A/N: I would like to thank everyone for the comments. They have been wonderful! Hopefully this chapter will expand on Harry's personality and relationship with the girls. Also please excuse my French, it is Google. Lastly, I intend this to be a once a week update.

Chapter 2

"Alright, I understand that." Harry conceded. "And I meant it, you are both amazing and any man would be lucky to marry either of you." Harry shook his head with a small smile. "And now I'm married to both of you. But you've only listed one of the requirements. What are the other 2?"

This time Fleur spoke up. "Ze second requirement is zat the love expressed in ze marriage declaration must be returned."

-Flashback-

Following Harry's confession Tonks tried to take another drink from the bottle. She stopped, peering down the neck of the bottle questioningly, the held it upside down and gave it a shake.

"Looks like we are fresh out of booze." she complained. Harry breathed a small sigh of relief.

"We could just go to a club." Fleur offered.

"What, the wizarding world has night clubs?" Harry asked, surprised. Tonks shook her head.

"They do on the continent, but not in Britain." Tonks looked sideways at Fleur. "But there are plenty of muggle clubs."

Harry looked from Tonks to Flue. "Are you nuts? Do you think its really a good idea to turn you two loose on muggle London?"

"Well I guess we will just 'ave to take someone mature along with us as chaperone." Fleur responded with a wicked smile at Harry.

"Me?" Harry asked incredulously, they both just nodded. "How do you expect to get me into a club? I'm not old enough to get into the Three Broomsticks except on school visit days."

Tonks waved her hand dismissively. "A glamour and a confundus charm will take care of that."

Harry looked down at his feet. "I don't have any clothes that I could wear to a club." he said quietly. Fleur and Tonks looked at each other with a smirk. Then they uttered the two words every man dreads hearing from a pair of women.

"Shopping trip!"

Harry never thought that two women who had been so depressed could change their mood so quickly. At least for the two excitedly pawing through display racks, retail therapy seemed to get the job done. He watched with a slight smile as they eagerly chatted over the clothes they were choosing for him. If he hadn't witnessed it himself, he would almost swear that the events of that morning had been a bad dream. He knew they were simply delaying the inevitable of dealing with their losses, but if he could put a smile on their faces even for a moment he would subject himself to countless shopping trips. They were his friends, and they deserved it.

Fleur glanced in Harry's direction and noticed him watching them before leaning in to whisper to Tonks. Tonks turned and gave Harry a calculating look which caused him to blush, which caused Fleur and Tonks began to giggle. That began what seemed to be a competition between the two to see who could get Harry to blush the most. Innuendo and fleeting touches became the theme for the day as Harry was used as a dress up doll.

After Harry's clothing was chosen, the ladies decided to reward Harry's patience with their own fashion show. Outfit after outfit was modeled as Harry's compliments earned him not only consecutively more provocative outfits but also hugs and chaste kisses. Of course those outfits and kisses not only had Harry blushing and stammering compliments, but soon Fleur and Tonks had flaming cheeks as well.

Two hours later Harry exited Harrod's with a lady virtually clinging to each arm and carrying several bags containing three outfits for him and one for each of the girls. An alley down the street and three switching spells later saw Harry in an emerald green shirt to match his eyes with black Armani slacks and vest. Fleur was wearing a figure hugging matching green Pucci halter dress with long sleeved lace overlay. Tonks opted for a short black Balmain lace panelled long sleeve dress with pattern matched black lace stockings. Both ladies were in heels, Fleurs strappy black heels vs Tonks' stiletto heeled thigh high boots.

"I know of a club not far from here." Tonks suggested, shrinking their packages and slipping them into her purse. "Its always a good time, and I'm on good terms with the doorman."

"Lead ze way," Fleur prompted eager to experience a muggle club. Being descended from Veela and the daughter of a French Ministry department head she didn't get to experience muggle society much. Sure she shopped in the muggle world often, but she didn't get to socialize in it much.

At the club the doorman barely gave them a second glance as Tonks, on Harry's right arm, led Harry and Fleur, who was on his left arm, to the front of the que and through the door. Inside the club they found a vacant section of counter overlooking the dance floor. Harry received numerous glares and murderous looks but he was oblivious to them. Honestly would you notice anyone else with two gorgeous women making sure everyone in the room knew they were with you?

