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Chapter 45
July 10th, 1995
Harry nervously played with the Peverell ring on his finger. He had cast a couple of charms on it and could now make it invisible for anyone but him, at any point in time. It had been very useful during a surprise visit of Dumbledore at Grimmauld Place. The was no reason to let the Headmaster know that he found the second Hallow.
It was not like one could easily recognize it anyways. To most people, it would simply look like a thick golden ring with a large black gemstone, but if you got close enough, you could see the carvings of the Hallows.
Harry let go of the ring, straightened up, and took a deep breath. He stood at the international Portkey terminal in the British Ministry of Magic. In a few minutes, he would take his Portkey to France, Paris.
"You okay, Pub? Excited to see your girlfriend?" Sirius asked him. His godfather had accompanied him to the ministry today. It had been very difficult to get a Portkey approved in the first place. For days, the ministry had argued that due to an ongoing investigation against Harry, he was not allowed to leave the country.
Of course, it had simply been an attempt at making his life more difficult and taking any privilege from him he still had. To be fair, he was glad to leave Britain for a while. Rita Skeeter seemed to have turned against him and any articles over the last few days had been more than critical.
The bashing against him was nothing compared to what Dumbledore endured, though. The headmaster had been spreading the news of Voldemort's return for over two weeks now and the ministry was doing anything possible to silence him.
He was no longer the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and his position as the Supreme Mugwump was endangered, too. At least they could not kick him off the Choco-Frogs Cards. That was a private company, after all.
"I am excited to see her again, Sirius... Even if it has only been a few days." Harry replied.
Sirius nodded thoughtfully: "It will be fine, Harry. Enjoy your time in France and make sure to be polite and respectful to her family."
"Did a Marauder just give me advise on politeness?" Harry chuckled.
Sirius barked his trademark laughter: "Well, she seems like a good girl for you, Pub. It'd be a shame if you couldn't get along with her family."
Harry gulped. He stood on significantly better footing with her parents, especially her father, now than he did almost two years ago. But did they actually approve of their daughter dating someone almost three years younger? Let alone someone as dangerous as him?
Before he could ponder that question, the small cup that was his Portkey glowed a faint gold. Harry gave on the last nod to Sirius and reached for it. Then, he vanished in a whirlwind of colors.
After being squeezed through a tight tub, Harry did his best to land as elegantly as possible. He barely stumbled when he finally touched solid ground. However, that hardly mattered as he was tackled and almost thrown to the ground a second later.
Something slammed into his chest and the next thing he knew was that his vision was blocked by a mane of silvery blond hair and his nostrils filled with the, to him, sweetest scent in the world.
"Harry!" Fleur Delacour sighed, as she pulled him even tighter into her hug and pressed herself impossibly close against him.
"I've missed you so much," Harry whispered and returned the hug. Her soft warm body was so close to him, that he could almost make out her steady quick heartbeat. Fleur pulled her head back a couple of inches to look up at him with beaming large dark blue eyes and slightly pink cheeks. Harry instinctively cupped her beautiful face with one hand and kissed her softly on the lips.
She seemed slightly surprised by his bold move but returned the kiss after a second. It was only when someone cleared his throat a few meters away that the couple broke apart, both blushing furiously.
Monsieur Delacour seemed a mixture between amused and annoyed at their very affectioned reunion. Perhaps because it was in a very public place, which he also worked at every week. The man wore dark red formal robes, which looked very befitting for his station.
"Monsieur Potter, welcome to France. I hope it's understandable that my greeting will be a bit less... enthusiastic." The man greeted him with a stern look.
"Thank you, Monsiour Delacour. I appreciate your hospitality." Harry replied and shook the man's hand after Fleur had given him enough room.
"Well, how about a very brief tour of the French Ministry? Fleur already knows her way around, but I am sure you might find it interesting." Sebastian offered.
"That would be most fascinating, Monsieur," Harry replied in earnest and allowed the man to guide them out of the Portkey terminal and into the beautifully decorated atrium that he had seen during his first visit, at the Under 14 Championship, two years ago.
Holding Fleur's hand, Harry could finally take a look at her. The blonde girl wore a light blue summer dress that still highlighted her figure and ended a few inches above her knees, showing off her long, toned legs. Her hair was worn open and she smiled lovingly up at Harry.
The Delacour patriarch seems to be very respected within the French ministry. Whenever they met someone, the person always greeted politely and usually gave a small bow. The ministry employees also did their very best not to stare at Fleur. Harry could tell that most tried to force themselves not even to look in her general direction. Sebastian showed them around the French DMLE and his office, before briefly explaining some other departments.
