Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XXXVI

Hogwarts, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain

Friday the 30th of October 1994

6:30 PM

"Oh, hell no."

Bella was glaring at the stupid Veela that had just walked in and was sitting at the Ravenclaw table. The students of Durmstrang were situated at the Slytherin table. Viktor Krum was sitting next to Draco and Draco was being a very enthusiastic host though Krum was essentially ignoring him.

"What?" Hermione asked. Bella stabbed a finger towards the girl and then back up at the head table.

Hermione smirked when she realized what was happening. The girl with long white blonde hair and blue eyes was looking at Tom and giggling to her friends. But, Tom didn't seem too concerned with her. Hermione could see Tom and Bella sneaking glances at each other and she was sure Dumbledore saw it too. But, the old wizard only looked endlessly amused.

"She's pretty" Ron sighed. Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. Ron glared at her before looking at one dish in particular. Bella glared at it before getting her steak-and-kidney pie.

"What is that?" Ron asked, in confusion. Hermione glanced at Bella.

"It's French" Bella all but snarled. Hermione laughed again.

"You speak French, Bella."

"So what? It's called bouillabaisse. It's a shellfish stew. It tastes fine," Bella said, sharply. Ron inspected it.

"I'll take your word for it" he decided, helping himself to the black pudding. Bella sighed as she saw Hagrid walk back in with three bandaged fingers. She gave a half-hearted wave and felt eyes piercing her. She turned and looked at the head table. Tom was looking at her with a strange expression before he glanced away. Bella offered the slightest of smiles.

"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"

Bella turned, her eyes burning. The girl from before was standing there. She was glancing behind her at the head table every few seconds. Bella's lips curled into a sneer. Hermione snatched her wrist before the girl could stab the half-Veela with her knife.

"No. Take it" Bella said, harshly. The half-Veela blinked when Bella glanced at the head table once more.

"You are Bella Potter" she said. Bella looked back and blinked.

"Yes. And you are?" Bella asked, quietly.

"I am Fleur Delacour. I 'ope to get to know you bezzer" Fleur said. Bella raised an eyebrow and sighed.

"Hmph. You may take the dish and leave."

Fleur seemed surprised by the treatment but did as she was told and walked away, continuing to glance up a Tom.

"I'm going to kill her" Bella snarled. Ron looked at her wide-eyed.

"She's a Veela" he breathed. Hermione laughed, quietly.

"No shit, Sherlock. And don't be jealous, Bella. Professor Riddle hasn't even spared her a look. He's been too busy staring at you. And remember, he'd rather read than look at Veela" Hermione whispered in Bella's ear. Bella flushed and growled. She blushed even darker as she remembered that her growl was 'interesting'.