𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 ✍︎︎𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟

17

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Fleur bit her lip as she paced the room anxiously, the echoing cheers on the crowd being heard from outside the tent making her nerves sky rocket.

Her eyes darted to every entrance, hoping to see the girl she had been crushing on for the last few weeks come in with a great big smile and encouraging words...but she wasn't there. She ran a hand over her face as her breaths became heavy. She just wanted to see Rosalind.

"A ponytail higher than the nape of your neck? Now that's surprising" it was as if her prayers had been heard, the blonde whipped around to see the girl she wanted poke her head around the cream coloured curtain of the tent. She had a cheeky smirk on her lips as she entered without a care, Hermione trying to pull her back whilst whispering to Harry.

"You came" she hadn't even realised the breath she was holding until she released it, a calmness taking over her body at the sight of the Slytherin, dressed in baggy black jeans and a large leather jacket with sliver jewellery littering her body. She looked hot.

"I said I would" Fleur didn't know what came over her, she flung herself into Rosalind's arms and wrapped her into a hug, arms around her neck whilst the girls in leather snaked around her waist holding her tightly. Rosalind could swear her heart was skipping beats from how fast it was pounding in her chest, the smell of Fleurs feminine vanilla perfume clouding her senses and making her feel lightheaded. Speaking of scents, as Fleur tucked her head into Rosalind's leather jacket she couldn't help but strangely adore the contrasting smell between chocolate, cigarettes and peach scented perfume, an odd yet addicting combination that Fleur found herself wanting to inhale all the time.

It seems the two girls weren't the only one caught up in a moment as a loud and bright flash went off not only capturing Fleur in Rosalind's arms but also Hermione in Harry's.

Rita Skeeter entered the tent with a twisted smile on her face as if she just caught something award winning. Rosalind instantly straightened up at the sight of the beetle looking woman and pushed Fleur behind her.

"A new friendship and young love" Fleur glared at the curly haired woman, not knowing why it bothered her so much when they had been classed as friends whilst Harry and Hermione were seen as lovers. They looked way more passionate than the two forth years did but no, friends just friends because how ever could two women be in a relationship. But then it dawned on Fleur that that's what all the pair were...friends, her mood visibly deflated making Rosalind narrow her eyes in anger. Trust this nosey bîtch to come barging in and mess everything up when she got her first proper hug with the pretty blonde girl.

Viktor saw both the looks on the two girls faces and was rather pissed himself. Rosalind and Fleur were his friends now (despite having to be enemies during tasks) and it was obvious to anyone with eye sight that there was something between the pair and the hug they had just shared meant something but that snobby woman had ruined it. Not only that but she was going to write Hermione, his current crush, as Harry's love Interest which he wasn't having.