They exchanged phone numbers that day, 

he said for "communication reasons."

She laughed and he shrugged it off. 

That day when she went home, 

she felt something good, 

so she texted him to feel even better.

They talked about everything and 

she poured her heart out. 

Her sister was one of those

girls who boys

"yearned" for,

one of those girls who boys actually liked. 

Her sister saw her mood change and saw

how she was always on her phone. 

"Are you sexting?" her sister, Rosamund, asked.

"No! I'm texting a friend."

"Boyfriend?"

"No Rosamund every boy you text doesn't have to have sex with you," Fleur irritatingly replied. 

"Okay, if you say so."

Then Fleur got a different image in her head. 

An image of her and Harry in love. 

She laughed and continued to talk to him.