"Down that corridor behind some very strong wards is the French equivalent of what you call the Department of Mysteries. Fleur had once applied for a summer internship, but unfortunately, the Unspeakables are very secretive when it comes to their study of secret magic, time, prophecies, and all that mystery stuff."
Harry was not sure he heard correctly: "Prophecies, Monsieur?"
"Yes, Monsieur Potter. Any prophecy that has ever been made in France is recorded and stored there. Most are utterly useless, of course... But occasionally one does reveal something interesting. Your British department does the very same." Sebastian explained.
Harry exchanged a brief look with Fleur, who had caught on to what was going on. He had told her about the full prophecy after the last task when he had been taken. Luckily, Sebastian did not notice their silent exchange. 15 minutes later the trio arrived back in the atrium and walked over to the Floo-Network.
"Fleur and I will go first. Allow us a minute to prepare the wards for you. Then you shall follow us."
Harry nodded his understanding and gave Fleur hands a soft last squeeze as she stepped into the flames and called out clearly:
"Delacour Mansion!"
A minute later, Harry followed and stepped out of a large fireplace right to a well-decorated room. He experienced the slightly uncomfortable feeling of the wards rushing over him once and approving his presence within them.
Harry looked around and saw the Delacours waiting for him to step out of the fireplace. Sebastian and Fleur had joined Madam Delacour, who was holding Gabrielle's hand. The little Veela was beaming and her mother was probably holding her back from throwing herself around Harry's waist.
Appoline Delacour wore long dark blue robes while Gabrielle seems to have copied her sister's style. The entire family looked at him expectantly.
Harry gulped... he better not mess up now. Since he had already greeted Monsieur Delacour, he walked over to Madam Delacour and gave her a small, polite bow.
"Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Madam," Harry said politely after giving her a small kiss on the back of the hand she held out for him.
Next, he moved over to Gabrielle and repeated his action: "At your service, Mademoiselle." Harry shot her wink as the girl blushed furiously.
He took a couple of steps back to address the entire family:
"Allow me to present a small token of appreciation for the hospitality you show me," Harry says as he pulled a small bag from within his robes. He pulled out the first item and enlarged it to its original size. He presented the book to Monsieur Delacour:
"This is a compilation of the history of Europe's most famous Aurors. I was hoping you might find it an interesting read." Sebastian gave Harry an appreciative nod and accepted the gift.
For Appoline, Harry had bought another book, called La Noblesse, which was the compiled work from multiple authors on the French muggle and wizarding noble society. Fleur had told him that she was very interested in the history of French nobles. By the beam in the woman's eyes, Harry assumed that he found an appropriate gift.
Gabby was leaning from side to side, she couldn't wait for her turn. Harry pulled out a large package of Honeydukes' finest chocolate and handed it to the overly enthusiastic girl. He saw Fleur shooting her sister an envious look out of the corner of his eye.
Finally, it was time to give Fleur her gift. Harry pulled out a single magical picture frame and handed it to Fleur. At the girls confused expression, Harry grinned:
"Tap it with the tip of your wand."
Fleur pulled her wand out from somewhere within her tight dress... Harry had absolutely no idea from where exactly. The Veela gave the frame a light tip, with a most curious look on her face.
Now, the frame was no longer empty... A single magical photo, which captured a few seconds, got clearer and clearer. Harry saw Fleur's eyes widen:
The picture captured perhaps five seconds of Harry and Fleur at the Yule Ball, both beaming at one another and dancing in each other's arms. Harry was twirling Fleur around herself once and caught her steadily in his arms right after.
"Tap it again," Harry whispered.
Fleur did so and the scene changed. Now, it was Fleur resting in Harry's lap, as the couple sat on a giant boulder next to the Black Lake. It had been on their second to last day at Hogwarts. They had gone on a small picnic and enjoyed the last strays of warm sunlight with a beautiful view of the lake and scenery behind it.
Fleur's eyes and even her mother's had become glassy by now.
"One more time," Harry whispered.
The scene changed again. Now it was Harry and Fleur stomping through the snow at one of their dates in Hogsmeade, with a very exciting Fleur pulling Harry towards a store that could only be the Honeydukes. Again the picture captured about five seconds.
Fleur's entire family was looking from the picture frame up to Fleur's face now. Harry gulped. Did she not like it? Sure it's not the fanciest gift... Colin Creevey from Gryffindor had taken the pictures and gave them to Harry in exchange for a few galleons.
