Chapter 21.1- Doom Days
Added 2025-02-05 19:16:42 +0000 UTCFleur’s father coughed pointedly and Fudge turned to him with a smile. “I have yet to make Mr. Potter’s acquaintance, Minister Fudge,” the man said.
“Truly? I apologise. I merely assumed that considering your daughter is on his arm, then you would already be acquainted. Please allow me to correct that oversight. Harry, this is Pierre Delacour, the French Representative to the International Confederation of Wizards, and owner of one of France’s most impressive wineries” He said, gesturing to Fleur’s father. The man looked nothing like his daughter. It was almost comical how little they shared. Her hair was a silvery blonde where his was a light brown. Her eyes were bright blue while his were the same shade of Hazel was his hair. She was willowy and lithe, where the man was built like a tank. Where her features were soft, his were hard. Where her skin was unblemished from head to toe, he had a scar I could see poking out from under his robes that ran to his neck. That must have been one hell of a curse, I silently assessed.
If he noticed my gaze on the scar, then he did not show it. “Monsieur Delacour, I have heard nothing but good things about you” I began, lying through my teeth. Fleur had said little and less about her father.
“Potter, that is quite funny, because I have heard nothing of you” He said in French with a severe pressing of his lips together as his eyes met mine. I was tempted to turn my gaze to Fleur, but this man had started a staring contest, and I would not lose.
I met his gaze and held it for a few seconds, as the conversation across the table died out.
He turned his gaze away with a scoff. “My daughter seems to be having a good time today, I do hope that that remains the case” he said.
“Of course, Mr Delacour” I said, ending the conversation by speaking in English. I turned my gaze around to Fleur to see her smiling at me. And then she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I think he likes you” She said.
“Doesn’t seem that way” I whispered back.
“Things are rarely as they seem, Mr. Potter, I am sure you know this” She said with a smirk and I nodded, ignoring the way she made my heart race. What a woman!
