Fleur just laughed. "I'm sure she will appreciate it, 'arry. Would you wait for me while I choose somezing for myself?"
"Sure. Is there something you want me to do?"
"Non, it will be more entertaining wiz an audience, zat's all." Fleur had her mischievous smile on again. What was she up to? Harry had the jeweller wrap up the box with while Fleur continued to try on the bracelets. It only took a few more minutes of looking around the shop before Fleur found what she wanted. The two of them left the building as Fleur pulled Harry towards Madam Puddifoot's. Harry, of course, was reluctant to go in with her.
"Uh, Fleur... that's not exactly my kind of shop... and... and what would Cedric think?" Harry asked as he paused a few steps away from the entrance. Did she mention wanting an audience earlier? he recalled in horror.
"Zis is not what you believe, 'arry," she laughed quietly, seeing Harry's expression. "Tell me, can you perform ze disillusionment charm?"
"Uh, yeah. I've been practicing." He decided not to tell Fleur that he could simply throw on his cloak. If this wasn't serious, he may as well get a little more practice with the charm.
"And you can still resist my allure?"
"Never been a problem." Harry wondered what she could be planning.
"Good, zis shall be quite entertaining for you." She said, disillusioning herself. Harry took the cue and cast the charm on himself. "Follow me inside," she whispered.
The interior of Madam Puddifoot's was excruciatingly saccharine. Pink and red hearts decorated everything. The tablecloths were pink. The chair cushions were red. The curtains were fuchsia. The teacups were decorated with little hearts. Everything bad that Harry had heard about this shop seemed to have multiplied for Valentine's. He immediately swore that he would never take Hermione here. Beauxbatons students - no, couples - filled the seats. One couple in particular, however, was impossible to miss. Sitting right in the middle of the room was Madame Maxime herself, and directly across from her was Hagrid. Even more surprising was that they seemed to be enjoying each others' company. Hagrid was a mumbling mess, and the headmistress seemed to find that charming. Looking back, he realized he'd nearly lost track of Fleur, but saw a slight shimmer in one of the secluded corners of the cafe. Harry quickly crawled over.
"Fleur! Is that you? What are we doing here?" he whispered.
"Just watch. Are you ready?" Fleur asked.
"For what?" Harry got his answer immediately when he felt Fleur's allure quickly build up to full force. Thankfully, he had his occlumency shields on at a low level all the time, which stopped him from doing anything stupid. The other males in the cafe, however, weren't so lucky.
The chatter and conversations suddenly stopped as all the boys' heads turned roughly in the direction of Fleur. A few even got out of their seats and wandered closer. They couldn't see her under the disillusionment, so in their partially dreamlike state, their eyes drifted in confusion to the first female they saw. For some of them, they were lucky enough to look at their own dates, causing them to immediately do something stupid. Some leapt over the tables, throwing themselves at the girl across from them. Others tripped getting out of their own seats trying to grab their girlfriends' hands. Harry was sure he heard a few of them ask, "Je t'aime, veux-tu m'épouser?"
Even that didn't last long. When the waitress walked into view, several of the boys tripped over each other scrambling towards her. She ended up dropping her tray in surprise, whereupon the boys immediately competed with each other to see who could do the best job of cleaning up the mess. One girl who was abandoned by her date shouted at him, which unfortunately caught the attention of several other boys. As soon as they laid eyes on her, they ran right across the cafe, tripping over each other. The process seemed to repeat itself several times over, as their attention spans had become shorter than a niffler's.
Eventually, however, their eyes fell to the most visible woman in the room- their headmistress. Harry struggled to stay silent as four or five boys scrambled out of their seats and practically began to proposition the half-giantess. Hagrid, it seemed, wasn't affected by the allure as badly as the others. He still went from being tense and nervous to dopey and lovestruck. He easily swept aside the other boys with his massive hands as he knelt down in front of her. "Olympe... Ah... I jus' know yer the one fer me... This... this is true love, innit?"
Madame Maxime was amused by the spectacle, but she figured out what was going on. "No, 'agrid, this is not true love. This is what 'appens when a little Veela tries to play cupid... Fleur! Ça suffit! Sortir maintenant!"
"Now we go," Fleur whispered as she quickly rushed out the door, avoiding the girls that were searching for her. Harry quickly followed. They didn't stop until they were across the street.
"What was that, Fleur?" Harry couldn't stop laughing. Not that he had anything against half-giants, but what he just saw did feel a little ridiculous.
Fleur burst out in riotous laughter. This was a side of her Harry had never expected. "So, 'arry, what did you zink of ze show?"
"I had no idea you could do that with your allure. Why didn't you bring Cedric along today? This isn't the first time you've done it, is it?"
"Well, Cedric still cannot stand up to my allure as well as you, and also, 'e insists on attending all 'is classes zis year." She let out her disappointment with a huff, but smiled again just as quickly. "To answer your second question... it is ze first time I've 'ad the opportunity to use it wiz Madame Maxime," she answered, "But non, I first learned zis trick a few years ago, before I could fully control my allure."
"Really? It sounds like there's quite a story behind it..."
"Non, it was quite simple, really. My allure 'ad just flared up and I couldn't turn it off, so I was running away from ze boys. Luckily, zat was ze same day we we brewed invisibility potions, so I grabbed a bottle from ze classroom and dumped it all over myself. When ze boys caught up, zeir attentions immediately turned to Madame Bottelier when zey saw her."
"Is that why you're so good at disillusionment?"
"Yes, and I also found out it was quite entertaining when I finally learned to control both my allure and my invisibility, so I kept practicing. Valentine's and Christmas are my favourite times. And ze first and last days of school, as well. It 'elps when zey are already emotional."
Harry couldn't believe Fleur had just admitted to being a prankster. Given how she had reacted to Fred and George's powder, he thought she was too prim and proper for that. But then again, it could just have been because it got her really dirty, like Harry had done with the portable swamp. He decided it would be better not to bring that incident up. Instead, he joked, "You could be a professional matchmaker with that talent."
"A matchmaker? Never! I 'ave far too many boys trying to win me over, even after I am clearly wiz Cedric. I would end up stealing 'alf of my clients' boys by accident. Non, I would much rather be a cursebreaker."
"A cursebreaker? It's... uh... rather dirty work, isn't it?" Harry was surprised again, as Fleur looked more like a supermodel who wouldn't want to get her nails chipped.
"Yes, but I 'ave begun to see ze fun in getting dirty," Fleur replied, giving Harry a wicked look. "I believe you taught me zat only a few days ago."
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