The Darkest Lord

Delacour

When Harry woke up the next morning he felt as if he hadn't slept at all. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and rolled out of his bed. He looked around the dormitory and saw that that all the other bags were already gone. Harry quickly dressed and ran down to the great hall where all the students were assembled. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table and caught Daphne's eye. She winked at him and Harry  blushed slightly. He averted his gaze and and walked over to the Gryffindor table. He avoided Ron's  gaze and walked directly past him, taking a seat next to Hermione a little farther down the table.

"So" he said as he sat down, "has anyone entered their names into the goblet yet?"

"The whole lot from Durmstrang and Beuxbatons" she answered. "and a couple from Hogwarts. I know for a fact that Cedric Diggory entered and Angelina told me she entered last night so at least there's a Gryffindor in there." Harry nodded in agreement, then focused on his breakfast.

As Harry ate, he looked around the great hall. He noticed that all the males in the hall were looking in one particular direction.Harry didn't even have to look to see what they were staring at. It was the beautiful French girl from the day before. Most of the female population, especially the ones in relationships, looked extremely irritated and were sending hate filled glares at the girl.  Harry kind of felt bad for the girl. It wasn't her fault she came out so beautiful

Harry glanced at her and was surprised to find her staring back at him. Before she looked away again, Harry sent her a warm smile. Then, he went back to eating his breakfast. 

Fleur Delacour

Fleur was feeling miserable Not that that was anything new. It had been that way for years, since she had undergone her transformation. You see, before a veela undergoes a transformation, there is a period of time where they don't grow, around eleven years old. When Fleur stopped growing, she was looked at like a freak. All her friends grew at a normal rate while she stayed the same. Suddenly, on her sixteenth birthday, her transformation started. In a span of two weeks, she grew taller, her hair grew longer, she got stronger, and became the prettiest girl in the school.

That, unfortunately, was not a title that Fleur wanted. Suddenly, all of Fleur's friends came running back to her with lame excuses. The rest of the girls started to hate her. And the boys? They couldn't take their eyes off of her, no matter how much she dirtied her hair and tried to make herself look as dirty as possible. It was as if she couldn't be anything but beautiful. 

It was absolute torture. All her "friends" were fake and the boys were so mystified by her looks that she couldn't even talk to them without drool dripping from their mouths. 

So when Fleur heard of the Triwizard Tournament, she knew it was her chance to show that she wasn't just some dumb blonde beauty. The downside of participating in the tournament was the fresh round of lustful stares and jealous glares she would receive when she arrived at Hogwarts. That's why she dreaded coming down to the great hall for breakfast the day after Beauxbatons arrived. 

She had heard the wolf whistles from the boys, even though she had tried to cover up her giant breasts and her thick ass with baggy clothes. Finally, after some coaxing from Madam Maxime, she came down. The effect was immediate. The stares and drooling began , even from some girls. Fleur just put her head down and tried not to catch anyone's eye.

Fleur sat with the rest of the Beuxbatons girls at the Ravenclaw table but she might as well have been sitting by herself. The other girls gave her the cold shoulder, refusing to speak to her. Fleur just sighed and picked at her food. She didn't really have an appetite. 

She put her fork down and swept her eyes over the great hall. They landed on the black haired boy from the previous day. 

The boy intrigued her. He had talked to her normally, as if there was nothing different about her. The bouillabaisse at her table had finished and Fleur hadn't gotten to eat any. She dreaded standing up and walking across the great hall. It would draw even more attention to herself. So Fleur had decided to go to the closest table to hers, the Gryffindor table.