However, Harry himself had put quite a few hours into the charm's work. The frame could switch between alternating the three scenes every couple of minutes or remaining on the same scene.
Finally, Fleur looked up at him. For some reason, there were tears in her eyes now. She carefully handed to frame to her youngest sister, who had been pulling on Fleur's dress, as she was too small to see the frame herself yet.
Without a word, Fleur approached Harry, pulled his face down towards her own, and gave him a passionate long kiss, right in front of her parents. Apparently, she thought 'screw the formalities' as Harry felt her slip her tongue into his mouth when he eagerly returned the kiss.
"Fleur Isabelle Delacour!" Her mother exclaimed shockingly and Fleur and Harry broke apart.
"But Maman, it's just like in your romance novels." Gabby beamed. At some point, the little Veela had started clapping. Well, at least someone in this house supported them.
The Delacour parents tried their best to ignore their youngest daughter's comment:
"Thank you for your gift, Monsieur Potter. Fleur, why don't you show our guest his room during his stay here... Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
Sebastian tried his best to make the situation less awkward.
"Thank you, Monsieur. And please, call me Harry." Harry replied.
"Well... since your relationship with our daughter seems to be at a very intimate stage already, I think it's only appropriate that you call us Appoline and Sebastian. We will see you at dinner."
Fleur snatched the picture frame from her younger sister and pulled Harry on his hand to follow her out of the room into a hallway:
"That was the room we usually receive guests in. We are on the ground floor right now. Here you will find the kitchen, living room, the formal and informal dining room, the library, and two bathrooms."
"Down in the basement are papa's dueling room, the gym, the indoor pool, and maman's potions lab. Up on the first floor, you will find four guestrooms. Two guestrooms share a bathroom between them. There is also mine and Gabby's bedrooms on that floor." Fleur added and shot him a wink.
"I don't think your parents appreciate what you are implying right now." Harry grinned.
Fleur acted like she didn't hear him: "Up on the second floor are my parents' bedroom, my father's private study, and a hobby room."
Harry tried to process the information as quickly as possible as he and Fleur arrived at his guest room. The room was about the same size as his own room at Grimmauld Place. The huge windows allowed for significantly more natural light. A large canopy bed stood to the left. There was also a wardrobe, bookshelf, and a small table on the opposite wall. A door to the left led to what must be the shared bathroom.
"It's great," Harry says after taking a look around.
"Let me help you unpack really quick and then I can show you my room. Obviously, my actual room is leagues better than the projection the Room of Requirements offered at Hogwarts," Fleur smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled his shrunken trunk from under his robes. With a flick of his wand, it was back in its original size and the compartments opened. Fleur helped him unpack, which barely took three minutes together. He mostly brought muggle summer clothes, with the occasional formal outfit in case they would end up on a fancy date.
Fleur seemed to enjoy going through Harry's clothes and shot him a very inappropriate wink as she placed his boxers and swimming trunks in the wardrobe. Afterward, Fleur showed him her room, which was a few meters down the hall. As soon as she closed the door, she pulled Harry close to her and started kissing him heatedly. After a couple of minutes, both took a quick break to catch some air.
"Are you sure, your parents don't mind us being alone in your room?" Harry grinned.
"I don't care," Fleur whispered and captured his lips once more. She was about to push him towards the bed when they heard Appoline calling them from downstairs:
"Harry! Fleur! Dinner is ready!"
"Merde!" Fleur groaned as she took a few seconds to straighten her clothes and hair.
"Don't worry, you can always visit me at night," Harry gave her a lopsided grin.
"In your dreams maybe, Mr. Potter."
"Oh, you are already a vital part of my dreams, baby." Harry laughed at which the girl could not help but blush. Hand in hand, they made their way back downstairs and to the formal dining room.
Dinner was on par with the cooking he was used to from Hogwarts. Appoline, or her house elves, had done a formidable job. The conversation was light during dinner, up until they approached the topic of Fleur's and Harry's plans during his time in France:
"So what do you two have planed so far?" Sebastian asked.
Harry looked over to Fleur. The girl had insisted on making most of the plans to provide an unforgettable experience for Harry and show him as much as possible.
"Harry and I will be visiting various French cities and the main tourist attractions. We will spend a few days each in Marseille, Côte d'Azur, Mont Saint-Michel, the Provence, the Brittany, and Paris of course. In total, we will be gone between two to three weeks." She smiled proudly.
