Chapter 47

July 13th, 1995

For the third day in a row, Harry woke up with a large grin. Last night had been incredible, once more. Just as Harry and Fleur had agreed upon, Harry had returned 'The Favor' the night after his arrival. Despite his lack of experience, he at least had decent knowledge of the female anatomy. Combined with the occasional comments from Sirius, Salazar, and the stuff you hear from older boys at Hogwarts, it had still led to a very memorable experience for him and especially Fleur.

Sure, it had taken a bit longer than for him, but what could you expect? He was a fifteen-year-old boy and the hottest girl he had ever seen had been rubbing herself against his crotch for minutes ahead of it. It came to no surprise that he did not last as long, right?

Anyways, it had been very interesting to explore Fleur with his fingers. Luckily, they had been smart enough to use a silencing charm on the door because Fleur's soft moans had increased in volume towards the end. She had helped him out a lot, guiding him to the spots she preferred, explaining when to switch the tempo, and showing him where she was the most sensitive.

Harry had done the same in return, even if it felt a lot simpler than the massive amount of information he just received. Still, the couple was eager to learn everything there was about pleasuring one another and even started experimenting a bit last night. They had still not gone any further than using their fingers and hands, but something within him was urging Harry to include his mouth as well. Perhaps Fleur had the same urge?

Anyways, Harry got out of bed and started changing into his workout outfit, consisting of a loose tank top, athletic shorts, and white trainers. The Delacours had allowed him to use their gym in the basement. It was not as big as his own gym in the ROR, but pretty much had everything he needed. Just like during the school year, Fleur had joined him twice already in the mornings.

Today, however, Harry finished his workout by himself, while letting his thoughts roam over the last couple of days. The time was mostly spent around the Delacour Mansion, visiting the small French muggle village or wandering the beautiful gardens. Fleur had also taken him down to the beach and seeing her in a proper muggle bikini was perhaps almost as hot as seeing her naked.

They could barely keep their hands off each other while playing around in the shallow water close to the shore. In addition, the couple had finished their last preparations for the journey they would start today. The first stop was Marseille, a port city in southern France, which was very close to the Delacour Mansion.

In fact, it was so close, that the couple decided to take a muggle hiking route there, to explore the French countryside on their way. They would be starting shortly after breakfast.

Harry finished his workout and walked back to his guestroom for a shower. It was only 8:00 am in the morning, but he could already hear Gabby and her mother in the kitchen. Gabby... Harry chuckled. It seemed as if Fleur's little sister had developed a bit of a crush on him.

She would constantly ask Harry to spend some time with her and always showed her cute little pout when Fleur snatched her boyfriend away to spend some quality couple time. Appoline had explained to him that with the girl's thirteenth birthday, her Veela maturity would slowly approach.

Due to Harry's resistance to the Allure, he was regarded as a potential partner. Fleur would hear none of it and Harry could feel his girlfriend shooting her little sister some angry looks from time to time.

"She is testing her Allure on you. That little chick is trying to steal my boyfriend!" Fleur had fumed when she had caught Gabby looking at Harry intensively and concentrating on something. Harry just thought it to be very cute, but quickly learned not to tease his girlfriend about it, or their nightly rendezvous would quickly stop. That shut him up... he did not want to risk that.

After his shower, he joined the Delacours for breakfast. Fleur had arrived a few minutes before him in the dining room, wearing tight, high waist muggle jeans and a red crop top. She looked exceptionally cute in her hiking outfit. Harry himself had decided for some muggle shorts and a polo shirt.

Fleur beamed at him as he entered the kitchen and quickly got up to greet him with a kiss.

"You're in a good mood, this morning?" Harry grinned. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very well, thank you, Harry." Fleur blushed and returned to her breakfast, hiding her face from her mother. Luckily Sebastian had gone to work already.

"You two..." Apolline laughed: "I can practically smell the pheromones from here."

Harry and Fleur both blushed while Gabby asked perplexed: "What are pheromones, Maman?"

"Something I hopefully don't have to worry about with you yet, Gabby." Her mother simply replied, eliciting a chuckle from the two older teenagers.

