Veela Love

It was during a visit at the Burrow that Fleur asked Harry, "What's your Merlin index, if you don't mind sharing that information?"

"Merlin index? I've never heard of it. What is it?"

Hermione seemed just as interested while the other Weasley seemed surprised.

"It's a measure of your magical core, as they like to call it, or your intrinsic magical potential, as it is called in a more scientific way. Most pureblood babies have their index measured soon after birth. It is then measured again as they go to school – Hogwarts, in your case – by the medical staff, and then it's measured just before graduation, usually only a day or two before you finish school. Haven't you had it?"

Harry shook his head. "I've been many time in the hospital wing since first year but nobody mentioned this to me."

Fleur looked unsure if it was extremely funny or really infuriating. "Were you called to the infirmary a few days before graduation?"

Harry scratched his head, Hermione answered in his stead. "We had a final medical checkup the day before graduation."

"Were you given a number, probably written on a piece of parchment?" Fleur continued.

"Yes. Madam Pomfrey waved her wand around me and then plucked a parchment that emerged from her wand and gave it to me. She didn't read it first and she said nothing to me before waving me out," Harry said.

"It was the same with me," Hermione added.

"Do you remember what was written on that parchment?"

"Just a number."

"Do you remember what it was?" Fleur was almost exasperated by the lack of cooperation on Harry's side.

"I'm not sure. It may have been fifty-eight, or maybe eighty-five..."

"It was eighty-six," Ron said, as the room went silent.

"Eighty six?" Fleur asked, her voice uncertain.

"I didn't know what it meant, but as one is usually expected to get as close to one hundred as possible, I thought it was fairly low." Harry sounded apologetic.

"Are you kidding? The normal adult wizards have indexes from thirty to fifty, averaging about thirty-eight. Dumbledore was believed to be around seventy-five and Voldemort was known to be sixty-nine. You say you are eighty-six?"

"I'm really not sure..." he tried.

"I'm eighty-three," Hermione said, almost inaudibly.

"Oh, I'm also eighty-three!" Luna added, sounding happy.

"Did you know it, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I knew it all along. I just felt... I don't know... humbled, probably. My index is forty-two. Only Bill's is higher in the family."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Hermione asked, standing at Harry's side.

"It wasn't really important at the time. None of you wanted any more attention than you were getting, so..."

Hermione was looking at Ron in a way that promised some tough time for him at home. Harry was looking at Luna with a new appraisal and a loving smile. He was just thinking of all the weird stories she would tell him once they were back home.

They were visiting at the Burrow again, enjoying the Weasley hospitality, as they used to do about once a month. Three years old Victoire was playing with four years old Teddy while Fleur was watching them and Harry was watching his slightly younger twins playing nearby with Susan's son.

"You know, Bill would like a boy now," Fleur said.

Harry shrugged. "So?"

"We can't have a boy the normal way," she explained.

"Why? You've had Victoire. Has there been a problem since?"

Fleur sighed. "You know I have Veela ancestry, don't you?"

"That's common knowledge. What does it have to do with your problem, though?"

She talked softly now. "Have you ever heard of male Veela?"

"No. Why?"

"There are no male Veela. Never were. You know what that means?"

Harry tried to think like Hermione, but failed. "Care to explain?"

"The daughter of a Veela is a Veela," Fleur said.

It took Harry a moment to understand. "Then... your mother is a Veela and... so are you!"

Fleur smiled sadly. "That's right. We, Veela, don't advertize these facts. It's easier if people believe we're only part-Veela."

Harry thought a bit more. "You talked about daughters. What about sons?"

His question seemed to affect her in a way he didn't understand. "In order for a Veela to birth a male child, her sex partner must be a very powerful wizard. Normal wizards are not powerful enough to overcome the 'Veela curse', which isn't really a curse; it's just the way Veela magic acts. My Bill, although quite powerful, is not powerful enough for this."

"What can you do then?"

"I must produce a male child with a much more powerful wizard, for it to succeed."

"But then, the child won't be Bill's!" Harry exclaimed. He was suspecting already what Fleur was hinting at and wasn't sure he liked it.

"Oh, but here comes Veela magic to his aid. If he has sex with me soon after the child is conceived, then my magic can exchange his genes with the ones of the donor, making the child his."

"I'm not sure I understand," Harry said. He was quite sure where this was leading, but he didn't want to assume anything, fearing the consequences such actions might have on Bill and the other Weasley.

