Hermione Granger and the Time of her Life

Hermione Granger and the Time of her Life

Chapter 4: The Head Boy

Fleur followed the handsome guy, and pretty soon, they were entering the Headmaster's office.

There she found Madame Maxime and another rather good-looking boy. He turned out to be Eolus Cane, the new head of Ravenclaw. He was much younger than the last one, that's for sure. What was his name? Featherflee? Oh, whatever.

She heard a voice; perhaps Madame Maxime was talking. Was it to her? Fleur concentrated on the voice, but was soon enough distracted by the handsome guy who had escorted her so gently to where she was. His muscles were visible..."Wait a minute," Fleur thought. "He's just a boy! What is the matter with you? He's supposed to be looking at you! Not the other way around! What..."

"Fleur! Earz to Fleur!" Madame Maxime shouted, interrupting her mental debate.

Fleur almost jumped as she realized what she was doing. Simultaneously, she put a stop to it and focused her attention on her Headmistress.

"Pardonez moi. What were you saying?" She tried to act as if nothing had happened, but it was no use.

"I was introducing 'ze new 'ead of Ravenclaw, your 'ouse, before you became engrossed in looking at 'ze 'Ead Boy!" her headmistress replied.

"I'm sorry. I must be a little tired from 'ze ride," Fleur tried to cover it.

"Ze ride, eh?" Madame Maxime looked at her in disbelief, but regardless, she continued with her speech, " As I was saying, 'zis is 'ze new professor. I expect you'll get along well. I don't want to 'ear any complaints about you back in France."

"You won't," Fleur put on an innocent smile.

"I 'ope so. Well, I must be off. Congratulations. Your English is already improving."

"Merci."

"Au Revoir professor, Fleur, Wood," the Headmistress addressed them before taking her leave. As soon as Madame Maxime was off, the professor glanced at his new student.

"I think that will be all. Wood, would you please escort the lady back to the Ravenclaw dormitories," he requested, looking at Oliver, who fortunately, hadn't noticed Fleur's gawking. That would have been such an insult to her Veela abilities!

"Certainly professor," the boy agreed.

"Thank you. Miss Delacour, I expect we'll get along well. Welcome to Ravenclaw," the professor greeted her.

"Merci, professor," Fleur smiled as the Head boy opened the door for her.

"So, you're 'ze 'Eadboy?" Fleur inquired, eager to start a conversation with the mysterious stranger.

"In person. My name's Oliver Wood," he introduced himself," Professor Cane tells me that you're French?"

"Oui, from Beauxbatons to be exact. Why? Does Wood like French girls?" Fleur started working her master's degree on flirtation.

"Don't know. Never been with one," Oliver replied casually. Hell, he hadn't even noticed that the blonde Veela was flirting with him.

"Pity. Of course, that could change..."

Before Fleur could finish her seductive proposition, Oliver was saying the password to the Ravenclaw dormitories: "Quidditch". No surprise there, as Oliver was known to literally 'live' for this wizard's game.

"Well, good night Miss Delacour."

"Oh, call me Fleur," she gave him a smile.

"All right, Fleur. See you around," he returned her smile partially.

"You can be sure of 'zat," she promised herself while enjoying the splendid view until it was lost into the night. She sighed and made her way to her bedroom, her mind scattered in deep debates that were drawn to a precise conclusion; she would have Oliver.