After they finished breakfast, it was time for them to get on their way. Appoline surprised Harry by also giving him a hug. Twice more, Gabby tried her best to convince the teenagers to take her with them, but to no avail. With only a small backpack each, which contained their shrunken possessions, the two began their hike to Marseille.

The weather was lovely and after applying some charms to protect their skins from the sun, the two walked the very scenic route along the coast to Marseille. Fleur had often been to the city with her parents and was excited to show Harry everything. Around noon, the two decided to have some lunch, just when they spotted a small hidden beach down below a cliff.

There were no stairs or paths that led down to the water, so Harry assumed that it simply was not accessible for muggles. Giving Fleur a cheeky grin, he grabbed her hand and apparated both of them down to the empty beach.

"Harry Potter! You could give me a warning next time!" Fleur growled, but her eyes widened where she saw where Harry had taken her. The beach was perhaps 50 meters in total length, completely empty and largely hidden by the steep cliffs.

Fleur pulled out a couple of large towels and prepared a picnic for them, while Harry cast a couple of charms. Now, even the muggle hikers from above would not be able to spot them.

"I feel like taking a swim. Will you join me?" Fleur grinned and pulled her crop top over her head, revealing a black bikini that she wore underneath. Harry followed her example and quickly changed into some of his swimming trunks.

After some light swimming, they returned to the shore and let the warm sun dry them. Fleur was lying on her back when she shot her boyfriend a mischievous grin:

"Did you know the south of France has a long nudist beach tradition? I feel like I should use this opportunity to work on my tan, don't you think so?" She batted her long eyelashes at him.

Harry cast a look around them. They were all by themselves... Still, the thought of Fleur revealing even more skin woke something possessive within him. With a flick of his wand, he checked if the wards were still up before turning back to Fleur: "Sure, go ahead." He smiled.

Fleur slowly brought her arms behind her back to the clasps of her bikini and unhooked them. She let the strings fall over her shoulders, not once breaking eye contact with Harry. Then she completely removed the bikini top, exposing herself fully to her boyfriend.

"I could never get tired of that." Harry groaned, as she placed the bikini next to her on the towel and lay back down on her back, with a satisfied smirk after seeing her boyfriend's reaction.

"It's all yours, Harry. You don't have to share me with anyone..." Fleur whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin.

Well, it only took three minutes of this torture for Harry to roll over to her and continue where they left off last night. All in all, it had been a very satisfying little adventure for both of them.

July 20th, 1995

The last week had undoubtedly been one of the best in his life. Harry and Fleur had arrived in the late afternoon in Marseille after their hike and took the public transportation to their hotel. After a shower and a change in outfit, they went on a nice dinner date in a fancy restaurant close to the harbor.

Both teens were somewhat nervous after coming back to their room that night. They had spent a night together before, but it was in a hospital room at Hogwarts when both were injured. In the end, both were too exhausted anyways and simply fell asleep in each other arms. The next day, they had a late brunch in a small cafe and decided to visit the historical port in Marseille.

A very light compulsion charm convinced the owner of a small motorboat renting shop that the two teens were indeed old enough to rent a boat. Harry and Fleur spend the afternoon cruising along the coastline, close to Marseille, before returning for the night. The next two days had been full of sightseeing, including some of the most popular tourist attractions in the city, like the Boulevard Longchamp or the Basilique Notre-Dame de la Garde.

In the afternoon of their fourth day, the two apparated over St. Tropez, one of Europe's biggest destinations for wild parties. The muggle club they visited that night, had been full of young people a few years older than them. Harry had to spend the majority of the night watching out that the young drunken males around them, did not take Fleur's miniskirt and tight tank top as an open invitation to grope her.

They barely avoided a fight after a group of drunken Germans did not take too kindly to being rejected by Fleur when Harry had gone to get some drinks. Luckily, Harry's demeanor and physical build quickly convinced them to try their luck on a different girl in the club. Nevertheless, Harry and Fleur enjoyed the night a lot, even if it had been totally different from dancing at the yule ball.

