Chapter One
It was just past eleven in the morning when she crossed the ward line that surrounded Shell Cottage. She had just seen off her three little rascals off to Hogwarts. Little Louis rather nervous right before his cousin Albus walked over and asked if he wanted to sit together on the Express. Fleur looked over and saw Albus's father standing a few meters away with that knowing smirk on his face. She was surprised to not see Harry's wife Ginny standing next to him. She noticed that more and more at the large Weasley family get-togethers. She always wanted to ask Harry about it but valued his warm friendship that had grown over the years. She didn't want to stick her nose in where it didn't belong unless it was absolutely necessary. She felt a warmth coming from the pocket of her form fitting light blue robe. She stealthy slipped her hand into her pocket and felt a small bit of parchment that wasn't there before. Fleur took out the small note and broke open the seal.
It said
Ginny is off on another business trip. She says she'll be covering Puddlemere United for the Prophet.
I am skeptical but I will keep up the charade
I was wondering if little Lily and I could stop by for the rest of the day.
My little princess says that she doesn't spend enough time on the beach or her favorite French aunt.
Is an hour too short notice?
Fleur looked over at Harry. She smiled at him and shook her head. She received a brilliant smile from that green eyed god. She loved the fact that he didn't hide those beautiful gems behind those awful glasses anymore. Her heart leapt around in her chest. She hadn't felt like this in years not even when she was dating Bill. She quickly tried to clamp down on her emotions. They were after all still both married to hot headed Weasleys. It did take a lot for Bill to lose his cool but she did know exactly which of his pressure points to press if she needed to torment him. He would have to be home more often instead of gallivanting around the world being a professional grave robber. Fleur really thought about it and she was married to a person who raids the treasures of the dead for a race of greedy little savages.
Fleur left working Gringotts when Victorie started growing in her belly. That was over fifteen years ago. It was the best decision she ever made. The goblins don't truly trust anybody but their fellow brethren. She relished every minute of her time helping her kids grow up. Since all three were now in school or off in the world. Fleur now spent her time working on some new charms . She was tempted to put all of her new research into a book. Her research would be seen as taboo by the horribly repressed English society. She knew it would be labeled as dark magic She thought a woman with a large pair of firm breasts who sported a large hard cock was just as hot as man sporting the same appendage. She was wise to keep all of her research hidden away in a small shed Arthur helped her build the summer after Victorie was born.
She entered Shell Cottage and was surprised to see her husband sitting at the kitchen table. She could smell the night he had before still on him. Cheap firewhiskey and something else she didn't even want to think about. She really wanted to lay into him for not going with her to see their children off. "I saw Harry at Kings Cross and he asked if he and little Lily could stop by in an hour or so. I told him that they were always welcome." She heard Bill mutter something under his breath as he got up from the table. Bill walked out of their house. He apparated away as soon as he crossed the ward line. Fleur sighed as his sudden and nearly silent departure. His work was getting to him. She could tell but he was too proud to let anyone else in to help out. He had moved out of their bed just after Christmas last year. He didn't want to touch her in any way. She wasn't that repulsive was she?
She pulled out her rosewood wand and gave it a grand wave. She cleansed the kitchen of Bill's rather unpleasant odor. Cheap whiskey and even cheaper entertainment were two things she didn't need invading her nostrils any longer. She then banished her robe to the hamper bin upstairs. She was just a few weeks away from turning forty and yet she could easily pass for a woman in her late teens or early twenties. Her large firm breasts pressed up against their silver lacy enclosure. Her breasts matched her large firm rear also clad in silvery lace. She matched everything together with a pair Jimmy Choo high heels. High heels were one of Fleur's guilty pleasures. She didn't flaunt her family's wealth unless somebody was to sneak a peek at her massive shoe collection.
She was proud that she kept a clean house. She even knew about both of her daughters special toys. She really would have to teach her kids better and stronger concealment charms rather than just hiding them under a pillow or in the beside nightstand. She knew her son was very curious. She was surprised that Dominique owned a near perfect copy of a very famous wizard's wand. There were only one or two other people in the entire magical world who could speak about how authentic the toy actually was. By a bit of pure luck she had been blessed with seeing the real thing. She easily slipped into that memory.
It was at Harry's twenty fifth birthday party. He asked Bill and Fleur if they would be willing to host a seaside party. Fleur was honored and humbled that Harry wanted them to host the party. The encounter happened late in the afternoon as the sun was setting on Southwestern England. Harry was out in the Atlantic ocean body surfing. Everyone else had retreated back up to the house. She was lounging out on the beach with her head buried in an obscure book of animation charms. Fleur heard a loud groan coming from the ocean. Fleur put down the tome she had been reading and looked out onto the sea. She leapt to her feet when she saw a bruised and battered Harry on his hands and knees. She didn't notice that Harry wasn't wearing his swim trunks any longer.
She raced down the beach and into the cool waters. She was lucky that she was wearing a magically enhanced bikini otherwise her tits would have popped out. She planted herself down next to Harry. "What happened Harry? Are you okay?"
