His Angel

Chapter 2

Fleur? What's wrong?" Fleur gave a start and was brought out of her reverie to find her father gazing at her. She felt her face warm a little when she realized her mother and sister were both watching her closely too. They were in the middle of having dinner and she had hardly touched her food at all.

"Nothing papa, just thinking…" She immediately regretted her words when she saw her mother's eye glint mischievously.

"It wouldn't be about a certain dark haired young man would it?" She asked slyly causing her father to choke on his food while her sister grinned at her.

"Maman!" She exclaimed looking up blushing slightly while her mother grinned at her. Her father chuckled after getting his back thumped by his amused wife.

"He is a strange one isn't he? And a very honorable one at that. There aren't many that would have done what he did" He said softly.

"Well...I can list a whole lot more traits that our Fleur has noticed in him." Her mother said teasingly.

Fleur quickly finished her food, wanting to get away from the talk that was making her uncomfortable. After excusing herself she went to her room but not before she caught sight of the smirks on both her parent's faces. She sighed softly when she laid down in her bed and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts stray back to the night of the world cup…and him.

She didn't really like going to the Quidditch world cup, but she knew that her parents would have been heartbroken if she refused. Her father was the head of the Auror department of the French ministry and due to his many accomplishments and out of gratitude to his services they were invited to attend the world cup with the English minister for magic which she knew was an honor granted to a few. She hated mixing with large crowds of people because it was always the same thing over and over for her.

Being a part veela meant that there were only a few that could even hope to match her in her beauty. Neither she nor her mother could walk among other people without attracting the lust filled gazes of men and the jealous looks of women. But, due to her young age she drew almost all of the attention and she hated it. No matter how angry her parents got at the looks she got from strangers there weren't any laws to prevent it. The Veela have a natural charm that draws people in and they had no way to stop it.

Because of that she only had a few close friends at school. The boys wanted nothing more than to get close to her and the girls were extremely jealous of her. Because of this, she couldn't trust a lot of people other than her three dear friends; Amy, Aurélie and Caroline.

When they had arrived at the campsite on the day of the match, she learnt that they were going to be seated at the top box along with the minister for magic. She was a little disappointed because it meant she wouldn't be able to meet with her friends who she knew would be attending the world cup. Which also meant that she would no doubt be squirming under the gazes of the people with her. A few hours before the match she had met with her three friends, all of who were beyond excited for the match. Fleur never understood what was so good about Quidditch. In her opinion it was even a little barbaric.

Amy is a very outgoing blonde haired girl who looked up to Fleur like she would a sister. Aurélie was her best friend since her childhood. She had pale blue hair which was extremely uncommon even for a witch and she had a cute, heart shaped face making her one of the targets of the boys in her school apart from Fleur. Although she wasn't as sought after as Fleur, she was one of the few that Fleur knew could understand the situation she was in. Lastly, Caroline who was a mischievous, pretty red haired witch. She has a very brazen personality and she had her fun constantly seducing whoever she found worthwhile and losing interest within a day.