The next day was spent with some light sightseeing in St. Tropez. The quick hangover potions cured the two of any symptoms that a muggle might suffer after their wild night. In the afternoon, the couple again apparated to the next destination, which was the city Nice.

They spent two days in Nice, visiting a few museums and wandering along the Promenade des Anglais. Now, it was July the 20th already and Harry and Fleur would apparate all the way to the north of France for their next destinations.

The next stop was the Brittany, including Mont Saint-Michel. Harry was immensely impressed by the architecture of the impressive castle, which stood on the small island roughly a mile from the coastline. It reminded him a lot of Hogwarts, especially at night.

Two days later, they visited the islands Jersey and Guernsey in the English Channel and spend a night on each. Their last destination before Paris was the city Brest, at the tip of the Brittany. Three days were spent there in a romantic small hotel.

July 27th 1995

Last but not least, it was time for their final few days in Paris. On July 27th, the couple apparated to the French capital and bought some Metro tickets for the coming five days. Fleur had planned very ambitiously. As they arrived in the afternoon on their first day, the couple simply made their way to the hotel, close to the city center, where Fleur had booked their room.

For their first night in Paris, they enjoyed a more formal dinner in the Le Ciel de Paris. Luckily, Harry had packed a very nice button-down and some dress pants. Of course, Fleur went all out in a stunning, curve-hugging red dress. As always, Harry had the most beautiful girl at his side as they enjoyed their meals to some light banter.

The first full day in Paris was spent wandering through the largest museum Harry could ever think of. The Louvre offered a variety of art, from ancient Roman and Greek statues to elegant portraits. Fleur enjoyed herself thoroughly and even Harry had to admit that it had been a very educational experience. The next day, they had a small field trip to the Palace of Versailles, the former royal residence of French nobility.

On their third, Harry and Fleur visited the Sacré-Cœur Basilica and the Champs-Élysées, including the Arc de Triomphe.

July 31st 1995

Harry woke up to the feeling of soft lips pressed against his own, as Fleur's familiar scent filled his nostrils. With his eyes still closed, he returned the kiss. The couple had returned late last night after visiting a muggle club in Paris.

"Harry birthday, Harry," Fleur whispered in his ear and moved her lips back to his, soon after. Harry ran his hands along the side of her body under the warm blankets... She had been sleeping naked, once again. Over the last few days, after exploring one another even more intimately, Harry and Fleur had often fallen asleep naked, their bodies pressed against each other.

"To what do I owe this lovely wake-up call?" Harry grinned, as his hand found her breasts, and his finger lightly played with her nipples.

Fleur pushed the covers aside, exposing both their naked bodies. Then she trailed a soft line of kisses from his lips, down over his jawline and neck.

"For your birthday...," Fleur whispered, still planting a passionate kiss on his neck and moving further south: "...You deserve something special, Harry."

Harry's heart started racing, as he watched her head going lower and lower. Fleur had used her mouth on him twice so far and it had been the best experience in the world... nothing compared to it.

Fleur smirked as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and started slowly stroking his already very hard member. A few seconds later, her trail of kisses found their destination. She slowly brought her lips up to his shaft, before she eagerly took him in her mouth.

"Fleur." Harry gasped, as his hips automatically lifted upwards to meet her. Fleur only winked at him and continued pleasuring him with her mouth, tongue, and soft kisses along his shaft.

Barely two minutes passed like this and already, Harry felt himself approaching the edge. The previous two times Fleur had asked him to give her a short heads-up before:

"Fleur, I'm really close," Harry whispered, clenching his fists in a desperate attempt to prolong the inevitable.

Fleur looked up at him with her large blue eyes and grinned as she took him even deeper. It took Harry a second before he realized what this meant. This was definitely a first and thinking about what she was planning on doing, was all it took, as Fleur's sweet mouth sent him over the edge.

Harry's entire body started shivering as Fleur kept his tip in her mouth and slowly stroked up and down the shaft, before taking him all the way in once more. Harry felt like he was floating as his body continued spasming. Once more, Fleur looked up at him as she took him out of her mouth, placed a last quick kiss on his tip, and licked her lips with a very satisfying smirk.