"I took a wave and underestimated its strength. It chewed me up and spat me out. Trust me Fleur, I've had worse knocks playing against the Weasleys in a pickup game of backyard Quidditch."
"I was hoping that if think you caught sight me in my bikini then you'd lose all of your brain function. The fact that you lost your shorts is a good sign." Fleur fired back with a hint of flirt. She always felt uneasy around Harry but it was a good uneasy. She would equate it to having butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't felt like this in a very long time not since the end of the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She helped Harry to his feet and guiding him back. She caught something out of the corner of her eye. Something rather long was swinging between Harry's legs nestled in a thick forest of mostly black hair . Fleur silently gasped for air. She always had an untested theory that the world's most powerful witches and wizards were also gifted in the department of human anatomy.
She led him back up to the set of beach lounge chairs . She helped him down on to the chair next to hers. She picked up her wand and started working on healing his many cuts and bruises before she conjured up a large fluffy warm towel. She handed the towel to Harry. He graciously accepted it before he wrapped the towel around his athletic body. Fleur lingered in that memory each time she had a bad day or a fight with Bill. Her husband never entered her dreams or fantasies anymore not since that day on the beach. As for Dominique's toy, it was quite a good copy but paled in comparison to the real thing. Ginny Weasley was the luckiest witch in the magical world. Any other wizard gifted with Harry's anatomy would let the world know about it. Her own husband could only match Harry's size with the use of a few borderline illegal enhancement potions. All three of their children were conceived with the help of fertility potions. There was no doubt that she loved her kids dearly. She just wished that she loved their father just as much. In the pit of her stomach and at the back of her mind she knew that wasn't the case any more if she ever did in the first place.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt a two very similar magical signatures grace upon their wards. She quickly grabbed her wand, pointed it at her body and conjured a loose fitting sky blue sundress. She really liked Harry a lot but wasn't going to give him a free look. He would have to earn it. That last thought made her chuckle to herself. A few moments later, there was a knock on the kitchen door. Fleur called out that her guests could come in. The door swung open and instantly Fleur was engulfed by a red rocket.
"Auntie Fleur… I missed you much." Lily looked up with those doe like green eyes. She really was the spitting image of her grandmother.
"Your Auntie Fleur missed you even more." Fleur scooped up the tiny redhead and planted a kiss on Lily's forehead. "If you are hungry, I could whip up a batch of your favorite treat. How could I say no especially on your birthday. You are only ten but once in your life." Little Lily's face lit up with glee. A few weeks ago, the soon to be ten year old wasn't looking forwards to her birthday. Both of her brothers would be leaving for school. Her mother was really busy with her work. She might have been young but she could sense the change in her parents' relationship. Lily would barely call it a friendship. It didn't feel as warm as it did in the past. She saw a light in her father's eyes when they came to Shell Cottage.
"She can have a snack as long as she helps her aunt." Harry chimed in. Lily looked over at her father and smile brightly. He gently pushed his daughter in Fleur's direction before making his way outside. He loved the salty sea air of the Cornish coast. He couldn't find it anywhere else in the world. Harry made his way up to the hill behind Shell Cottage to visit an old friend. He kneeled down at the foot of the familiar grave and just sat in the warm of the sunshine and remembered his friend Dobby. Harry took his time making his way back down to the patio. He sat down on one of the several wooden lounge chairs that overlooked the sea.
Fleur and Lily walked over to the main part of the kitchen . Fleur waved her wand and silently summoned all of the ingredients required to make her famous pan au chocolat. She and Lily worked in a near perfect rhythm. She didn't know who else taught Lily how to bake but they had her thanks. Fleur never used magic in any form of her cooking. Her mother always taught her that if a meal wouldn't taste perfect if you relied on nothing but your magic. The perfect meal was always a labor of love. Within twenty minutes, their delicious creations were ready to baked in the oven. Fleur kept a trained eye on Lily as her young apprentice slid the baking sheet into the preheated oven. Fleur then cast a timer charm for fifteen minutes.
"Lily why don't you go find your father and ask him if you can go for a dip in the water. They will need fifteen to twenty minutes in the oven plus a half hour to cool down. We wouldn't want to burn the insides of our mouths from the very hot chocolate now would we?" Lily shook her head no "Bonne, now go find your father." Fleur smiled as the happy redhead charged off to find her father.
Fleur then retreated to her bedroom. She tore off her conjured dress before unhooking her bra. She knew she could try and deny her feelings for Harry but she couldn't deny the physical response Harry gave her body. Her lacy panties were soaked in her own sticky honey. She slowly pulled off her panties before making her way to the master bathroom. She dashed into the shower and turned on the cold water. The shock of cold water hitting her body also shocked her mind. She'd have to wait for her guests to leave before she indulged in her more carnal desires. After Fleur's version of shock therapy, she summoned her favorite black bikini. She knew that even in the south of England, it doesn't share the same climate as the south of France. She then summoned a very sheer sun dress and slipped it on.
