Chapter 16.3- Doom Days

Right now, she was a woman on a mission, and like every Veela before her, she would not fail.

She followed his steps, hurrying after him as his legs covered the ground in a speed that bellied their length. She caught up to him just as he was rounding the corner. Without even thinking it through, she pushed him through the nearest door and right into the classroom within. Thank the Flames, it was empty, she thought. But then in less than a second, she felt something poke into her ribs. She looked down into his eyes. They glinted with some sort of amusement, those beautiful emerald orbs.

“Fluer Delacour. This better not be some attempt to get rid of the competition, because I’d be disappointed at the effort you’ve put in” He sounded extremely amused.

“Of course not” She said, letting go of his shoulders and taking a step back. She reached out to the door with her hands behind her, not turning away from him and slammed it shut.

“Privacy wards, if you please?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. Another test, she wanted to know how he’d do it. He brought his wand to bear, waving it around them and casting the ward without incantation or even the complete motion. She stilled her breath for a second to listen, and she heard it. The ward. A beautiful thing, she noted. Just like the rest of his magic. It spoke of skill, and training, and excellence. All the traits that would appeal to a Veela. It was almost intoxicating, she noted, and then she cleared her mind. She was not here to be seduced by Harry Potter. Quite the opposite in fact, she thought with a wry smile.

“So are you going to tell me what it is you want? And while you do so, please cut out that allure of yours” He asked with quirked lips. Something was amusing him here.

“I’m only trying to prevent you from making a mistake”

“Oh, and what mistake is that.”

“Asking someone not named Fluer Delacour to the Yule Ball”

“French arrogance. How quaint. I’ll entertain you. Tell me why that would be a mistake, while you’re at it, tell me why you even want me to take you”

“You’re a man with ambition and power aplenty. I am Veela. I can feel it. When we stood together against that hellhound, I could feel it in your being and…. your magic. Your magic is delicious. I’d expected you to ask me and left my hand empty for you to take it, but now it seems you want to make a mistake and seek a lesser prize.”

“So you want me to take you because I have ambition and power?” He sounded skeptical. She could feel it already, she was losing him.

“What do you know about Veela, Monsieur Potter?”

“Not much, to be honest. Most of my research into magical creatures has focused on how to kill them, and since there’s nothing that makes killing a Veela any harder than killing the average witch, my interest has not been piqued.”

“I’ll forgive the ignorance for you are British, after all. Whatever information you could gain from your people would be woefully inaccurate so it is perhaps for the best that I inform you.” She said, and then he looked down at his watch. She quelled the spark of irritation that built in her mind. He was still thinking about that lesser woman, even now.