"How was that for a birthday wake-up call," she whispered, as she snuggled herself next to her boyfriend.

"You are incredible, Fleur. That was the best gift ever," Harry laughed, as he pulled her closer in his arms and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Fleur trailed slow cycles along his chest with her fingernails: "Well, how about we take a shower together before heading out for the day? We have a lot planned, after all."

The thought of taking a shower with the gorgeous blonde girl beside him, returned the goofy grin to Harry's face. He jumped out of the bed, lifted Fleur up bride style, and carried her over to the bathroom. Save to say, the shower took unusually long.

A few hours later, the couple had finished visiting the Notre-Dame cathedral. They enjoyed a quick lunch before walking around the Centre Pompidou. Around four pm they returned to their hotel room to get ready for dinner.

Harry picked out the same fancy button-down and a stylish pair of slim jeans. Half an hour later, Fleur walked out of the bathroom and Harry caught his breath.

She was wearing a very form-fitting long dark green dress, that showed perhaps a tat more cleavage than she would usually allow. Her heels put her at a height perhaps an inch smaller than Harry. Fleur's hair was done in an updo, similar to what she wore at the Yule-Ball.

"Once again, I am a lucky man." Harry smiled at her as he took her in his arms and gave her a soft kiss: "You look magnificent, Fleur."

"You are looking quite dashing yourself, monsieur Potter," Fleur let her eyes roam over Harry's body. "Are you ready for our date?"

"As ready as I will ever be." Harry grinned and offered his arm to the blonde witch.

The two took a cab to the Eiffel Tower, where Fleur had reserved a table for them at the Le Jules Vernes Restaurant. The two took the lift all the way up to the second platform of the tower.

Dinner was a lovely affair. A band played some slow music in a corner of the restaurant. Fleur finally enjoyed a Bouillabaisse that she judged acceptable, while Harry finished his quiche Lorraine.

"This has been my best birthday so far, Fleur. Thank you very much for planing all of this." Harry took her hand after they finished some dessert.

"I am glad you enjoyed it so far, Harry. But what makes you think the day is over yet? I still have something planned for you." Fleur grinned, as she gently pushed her chair back and gestured for Harry to follow her.

The couple took the lift up the highest platform right on top of the Eiffel tower. There was a small cocktail bar up here, but Fleur led Harry outside to the railing, to enjoy the view over the city. Making sure that no one was looking, Harry cast a quick warming charm on both of them before turning back towards the brightly lit city of Paris underneath them.

From up here, it was easy to see the different monumental sights they had visited over the last days. Thousands of small lights illuminated the darkness underneath them.

"My papa has taken me and Gabrielle here a few years ago. Ever since then, I always wanted to come here on a date with a future boyfriend." Fleur sighed.

"Well, I am glad you chose me as your company." Harry smiled as he allowed Fleur to lean her head against his shoulder.

"The last three weeks with you have been incredible, Fleur... I never thought I could experience this much happiness."

"You deserve every last bit of it, Harry... And this is only the beginning. We are still so young... we have years ahead of us that we could spend with each other..." Fleur sighed contently.

Harry gulped... It was probably time to tell her, now. "I saw you in my first year at Hogwarts, you know..."

He could almost feel Fleur raising her eyebrows:

"What do you mean, Harry... We only met after your second year, when I hurled a fireball at you." She let out a soft peal of musical laughter.

"That's not what I meant... I saw you... At least, I think I saw you. You remember when I told you that Dumbledore had placed the Mirror of Erised at Hogwarts, right?"

Fleur turned towards him and looked up into his eyes. At her nod, he continued.

"I found the mirror over Christmas that year, already and I will never forget what I saw inside... Back then I told you that I saw my family... but that was only half of the truth..."

"Not only did I see my past family, like my mom and my dad... but I also saw a future family..." Harry whispered.

"How is that possible? What did they look like?" Fleur whispered, her eyes searching for Harry's.

"There was a small boy... perhaps five years old... he had exactly my unruly Potter hair." Harry chuckled: "... but his eyes were a very dark blue..."