Fleur then walked back to the kitchen. She peeked into the oven and saw those gooey chocolate treats were on their way to being done. She saw Harry and Lily sitting out on two of the lounge chairs. As she walked over to her guests, she summoned some of the flowers from her garden. With a few more waves of her wand, the flowers intertwined with one another and formed into a floral tiara. She applied one last spell to the tiara which permanently froze the tiara in place. She then floated the tiara towards Harry and Lily.
"I wracked my brains about what a soon to be ten year old princess would like for a gift on for her birthday. Then it hit me. A wise woman told me once to always choose something simple and beautiful. I now offer you this simple yet elegant tiara. Each flower came from my garden. Lilies and lavender." Lily was beaming ear to ear as Fleur lowered the tiara onto Lily's head. The young witch had a few tears that sneaked down Lily's cheeks. Lily wasn't the only one who had let a few tears streak down her cheeks. Fleur looked over at Harry who mouthed a big thank you. "Now since it's your birthday and you are our princess, what would you like to do today?"
"I would to go swimming Auntie Fleur but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to go alone. I'm not really sure if I want to go alone either." Lily nervously wrung her hands. It was weird for Fleur to see. Usually her niece was very decisive with almost every decision she made.
"I'm sure your father will gladly join you. I…" She heard her alarm go off from the kitchen. "I will join you two as soon as I take our treats out of the oven. Oh and Harry… I added some ancient privacy charms to the wards." Fleur winked at him before she walked back to the kitchen. Harry climbed up from his seat and stretched himself out. '
"Hey sweetie, are you ready to go for a dip in the ocean?" Harry looked over at his daughter who was already struggling to pull off her summer dress as quick as possible. He chuckled at his daughter's antics. Little Lily tossed her dress onto the chair next to Harry's . She had her emerald green swimsuit on underneath.
"Hold your hippogriffs your royal highness, I am not letting you run around in the bright sun without the use of a sun block charm. You might have my eyes but you have your mother's hair and her fair skin complexion." He drew out his wand and pointed it at Lily. "Sol Obstructionum." A silvery light surrounded his daughter before it was absorbed by her body. She then bolted off down the pathway that led to the beach. He pulled off every bit of his clothes. The warm sun felt good on his sore body.
"How much would it cost me to convince you to stay like that for the rest of the day?" Fleur reappeared back out from the kitchen as her eyes were treated to quite a sight. She was just barely three years older than Harry as opposed to the over seven year difference between her and Bill. She tried to keep it together as he turned towards her. She had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing every Weasley in their true glory and Harry was at least six inches longer than Bill or his father.
"I wouldn't want to give my daughter nightmares about a giant snake swinging from between her father's legs. She is not very fond of them. I can't say I blame her. I still get nervous around them. Secondly, it wouldn't be fair if I was the only to bare all…" Harry was stunned into silence when Fleur snapped her finger and her black bikini disappeared instantly.
"Be careful what you ask for Harry. I did tell you that I added several powerful privacy charms recently." Fleur sauntered over to just next to Harry. "I remember back when I first heard rumors about your special gift. It was back during the tournament. I was about to start jogging early one morning when I saw Angie and Katie making their way down to the black lake dressed in form fitting athletic clothing. There are two witches I still wouldn't kick out of my bed. I asked if I could join them for a workout. I was surprised that they accepted my offer. They were quite hesitant when I first asked. During our run, we delved into some girl talk about your school's boys. This was just after the Yule Ball was announced. I really didn't want to take any one from my own school. The boys were a bunch of royal swine. They mentioned my eventual date Roger Davies as a passable date. Both ladies however held you in very high regard. They both caught mere glimpses of your real wand after qudditch practices and matches while you were showering. They said you always tried to hide it well but even still. You should be happy they kept your secret. I'm glad you've mellowed out as you grew up. You would have never given me quite the show you did back at that birthday party."
That last comment made Harry blush to almost match the same shade of Weasley red. "Had I known then what I know now, I would have found us a secluded spot and impaled myself upon your fleshly spear." Harry tried to respond coherently but all he could manage was a line of sputtering. "Harry, your marriage is as much of a joke as mine is. When I got home from King's Cross, I found Bill either very hung over or still drunk from the night before. He reeked of cheap firewhiskey and god awful cheap perfume. I've heard several rumors that his continued employment at Gringotts is in jeopardy. I'm glad that I handle the family's finances. If I didn't then Bill would have put us into the poor house if he had access to my vault." Fleur suddenly felt weak and her knees started to buckle right before two strong firm hands wrapped around her waist and stabilized the busty beauty.
"Easy Fleur you nearly tumbled." Harry guided her down into one of the lounge chairs. "I'm going to check on Lily. Join us if you feel up to it. I do want to continue our conversation though. " Harry gave her his trademark lopsided grin right before he waved his hand around his lower half and a tight black speedo that barely covered his massive cock. Fleur loved his nearly perfect backside. Her folds started to burn with desire again. Her rosy nipples stood up begging to be pinched. She found her wand, gave it a wave, and summoned a bit of parchment and a self inking quill.