Fleur looked at him in a way that showed she didn't really believe him, before speaking again. "Bill will probably try to speak to you privately today or maybe during the coming week. He will ask you to have sex with me, intending to produce a male child. I just want you to accept his offer. It is not immoral and is not some kind of kinky desire. It's just one of the less known consequences of marrying a Veela. He is enjoying the others each day, usually more than once."

Harry felt he was getting too much information. He still nodded in acceptance, not wanting Fleur to go into further details.

Bill visited a few days later. "I have a very unusual request," he told Harry. "You know that Fleur has Veela ancestry, don't you?"

"Yes. I've heard her say that her wand had Veela hair core, using her grandmother's hair."

"Well, it turns out that she is also a Veela. That makes our marriage life very interesting," he smiled mischievously, "but it also means that she can only have girls, unless her mate is a very powerful wizard."

Harry knew where this was leading, yet he acted as expected. "You're a curse breaker. Aren't you powerful enough?"

"It only means I'm knowledgeable enough and I have some talent. I'm not really powerful. You are."

Harry remembered the conversation he had had with Fleur about a month earlier. Was she asking about his Merlin Index for this purpose? He was almost sure of it now.

"How can I help you, then?" he asked.

Bill seemed suddenly uncomfortable. "Well, I need you to help her have a son, and then she can make him mine."

Harry already understood, but he wanted Bill to say it plainly, to assure that their expectations agreed with each other. "What do you expect me to do?"

Bill's face turned red. "Well... I expect you to have sex with Fleur, forcing your magic to create a boy. Once this is over, it will be my turn to help her make the boy mine."

"You've both agreed about this, I hope."

"Yes, we did. It was very difficult for me to accept the idea, but there's really no other way if I want a boy."

"I'll have to tell Luna, and I'm sure she'll agree. When do I need to do my part and where?"

"Fleur will let you know and I'll be forever indebted to you if this will really work as expected."

Fleur called him the next day. "My period is due in a few days. I believe the best time to try it will be about two weeks later. I think we should start ten days after my period and keep at it for a week. I'll also take some potions to enhance fertility and increase the chances for a boy."

"Where do I need to... do my part?"

"Oh, at Shell Cottage, of course. We shall use one of the guest rooms and then I'll move to the bedroom, where Bill will do his part. It's best not to delay it."

Harry thought some discretion would be appreciated, but well... Still, just thinking about having sex with a Veela was giving him an arousal. He'd better seek Luna now...

Luna didn't mind sharing Harry with other women, especially those she considered friends or family, as Fleur certainly was. She was still able to make Harry shag her whenever she wanted, which meant at least once a day. As James and Lilly were already approaching the ripe age of three, she was quite eager to try for another child. The fertility spell cast by Harry shortly after their wedding would stay active for as long as their love held, and Luna intended it to last indefinitely.

Fleur invited him for the next day. "I'm sure it would bring no results, as my period is due in another day or two, yet you need to practice before we try for real," she told him. "I'll be waiting for you here soon after breakfast. Tell Luna not to expect you home before dinner, though."

Harry arrived by Floo after breakfast. He was surprised to see Bill still home. Fleur was just checking Victoire over, while wearing a flimsy night-gown which hardly reached her thighs and was almost transparent, fully exposing all her assets. "Be nice with grannie," Fleur told her daughter. "Daddy or I will take you back home tomorrow evening. Now – a kiss..."

The blond girl ('She's also a Veela,' Harry thought) obliged, kissing her mother's cheek. Fleur hugged her tightly before standing up and hugging Bill as well. "Try not to be late," she winked at her husband.

Bill turned to Harry. "Don't let her tire you too much," he said, shaking Harry's hand. Harry just nodded, feeling his cheeks getting hot.

Bill grabbed his daughter and a pinch of Floo powder. A moment later they were gone in a swirl of green flames.

"Have you eaten?" Fleur asked Harry.

"Yes, I had breakfast with Luna, Ella and the kids," Harry replied, his eyes attracted to her breasts, which were almost fully exposed. His mind replayed the beginning of the second task during the Triwizard tournament. Fleur had been wearing a very skimpy swimsuit then, at least by Magical Britain standards. Her breasts had been quite big and well shaped. Now they seemed a bit bigger, but just as firm. Her hips also seemed a bit wider than in his memory, yet it made her look even more feminine.

Fleur smiled at the attention he was giving her body. "You may touch as well," she told him softly. He did.

