Harry quickly covered himself with a disillusionment charm, before following Hagrid. The spell was not perfect, as Harry had been working more on his offensive magic, but it was definitely better than most students could accomplish. He did not have his invisibility cloak on him, so he would have to make do. Harry quickly set off after Hagrid, who was heading towards the Beauxbatons Carriage.
Hagrid knocked gently (or as gently as someone of his size could) on the carriage door. The door slowly swung open, revealing Madame Maxime. She, like Hagrid, was wearing formal attire (although unlike Hagrid, her attire was not hideous). They exchanged a few words before Hagrid held out his hand, which she accepted. The two of them slowly walked in the direction of the forest.
You have got to be shitting me.
He was not even remotely interested in third wheeling on Hagrid's date, and was seriously considering turning back then and there. However, his curiosity got the better of him, and he followed the two of them into the forest.
He silently trailed them, his eyes narrowing slightly as Hogwarts was obscured from view by the many trees. It had just occurred to him that the things Hagrid considered to be perfectly safe were typically the exact opposite. He was not particularly interested in being murdered by some sort of exotic monster, although he supposed that would likely occur in a week's time either way.
Bam.
Harry lost complete focus over his mediocre attempt at the disillusionment charm, so surprised at walking into what had appeared to be thin air. He nearly fell to the floor, pulling his wand out as he steadied himself.
Lumos.
The tip of his wand lit at the use of his silent spell. Thankfully, he was far enough from Hagrid and Madame Maxime that he was not at risk of being seen. He gently waved his wand in front of him, pausing when it landed upon something solid, something that had not been there a moment prior.
Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, to the point where it was not even a competition. Her silvery blonde hair flew with the gentle breeze, her teeth shining like the moon.
A woman who seemed just as surprised at seeing him here as he was her.
"Fleur Delacour." said Harry, his eyes narrowing.
...
Fleur sat within the confines of the main living room of the Beauxbatons Carriage, the only other occupant being Madame Maxime. The other Beauxbatons students had all been sent to their rooms by Madame Maxime twenty minutes ago, for curfew had passed.
"Madame?" Fleur asked gently, "I was wondering why you have asked me to remain."
Madame Maxime was dressed in rather lovely French clothing, a slight mix between formal and informal. The giant woman made her way to a seat opposite Fleur, before sitting down.
"There is something I wish for you to see." said Madame Maxime, sipping a cup of tea that was placed beside her.
"Yes?"
"I am not sure what it is, though I am fairly certain that it is of significant importance to you."
Fleur's eyebrows rose.
"It pertains to the tournament?" she asked slowly.
Madame Maxime shrugged.
"I can not say. I truly haven't the faintest idea, and even if I did, that would be cheating." said the headmistress, before taking another sip of her tea. Fleur fought not to let a smile grace her features.
Once Madame Maxime had finished her tea, the two of them both heard a slight knocking on the door. Madame Maxime gently set her cup of tea down, before turning to Fleur.
"You are to follow us in secret." Madame Maxime informed the Veela, "You may desire to cover yourself with the disillusionment charm, which I know you to be more than proficient with."
Fleur nodded towards her headmistress. She quickly and quietly cloaked herself with the Disillusionment Charm. She watched as Madame Maxime opened the carriage doors, revealing the Hogwarts Gamekeeper. He was dressed in a horrible coat, though it was clear from his proud stance that he thought it to be rather nice.
The giant of a man held out his hand, which her headmistress accepted. He gently helped her down the steps, before the two of them headed off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Fleur was slightly wary now; she assumed anyone would be when entering a place that had the word 'Forbidden' in its name.
She gracefully followed the pair, which was not a difficult feat; she was nearly twenty feet away, and she could still see their enormous silhouettes.
Bam.
Fleur nearly fell to the floor, her Disillusionment Charm fading due to her sudden shock. She turned around, searching for whatever had crashed into her. A moment later, a bright light emerged from the tip of a wand - one that happened to be pointed directly at her. Her eyes met a pair that glowed emerald. They were accompanied by high cheekbones, hair identical in colour to the night sky, and narrowed eyes.
Standing mere feet away from her, in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, and past curfew, was Harry Potter.
"Fleur Delacour." said Harry, his eyes continuing to narrowing slightly as he gazed at her.
As usual, there was not so much as a hint of him being affected by her allure. It was something that greatly impressed her; she knew her allure to be far greater than those belonging to other Veela she had met.
"Harry Potter."
"You don't seem the type to take a midnight stroll through the Forbidden Forest."
Fleur narrowed her eyes, glaring at the boy.
"I could say the same for you."
"I beg to differ, but that isn't particularly important. So what are you doing here?"
"Could I not ask you the same question?"
"If you did I would tell you that I was scheduled for detention with Professor Hagrid. Punishment for - "
" - setting a boy on fire, yes, I have heard." responded Fleur in a voice that carried superiority, something that caused the boy to narrow his eyes.
Fleur had indeed heard all about the occurrence, even if she had not been present at the time. There was no doubt in her mind that it had been accidental magic, as the boy had claimed; doing such magic without the aid of a wand would be damn near impossible, even for wizards such as Albus Dumbledore.