"So you will apparate back here for the nights?" Appoline asked.
"No, I have booked hotels for us in each city," Fleur explained.
Suddenly it got very quiet at the table. Harry gulped... he could imagine what kind of talk they were about to have.
"Have you booked separate rooms?" Sebastian asked.
Fleur rolled her eyes in annoyance and pushed her plate away from her: "No, papa. I am an adult and Harry and I have been dating for almost half a year already."
"He is 14, Fleur. You might be an adult but according to our laws and the muggle laws, he is a minor. You plan on spending three weeks in hotel rooms with a minor?" Sebastian asked dangerously.
"Monsieur, to my defense, I turn 15 in three weeks already and I am considered fully emancipated, due to my participation in the tournament. The British Ministry of magic even provided muggle ID for me, which states that my age is 18. That makes me a legal adult in the muggle world as well." Harry tried to be as diplomatic as possible.
"Besides, Harry acts a lot more mature than any fourteen-year-old you will ever meet. He has accomplished things most adults could only dream about." Fleur supports her boyfriend.
"This is not about his accomplishments, my flower." Her father sighed.
"Well, then what is it about? I am 17! I am allowed to spend the night with my boyfriend if I want to." Fleur huffed in annoyance.
Gabby had been following the conversation with wide eyes, so far. Sebastian shot his wife a quick look and nodded.
"Gabby, Fleur, please help me in the kitchen with dessert really quick." Appoline practically commanded.
It did not take a genius to figure out what would follow. Fleur pushed her chair back with significantly more force than necessary and stomped into the kitchen, followed by her sister and mother. Harry turned to a very stern-looking Monsieur Delacour. Perhaps it is best if he opened the conversation?
"Monsieur, I assure you that I would never take advantage of your daughter or do anything to hurt..."
Sebastian held up his hand to silence Harry. Normally Harry would react quite differently to being treated like that, but he decided to swallow his pride just this once.
"This is not about you taking advantage of my daughter, Harry. Fleur is right... she is a legal adult and can do with her boyfriend whatever she feels like. Appoline and I were only a few years older than you when we met."
Harry nodded his understanding.
"I am going to be honest, Mr. Potter. When I first met you, you were nothing but a spoilt little child, who thought that his admittedly skillful wandwork allowed him to disrespect people left and right."
Hary gulped. Sebastian was talking about his first tournament... those had indeed not been his best days.
"However, since then you have changed into a young man, who protected my daughter when she was assaulted by competitors... Fought criminals off with her and bled for her, to ensure her safety."
"You have guided my youngest daughter back to her parents when she was lost. You saved my oldest from the most gruesome things, your countrymen and those Durmstrangs would have done to her."
"I don't understand why we are having this conversation, then," Harry admitted. "You said yourself... I would always protect her and never force myself on her... why do you still not approve of me? What else should I do?"
"I am not worried about you protecting her from some petty criminals or men who leer after her, due to her physical appearance. I am worried about what the developments on the other side of the channel mean for my daughter's safety. Your headmaster is spreading some very interesting rumors, Harry."
"I am afraid, they are not rumors, Sir... I saw him."
"Then I have even more reason to worry about my daughter's safety. You might be good, Mr. Potter... but if what you and Albus Dumbledore say is true... then you are outclassed by leagues." Sebastian said.
Harry's eyes flashed emerald green and he clenched his fists: "Do you think I don't know that? I work my ass off every day to become the best version of myself... to diminish the gap in knowledge and power between him and me."
"I am 14 for god's sake... and I am doing everything I can. Do I not deserve just a small piece of normality?" Harry bit back, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.
"If your 'piece of normality' puts a target on my daughter's back... then no, you don't... If I feel like her life is in danger due to your personal feud with some Dark British wizard, then I will make sure you never see her again."
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. The remaining dishes on the table started shaking. Raw magic swirled around Harry.
"How dare you... The man murdered my parents and you call this a personal feud as if it's some schoolyard rivalry."
Delacour seemed only slightly impressed by the display of power: "I don't care what he did... as long as he stays away from my family. My first priority, Potter, will always be my family's safety."
At this moment the Delacour females came back into the room. Harry fought back for control over his emotions. He did not take part in any of the remaining conversations. He noticed Fleur trying to get his attention multiple times but ignored each of her attempts. When the Delacour parents retreated back to the living room after dinner, Harry excused himself:"
"Thank you for dinner, it has been excellent. If you don't mind, I will retreat for the night. It has been a long day for me."
