About the authors

We are basically just two dudes, who share familiar sexual interests. One evening we just had the crazy idea to write a fan-fiction, because of the amount we have read so far, but do not worry we will come up with everything on our own. Well, at least we try. Everything has already been done.

Chapter 1

Harry quickly disapparates, taking Ron, Hermione and Luna with him, not knowing where they would end up. They flashed through the crack in space time and moved in the Tunnels, leading to the main Leylines. Suddenly they saw an exit, with no description to it.

Its exit proved to be one of the many portals in the Notre-Dame. Fortunately, the night had already fallen, so no visitors were roaming about the area. The Moon shed a dim light on the four as they recovered from the shock that disapparating usually brought with it. Especially for Harry, he never remained standing after traveling in a magical way.

The Seine calmly made its way through the city which normally was loud and energetic. It was almost as if the whole magical world suffered from the actions, taken by the Death Eaters. Like one big living organism which was falling into pieces. To crush such a beautiful night of joy in such dark times, was a crime against not only humanity but also magic.

Harry remembered Fleur telling him where she grew up. Specifically, he remembered Fleur telling him he was always welcome as he saved her little sister, Gabrielle. He hoped that offer was still open. "Guys, I might know where the Delacour Mansion is as I have been given an open invitation after the Tournament. It might be our best option for now." Hermione gave him a strange look, which Harry put down to him receiving such a thing. Then again, she got an invite for the summer holidays from Viktor. Harry remembered Ron's jealousy and couldn't help but smile at those good old times.

Aaah yes, those good old times. No war, no murders and a slightly less corrupt government (Harry remembered "Minister" Fudge).

"Unfortunately, I have not been there, because of Dumbledore's advice to stay home,", Harry pointed out," I would have loved to though." "This also means that you cannot disapparate to it?", Luna asked. "No, unfortunately not." "Maybe you should have, Fleur would certainly have been very happy", Hermione sneered. She almost seems envious. "What do you mean by that, Hermione?", Harry carefully asked. "Oh, nothing", she exaggeratedly intoned. "Can we all leave this behind please?", Ron asked, "I am hungry!"

Of course, Ron's tummy had to come first. He still had a point. Luna suggests that they could go to the W Montmartre, a hotel run by some good friends of Luna's mother. They started walking through the city of Love. It seemed very weird to be in another country, since all of them had only been to Ireland for the Quidditch World Cup. Except for Hermione of course, since she had already been to the Cote de Azur before.

They walked fast and always turning their head around to look for possible pursuers. Finally, they arrived at the W Montmartre. They went to the back and used the common used knock signal in the wizardly world on one of the bricks. It retracted backwards and revealed a face. "What do you want?", a cold voice asked. "We want to speak to the Veela", Luna replied. The door hidden in the wall opened quietly. Behind it stood an incredibly beautiful woman. She had huge breasts as fa as Ron was concerned. Her bottom was also very well shaped, Harry noticed. "Guys, this is the Veela", Luna explained, "she is my mother's aunt and currently, if I am not mistaken, almost 160 years old." Hermione gave Ron and Harry's look and rested it a bit longer on Harry than necessary. They in turn stared at their feet.

"It is alright my dears", the Veela amusedly spoke," you can call me Unatia." Gratefully for this Ron and Harry dared to look up again. "I am used to this you know,", Unatia revealed, "since my appearance is a Veela most of the times. It makes saving money very easy I must say." Everyone had a good laugh at that one.

"I am sorry for your brother Ronald Weasley. It is truly evil to just interfere at a wedding like this.", she continued, bringing them all back to reality, "But please come in if you will!" Luna went inside first, immediately throwing her stuff into a chute where it was automatically delivered to her own room. She followed directly afterwards. "At least you could have taken your shoes off,", the Veela yelled. "And now to you three,", she said, "unfortunately I have only two rooms left. Who of you can or want to sleep together?" "I want to sleep alone", Ronald exclaimed, not to the remorse of Hermione, who wanted to clear things up with Harry anyways. "You are not going to,", Harry responded, "Hermione surely wants her privacy. I will stay with you!" "Okay, fine." "NO!" Everybody turned around. Harry asked: "What?" Hermione shyly responded, whilst blushing, after a while: "I…I want you to sleep with me in my room, Harry!"