The Veela and the Lion

No Turning Back

 There's this girl that my friends gushed on about. A girl that I only saw from afar. There's nothing extraordinary about her really. She's tall. Like a famous model tall. She has blonde hair that's like the sun kissed it and blessed it with shine. Her face free of makeup, well less make up,and usually wearing a pair of dark tinted glasses. Her style that's either laid back or well dressed for elegance.   

Somehow, her being a model isn't that too far fetched. Right?

I ignored my friends' vocal adoration over the girl. Why would I give it any thought? It's not like I'm attracted to her grace that is of a ballerina, or her voice and accent that can melt anyone's heart due to her being French. Nothing to be fangirling or in my friends' case, fanboying on about. Right? Right? No? Well I don't.

Who would be ogling at her? Sure her looks may be of Freya or in those Greeks, Aphrodite, or Romans, Venus. But if you could hear her complaints all over the studio, you can compare her a drama queen. Beauty isn't all that is cracked up to be. Well for me that is.

"You should check her out. Really mate, she's a looker!" One of my friends said while I was checking on my cameras.

I'm a photographer. Well not just a photographer, but THE photographer of Loony Magazine. Don't let the name fool you, it is one of the famous magazine in Europe. All their front page covers and other articles have been photographed by me.

"Not interested Ron." I said to my co-worker. Ron has this huge crush on the new model for Luna's, the owner of the magazine and my good friend, next magazine issue. I don't even know why they choose this stuck up woman or where did they even get her as one ofour models. I don't even know her. Really, Luna should've gotten someone like Reagan or Cara, but no. She chose a woman named Fleur Delacour.

"Well better be interested in a flash, love." My other friend, Harry, commented while adjusting the lights.

"And why is that?" I asked, raising a brow to my bespectacled friend. he just shrugged and went back to moving the lights towards the setup in the middle of the room. Which reminds me, among the ladies around the studio, I don't know who the model for the next cover will be. Luna just gave me the title of the next cover but not who the model will be. The title is 'No Turning Back.'

"Harry's right. Well the interested in someone part that is. It has been what, four years? Since you last dated and it would really help you be more happy if you find a new girl." Ron said to me. He has a dreamy look on his face that is directed towards the row of models, I can assume he's looking at the Delacour girl, and sighed.

I rolled my eyes and readied my camera. It is better to ignore the talk about me and my relationship status than to even start. I have bad luck with women and after the deal with Viktor Krum, I won't date men either. I just can't find the right girl for me.

"Alright! Places everyone!" After what Ginny, my assistant, shouted, everyone around me scrambled to their places. My sights went to the Delacour girl, she's wearing a nice one piece silver dress with spaghetti straps and wearing shades; who wear shades while in such elegant dress? Anyway, she's gliding towards the center of the studio and sat on one of the lounge chair like Cleopatra. I cocked an eyebrow about this. Don't tell me...

"Let'z get 'zis over wiz." Fleur said, without looking at me. "W'ere eez ze photographe?"

"She's the model!?" I asked in disbelief to my assistant.

Ginny nodded while grinned widely. "Yeps! Luna said she wanted her to be taken by you so there she is."

Somehow the way Ginny said those words left an underlying meaning. But that isn't the point. "She can't be my model."

"Why is that?" Ginny inquired. Now everyone was looking at us. Even Delacour.

"Yez, mademoiselle, w'y can't I be a model?" The Delacour girl said with a cocked brow that's high enough to look sexy.

I sighed and shook my head. "First off, you, I can't see the tag as 'No Turning Back' material on you. And second-" I approached her who was grinning at me. Gods, why even her grin can be sexy!? pushing the thoughts about Delacour's smile, I swiped off the shades from her face. "This is not a shades' photoshoot so don't freaking wear... shades..." I suddenly stopped what was I even saying when I laid eyes on hers. Are those grey? no green? no... Blue. they are blue and changes with the lighting. Right now they are grey. Right this moment they are perfect. I noticed that her lips were moving and I shook my head to to clear the fuzziness away. "What?"

Fleur Delacour, the girl with amazing eyes, grinned seductively. "I 'zed, I would love to 'ave dinner wi'z you mademoiselle Granger. Well, after 'zis session."

I noticed that she changed her position, laying on the chair on her stomach and her head rested on the raised arm. 'Damn that's sexy.' Upon instinct, I raised my camera and the sound of 'click' echoed. Without looking at the image I shouted: "That's a wrap! You Miss Delacour, meet me at the lobby after ten minutes." I said, turning around and approached Ginny who was joined by Luna. Both grinning triumphantly. I tossed the camera to them, thank god Ginny is a good catcher. "Print it. I'm clocking out early." I said, leaving the studio with a giddy smile on my face.

Who wouldn't like that Delacour? The moment I laid my eyes on hers, I knew right away I'm in love.

  Who wound't, right?