Chapter 19.4- Doom Days

Both Krum and his date whirled around to face me at my scoff. “You speak German, Harry Potter?” Krum asked in said language. I debated playing the fool but that thought didn’t manage to last longer than a second before I tossed it to the side.

“Yes I do, Victor Krum” I replied in the same language.

“This is my date, Artemis Athinaios.” He said, remembering his manners and introducing the woman at his side. I gave her a long look. She had sharp features, clearly a woman of pureblood descent, and black hair that fell down towards her waist. She might have been beautiful if not for the sneer that adorned her face which seemed to be used to bearing that expression.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” I said, offering a nod of my head that could only vaguely be mistaken for a bow. I cared little for breaking bread with those who were so far beneath me that they couldn’t even comprehend the gulf between us and yet had the audacity to think themselves my better.

“The pleasure is all mine. Even in Athens, we have heard of the legend of the boy-who-lived.” She said, but her words did little to take away from her expression so I tossed them aside like the worthless trinkets they were. The emphasis she had placed on the word boy was also not to be missed.

“It’s good to see you’ve recovered so well, Krum” I said, miming claws running down my face to represent the hellhound. Mcgonagall flashed me a reproachful look that I ignored. His scowl managed to get even deeper than before and he opened his mouth to reply before he froze in his tracks, looking over my shoulder.

I didn’t need to be looking at the door to know when Fleur walked in. The look on Krum’s face along with the sudden hush that spread across the hall was the first sign. The way both Krum and Cedric went glassy-eyed for a few seconds before snapping themselves out of it- thought Krum did manage to snap himself out first but I’d chalk that up more to the fact that the Bulgarian team had Veela cheerleaders than any special skill on his part- was the second sign, and the third came when Mcgonagall turned to me and silently coughed. That was as much warning as I got before I whirled around and found myself staring at a goddess. That was the best I could put it. She looked phenomenal.

I’d sent her a colour sample of my robes ahead of the date even if I knew that it would be a struggle for her to change her outfit in time, but it seemed she had managed just fine. The dress she wore was something else. It was the kind of thing that would have been a statement on any other woman. On her, it was an afterthought. It hugged her skin and looked painted on in some parts until it reached her thighs, from where it flared out around her, gathering in a pool that swept the floor as she walked.

It was a mix of two colours- dark green with a gleaming white that seemed to mimic veins of silver with the way it ran through the green in a pattern that did its best to not look like a pattern. I would never admit to staring at her chest for longer than was proper, so all I would say is that the fact that the gown dipped around her chest area to expose a healthy bit of cleavage was something that men all around the world would thank her seamstress for. What I would admit to though, was enjoying the way her hips moved as she covered the few feet that seperated us.