A/N:

jaz-san: ¡Hola! No sé si esta traducción es correcta. Pero para responder a tu pregunta si esta historia tiene drama. Bueno, puede que tenga pocos dramas, pero no los más pesados.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and this story is just a figment of my imagination.

Chapter Three

"Wake up, Darling. It's time for breakfast." I can hear Fleur's voice but my eyes are so tired that I don't have the strength to open them. There was a slight shake on my shoulder but I swatted the hand that was doing it.

"Let me sleep more." I mumbled and turned on my side and buried my face deeply in my pillow. Then I heard her laugh, it was husky and enticing but I'm too tired to pay more attention. I just want to go back to sleep.

"We can't have that, darling." Fleur said then I felt the tug on my underwear, the blonde was pulling my panties down my legs and probably threw it away somewhere in the room. I was push on my back but I still didn't open my eyes. Fleur straddled my legs and leaned down to my face. "Are you still going to pretend that you are sleeping, hmmm?" I heard her whisper in my ear then bit my earlobe before giving it a slow lick which made me shudder.

I turned my head to the side to expose more skin when soft lips started to kiss down my neck and shoulder. "I really love touching your body like this…" Fleur said when she tug on the hem of my nighties and pulled it over my head. Our eyes met and I saw the pure want in those dark blue eyes, I held her face and kiss her deeply which she returned with same intensity that made us both moan when our tongues met and fought for dominance. "I want you…" she whispered when we separated for air.

"Then take me." I told her with a smile, she smirked and pulled her own nighties over her head revealing the breasts that I love to knead with my hands. Her dusky nipples were already hard and ready, I leaned upward and took one nipples into my mouth while my hand massage the other. Fleur push her chest closer to my face and her hips started to grind on my legs. I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs and her moans was getting louder and louder. I stop massaging her breast and move one of my hands to her hips while I move the other one between her legs and started caressing her clit.

I poise a finger to –

I came awake when I'm about to enter her, heart beating fast.

It was a dream…

When I could think again, I realized what'd happened. I'd had a wet dream like a damned teenager. What the actual fuck? This was getting beyond ridiculous. I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, trying to ignore the remnants of pleasure coursing through my body.

But… I had to admit to myself that despite my confusion, I'd liked what had just happened.

Scratch that…

Really, really liked it…


It was around noon when I found myself knocking on Harry's apartment and it became more insistent when my best friend still not opening the door. Can it be that he's out? But it's Saturday and Harry usually doesn't go out on Saturday but prefer to lock himself inside his apartment for the whole day and do God knows what.

"Harry! Are you there?" I asked loudly and knock once again, and then I heard the rushing footstep from the other side. I look curiously at my best friend when the door was slightly pulled open and his head pops out while half of his body was hidden by the door. Harry's already unkempt dark hair was wilder than usual and his breathing was ragged and he's not opening the door to let me in, then realization struck me like a lightning. My best friend was in the middle of something and I'm interrupting.

"Oh… Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt… I'll just talk to you on Monday." I told him and step away from the door but before I can make a run for it. He grabbed my hand and told me to wait. I stood outside Harry's apartment for at least ten minutes when he finally came out. I look at him then at the door. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you have a guest." I apologize and Harry just shrugged it off.

"I'm sure that whatever made you come to my apartment on Saturday is an important matter."

"It's not that important. You can still go back inside and we'll talk on Monday. You can't just leave your guest like that." I told him still feeling guilty for interrupting his day.

"It's fine. Besides if that guest can wait until I return then it's worth a try to pursue a relationship, they'll have to know that you are important to me."

"How sweet of you..." I teased him and we both laugh when he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to his side. "Actually, I need to talk to you about someone."

"I'm sure this person is very interesting. It's seldom that you seek me out during Saturday and when you do, there's always something there."

Harry and I ended up in the south side of Diagon Alley, where small cafés where scattered around. We chose the one with lesser people and occupied the furthest table. We ordered cakes and milkshakes for the both of us when the waitress approaches our table.

"So, what happened?" Harry asked after the waitress left and far enough to not hear our conversation.

"I… The woman who got me pregnant paid me a visit yesterday." I told Harry and raised my hand to stop whatever he was about to say. "Her name is Fleur Delacour."

After saying her name, I told Harry everything that had happened between Fleur and me. How the blonde knew about my pregnancy, Fleur's blood status and the mating. "Fleur also suggested that we get married, but I turned her down." I told him as the finale of my summary of my interaction with Fleur yesterday.

"At least she got the sense of taking responsibility with the consequences of her action." Harry commented. "The question though, what are you going to do now?"