After getting their drinks, Tonks and Fleur drug Harry onto the dance floor. Again making sure everyone in the club knew who they were with as they danced close. The amount of body contact soon had Harry's head swimming as his blood flow was redirected. As the next song started, Fleur and Tonks glued themselves to each side of Harry's body, grinding against him in ways which made him very much aware of where his bloodflow went. From the smile which spread on her face, Fleur was very aware too.

"Mon Dieu 'Arry," she leaned forward and breathed in his ear to be heard. "You really meant what you said earlier?"

"Every word Fleur." He could smell the light clean fragrance of her hair. It reminded him of trees and a clear breeze on a spring day.

Fleur pulled him into a tight embrace before she drew back and turned her head, tilting her chin up slightly to bring her lips to his. Harry's mind went blank as Fleur's hands rose to the back of his head, deepening their kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues began to dance as feverishly as thier bodies had. Harry found his own hands traveling down Fleur's back until they came to rest on her shapely posterior, firmly grasping her arse and lifting her slightly.

"My turn hot stuff." Tonks growled as she disengaged Fleur to glue her own lips to Harry's. The kiss was short but intense as Tonks' hand lowered to grasp one side of Harry's rear. Pulling back slightly, Tonks breathed "Let's get out of here."

Nodding mutely, Harry led Tonks and Fleur from the club.

-End Flashback-

"I think it was pretty obvious we returned ze feelinz 'Arry." Fleur grinned cheekily at him.

Harry just stared at the two women who sat smirking at him. With visible effort, Harry swallowed to wet his throat and asked, already knowing the answer. "What then was the third thing needed to complete the marriages?"

The resulting grins from the women were almost predatory. "I should zink zat was obvious 'Arry." Fleur hinted.

"That was taken care of last night," Tonks replied. "Multiple times."

"Each." Fleur eagerly agreed.

Harry's face burned bright red. Obviously the two were enjoying teasing him about the situation, but he doubted that they really understood the issues of associating with hm. He was certain that Dumbledore had not told anyone else about the horcruxes, after all he had warned Harry not to. He was also sure nobody, not even Order members knew just why Voldemort was so singlemindedly obsessed with him. Harry doubted that anyone in the order really knew that in the end he himself would have to face Voldemort. That was why he planned on slipping out with only Ron and Hermione to try and destroy Voldemort's horcruxes. Taking a breath to calm himself, Harry fixed each of his new wives with a firm gaze.

"Are you two really sure about this? Yes I was completely honest and sincere when I said I would gladly marry you, but I feel like I took advantage of you when you were having a tough time."

"'Arry, you 'ave been a good friend since we first met." Fleur reached across the counter and put her hand over his. "You 'elped me in ze Tri-Wizard. You welcomed me wiz open arms when I moved to England. You encouraged me when otherz ridiculed me simply for being French. When Bill left, you 'ave 'elped me again see that I am worz more zan I zougt."

"Same applies for me Harry," Tonks laid her hand on top of Fleur's. "You helped me deal with Sirius' death when Remus was being so flakey..." Tonks trailed off and turned to Fleur. "You know pretty much every time our relationships were rocky, you were there for us." Fleur nodded her agreement.

Harry looked at the two women whose smiles had begun to drop slightly, only to be replaced with determined looks. "What about the insane wizard with daddy issues that is after me? I likely won't live out the year. Being married to me will just put big targets on you"

Fleur and Tonks exchanged a look. "Harry, I appreciate your worry but remember I'm the half-blood daughter of a blood traitor who has been expelled from her family. I'm already a target, my whole family is."

"Oui, and being quarter Veela the pureblood biggots look at me only as a creature. At best to be used as a toy for zeir pleasure."

"What we are trying to say Harry," Tonks squeezed their hands. "Is that we are targets by our very nature. Being with you gives us something good to hold onto."

"And wiz our 'elp, you 'ave a better chance of beating 'im."

Harry knew he had to tell them. They were in this just as deep as he was now, and they deserved to know the full extent. "Ok, but there is something I need to tell you first. I know how Voldemort survived sixteen years ago, and it's not pleasent."