She wrote Harry a short note. She then stood up and left her note on the lounger
Spend as much time with my favorite little redheaded niece.
A fire has been reignited deep within me. I need to retreat back to my bedroom.
I will have taken the chocolate croissants out of the oven.
They should be ready to eat by the time come back up to the house.
Come find me if you dare. I'd never kick you out.
XOXO Love Fleur XOXO
Fleur walked back into the house. She first removed the chocolate croissants from the oven before she quickly made her way to the master bedroom. She waved her wand and summoned a very ornate wooden chest. She placed her hand on a large silver emblem of the Delacour family crest. She felt a small prick on the base of her palm. This chest contained all of her special toys that only Fleur had access to. She heard the several heavy locking mechanisms disengaging before she effortlessly lifted the heavy wooden lid. She picked out a few of her favorites. She laid out her gold nipple and clit clamps, her anal beads and her most favorite vibrating dildo on the bed before casting several cleaning charms on her toys.
Fleur then picked up the three small gold clamps all attached to a solid gold chain. The two upper clamps she then attached to her stiff nipples moaning out as a load of pleasure coursed through her body. Her fingers curled around her not so little nub poking out from her slick folds. In her younger days, Fleur was almost militant in how she kept her bush trimmed. Now as she was just on the cusp of forty, she let her silvery blonde bush grow nice and thick. She hoped that Harry preferred a natural lady. Her big bush scared away her husband. The fingers of her left hand parted her bush and her slick lips while her right hand slipped the last clip around her hard nub. She nearly shouted Harry's name at the top of her lungs when she felt that perfect amount of pressure on her clit.
Fleur flopped down onto her very comfortable bed. Her clamps worked their magic as she enchanted them to vibrate in several different patterns. Beads of sweat started to form at her hairline. She planted her upper body as she arched her hips upwards. Her clit was on fire. Her senses were heighted due to her nature and being really stimulated. Fleur heard the door to the kitchen open and closed followed by footsteps leading up to the master bedroom. A few moments later, Fleur focused in on her scent of smell. It smelled like Harry but there was a note that she couldn't place her finger on.
The bedroom door flew open right before Fleur heard a wail from her niece. "AUNTIE FLEUR!" The giggling little redhead stopped in her tracks when she saw her very naked aunt wearing very expensive jewelry. Fleur tried her best to dive underneath the bedding she was laying on top of but ended up launching both her dildo and her anal beads into the air. The dildo landed at Lily's feet. The curious redhead leaned over and picked up the large purple toy. She pressed one of the buttons and nearly dropped it when she felt the powerful vibrations. This peculiar item puzzled Lily. She thought that her aunt would have been too old to play with toys. The toy flew out of her hand and back into the hand of its rightful owner.
Fleur emerged from underneath her bed covers clothed in a baby blue babydoll robe. "Lily, my sweet dear yet precocious niece. I hope your father didn't put you up to bounding into my room without knocking first. I suppose it's partially my fault for not locking and securing my sleeping sanctuary. I would be happy to explain to everything you just witnessed but I am not sure you're old enough yet. Could you be a dear and go find your father and ask him to come see me." Lily quickly nodded her head and took off back the way she came. Fleur waved her wand and her anal beads found their way back up on to the bed.
Harry the emerald eyed god didn't exactly run into her bedroom but he also wasn't slow in his arrival. The tip of his sheathed cock was poking out from the bottom of his tight swimsuit. Fleur unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of his protruding cock. "Harry… I won't have you standing there when I am lounging here very comfortably on my bed. I think it's time we continue our conversation. I simply will not have it with you not sitting next to me." Fleur slid over to her right and then patted the empty space she once occupied. She got a sneaky idea as her fingers curled around her wand. She send out a banishment charm so subtle that if it were anyone than Harry, they wouldn't notice their speedo disappearing. Harry though took it in stride as he walked over to the bed. His large cock swaying back and forth. Fleur licked her lips slowly making sure they were soft and slick.
Harry climbed up on to the high bed and slid his scarred yet still chiseled body next to the busty silvery blonde. Fleur pulled off her baby doll robe and tossed it aside before she snuggled up into Harry's embrace. Both relaxed as every fiber of tension left Harry and Fleur while Harry ran his hand through her perfect hair. "This is how I imagined my husband would be. Caring, loving, and attentive these are traits I wish Bill had. Instead I endure apathy, lust and impotency. I am trapped in a loveless marriage by the only saving grace is that my children do not share any part of their father."
Harry remained silent continuing to run his hand through her hair. "Harry, how long have you known that my children are not Bill's?"
