Harry Potter-Harry Potter/Fleur Delacour

Harry was in Britain visiting his old friends. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, all of them, it had been several months, but it felt like forever. As part of his treat, Harry decided to host the reunion party at the Weasley household.

There at the great table, the Weasley’s were very happy to see Harry again. While the Weasley ladies of which Hermione was now one of were of much good cheer in the wake against their victory, there was one blemish which made their smiles and laughter look more than a little strained. That being Harry’s lovely lady and her family, come to visit with him.

The Delacour clan. The beautiful Fleur being the lucky boy’s new beau, her sister Gabrielle just as breathtaking, and her gorgeous mother Apolline. All of them were dressed to impress at the table, Fleur, Gabrielle, and her dear mother were wearing sleeveless dresses that bared their shoulders and ample chests, their cleavage barely held in, and of course showing off their long lovely legs in shiny pantyhose, a better feast for the eyes than the banquet set on the table before them. As soon as they had arrived, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off them.

The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Everyone was conversing with each other. But Harry and the Weasley’s being so close, he and his new French friends were sitting right across from them. It was only a matter of time before things would get tense.

Ginny only saw the boy who got away. “So Harry, how is living abroad? I know Fleur is sophisticated and fine and dandy, but is France all it’s made out to be?”

The way she said her name, it was like she was saying Floor. Harry heard that and made to correct her. “Ginny, it’s pronounced Fleur.”

“Sorry Harry, but I don’t know French. I can only say it as Floor.”

“That’s right, we can’t help it,” said Hermione. “It’s just how we say it in English. We’re not like you, Mr. Delacour.”

At least they’re not calling her phlegm anymore. “It’s alright Ginny, we all make mistakes.” He smiled at her as pleasantly as could be. “To answer your question, France is lovely.” He looked at Ron. “You know, it’s been too long since we’ve been hung out together Ron. Perhaps you should come for a visit sometime?”