Harry.

The Boy Who Lived sat in the bath his bare chest exposed and stunned at her.

Fleur stared back then quickly turned around. Slightly embarrassed. More so because she definitely liked what she could see.

"I apologize." She started. "I didn’t realize anyone was here already." (Not writing a French accent. Just image it is.)

"It's alright." Harry blushed. Here he was completely naked in front of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "I should have locked the door."

"You're here to find out about the second task. Correct? I saw the egg next to you. " She asked keeping her back to him.

"Yeah. Still can't get it not to make that horrible sound." Harry answered.

"Put it under the water." She said.

Then a thought came to her. A very naughty thought.

"Harry I'm sorry to impose but could I join you? I need to hear the clue as well."

She wanted to see if he was as impressive under the water as he was up top. Ever since the dragon she had had been interested in him.

Harry's eyes went wide with realization.

"You want to get in the bath with me?!"

"If that's alright."

"But I'm...you know..naked."

"I won't peek. And I trust you wont either." She replied.

"You'll be naked too?!"

"If that's okay?"

Fleur knew he wouldn't pass up this opportunity. And she could take in the full picture of the Boy Who Lived.