That was the beginning. They soon moved to a room better equipped for their intentions. The large bed was covered with satin sheets, where two naked bodies could easily explore each other with ample space. Harry started slowly. He caressed and kissed Fleur's body, so different than Luna's. He enjoyed the fullness of her breasts, which felt so natural to caress; her erect nipples, which he loved to suck and play with; her silvery blond mane which seemed to move as if it had a life of its own; her blue eyes that looked at him with a smile; her naturally red lips which just needed to be kissed; her belly-button, which was just as lovely as the rest of her; the mound above her thighs which was covered with naturally trimmed blond hair, and of course – the area where the triangle of hair was pointing at.

When he finally slid into her, Fleur was more than ready, and yet she surprised Harry by being as tight as a virgin. He started moving leisurely, but the pressure was building quickly and he was forced to go faster. "Wish for a boy," Fleur's soft whisper reminded him, as he was approaching his climax. Harry pictured a baby boy in his mind just before they both reached their peak.

They had already spent more than an hour, and Harry thought he would just get dressed and go home. Fleur had different ideas. She started caressing him just like he had done before. Harry's thoughts changed direction immediately and it took only a bit longer before his body reacted as well. There was no need for much foreplay this time, yet the pace was a bit slower. Fleur had already enjoyed one orgasm before the pressure in his loins was building again. She only reminded him "A boy!" as she started another orgasm, dragging him to his own climax. He still managed to think of a boy before releasing himself into her willing body.

It took Harry much longer to regain his breath, by which time Fleur was caressing his body with her perfect tits. He just lay there, enjoying the view and enjoying the feeling of her body, glistening with the sweat of their prior activity, sliding over his, caressing him and reviving him almost magically. A thought about Veela magic flared momentarily in his mind before it shut down completely, leaving only body pleasures.

He wasn't aware of falling asleep. He woke up as a gentle hand started roaming his body. Opening his eyes groggily he saw Fleur, looking as perfect as always, smiling at him as her hand moved towards his loins.

"How long have I slept?"

"Less than an hour. Bill usually collapses after our second round and sleeps for several hours." Her smile turned mischievous. "Care to continue where we stopped?"

"I just need to refresh a bit," he said.

A short visit to the bathroom, as well as splashing his face with some cold water, helped him feel more alert. Seeing Fleur sprawled naked on the bed revived him even more.

By the time Fleur decided they had enough practice, it was almost dinner time. Harry dressed, feeling as tired as he used to feel after an intensive Quidditch training session. Fleur only put on the same night gown she had been wearing when welcoming him in the morning, looking just as fresh.

They found Bill sitting in the kitchen. He smiled at Harry. "How many times have you fallen asleep?"

"Twice, each time for almost an hour."

"Well done! I was afraid you might collapse much earlier."

Fleur didn't let them talk much. "William, it's time for your practice!" she said sternly, moving her body enticingly.

"Yes, dear." Bill winked at Harry and followed Fleur to their bedroom. Harry just shook his head in disbelief before returning home.

Luna was waiting for him. "I've put the children to sleep a bit early, so we can have some private time," she said, letting her robe fall.

Harry, who had felt sexually exhausted just a moment earlier, found that his wife still had a special effect on him. He hugged her tightly, making his clothes vanish with a flick of his wrist.

They didn't hurry, though. Luna wanted a very intimate dinner first. Once they finished their meal she came to sit in his lap. "I was thinking it may be time for another child or two," she said dreamily.

Their kisses and caresses became slowly more heated. Luna's body, although not as perfectly sexy as Fleur's, was even more desirable for him. Harry loved his wife dearly and was happy he could still give her what she expected, despite his previous activity. They soon moved to their bedroom, falling asleep an hour later, fully sated and still hugging each other.

Fleur called him about a week later. She sounded somewhat bewildered. "Harry, I didn't get my period!"

"Maybe you were already impregnated by Bill?" he suggested.

"No, I'm sure of it. With Victoire, I knew the exact moment she was conceived, and I wasn't pregnant before I had sex with you."

"Maybe you are a bit excited. This may delay one's period, so I've heard."

"No, Harry. It went like a Swiss clock ever since I was fourteen, even during times I was extremely stressed. I believe you've impregnated me, just as I wanted, only quite unexpectedly."

It was Harry's time to feel confused. "What then?"

Fleur laughed. "I promised a week of intensive sex to you. I've already got what I needed from you, but it was too enjoyable to just leave it at that. Two weeks from now, as originally planned, I want you to visit each day for an intense session of pure sex. I need to keep my promises, don't you agree?"

Fleur gave birth to a boy, nine months later. He was clearly a Weasley, with fiery red hair and freckles, yet his eyes were emerald green, and once he got older, his hair wouldn't stay flat.

Luna went into labor at the same time, giving birth to a raven haired girl with silvery-blue eyes about an hour later.

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