Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

The music was drifting up from the Great Hall to where Harry was waiting at the foot of the stairs. Professor Mcgonagall, who was clad in a tartan something, had elected that this was the place where all the champions and their partners should be gathered.

Harry felt it was a very poor choice. Everyone walked past the location to enter the Great Hall.

'You do have a partner, don't you, Harry?' His head of house asked tartly.

Does she not know anything about what goes on in her house and school? Harry was certain that everyone in the student body knew who his date was, clearly the staff were less observant, or just not privy to the rumour mill.

'I'm sure she is just fashionably professor,' Harry replied dryly.

late,

'Well you can transfigure your robes into something more suitable while you wait,' she ordered him sternly. 'As long as she arrives before Miss Delacour and her date it will not matter.'

Harry resisted the surprisingly strong desire to ask Mcgonagall if she too was going to transfigure her clothes into something suitable.

'I don't think Fleur Delacour's arrival will come before that of Harry's date,' Cedric smiled. The Asian Ravenclaw on his arm giggled into her date's shoulder.

Viktor Krum said nothing and his date certainly wasn't stupid enough to try and speak to Harry either. Surprisingly Hermione was rather attractive once she sorted her hair out of its unmanageable mess. Viktor Krum either had amazing foresight, or found bossy, strident, jealous girls attractive. Harry didn't really care which.

He waved his wand over his school robes, transfiguring them in one smooth motion from plain black to a very dark, almost black, emerald with silver edging. Harry felt that both Fleur, who would almost certainly have some shade of silver on her and Salazar would appreciate his wardrobe.

I finally look like the Heir of Slytherin.

His former friends would probably take this as confirmation of their fears that he was under the control of a dark wizard. After all, wearing silver and green could only have one possible motive to most of the narrow-minded Gryffindors.

There was some faint disapproval in Professor Mcgonagall's expression, but the slight softness around her eyes was enough to indicate she understood how he now felt about his house.

Should have listen to the raggedy hat, Harry realised. It would have chosen Slytherin for him, had he let it. If he'd had the strength of will to accept himself for what he was rather than cave in to expectations and conform.

Better himself.

be

Gryffindor, Harry

snickered

to

'Miss Delacour,' Mcgonagall remonstrated very sternly, 'you are late and without a date.'

She was dressed in a gown of shimmering silver. It was as if the individual threads had somehow been coated in the molten metal and it shivered around her figure as she walked. There were going to be a lot of jealous males in the Great Hall tonight.

Fleur gave the transfiguration professor the sort of look that had reminded Harry of the Hungarian Horntail and wondered if it was something to do with her veela heritage. He knew reptiles and birds were distantly related.

'My date is already waiting for me,' she answered, her normal smile back in place. Now that Harry knew what she looked when she was genuinely happy he found he rather hated the expression. There were few things he wanted to do more in the instant it hovered on Fleur's lips than wipe it away and let her smile for real.

The french witch swayed gracefully into the middle of the group and slipped her arm through Harry's. A flicker of warmth passed through her eyes when he tensed, but did not flinch away from her.

Professor Mcgonagall's mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out.

'International co-operation,' Fleur explained in a tone laced with amusement. 'It is time for the opening dance,' the head of Gryffindor house said once she had recovered herself.

Time for the part that Harry was looking forward to least of all.

'I do not enjoy dancing,' Fleur told him in a whisper, 'not with people I do not know or trust, so I hope you do not mind if we dance together. For as short a time as possible if it makes you uncomfortable still.'

Harry gave her a very slight nod of the head as the three couples took their positions. The thin, immaculately dressed organiser of the ball was staring daggers at Harry. He assumed this was the wizard who had come up with the initial choreography and then had to change it once his name appeared. Now he has to change it back because of Fleur.

Harry fixed his smile upon his face, flashing a mild apology at Fleur as Tom Riddle's adopted charm commandeered his expression. If he focused on the steps and not the feeling of Fleur being so unnervingly close he would be fine. It was just a single dance.

Fortunately it worked.

The feeling and motion of the floor beneath his feet was enough to focus on and drown out all but the occasional flash of bright, sky blue eyes a few inches from his own. He wasn't sure if Fleur was trying to use her aura to calm him, or if it was just her normal passive effect and the way she stood out from every other girl in the Great hall, but every wizards' eyes were on the two of them. At least he was used to that.

When the opening dance finally came to an end Fleur was smiling. A genuine, warm expression that twisted Riddle's brilliant beaming to one side of Harry's face and made it his own again.

'That was not so bad,' he decided, following Fleur to the side of the room and the quite surprising range of drinks.

They're serving alcohol at a ball underage wizards and witches can attend?

'The ball was only supposed to be for students who were seventeen and over,' Fleur explained at his puzzled expression. 'When your name came out they had to let younger years attend or you'd be all alone for the event.' 'I guess nobody remembered to remove all this from the drinks list.' Harry ignored the slightly pitying tone Fleur had adopted in her explanation. He appreciated her understanding, but he didn't need or want her to pity him.

'Wine?' she proffered an expensive looking bottle of elf-made wine in his direction, two crystal glasses already tucked under her arm.

'You don't want to dance again?'

'I would not mind,' she told him kindly, 'but I think you've endured enough, none of my allure even affected you, and I threw a sizeable amount your way.'

'You should not have done, the others-'

'They would have stared regardless,' Fleur declared proudly. 'It is why I could not understand your lack of interest. Even without my aura I have always been watched.'

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