Harry Potter/fleur Delacour Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

As Flora looked at me, startled, I said calmly, "I won't get in the way of your date. Goodbye." I was not sad. Flora was the one who had bought me those cartridges. The models were ruined, but I could always buy better ones. The locked diary was filled with the thoughts of a teenage boy, yet the dazzling girl in those memories was no longer the same. All that love had turned into something absurd. What was there left to cherish? In the days that followed, Flora did not come to talk to me. She was busy showing off her love with Sean. All of our friends knew how deeply she loved him.

It's all-natural and soft, from the silk scarf around the neck to the small hat on the head, which is made of fresh flowers. Flowers on the grass are not as many as those on Miren, she transforms herself into a spring flower fairy, loves small flowers, ready to put them in her lap and cuddle. Dylan was sitting across the table from Miren, reading a book. Although he is dressed in a very simple manner, his calm demeanor cannot conceal the noble aura that he exudes. The girl on the other side of him slowly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with sweetness and love as she looked at him. She reached out, grabbed a tangerine, and handed it to him with a smile on her face.

Adele's POV "I don't know why you keep insisting I'm your wife," I said, forcing each word past the tightness in my chest. "Does she look like me? Maybe I resemble her—wolves say many humans share the same bones, the same eyes, a similar scent event—but that doesn't make me her. I'm Fleur Swann. You need to accept that." I held his gaze, refusing to be the first to look away.

“In a skirt that’s two sizes too small and a top that’s barely holding your boobs in. Very casual Tuesday vibes.” I grab my books and head for the door. “Ready for French class?” “Oh my god.” Delilah stops dead in her tracks. “Oh my GOD. You’re flirting with Professor Montelli .” “What? No.” “For revenge! Against Jaden ! You absolute genius psychopath!” “Delilah , I’m not—” “Girl, watch out for his wife, yeah? Mrs. Montelli seems sweet, but she’s got that whole ‘I’ll destroy you if you touch my husband’ energy.”

Unexpectedly, Flora then heard Harry speaking again with a half-hearted laugh as soon as she had just taken a step out of the room— “There’s no need for you to apologize. You just need to grovel before you go.” His voice was still low and pleasant, but it did not have the slightest warmth in it at all. Flora almost thought that she had heard wrongly. She could not help but widen her eyes in shock as she asked, “Master Harry, are you mistaken?” She was Flora, the young lady of the Lennon family! He wanted her to grovel before Sienna? Wouldn’t that be a public humiliation to the Lennon family, then?

Pausing, he then added, "By the way, her name is Penny." "Penny…" Ruby smiled slightly. "It does rhyme with my name. I guess it counts as a connection." Then, she asked Charlie, "Would you mind telling me more about your trip to Morocco?" Charlie nodded and gave her a detailed account of his trip. Ruby listened intently, clapping her hands in delight at the most exciting parts. After hearing Penny's story, she couldn't help but sigh, "Fleur's craving to control everything borders on insanity. She had never even met Penny, yet she already sank her fangs into the poor girl with her poison just because she was worried Penny might stray out of her grasp."

Her expression shifted immediately, and she stepped toward me and quickly pulled my face toward hers. “You are such a flirt.” She said firmly. “You're really a snake, aren't you? I thought you were only good at painting, turns out you're an expert at taking possession on other's things, too.” “I'm not taking possession of him,” I smirked. “And he's not yours either. We both don't have the right to own him, Fleur. You might be forgetting about it.”

Nigel replied coldly, his eyes fixed on her. Delcy grew even more frantic. Draco strode over, his gaze icy and merciless. “A rotten woman like you would make a fine meal for my pets.” Delcy shook with terror. “P-please, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never bother Luna again. I—I—” She couldn’t finish her sentence before Draco grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “Ah!” Delcy whimpered in pain. Draco’s eyes blazed as he stared her down. “Death is too good for a greedy, conniving woman like you.”

, Kaira blushed as he moved the flowers close enough for her to hold. It was a sight that would traumatize me. With a fake smile, I excused myself. “Bro, I need to pick up something real quick “. I tapped his shoulder and gave him a ‘don’t screw this up’. Kaira’s POV. As soon as Harry walked out, the room became externally quiet. I was blushing heavily and my heart couldn’t keep still. It kept beating fast. I held the bouquet close to my chest and would sniff it at intervals. “Have you had breakfast?”, his cold voice that had a giggy effect on me.