𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐱

in which blue and green collide

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THE BLONDE BEAUTY FROM THE FEAST was all Harry could think of that night, as he looked up at the ceiling from his bed in the Gryffindor Dormitory. He couldn't get her startling blue eyes or laugh that almost sounded musical out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her.

Completely unbeknownst to the green eyed boy, a certain blonde was lying awake looking up at the marble ceiling of the Beauxbatons carriage, her thoughts invaded by his intense green stare. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was him.

Diana was the first in her dorm to wake up that morning, and knowing that Fleur would most likely be up early to put her name in the 'Goblet Of Fire' she donned her silk uniform and tied her blonde curls back with a simple blue ribbon, hoping to catch her cousin before she entered her name in the tournament.

Quietly slipping out of the dormitory careful not to wake a sleeping Skye or their dormate Estelle, she hurried out of the enchanted carriage and into the Hogwarts grounds where she was met with a rush of crisp morning air, as she took her first steps outside. Pulling her thin cloak closer to her small frame she quickened her pace as she walked towards the castle, hopeful that she would catch up with Fleur in time.

Diana stepped through the castle's threshold and hurried towards what she believed to be the room the goblet was being kept. She had just turned the corner when she collided with something hard, falling to the floor upon impact. She looked up from the floor only to realize it was the boy with the green eyes, ocean blue once again locking with emerald green.

Harry having woken up long before his dorm mates decided to send a letter to Sirius about his scar, and so he found himself walking toward the Owlery when he collided with a small figure. He looked up from the floor only to realize it was the girl with blue eyes, the blonde beauty. emerald green once again locking with ocean blue. He took a minute drinking in her appearance. Her blonde curls pulled back with a blue ribbon a few pieces hanging out to frame her face. A silk uniform dress adorned her small body, and as he couldn't help but notice hugged her figure in all the right places. Drawing his eyes to her curves, and upper chest area. The early morning sunlight was streaming through the large castle windows bathing her in sunlight causing her to give off a heavenly glow, making her look even more ethereal than normal. He thought back to what Ron had said the other night "I'm telling you Harry, that is not a normal girl" and he couldn't help but agree. There was something about her. Something different.

He was torn away from his thoughts by her soft voice. Oh how he loved her voice. He loved the way her French accent was slightly overpowered by an english one, which in his opinion made all the words that came from her mouth sweeter than honey. He loved the way her soft lips moved when she talked, and he found himself drawn to them wanting oh so badly to connect them with his. He maintained eye contact with the beauty wondering for a moment why she was waving her hand in his face when he realized she had spoken to him.

As blue and green once again locked Diana found herself admiring the owner of the bright green eyes. Her ocean ones trailed over the boy admiring his windswept hair, and the way his school jumper was just a little to tight providing emphasis on his muscles that were no doubt a result of Quidditch. Recognizing the awkward silence, she spoke up. "I'm so sorry! I should really watch where I'm going, are you alright"

The green eyed boy gave no response as he merely continued to stare at her as though he was under a trance. Diana was well aware of the effects her veela charm and beauty had on boys, and that was precisely why she rarely used it to her advantage. Therefore she was confused as to why the boy was staring at her in such a manner, as she was positive she wasn't using her veela charm. She raised an eyebrow at the boy before waving her hand in front of his face.

Harry snapped out of it breaking direct eye contact with the blonde, ocean blue breaking away from emerald green once again. "Oh erm, no I'm sorry I should have payed more attention to my surroundings." He said awkwardly as he stood up brushing off his pants before offering a hand to the quarter veela, smiling when she took it, loving the feeling of her smaller softer hand in his larger calloused one. "Erm, I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself, relived when her blue eyes flashed with  recognization upon hearing his name but nothing more. "I'm Diana. Diana Dupont." The blonde stuck out her hand for him to shake letting out a soft giggle at his wide eyes and shocked expression, as he stared at her dainty hand before shaking it.

"Well it's uh nice to meet you... officially that is." Harry stumbled over his words his nervousness evident as he stuttered.

"It's nice to officially meet you to Harry." Diana retracted her hand from his, giving him a warm smile that made his knees weak before excusing herself. "I'm afraid I really have to go, but I'll see you around?"
The blonde shot Harry a hopeful smile. "Oh uh definitely." Harry sputtered out giving Diana what he hoped was a 'flirty' grin in return. "Well, then Au revoir Harry!" Diana said shooting him one last smile as she continued her trip to the goblet, unaware of the light pink mark that was forming in the exact place Harry's hand touched hers.

"Yeah... Au revoir" Harry whispered as he watched the blonde beauty- or Diana walk away.

Just then Harry caught sight of a familiar
red head walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast, and Harry hurried after him eager to tell his best mate what just happened. "Ron wait up you will NOT believe who I just ran into!"

authors note!
This is just a filler chapter but I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to vote and comment!