I sighed and looked outside at the people passing by. "I really don't know what to do." I admitted without looking at Harry. "Fleur was right though, she has all the rights with this baby too and I'm happy that she's taking responsibility. I had no problem with that." I returned my gaze back to Harry. "But getting married just because I'm her mate and she got me pregnant. I don't think that's good enough reason to tie ourselves in matrimony when we are practically strangers to each other."

Harry and I were quiet for some time, both in deep thoughts. "Can you tell me if how the two of you met in the first place?" he asked curiously.

I avoided Harry's eyes when I felt my cheeks flushed upon remembering the night that I met Fleur. It was an embarrassing first encounter with the blonde that ended up into something more than I anticipated.

One kiss. One toe curling, passionate kiss from the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, and I was lost. Everything was orgasmic blur after that. The woman in silver evening gown on her knees in front of me. A searching tongue giving me pleasure, while my fingers clutched at the woman's long silvery blonde hair.

I never done anything like this before in my life and I doubt that this will happen again. I don't give into spontaneous, casual sex. Hell, I don't even give into planned sex. There was no time in my life for a girlfriend, which was probably why I had unwound like a coiled spring at the very first touch.

Control… I need to gain control over myself but how can I when my drunken brain was hindering any logical thoughts that I still have left.

How did I end up in this situation in the first place? Ah… I remember now, Harry and I were invited to a party that the Muggle Prime Minister was hosting. It was actually an invitation for the Minister of Magic but the Minister couldn't make it and asked Harry to attend in his place.

Harry asked me to go with him as his plus one because I'm a good friend, who won't take advantage of him.

The party was boring, full of self important people. Even Harry disappeared somewhere, leaving me on my own. My tolerance for this type of people was getting thin and the amount of alcohol I've been drinking since I arrived was now passing my limit. I wanted to leave the party but I can't just go without telling Harry. I look around the huge ballroom trying to find my missing best friend. Instead, my eyes landed on the woman with long silvery blonde hair who seems to be getting bored based on the stiffness of her posture, but the handsome man with long red hair next to her was all smiles while talking to her. I covered my mouth subtlety to hide my smile when the woman swatted the man's hand when he tried putting them around her waist.

I was confident that I hid my reaction well but when I looked at their direction once again, the woman was now looking at me and there was a glint in her eyes that I can't explain. The woman said something to the man and he left her side, I can't hide my surprised though when the woman made her way towards me, and I felt my heart started to beat faster and my hands became clammy.

The woman grabs two glasses of champagne from the passing waitress and handed one over to me as she stood next to me.

"Here on a date?" The woman asked as she slowly sips her drink. Her accent was thick and foreign, and for some reason I can't remember where I heard it before. It's probably the side effect of too much wine and champagne or was it her presence that addles my brain.

"I'm here with my friend but he disappeared somewhere."

"I hope you don't mind me I accompany you while he's gone, right?" The woman said and I felt her body came closer until our arms were touching.

I shook my head but frowned as I turned to face her. "But what about your date…" I said gesturing in the general direction where the red haired went to.

"He's just a friend."

I look at her in disbelief. "I don't think that he sees you as a friend though."

"He doesn't but I don't swing his way." She said and looks me up and down appreciatively. "I'm more inclined into women." She added and winked at me. I felt myself blush and sip my drink, almost draining the whole glass but stop when soft hand stop me and took the glass away from my grasp. "Why don't we take some fresh air in the balcony?" she suggested and I just nodded and followed her.

When we reached the balcony, I was dragged into the corner which was dark enough to give us some privacy. But what I didn't expect though was the sudden kiss.

My mind was pulled back into the present when we heard voices coming our way, and the woman whose face was still buried between my thighs stood up suddenly and before I could utter my protests, she silence me with a deep kiss. "Let's continue somewhere else…" she whispered when she pulled away, and all I can do was nod because my head was in haze and I don't want to be separated from this woman yet.

Harry looked at me like he'd seen a ghost after my story and shook his head. "Wow… that was unexpected for you to do."

I shrugged. "I'm only human who has needs and she gave me it."

"Then the unexpected result…"

"I know right? It's unreal and hard to believe but it did happen." I said exasperatedly and look down at my stomach. "And my baby is the proof of that," I whispered.

"Why don't you give yourself a chance in getting to know Miss Delacour?" Harry suggested. "Besides, she's ready to take responsibility for your baby. So for me, it's a good sign." He added and held my hands that were on top of the table. "Knowing the mother of your child doesn't mean that you are agreeing to marry her. It's better for the both of you to be friends for the sake of your child."

I smiled at Harry and twined my hands with him and gave it a slight squeeze. "When did you become good in advising other people?" I teased.

"I'm always good at them but never once did you need one from me until now."

"Good point." I said laughing. "Thank you, Harry."

"Don't mention it."