Fleur had gone really quiet now. Her eyes seemed impossibly large and started beaming brightly.

"And then there was a girl... maybe three years old... She had long silvery blond hair... she seemed really shy." Harry laughed at the memory: "She was almost hiding behind her mother's robes... And her eyes were the very same color as mine..."

Fleur's lips were only an inch away from his now: "And what did their Maman look like, Harry?" She whispered so low that he could barely hear her.

Harry let his eyes roam over Fleur's facial features once more. Her pale, incredibly smooth skin... high, defined cheekbones... a very cute nose... those red full lips... and, of course, impossibly large eyes.

"She looked just like you," Harry says, before leaning down the last inch to softly press his lips against hers.

Fleur moaned in his mouth as she returned the kiss. It was slower and softer than the ones they had exchanged over the last weeks. But it spoke volumes about their feelings for each other and the deep emotional connection that had formed between the two teenagers. A fire roared in his chest, as he held the most important thing in his life in his arms and tasted her sweet lips.

Fleur broke the kiss after a minute and looked up at him with pouty lips and slightly pink cheeks: "I love you, Harry James Potter. Thank you for sharing this with me."

"Dumbledore told me that the mirror does not show the future... only my heart's deepest desire... I don't see why it can't show both?" Harry grinned at her.

The corner of her lips tucked upwards. "Now, slow down there, Monsieur Potter... I do not want to have a child yet..." Fleur pouted.

"As you said, yourself... We have all the time in the world..." Harry kissed her forehead and pulled her into a tight embrace once more.

The young couple remained on top of the Eiffel Tower for another 20 minutes, before deciding to turn in for the night. During the entire cab right back to the hotel, they were holding hands affectionately and shooting each other small smiles.

It was after 11 pm when they finally arrived at the hotel and headed to their room. Harry started undressing in the room and slipped into the large bed soon after. Fleur remained in the bathroom for a bit longer than usual that night. However, that was just right for Harry.

He decided to let the night end on a romantic note and lit up a couple of candles in the room. He placed a few warming charms on the pillows and blankets. Then he waited for Fleur. She was taking very long today... what could she possibly be doing? Harry was about to get up and check on her when the door to the room opened.

He was at a loss for words when he saw his girlfriend. The light in the bathroom was illuminating her from behind. With her long blonde hair, she looked like an angel.

Fleur had stripped out of the dress in exchange for a red lace piece of lingerie, which somehow complimented her figure even more than any underwear she had worn before.

She literally left Harry gaping like a fish, as she slowly walked towards him and slid under the blankets, where she started kissing him passionately.

"Show me how much you love me tonight, Harry," Fleur whispered in his ear as she slowly crawled on top of him.

"Are you sure?" Harry carefully asked, right after she put a searing kiss on his lips: "We don't have to rush things, you know. I'm fine waiting."

"I want to have sex tonight, Harry... I want you to make love to me..." Fleur answered his question and slowly started rubbing her butt over Harry's crotch.

"I love you, so much, Fleur." Harry gasped. If he didn't know he was immune to her allure, he would have guessed that he had been caught by it. But this wasn't her allure... What he was feeling right now, was one of the oldest forms of magic in the world. And he would show her exactly how much of that he carried around with himself... just for her.

After kneeling her butt, his hands started trailing up over her waist and to her breast. Fleur stopped roaming her fingers over Harry's already naked chest and allowed him to pull the lingerie over her head, by raising her arms.

She was now rubbing herself over his boxers completely naked and Harry couldn't wait to show his appreciation for her body. He started kissing every inch he could reach and affectionately pulled her even closer to him.

Fleur's breath had gotten heavier and small moans escaped her throat when Harry took one of her nipples into her mouth. She needed to feel more of him. It annoyed her a great deal that he was still wearing his boxers, even if the enormous bulge clearly showed that he was more than ready for her.

Her fingers trailed down to the hem of his boxer to pull them down. Harry helped by rolling over and switching positions with her. She was now laying on her back with her legs spread and Harry was resting in between them.

