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"Fleur?"
The French Champion's head snapped around, before her face lit up in excitement. "Gabbie!"
With a squeal of excitement, the younger girl ran across the hall to where her sister had crouched down before throwing herself into a hug.
"Oh, Gabbie I have missed you so much!"
"Ah hem…"
The Champion fought the urge to simply Curse the owner of that voice, before standing straight and giving a curtsey as she had been taught, "Greetings father, mother how was your trip?"
The older man was already looking around the castle in barely-concealed disgust, "Uneventful, I would not have made the trip out myself save for your reported scoring in the tournament thus far. Although I am rather disappointed you are in second place."
'I am never good enough for him, no matter what I do.' The teenager mentally seethed, before her thoughts were interrupted by a pulling on her hand. Looking down she spied the excitement in the eyes of her sibling.
"Is he here!?"
"Who?"
"Harry! Harry Potter!"
For a moment something ugly flashed inside of the older girl's mind, a jealousy that frightened her back to reality as she smothered the feelings towards her innocent younger sister.
"Oui, I have seen him a few times."
"He saved you, didn't he? From the Dragon? Like a knight saving a princess!"
Fleur smiled at the young girl, "I wouldn't say I am a princess Gabbie…"
"Of course you are Fleur! Which means Harry must be a knight… or a prince! Then you two can get married!"
"A very nice idea Gabbie, but he also saved two others. Two boys even, should he marry them too?"
The younger girl frowned after being confronted by the new logic, before being pulled into a hug once more. "I have missed you so much little sister…"
From further down the hallway a certain boy watched the reunion with an odd expression on his face. Perhaps he had been a bit quick to judge Fleur after all.
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"You are allowed to be wrong you know, it isn't the end of the world."
Harry rolled his eyes at the white-haired girl, "Yes, I am aware of that Hedwig."
"It would also not be the end of the world to go to the Ball with a certain pretty older French girl."
"I suppose…"
"And if you end up shagging the girl senseless…"
"You know I do recall a certain someone being rather against the notion of me having sex with every girl who looked at me once upon a time…"
The amber-eyed girl merely blushed, "I mean… I didn't say you had to be with all of them… just that… well I mean I think it is rather sweet the way Fleur was with her sister."
"Yes… yes it was."
"So, she is a bit better than we initially thought."
He nodded.
"Will you at least consider it if she asks you?"
"Of course, but I am rather certain that I will not be allowed to show up with a dozen dates to the dance. If I go with Fleur there will be more than one rather irate female."
"And if you don't go at all everyone will be upset with you, including me who cannot no matter what."
Harry let out a sigh, before flopping back onto his bed, "Why do I feel as though dealing with hormonal girls is far more difficult than taking over a country."
A grin formed on Hedwig's face as she straddled him, "That, my Lord, is because it is far more difficult."
"I hope it is more worthwhile, so far all that taking over England has gotten me is an annoying older blonde and his wife, both of whom seem intent on pissing me off."
"Well… if memory serves we haven't had a threesome with Hermione yet…"
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Jean Delacour swirled the wine in his glass around a few times as he pondered his observations thus far. His eldest was… a disappointment, but then again, she always had been. First being born female, and thus unable to pass on their name in traditional circles, and then inheriting her mother's… Allure . Veela were not well received in most societies outside of being objects to show off, trophies for the rich and powerful.
Fleur would never be able to go into politics, never have a career that involved business of any kind because of the inherent mistrust that future allies or clients, along with their spouses, would have. She did have an above-average skill in school, but that meant little for a family as prestigious as the Delacour's. Becoming a teacher, Auror, researcher… any of these would be seen as dramatic steps down from their social standing.
He could potentially marry her to an ally and have future children be declared as heirs, but such a thing would put the husband's family into a position of power, and such a thing could not be allowed.
Gabrielle was just as useless to him, perhaps more so if her lack of Magical skill was any indication. At least Fleur could add 'Triwizard Champion' onto her future resume as a wife.
His best, perhaps only, option was one he had long since realized and begun planning for. To sell them both off to the highest bidder for wealth or political favors. Such a thing was common to those who had children with 'creature blood' in them. Luckily, he had a nephew that was well-raised and could inherit his title, once his own daughters were out of the way. The boy, however, wasn't set to be the main heir so long as his two children were in the family, which meant they had to be taken out of the equation, thus his plan. Even a normal marriage would still give them control over his estates, but being sold, with the correctly worded contract, would negate this.
The man nodded as he took a sip of his drink, now all he needed to do was find a suitable buyer. It would be difficult to do since he was stuck at this worthless school, and any attempts to do such business elsewhere in England would raise suspicion on his intents, and further reduce his leverage against the buyer. That left professors, Tournament officials, and students.
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