"Before I answer yours… I'll counter your question with one of my own. When were you going to tell me about your children or should I say our children. I made quite a discovery when came across a very special room in Grimmauld Place while I was renovating the entire house nearly ten years ago. It was the only room I could not remodel. It's where the Black Family Tree tapestry is stored. I still try to keep the fact that I am the head of the Black Family a secret. Only those who have black blood running through their veins could access the family house let alone the tapestry room. Anyways, I found my name and a name I didn't expect to see. Victorie Delacour-Potter-Black. I know I would have remembered be with you." Harry was done playing with Fleur's hair. His hands craved bigger rewards. He lovingly caressed one of her ample breasts as she shuddered at his soft warmth.
"We tried several normal modes to achieve conception. Bill refused to visit with my healer who dealt with couples who struggled with infertility. I secretly believe that Bill was sterile. She gave me a perfect bill of health for achieving conception. I did a bit of digging around the Burrow and found out that there is a curse upon the family. It affects the first born of each generation. It was placed on the family by one of your ancestors Thomas Potter who was well within his right to do so after an unnamed Prewitt male who had violated a betrothal to Iris Greengrass in a most heinous matter. It's the one curse Bill cannot break. I only found that out because I stumbled across the Prewitt family history." Fleur turned her head towards Harry and kissed his cheek. She pulled off her clamps and let Harry latch his lips upon her hard swollen nipple. The heat from his mouth soothed away the pain of her swollen bud.
"The fire of the Veela inside of me was calling out for me to conceive. There was nothing I could do but to give into the blood. It was starting to torment me. My healer recommended a controversial potion treatment. She had just developed it and she was quietly testing it. She told me that the potion only worked on me and one other witch. She was baffled when I became pregnant. She was sure her potion failed because one of her other patients was another veela."
"I know you have crossed paths with my healer before Harry. One of the secrets we veela do not tell people is that we can sense traces of every past lover of our partner and most people if we really wanted to really focus. You Harry have a very short list. I am presently surprised. We are in the same boat Harry as we drift in this turbulent sea."
"Padma must have saved a bit of my semen. She was covering a shift at St. Mungo's when my partner brought me in after a failed attempt to stop a deplorable human trafficking ring. She was my attending healer when I was brought in to the emergency department. Ginny and I had been at each others' throats for a few weeks before that mission. Padma went above and beyond in her care. If she didn't specialize in obstetrics and gynecology, I would hire to be my personal healer. The day I earned my release from the hospital, I did not want to go home. Padma offered to take me out for a proper meal. Hospital food isn't known for its flavor. We found this wonder little hole in the wall curry place just down the street from the hospital. We had a nice time together that day. I was under her strict instruction no to use any form of magical travel so I hailed a cab and we took a ride over to Grimmauld Place."
"Isn't it against the healer's code of ethics?" Fleur was successful in holding back a snort.
"At the time of our impromptu date, I was her former patient. While I was at St. Mungo's under her care, Padma was the perfect model for professionalism. She escorted me up the stairs and to the door of Grimmauld. I thanked her for the wonderful afternoon. I was about to walk inside when I barely heard her say 'It doesn't have to end if you want to invite me in.' I turned around and saw Padma nervously twirling a loose strand of her normally immaculate long raven locks. I didn't know it at the time and you could have probably warned me about her but she successfully seduced me. I did forget that she almost had her mastery in potions before we graduated school. We made a huge mess in one of the guest bedrooms. I didn't think much of it at the time but she made me cum all over her breasts. She might have collected that sample in a phial to use later on. I cannot say for certain. I would think that if she used my sperm as a potion ingredient in some form of rare fertility potion. That's the only other way I could be the father of your kids."
Fleur waved her wand and summoned a picture frame with a photo of Victoire, Dominique, and Louis posing together all three wearing smiles. She then pointed her wand at the photo and muttered. "Révèle Moi" Harry instantly noticed that each of Fleur's kids eye color changed from a mixture of blue and brown to all three kids had his green eyes. Fleur looked up at Harry and saw silent tears running down his face. Fleur rolled her body over before she climbed onto Harry. She hugged him before kissing him. Fleur nestled her head just below Harry's head. She could feel his regret. The one thing Harry wanted more than anything in the world was a large happy family. "Harry would you…" Fleur felt the ward for the floo activate. She quickly rolled off of Harry. "Harry… only Bill or I have access to the Floo and I am with you."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He hopped up off the bed and ducked into the master bathroom right before the master bedroom door flew open. Bill stumbled in with an empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Fleur had ducked under the covers before the door flew open. She had banished all of her toys back to her special trunk. Her trunk locked itself down. "Well Bill… is there a reason why you have interrupted my personal time." Her accent only came out when she was annoyed or angry. Bill didn't say anything instead he pulled off his clothes. He didn't even have the common decency to get his small cock hard and ready. She could also smell the stench coming off him from across the room.
"If you think you are going to join me in bed then you better scrub yourself clean. No cheating by using magic Mister." Fleur raised her voice just loud enough so that she hoped Harry heard her. Luckily for her, Bill wasn't as fast as he used to be and he wasn't sober which added to his sluggishness. Fleur fired a contraception charm at her womb. She wasn't taking any chances curse or no curse. The only one she would ever want to knock her up again would be Harry. A few moments after Bill retreated to the bathroom, a bright ethereal stag entered the bedroom. Twas so bright Fleur had to shield her eyes.