The reactions were quite different. He barely received a nod from Sebastian. Appoline gave him a small smile. Gabby looked sad at him for leaving so early and Fleur just stared at him with a look of confusion and hurt in her eyes.
He had almost reached the door to his guestroom when he heard Fleur running up the stairs.
"Harry James Potter, how dare you ignore me!" She seemed furious with him.
"Fleur, please I don't want to argue right now, I just need some time." Harry entered his room.
"Then we will not argue but talk. What did my father want from you? Was he so concerned about my virtue?" Fleur laughed coldly.
"No... its not that, Fleur."
"Then what did he want? You both looked like you were about to duel one another! What could possibly have led to that, Harry?"
"We just had different opinions on something, Fleur... please..."
"I have been looking forward to you coming here... every hour for the last two weeks... is this how you are going to treat me now? Do I not deserve an explanation?" Fleur asked, as her eyes became watery.
"Your father is right, Fleur!" Harry growled.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Fleur asked perplexed
"Dating me puts a target on your back. Voldemort already knows about us. He will look for you or send his men. I can't let anything happen to you... you are too important to me!"
"You will not make that decision for me, Harry Potter. I am a big girl, I can defend myself just fine. If he already knows about us, then it won't change things if we stop seeing each other now. He is too smart to fall for that!" Fleur replied heatedly.
"I can't risk it! I can't lose you, Fleur." Harry croaked.
"And you won't. I will spend another year at Beauxbaton, where Voldemort can't reach me. The location of the school is secret. Afterward, I will start my career as an enchantress or curse breaker."
Fleur slowly cupped Harry's face and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. Harry embraced her thoroughly and ran his hands through her long hair until his breathing slowed to a normal rate.
Fleur kept whispering comforting things in his ear and placed passionate kisses along his neck and jaw: "I will be safe, Harry... please don't ruin this now... you deserve this... you deserve this so much... We deserve each other."
"Promise to stay with me?" Harry whispered and looked her deep into her blue eyes, almost staring straight into her very soul.
"I will, Harry. Always... I will never leave you."
"I love you, Fleur," Harry gasped. "I love you so much. It hurts to only think about losing you."
A rush of emotions surged through Fleur, as Harry finally said the three little words she had been waiting for, for so long. She knew it was more difficult to him.. growing up the way he had. Still, she beamed brightly at finally hearing him say it:
"I love you too, Harry. And I have for a couple of months already... I am yours... only yours..."
It was like a flick was switched within Harry's brain. Suddenly there was a fire in the emerald green eyes and something else Fleur had longed to see for too long:
Lust... pure, untamable lust.
Harry aggressively claimed Fleur's mouth and pulled her tightly towards his body. He was more dominant than ever before and Fleur enjoyed every second of it. She passionately return his heated kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
His hands started trailing down her back to squeeze her butt while hers were entangled in his hair.
"Bed... Now!" Fleur gasped after a minute and moaned as Harry effortlessly lifted her up to carry her over to his bed. Despite their impatience, he carefully lowered her onto the bed, before placing himself on top of her to continue where they had left off.
Fleur pulled Harry's loose outer robes over his head and let her hands roam over his chest and shoulder. They were still covered by the T-shirt he wore underneath. She had been waiting for things to progress for so long now.
She rolled to the side to flip them over and now straddled Harry's lap. She could feel the bulge in his pants underneath her and continued teasing him by slowly wiggling her butt over his crotch.
Harry's large strong hands had found their way underneath her short dress and after a quick nod from Fleur, he pulled it over her head, leaving her in a white lacy bra with matching bottoms.
Harry paused their kiss and pulled back a couple of inches to allow his eyes to roam over her body. Fleur usually disliked the lusting glares from males but seeing her boyfriend check her out like that only increased the fire that was burning within her.
"You are breathtaking," Harry whispered as his hands slowly wandered from her thighs up to her waist just below her bra.
"Touch me, Harry. I am yours." Fleur whispered, which was all the confirmation Harry needed to cup her large breasts in his hands. They felt wonderful... even through the bra, she was still wearing. His breathing had gotten quicker and Fleur continued rubbing herself against his erection.
He was still wearing too much for Fleur's taste, so while Harry was occupied with her breasts, Fleur pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side. She licked her lips at the sight in front of her. She had spent hours admiring Harry's chiseled abs, the defined chest, and strong shoulders and arms when they worked out together in the ROR. Finally, she could touch them.
