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Fluffy Flowerpots 3 : Snuggles over Snuffles

Harry and Fleur's room

Hogwarts

"Fleur, this is Snuffles, also known as Sirius Black, the 'mass murderer', or as he likes to be called, Padfoot. He's also my godfather and is as much of a mutt as his form suggests. " introduced Harry.

The large black dog woofed balefully at Harry's description, then trotted over to Fleur and began to, of all things, try and hump her. Of course, he didn't get far, both Fleur's and Harry's wands had glowing red stunners ready to blast him for his audacity. Fleur because of being humped, Harry because of his godfather's brazen attitude with his girl.

Conjuring a whip, Harry cracked it menacingly against his thigh. Whining in faux protest, Sirius separated from Fleur, his tail between his legs. After backing away from Fleur, Sirius transformed back into human form, the dog features melding into human… flesh. Standing in naught but his birthday suit, in front of his godson and his hot french girlfriend...nude.

Before Sirius had transformed, Harry had already turned Fleur away in case his godfather tried anything funny again.

Good thing he did, for neither Fleur nor Harry, had known that Sirius would turn back starkers. Seems like years in Azkaban didn't do wonders for maintaining self-control. A scandalized blush covering her alabaster cheeks, Fleur fired off a mild bludgeoner at Sirius, after turning around. Right at his nuts.

Ouch, thought Harry, wincing at the painful impact. My girlfriend is really scary sometimes.

Gasping for air on the floor, Sirius rolled haplessly around with his hands covering his groin, before Harry conjured a large robe on him, making it extra thick for good measure. As much as he didn't like Sirius' jokes towards Fleur, another nut-cracker would be rather harsh on Sirius, so Harry spared him from anymore nasty hexes.

"Jeez Harry, your bird there is feisty !" whined Sirius. "Where'd you find her from"

"Pardonne moi, monsieur Black, but I am ze one who picked this leetle boy up, '' interjected Fleur. Turning her nose up at the mangy man-child she had incapacitated. The introduction having been completed, and… unnecessary pleasantries exchanged, they showed Sirius to his room in the apartment. After he had sworn not to ever hump a woman without warning or be crass in front of Fleur.

Both of them repressing giggles at Sirius' plight, Fleur conjured up a leash and crouched down to Sirius, looking at him expectantly. Confused at her silent stare, Sirius looked to Harry for help on interpreting Fleur. Shrugging at Sirius, Harry could no longer hold in his laughter when Sirius started panicking at Fleur's continued silence, whipping back and forth to look at both of them with a terrified look. Soon, both of them were gasping for air at the sheer terror on Sirius's face. Sirius, who was still backed up against a wall, became more and more confused at the rapid turn of events.

First, they rescue me, then the chick blasts me, stares at me with that look, and now their both going mad. What the heck am I supposed to feel now! , thought Sirius, somehow more afraid of them than of the dementors in Azkaban.

"Oh, that was hilarious. Good one mon chou.", wheezed Harry, nearly delirious from the lack of air. " Alright you mutt, we've had our fun. Follow me, I'll show you your new living quarters."

Leading Sirius out of their room, the couple walked him to the room next door, which was fully furnished with fresh food cooked by the elves and was fully equipped with toiletries hand-picked by Fleur. Naturally, everything was french-themed. The couches and seats were all of french make and design, while the food was purely French cuisine. As Fleur liked to say, " Oo uses pumpkin to make a beverage. You Eenglish don't know what real drinks are. Zis wine is far superior to your sugary beverage." Harry, being the dutiful and intelligent boyfriend, naturally nodded along with the right sounds of agreement periodically during one of her rants on the English's inferiority. Bar him, she held no great love for anything English and was not afraid to show it. Now a dislike of dogs was added to her "not going to touch with a mile-long pole" list.

After affirming that Sirius had things in hand, Fleur dragged Harry to their room, citing the castle being cold, drafty and her cuddle time being due as her "legitimate" reasons. But who was he to complain ? Turning down her thinly veiled offer for a nice and warm cuddle would be tantamount to the greatest sin one could commit. More than willing to go along with the charade, he followed her back to their room and closed the door behind him.

5 minutes later

Fleur and Harry's room

Burying her face in the crook of Harry's neck, Fleur curled up onto her warm seat, content in her lover's strong arms. Chuckling to himself at Fleur's catlike behavior, he lifted a hand and began to slowly massage her scalp. True to character, she began to purr in pleasure at the sensation, slowly squirming to let him get a better angle.

"Down Fleur. Down," instructed Harry, the impromptu lap dance having awoken a part of him.

Clutching him together, she sniffed as regally as she could manage and gave a haughty "Non", burying herself further in and refusing to make eye contact with Harry. Removing his hands from her silky hair, his hands started drifting down to other areas of her body. Tracing circles down her neck, ghosting down her bare arms, then painfully, slowly, dragged his hand down her sides. As ticklish as she was, Fleur refused to give in to Harry's ministrations and apologize.

After every prolonged second of the ticklish torture, her resistance crumbled bit by bit, second my second. Her breaths came in short, huffy pants. Her whole body began to tense at the effort of holding in her laughter. Harry, obviously enjoying the power he held over his flower, decided to up the ante. Whispering in her ear, he gave her an ultimatum, " Just give in, mon cheri, you can't win this battle."

In one smooth motion, Fleur rolled off Harry's lap onto the plush bed, gave him a wink, and pulled him down to the bed. Pinning him with her long legs straddling his waist, she bent down to his ear and whispered back breathily, " Je ne pense pas, mon amour~."

Playfully swatting at Fleur, he grinned and allowed her to use him as her pillow. Not to do so would be nothing short of criminal after all . As they lay together on the bed, Harry broke the amicable silence. "Mon ange…." , caressing Fleur's cheek as he did so, " bonne année."

Pecking him back on the lips, Fleur lay back down on his shoulder, and the couple gradually drifted off to sleep, snug in their cuddle.

A.N: And that's another chapter done. Gotta admit the snuffles and snuggles was one of the most random ideas i've ever had but hey, hope it works.

As usual, please review, and leave ideas in reviews on suggestions for future chapters, thanks a lot. Merci beaucoup :P