Harry Potter never meant to enter the Triwizard Tournament. He wanted books, not dragons. Peace, not headlines. But when his name erupts from the Goblet, the rules change and so does everything between him and Fleur Delacour.
She’s veela-hot, smug as sin, and cocky enough to taunt him in tight tops and leggings painted on by dark magic. He should’ve ignored her. He didn’t.
She made a bet. He won.
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Uhg, Sorry I enjoy most of your fics, but gonna have to bail on this fic, I really can’t stand the addition of Fleur fucking Ron. Idk something about this fic being Mr Alpha male Harry, and then the weird cuckish behavior just don’t mix for me.
Sorry, but I would have liked this to have stayed purely a Harry/Fleur pairing. I don’t like the direction that the story took