"Slipped out the bathroom window. I didn't want to leave but I think it's prudent if you are going to put up with Bill. Come to Grimmauld or the Potter Cottage, you are still welcomed at either. Lily and I would love to have you over for dinner. Wear something that will catch my eye." Fleur nearly cackled like a banshee when she heard Harry's last line. She had just the thing but it wasn't for anybody but Harry's eyes. Fleur heard the shower running. There was one charm that she couldn't master and that was the Patronus charm. She knew the every aspect of the theory that was ever written down about the spell but the best she was able to produce was a non corporeal shield. She thought of what could be with Harry as her body filled with warmth and whispered Expecto Patronum. A bright ethereal blue magical bird flew out from her wand. She was star struck for a few moments.
"Find Harry Potter and tell him I will meet him at Potter Cottage after he puts Lily to bed. I don't want to be interrupted this time." The bird nodded its acceptance of her request before flying out the open bedroom window.
She mentally prepared herself for what would be a rather unpleasant encounter with her husband. Just as she completed that last thought, Bill returned from the bathroom. He was naked and sported quite the spare tire which put cast a shadow over his unkempt mane of graying pubic hair. Fleur shivered slightly. He wasn't hard. She was going to have to either stroke him to life or worse. She would have outright refused to if she had taken normal wedding vows. Her mother in law was quite the stickler for old traditions that made her little more than property of her husband.
Bill half stumbled half walked over to the bed. He climbed onto the bed and then on top of her. He didn't utter a word. He expected her to get him hard. She silently acquiesced as she slipped her hand down her body and up to his groin. She only needed two fingers as she wrapped them around his dick. She gave him a little credit because he was a grower. Eventually she added one more finger and wrapped it around his erect shaft. She looked up into his yellow eyes and nods that she completed her task. She then angled her lower half to make it easier for Bill to slide in. Bill didn't waste any time as he roughly shoved his dick inside her folds. She was glad her love and lust for Harry kept her folds nice and slick for her husband's brutal entrance. She was glad Bill never had much stamina before he was mauled by Fenrir Greyback. After Greyback's death, Bill's wolfish side was nearly nonexistent but it did leave quite a mark on his psyche and those sickening yellow eyes.
Fleur knew she didn't need to do anything at all. This was all about what Bill needed. He needed a sleeve for his dick and to help him relieve a lot of stress. She was hoping that he didn't pick up on Harry's scent. Hopefully all of the booze would have dulled all of his senses. Once Fleur heard his grunting like barks, she knew it was almost over. Bill drove his last thrust down and into Fleur before he came inside her. It seemed to be the last straw for Bill. He collapsed on top his wife and pinned her to the bed. She was glad she still had her wand near her. She lifted an unconscious Bill a few inches up and off of her body. She rolled out from under him before she lowered him back down.
Fleur left her unconscious husband and left the bedroom. She didn't feel like wearing any clothing. She didn't want any of her husband's taint to transfer onto her wonderful robes. She even warded her closet and armoire against his entry. She knew about his panty fetish and collection. Bill had quite a collection of used panties from former lovers which were covered in the revolting stench of fear. She had first found out about it while they were first dating. Her first night at his apartment just off of Diagon Alley. He was showering and she was just exploring his all too bachelor bedroom. Her nose caught an aroma of many other women.
After their first time together, Bill had fell asleep just after he rolled off of her. She wanted to know where those peculiar smells were coming from. She found it in the back of his closet with not a bit of magic used in protecting the box. She walked out of the bedroom into the small kitchenette where she placed the box on the small table. She opened the box and her nasal passages were bombarded with different aromas. He had the complete Hogwarts set but only one from Slytherin. That wasn't surprising what was more surprising was what she found at the bottom of the box. One rather large plain white panty and what looked like a panty from that of young girl. Both panties were nearly identical in aroma and both she had come across very recently. There were really only two reasons she could think of for him having these sick trophies. One was that he was just a panty thief feeding a fetish. The other was far more disturbing that Bill had actually had sex with both his mother and baby sister. The only set of panties that smelled normal was a large set belonging to Molly Weasley.
This disturbing realization actually explained a lot of hostility she faced from both Ginny and Molly. Sure on the surface, they didn't like the fact that she was French or that she was a veela. Just below the surface though lied a deep pool of pure jealousy. Fleur shook herself from her memories when a cool breeze wafted over her exposed body. She actually found out that answer to how Bill had collected his sister's underwear. It was just before Christmas back in 1998. Ginny and her parents had just arrived from London by floo after picking her up from King's Cross. Bill was in the kitchen while she was reading the Daily Prophet in the living room. She had read most of the paper but was using it as a cover. She caught a knowing glare from Bill as he mouthed I'll find you later back to his sister. Ginny shivered. That entire exchange happened in less than five seconds but Fleur caught it.