Fleur slowly pulled his boxers down and freed his impressive erection. Harry lowered himself onto her and started grinding against the heat between her legs, while their lips were still interlocked in passionate kisses.

Fleur let her hand trail down towards his crotch. Harry gasped as she started gently stroking up and down his shaft. Then she spread some of his precum over the tip and aligned his member with her entrance.

"Are you sure?" Harry stares deep into her eyes: "Did you take the potions?"

Fleur couldn't help but smile. She loved how well he always treated her. Right now, she could see three emotions in on his face... There was pure lust of course... How could there not be? He was fifteen years old, about to lose his virginity. But the other emotions seemed even stronger. She could clearly see the great amount of affection he held for her. And... most of all... she could see the unconditional love that was expressed in his bright emerald, green eyes.

Fleur nodded slowly: "Make love to me, Harry... make me yours."

That was all the confirmation Harry needed: "I love you," he told her, kissing her again. Then, he started to push and she stopped breathing for a moment. She had used her fingers before. Harry had a lot of times as well over the last two weeks. However, that was not comparable to what she felt as he filled her when he pushed his head and then his shaft in. Fleur closed her eyes but the pain she had expected did not come.

Harry gave her a questioning look before he pushed until he was fully inside her. Fleur had expected that it would hurt the first couple of times. She could only assume with all her athletic workouts and other activities she must have broken her own hymen at some point.

She knew that could happen. Now, Fleur only felt slightly uncomfortable with how she was being stretched. She knew Harry was well equipped, which was actually one of her only fears, but now that he was fully inside her, it was delectable at the same time.

Harry did not see any discomfort in her face. He could not even describe what he was feeling right now. It was incredibly hot, tight, and just felt like it was made for him. Being fully engulfed by her felt incredible... even better than her mouth. He gave her a deep kiss and slowly pulled back out as far as he felt comfortable, before slowly pushing back in.

Soft moans escaped Fleur's mouth, as they established a rhythm that felt good for both. She started kissing him again and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders before pulling him closer to her.

"Harry," Fleur said a few times, encouraging him. "I love you."

Upon hearing her, Harry increased the tempo of his strokes. The sensation grew inside him, but he ignored it as best as he could. All he wanted to do right now, was provide as much pleasure to Fleur as possible. Making it a moment she would never forget.

From the way, her breath was quickening even further and when the small moans became more frequent, he could tell that she was slowly approaching her edge, too. Her fingernails started digging in his back as she started moving her hips with him, meeting him halfway.

When Fleur wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him even deeper into her, Harry knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he could not hold back anymore. He slowed down just enough to allow for his hand to slip down and rub along the hard pearl, just as she had taught him.

"Harry... don't stop!" Fleur gasped; her eyes widened in surprise. She had not expected to feel this close to her own release when he grunted. His member already stretched her wonderfully and now seemed to grow and pulse inside her. Harry pushed all the way in, his crotch touching the hard spot on the top of her slit and she cried out as her body went through its own ecstasy.

Harry buried himself as deep into her as possible, while Fleur pulled him closer, holding on to him for dear life. Moans of pleasure left both their lips before Harry almost collapsed on top of her. He remained inside of her for a minute, placing soft kisses on her lips and gently petting her head.

"I love you so much," Fleur whispered, her large eyes had never left Harry's for the entire time. She unhooked her legs, to allow him to pull out of her. Harry felt utterly exhausted. They were both sweaty and still breathing hard, but he never loved her more than right now. He pulled the blankets back over them as Fleur snuggled to his side and placed her head on his chest...

Fleur was right... on a physical level, this had been sex. However, to Fleur and him, it had been making love and showing each other just how much they truly cared. With a lazy wave of his hand, he extinguished the candles around them. Then, he pulled the naked Veela even closer to him, allowing her to wrap a leg over his. Within a minute both teenagers were deep asleep.

AN: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the additional fluffy scenes. I still don't know if I am any decent at writing them, but I will post them anyways. This will probably be the last lemon for some chapters though. Nevertheless, I still have lots of content for you.