"Hey Harry, how's your head," Draco sneered again as the left Potions class. After two days, the taunts from the Slytherins were getting old. So far Harry, with the encouragement of his bondmates let the insults go as he silently seethed. That is until Draco decided he hadn't got enough of a reaction from Harry.
"Scarhead, I'm talking to you. Is that whore of...you wouldn't," Draco sneered but his eyes were locked on the wand that seemed to materialize in Potter's hand and was now pointed directly at him.
"Get this straight Ferret, you will not insult Gabrielle. Do it again..."
"POTTER! Put that wand away. Fifteen points and detention for attacking another student," The oily voice of Snape said from behind them.
"What about him," Harry indicated Draco. "What about his insults?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear any insults."
Harry turned and looked Snape in the eyes. "You never do, but would you even recognize one if you did hear it? I mean you called your best friend a mudblood."
Snape's hand seemed to flinch toward his robes but it stopped. "Get out of my sight Potter," The Potions Professor snarled. "I don't..." He didn't finish the sentence as he turned and with his cloak billowing he stalked away.
Harry turned to Draco, "Insult me all you want but you will not insult Gabrielle."
Later that evening Harry got a small bottle of clear liquid from the Weasley twins. He gave specific instructions to Dobby who nodded enthusiastically his willingness to do what was asked of him.
That night, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all had very vivid dreams; dreams of crystal clear waterfalls that cascaded down into a flowing river. The next morning the three of them were the laughing stock of the dungeons as Blaise Zabini described the pools of urine in each of their beds.
The next night it happened again. It was sometime before the three of them got a good night sleep as they were all afraid of falling asleep. They were so sleepy several days later they didn't notice the faint white powder on the handle of their silverware the next morning at breakfast. Five minutes after starting breakfast, each came down with the worst cases of diarrhea Madam Pomfrey had ever seen.
"Thanks Dobby," Harry said a short time later. "Did you get the evidence?"
"Spoons and forks are taken and washed Harry Potter sir."
As much as Snape and the Slytherins suspected Potter and his girlfriend, no one could ever prove it. The Slytherins in general started giving the two of them a wide berth.
May 27th
Thursday finally arrived. It was Gabrielle's birthday. Harry awoke that morning and immediately sought out his youngest bond mate wondering what she thought of the surprise he had left the night before after she had fallen asleep.
"Good morning Mon Ange," Harry thought.
"ARRY!" Gabrielle's excitement came through in her thoughts. "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!"
Knowing Neville's love of plants, Harry had asked him if there was a special flower he could get from the greenhouses for Gabrielle. He recommended a flower that translated into "golden heart of love." It was a pure white flower similar to a rose with the center petals golden in color. "The Golden petals are a common ingredient in most high end love potions," Neville had said. After Gabrielle had gone to sleep Harry had put the flower in a vase beside her bed.
"Nothing could ever be as beautiful as you Gabrielle," Harry replied. "Happy birthday. My Angel is fourteen."
"Yes and you know what zat means. You owe me fourteen kisses before breakfast."
"Fourteen kisses? Is that a French custom?"
"Non," Gabrielle replied with a mischievous tone in her thoughts. "It is a tradition for me zough."
"And how many times have you been kissed your birthday age before breakfast?"
"After you finish kissing me zis morning?" Gabrielle replied happily. "Once."
"Well I'd hate to break such a long-standing tradition."
During Transfiguration Harry tried to pay attention but the thoughts of the kisses he and Gabrielle had shared were still fresh in his mind. Gabrielle had made sure she got her birthday's worth from all fourteen of them. As he looked over at Hermione she was doing her best to pay attention as well. After the kisses with Gabrielle had ended, Hermione had been the first to interject, though her thoughts seemed to be a little distracted. "I better get sixteen of those in a few months Harry."
"But I get eighteen of zem in zree months," Fleur had chimed in.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said during class. "See me immediately after class please."
"Were we distracted again?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Possibly but she's only asking for you, not both of us."
After class Harry approached the Professor's desk. "Yes ma'am, were we dist..."
McGonagall held up her hand. "We're not discussing that Mr. Potter. No, I just need to tell you that tonight at nine o'clock you are to go down to the Quidditch pitch. Mr. Bagman will be there to tell the champions about the third task."
"Fleur have you been told? We find out about the third task tonight at nine."
"Madam Maxime just called for me, probably what she is going to tell me as well. At least we will know tonight what we 'ave ahead of us."
As Harry looked back into the stern face of the Transfiguration teacher, she looked like she was going to say something else, but then "Hm…that will be all Mr. Potter," She had seen the distracted look on Harry and Hermione's faces during the class but ever since the interview with the younger Delacour, she had learned her lesson about asking them about it.
As he was walking out of class he remembered what else was happening at that time. Gabrielle's party was starting at eight. "I'm sorry Angel, Fleur and I will miss some of your party."
"It's alright Mon Amour. I'm sure you'll find some way to make it up to me."
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