Fleur walked into the kitchen grabbed her favorite wine glass and a bottle of her family's own wine. She always preferred a dry red from Bordeaux. The sun was starting to set. Relaxing with wine and a gorgeous sunset helped Fleur on most days at least during the summer. She once again slipped back into her thoughts about Bill and Ginny's strange incestuous relationship. It was during the night of Ginny's return to the Burrow that she felt movement from Bill's side of the small bed. He quickly and quietly dressed before escaping their bedroom. Fleur waited a moment or so before slipping out of the bed and donned a simple robe. She then armed herself with warming charms and a disillusion charm before she silenced her footsteps. She expected to see Bill and his sister inside her bedroom but Ginny's bedroom was empty. The house was silence. Neither Bill or Ginny were that stupid to copulate underneath their parent's roof. Their mother would have found out. If they were really serious about it, they would get a cheap room somewhere far away from the Burrow.
As soon as she stepped outside, all Fleur had to do was to follow her nose. Her next stop was broom shed which used to be an outhouse. Fleur was pretty sure Ginny wouldn't want to have sex in a former toilet. She heard a female moan coming from the area the large pond near the ward line of the property. She was surprised at what she saw. There was a bed floating on the water where Fleur saw two lovers intertwined. She saw the passion that was missing from their marriage. She could tell Ginny already had one orgasm and was working on another while bill was still going strong. It has been about fifteen minutes since Bill had left their bed. If it weren't for the fact that they were brother and sister, Bill and Ginny looked like a very compatible very in love couple caught up in the throes of passion. Fleur deeply missed that until Ginny shouted out loud, "Put a fucking baby in me Bill." Fleur would also never forget the white milky eyes Ginny had. There was some form of magic involved she was sure of that.
After hearing that Fleur turned around and left. That also brought her back out her thoughts. She looked over at the bottle of wine. It was half empty. She quickly resealed the bottle and headed back into the house. She was slightly annoyed with herself for missing the sunset. She returned the bottle to the wine rack. She then effortlessly walked back to her bedroom and into the bathroom. She wanted to wash away the taint of her husband. She dialed up the temperature of the shower. The heat relaxed most of her muscles but probably could wash away some of the bruising Bill always left after they had sex. She always keep a jar of bruise balm in her nightstand. Fleur stayed in the hot shower for over an hour. Her skin was almost bright red from all of the scrubbing she inflicted on herself.
Fleur finally left the bathroom and applied the bruise balm to her inner thighs and her folds. Its active magical properties healed her skin and her bruises. She ran through several yoga positions that stretched out her lower half. She knew that she had her work cut out if she wanted to accommodate Harry's sizeable length and girth. Her veela heritage allowed her to forgo caking her entire face with makeup but she couldn't say no to her two favorite tubes. Choosing between the two shades however was quite a daunting task. She decided on the shade that matched her blue eyes.
It was still warm even after the sunset on the first night of September. Fleur really didn't want to wear anything else. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was just after eight in the evening. She had already went through her closet twice and she still had no idea on what she wanted to wear. She decided on going just as she was right now. She walked outside but a breeze stopped her in her tracks. Her wand was out but instead of casting warming charms, she summoned her white cashmere scarf. She wrapped the long scarf around her curvy body. Her next wave of her wand activated Shell Cottage's security ward system.
Fleur spun around on her heel, focused on her magic and thought of Potter Cottage. She instantly reappeared just outside the ocean side bungalow. Harry's family had an island getaway that still was associated with Great Britain. She landed on the island of St. Agnes which was part of the Scilly Isles. It was just over fifty miles from her home which didn't tax her magic when she apperated. She felt the many wards that surrounded the large bungalow. Harry hated staying at Potter Manor. It was just too big for his tastes. Ginny decided to stay at the family manor and didn't even bat an eyelash when Harry and the kids moved out. What Fleur knew that Ginny didn't was that Harry being Lord Potter had the final say when it came to ordering the house elves. He secretly told the elves to keep a record of who visited the grounds. There was a recording ward that linked to a book in the Lord's office which Ginny had the privilege of making changes. Harry set up this back up elf monitoring system when he discovered that the official log had been altered.
Fleur knew that the marriage between Harry and Ginny had all but dissolved except in the legal sense. Fleur lost count of how many men Ginny had shared a bed with. She knew that Harry deserved better. It was a shame that the mother of his kids got sick and died. She would have been a far better match the Weasely Wench. That was a dream that couldn't be brought to life. Fleur then stepped inside the ward line, the wards greeted her with the feeling of a warm hug. She didn't need her scarf but she wouldn't ever banish cashmere. She walked up to the path to the front door. Fleur gently knocked on the door. The door swung open but Harry wasn't behind the door. She was greeted by Lynk one of the family house elves.
