Chapter 16.5- Doom Days

“Interesting. But you don’t have it so that doesn’t matter to me, does it?” Now she got the feeling that he was purposefully trying to get on her nerves.

“Okay, I have only five minutes to make it all the way across the castle so I’ll be quick here. This person I am going to ask has a father who serves as the British Representative to the ICW, and a pair of brothers, one an aurora, and the other an ICW hitwizard. Nothing you can offer matches up to that.” She could no help herself, she actually started laughing at that.

He quirked his eyebrow but did not react further, waiting for her to explain. She decided to put him out off his misery after a few seconds.

“You have no idea who I am, do you? My father is the Head of ICW Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My mother sits at the high council of the largest Veela conclave in Europe. My family can offer you more than any other” She said, enjoying the shock she could sense in him even if she didn’t get the pleasure of seeing it on his face.

“So you want me to ask you to the Yule Ball, and you don’t mind that I’d be doing it because of your family connections and not out of genuine attraction to you?”

“I am Veela, Monsieur Potter. You do a fantastic job of hiding it, but I would not even be here if you weren’t attracted to me. The other things are just icing on Chocolate cake.” She said with a smirk that she could not resist. She had him now.

“Still, shouldn’t things like this be based off some form of love, or at least infatuation?”

“You’ll be using me, Monsieur Potter, and I will be using you in turn. I am attracted to your magic, and your ambition. You are the Boy-Who-Lived, practically destined to wield immense political power in time, and you presently wield magical power beyond even some fully matured wizards. Just consider this as quid pro quo.” She concluded.

“Well, you’ve got me with that. I could never say no to a good deal” He said the last word with emphasis, practically leering at her and devouring her with his eyes. She preened at the feeling, enjoying the displayed interest.

“So would you do me the honour of escorting me to the yule ball, Fluer Delacour?” He asked, pulling out a jewelry box from his pocket with flair. When he opened it, she gazed down at the necklace contained within and resisted the urge to set it, and the one presenting it to her on fire.

“Non, Monsieur Potter. You will ask me to the ball in the Great Hall tomorrow night. You will do it with flowers, and chocolates, and with a piece of jewelry that befits me.” She said with a sniff and turned around to leave the classroom.

“What the hell?” She heard him sputter, and smiled to herself.

“I could just ask Mckinnon, you know?”

“If you did that, you’d be a fool, and I have no interest in being with a fool” She said, getting the last word in and leaving the room with a flourish.

A/N; Fluer is an interesting character for me to write for many reasons. I’d request that you throw away anything you know about her- whether from canon or from Fanon. This character will be entirely mine, and while I will occasionally borrow from the canon or Fanon depictions, do not expect anything even close to religious adherence.