"I... uh... you're welcome?" Harry was wondering how much Fleur enjoyed teasing him. As he remembered it, Fleur looked ready to kill him for getting her covered in swamp muck, not grateful. "I don't even know what I want to do with my life... what made you want to become a cursebreaker anyways?"
"You are only fourteen, 'arry. Of course you don't know what you want to do wiz your life yet. I only figured it out when my family vacationed in Mexico last summer. Zeir tombs are as incredible as ze ones in Egypt. Even zen, I zought I would like to be a curator of ancient artefacts, until I was chosen to compete in ze tournament. I did not know I would enjoy ze action and adrenaline so much. A career like zat would let me combine my old love of ancient treasure wiz my newfound love of adrenaline. It would force people to see my achievements instead of just my beauty."
"Oh... um... thanks for explaining that to me," Harry said. He was a bit relieved to hear that Fleur had trouble figuring out her own life as well. He couldn't quite take the same path, though, as he was already too well known for his "achievements," and people expected even more of him. "Hermione's practically decided already that she wants to revolutionize the British wizarding world. Me, I just want to get away from all this fame, but I can't seem to avoid it."
"Your girlfriend is too smart for 'er own good. She should explore some more before she settles on something. You should do some travelling, and take 'er along. I can tell you zat you are very famous in ze British Isles, but not so much elsewhere. Perhaps you will find your calling when you see more of ze world. If you are ever in France, come contact ze Delacour family. I'm sure my father and my sister would be 'appy to get to know you as well."
"That's a really good idea, Fleur! Thanks!" The thought of leaving Britain never occurred to him. In fact, the Dursleys hadn't even taken him to see the ocean. He did take note of her invitation to meet her family... what did that mean? Was she interested in Harry, or was her family interested in him?
After stopping by the florist for a dozen roses, the rest of the walk back up to Hogwarts was quite cheerful and friendly as Fleur tried to prod more information about Hermione out of Harry. Seeing that he wasn't going to babble about any private, gossip-worthy news, they instead talked about each others' performance in the tournament. Harry was quite impressed with Fleur's grace under pressure; the only time she had buckled was apparently when she fell into Harry's swamp. Fleur, on the other hand, was equally impressed with Harry's ability to keep up with the competition despite his young age. He brushed it off as luck, since he wasn't going to reveal his secret that easily. When they finally arrived at the gates, Harry threw his invisibility cloak over himself again after they parted ways. He was hoping he'd finally see Hermione awake.
"Hey, Harry!" Hermione was sitting up on her bed, reading her arithmancy textbook. The other Gryffindors had already checked out, and she was now the only one left. "Where were you all day?"
"Hermione!" Harry rushed up to her and gave her a hug. "I was so worried about you that I barely slept last night."
"Madam Pomfrey told me how you helped her brew the potion and wouldn't sleep until she gave me the first dose. You're so sweet, Harry," she said, holding his hands. "Except you weren't here when I woke. I expected better of you, Mr. Potter," she chided him jokingly.
"Hey, I was picking up a present for you. Here," he said, handing her the gift. "Don't open it until tonight, though."
"So our date for tonight's still on? Madam Pomfrey said I should be out of here in a few more hours... and I'll probably take another hour or so to get ready... so how's seven o'clock?"
"Sounds great! Meet me in the Room of Requirement, alright? I hope you like fish." With long, reuniting kiss, Harry left again to get ready for the evening.
Fish was something he hadn't had the opportunity to cook before, despite the copious amount of work he had done in the Dursleys' kitchen. They loved their fatty pork, beef, bacon, steaks, and burgers, but the closest thing to healthy meat they'd had was chicken and turkey. The only time they ate fish at all was when it was deep fried from a fish and chip stand. He knew that Hermione wouldn't enjoy that as much, and he also knew that fresh fish would taste better- and how much fresher could it possibly get than straight from the water? He grabbed the remainder of his Gillyweed and dove into the Black Lake. With a simple disillusionment, a stunner, and a piercing hex, he managed to catch himself one large enough to feed both of them after only a few minutes. It certainly beat sitting around for an hour with a hook and lure. The gillyweed, which was a month old already, was somewhat stale and its effects ended only ten minutes later, so Harry didn't have to wait long before climbing back out.
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