"Master Harry did mention you would be stopping by Miss Fleur. He asked that you wait for him out on the back veranda. Little Miss Lily can't seem to fall asleep. Master will join you as soon as he can. Do you require anything from Lynk or any of the other elves Miss?" All of the Potter elves had uniforms that were fashioned to look like Quidditch jerseys. Each elf had their name on the back of their uniform. Fleur thought that was a genius idea. They looked so cute.
"No Lynk… I do not require anything from you or your teammates. I will wait for Harry out on the rear veranda. Thank you for your service. I'd say you could retire for the night but I am not your mistress." She wished she could be one day.
"Yes… you are very kindhearted Miss Fleur. Maybe the winds of change will blow this way." Lynk bowed at Fleur before he disappeared. Fleur then walked inside and closed the heavy door behind her. The inside screamed Harry. It was perfect. She always loved coming here. There was no other word she could better describe it than it felt like home. Even more than her family home back in France, which was in fact a castle with an actual moat and drawbridge. That was just far too decadent for Fleur's taste. She made her way out from the foyer back to the kitchen and through the double French doors. The veranda had a built in pergola which the elves meticulously cared for the vines of ivy along with all of the large flower planters. The floral smell was better than any perfume in the world.
Fleur turned her head down the stone veranda where Harry had built a natural spring that doubled as a large hot tub. She then spotted two floating champagne flutes with a bottle chilling in a built in holder. Fleur was tempted to sprint over to the hot tub but she was after all a lady and had a modicum of patience. She left her scarf on the table nearby before she sat down on the side of the stone side of the tub. She dipped her legs into the very warm water. Fleur had spent over an hour in the shower. She wasn't necessarily looking to waste more time in hot water even if it was with Harry and champagne. She summoned one of the glasses without using her wand and placed it down on the side of tub. Fleur grabbed the bottle and shot the cork off over the veranda's stone balustrade. With the bottle in one hand and a flute in the other, she poured herself a full glass of bubbly.
Before she fully submerged herself in the hot tub, Fleur activated the roaring bubble feature. The bubbles felt amazing over her tired body. She smiled when she saw the tops of her large heavy breasts floating on the surface. Her eyes felt heavy as the hot water massaged her all over. Her eyes closed and her head landed gently against the headrest. Fleur's eyes flew open when she felt the surface broken. Her smile doubled in size when she saw Harry with a glass of champagne in his hand. She was slightly miffed that Harry didn't sit next to her so she stood up, made the short trip across the bubbling cauldron, and sat down right in Harry's lap.
"Did you think that you could slip into your own hot tub and not announce your arrival. It is considered extremely rude and quite the faux pas in certain circles. I think I can forgive you this time only because your brought me my favorite party favor." Fleur wiggled her large rear against Harry's soft member. Harry didn't like being talked down to even if it was from Fleur. He roughly wrapped him hands around her hips before he latched his lips on to her long slim neck. Fleur gasped at Harry's sudden assertion. She secretly loved when her man took charge. Bill never did have the balls for they were firmly back with his family.
Fleur backed away from Harry for a second. She wanted to see that emerald fire in his eyes. Sure he could give her untold amounts of physical pleasure but that would be nothing without their emotional connection. Harry was always there for her. His floo, his arms and his heart was always open when Bill was away raiding some poor soul's tomb. "Harry, as much as I want you to have your wicked way with me under the stars, I would prefer your bed but I really just want…" In a flash of intense white light, Fleur and Harry reappeared with Fleur on top of Harry in the master bedroom. She was surprised that she went from in a hot tub a second ago to being almost dry in the master bed. "That was no ordinary apparation Harry. How is that possible? I swear I will leave if you tell me that lame joke and say it's magic."
"I can only tell you if you become my wife. I found that arcane mode of transportation in a book buried written by one of my ancestors buried in the back of my family's vault. It can only be read by Potters by blood or marriage. I'll just say that it would be considered quite taboo today. Some of those spells I can agree with." Harry slipped her that smile of his that always melted her heart.
"I wouldn't marry you just to gain ancient knowledge, You'd be the husband of the minister of magic if she found out that your family was hoarding knowledge. I'd only want to be your wife because you are an incredible father to your children and your wife …" A few small silvers feathers appeared on her cheeks as she thought about Ginny.
"Your feathers are showing. Do you know how sexy you look right now?" Harry wrapped his hand around his thick hard cock and pushed it between Fleur's thick healthy thighs. Fleur moaned when she felt his cock push through her thighs. He wanted to rub his thick shaft against her slick lips. His other hand grabbed one of ample breasts which couldn't all fit into his palm. Her slick folds added a little bit of lube to his shaft. Harry angled his cock and pressed his fat tip up against her lips.
"I want you to fill me up with your seed and put another baby inside of me Harry. I want to be free of Bill and I know you want to be free of Ginny. Can you just hold me tonight Harry?" As if he had magical control over his cock, said object deflated and slipped from between her legs. Harry then rotated them both to the side before he pulled her in close. She wiggled her bum up against him as she pulled the sheets up over them. It was warm during the daytime but it cooled down quickly once the sun set. It didn't take long for Fleur or Harry to fall asleep.