She let her hands roam over his entire body, enjoying how his muscles flexed under her soft touch. Harry had started trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts... It was not enough:
"Take it off," Fleur told him, as his finger started trailing along the clasp of her bra.
"Are you sure?" Harry whispered
"I am yours, Harry... all of me. And I want you." Fleur whispered in his ear.
With shivering hands, Harry unclasped her bra and let it glide down her shoulders. He caught his breath and swallowed heavily at what he just revealed. Fleur's breast had always been one of his favorite physical features on her. Seeing them exposed right in of front him like that was almost too much for him.
"Touch me." Fleur urged him on, as her own finger started trailing down his abs. Harry used her position to slowly kiss down to her chest and then to her right breast. Fleur's arms wrapped around his neck and held him there. When he took in her nipple she grabbed his hair, put her head on the top of his, and moaned. After making sure both her breasts had equal attention, Harry kissed her again.
His pants have gotten uncomfortably tight at this point. Fleur seemed to notice the circumstances and slipped off him. At first, Harry groaned at the loss of contact, but when Fleur started unclasping his belt and pulling his pants down, his heart started hammering frantically
"Don't get too excited... I don't want to go all the way yet, Harry. But you deserve a little reward for visiting me here in France." Fleur smirked at him.
Fleur pulled his jeans and boxers all the way down and Harry could swear that a hungry look appeared in her eyes as he sat naked on the bed in front of her. Her hungry eyes roamed over his erection, just as her hand slowly trailed down his chest and abs. Now it was only inches away from it.
"It is bigger than I expected," she told him.
Harry chuckled and then moaned as she tentatively touched him and wrapped a hand around his shaft. He groaned as she explored his dick with her fingers. When she traced over his head and found the precum oozing out, she ran her finger over it and he leaned back, just barely breathing.
"They said a man usually likes this," she said, spreading out his precum and circling his head.
"Fleur, that feels so good... Where did you even learn that?" Harry gasped.
"Maman has some more explicit romance novels on her nightstand. I wanted to prepare for your arrival, Harry." She grinned at his reaction and took her hand off him.
He opened his eyes frustrated at the loss of contact, but then he saw her putting the finger to her mouth. He wasn't sure he had ever been this turned on. She shrugged her shoulders. "It is not that bad. I just wanted to try it once. Perhaps you will even find out why over this summer."
Harry could not speak. Just the thought of what she had implied almost pushed him to the edge. Fleur smirked again before putting her hand back on him and moving in to kiss him. His hands roamed over her as she gently started to stroke.
Once again he brought his tongue to her nipple and sucked softly while his hand explored her well-rounded and full butt. He loved the effect their frequent workouts had on her. A year ago, Fleur had been incredibly beautiful, but a bit top-heavy.
After almost a year of working out together, her lower curves had developed incredibly well. And she knew exactly just how much he enjoyed it. Her moans became less as he became more.
"Fleur," Harry said as he felt the heat build in him. Her touch felt so much better than anything he had done himself. Even when thinking of her while doing so.
Fleur only smirked against his lips. "It's okay, Harry. Don't worry. I have been told what happens. I would like to see it."
This was just too much for Harry: "Fleur!" he whispered to her before she pulled back to watch his lap. It wasn't long before he made a mess of his lap, her hands, and even her own belly as she leaned over him.
Fleur's eyes were looking at his lap intensely as she still stroked him softly. "You are amazing," Harry told her while his entire body was shaking and as pleasurable it was, he was also extremely sensitive now. She looked up to him, her deep blue eyes looking satisfied and lust-filled. "Did you enjoy that?"
"You have no idea, how much. I love you so freaking much." Harry had a goofy grin on his face.
"We can do it again, tomorrow night? And the night after that... But I would like you to return the favor tomorrow night." Fleur kissed him softly as she finally stopped stroking him.
"I can't wait for it..." Harry groaned, still struggling to come back to his senses. Fleur snatched her wand from the nightstand and cleaned both of them up with a quick Scourgify.
She began dressed back up again but moved over to Harry one last time:
"Then I will eagerly look forwards to tomorrow and wish you the sweetest dreams, Harry." She kissed him once more, before taking her leave.
"Wow... I should have listened to Salazar... He was right about sex with a Veela..." Harry sighed.
AN: Well guys... there you have it. My very first more explicit lemon.
I know it is still somewhat soft compared to what you might find on this website.
But when it comes to graphical descriptions, this will probably be the furthest I go.
This is an adventure FanFic, after all, and if you come for Smut, you are at the wrong address.
I hope you guys still enjoyed it.
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