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Harry Potter and the Smallest Change.
Chapter 43. Interlude. 1995.
Harry ran his hand down Fleur's thigh, eliciting a soft moan. She looked up at him with hunger in her eyes.
He lowered himself down to her and kissed her. It wasn't soft; it wasn't gentle.
The kiss was hard, passionate.
And she returned it.
With a deft movement, she reversed their positions. She pushed him back onto the bed and all he could see was hair silver hair cascading down around them, it blocked out everything but her face.
Harry didn't notice the room change around them from its usual 'study' configuration into a bedroom. He didn't notice as the bed they lay on grew to twice its size.
Harry cupped her face in his hands and lost himself in the moment.
He was alone with Fleur after having not seen her since the previous weekend. Her deft fingers trailed down his sides and their tongues fought for dominance over the other.
A small sound escaped from Fleur's throat, almost a mewl, and Harry felt a thrill run down his spine. He let out a soft growl as he attacked her neck with his lips. He caught the skin of her neck in his teeth and applied a small amount of pressure, more a nibble than a bite, and she moaned and pulled his face against her.
Fleur's fingers ran through his hair, clutching at it every time he gave her neck a small nip.
'Oh 'Arry, more.' She breathed, and he continued.
He ran his hands down her back and hiked up her robes. As usual, she wore them over normal clothes.
Harry pulled her robes up and she sat back, straddling him and raised her hands to assist him. He threw the robe off to the side without looking and shifted on the bed to help her remove his robe.
She tossed his robe away and their eyes met. Hers were full of hunger and passion and he didn't spare a thought to what his own must have looked like, because a moment later, they came together in another searing kiss.
Harry ran his hands under her t-shirt. He touched her bare skin and she groaned into his mouth, then her lips moved to latch onto his neck.
He fell back onto the bed as her lips continued their assault on his neck. Harry ran his hands up her back and she writhed at his trailing fingers touch.
''Arry, you know how sensitive my back is.' She moaned into his neck.
'I know.' He whispered in her ear, and she bit his neck, a little too hard.
She sat up, straddling him, and peeled off her shirt. Fleur threw her shirt away and unclipped her bra, letting the straps slide down her pale arms.
Harry stared at her breasts, perfectly sized and in proportion. Her nipples stuck out, and she threw the bra away. She trailed her fingers up her bare stomach, up around her breasts and then down, brushing her nails across her nipples.
Fleur shivered and closed her eyes. She let out a long breath before she looked down at him.
''Arry, you are my love. You are my mate. If you accept, I will mark you as my own so that no other may take you from me.' She breathed, her ice-blue eyes stared down at him, unwavering.
'Fleur, you are everything to me. I will accept your mark, and all that goes along with it.' He said, and the fire in her eyes grew.
She leaned down and caught his lips in a fiery kiss. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and he sat up, to make it easier for her to remove it.
Instead of fully removing his shirt, she pulled it above his head and wrapped it around his arms, with them still inside. She pinned his arms above him and moved her lips down, kiss by kiss, down past his chin, to his neck.
Her kisses were gentle, like a feather, and she moved to his right collarbone. She gave it a small kiss and stepped back off the bed.
Harry groaned at the lack of contact and looked up at her.
His eyes went wide as she shimmied out of her tight jeans and let them fall to the floor. She removed her knickers and her socks at the same time.
He stared at her, standing in front of him in all her glory, a nervous smile on her face.
'You're so beautiful, Fleur.' He breathed.
He struggled out of his shirt and reached out to her.
She stepped back.
'Fleur?' he asked, trying not to stare at the one part of her that he hadn't seen before.
She looked down at the floor and took a deep breath, then nodded.
Fleur looked up at him. Her eyes bored into his, and her body started to change.
First, tiny feathers grew out of her skin, covering her in a thin layer of down. It was pure white. The tiny feathers covered her from head to toe, hiding her previously naked form from view.
Then, longer feathers grew out of her forearms, each between thirty and forty centimetres. Other, longer, feathers sprouted from her upper arms and still more others from her thighs and calves. Her silver hair merged into a cascade of white feathers that fell down her back.
Harry stared an awed disbelief as wings sprouted from her back, each about a metre and a half long and covered in pure white feathers.
Finally, her face elongated, her eyes stayed the same ice-blue as they had always been, but her mouth slowly was replaced by a razor-sharp beak.
Her body stopped transforming, and throughout her transformation, Fleur's eyes had never left his.
''Arry, am I hideous in your eyes?' she whispered, though he wasn't sure how her beak could accomplish the feat.
Harry stood bare chested and strode across the room to where she stood.
'Fleur, I love you. This angelic form is a part of you, and it doesn't change how I feel about you.' He said and put his hands on her feathered hips and pulled her close.
He kissed the tip of her beak.
'Though I'm not sure if you can kiss me right now.' He grinned, and she laughed.
Somehow, he knew she smiled, behind the beak.
She trailed her downy fingers down his cheek.
'Are you sure this form doesn't repulse you? You're not just saying that to make me happy?' she asked, her eyes failed to hide the fear in them.
Harry took her fingers in his and kissed them while looking into her eyes.
'I would never lie to you, my love.' He said, and she nodded.
Again, despite her beak, he knew she smiled.
She folded a wing around in front of her and plucked a feather from it, flinching as she did.
She handed him the feather. It was the purest of white, except for where she'd plucked it from her wing, where blood dripped off it onto the floor.
''Arry, this is a symbol of my love and my dedication to you. Will you accept it?' she whispered.
Harry reached out to take the feather.
He held it above where she did, so that they both had hold of the feather.
'I accept your love and dedication, and by my accepting of this feather, I give you the same.' He said, careful to recite the words exactly as he had been told by Apolline before he had left their home in the summer.
She released the feather, and he placed it against his bare chest.
The feather glowed a brilliant white, it forced both Harry and Fleur to cover their eyes.
Harry felt the feather fade away, felt a presence enter his body through his chest where the feather had touched.
The glow receded down from a blinding light to a pinprick of light visible through his skin.
Harry watched the tiny glowing light move under his skin up to his right collarbone. The last place she had kissed him.
The glowing light stopped moving and faded, leaving a small wing shaped mark a few centimetres long.
Fleur's beak receded into her face, leaving her looking like her normal self.
Harry moved forward and pulled her into his embrace.
He kissed her hard, which she returned.
His hands rested on her feathered hips until a few moments later, the feathers faded, and her soft, smooth skin lay beneath his fingers again.
He ran his fingers over her hips and down to cup her firm bum, squeezing her.
She moaned into his mouth and pushed him back to the bed. Once he hit the bed with the back of his legs, she pushed him down onto his back and she trailed kisses down his face and neck to his chest.
Harry groaned as her fingers moved ahead of her lips, her nails scraped down his sides as her teeth clasped around his nipple.
'You will find that a happy Veela leads to a happy man.' She purred.
Harry growled, deep in his throat as her fingers deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid them, along with his underwear, down to his ankles.
He removed his legs from his pants as her lips followed her fingers down to his fully erect member.
Her hands trailed down leg each, each finger sent trails of burning sensation down his legs.
Harry watched as she inspected his manhood. Her soft breath on it sent shivers through him and it almost felt like it grew larger with every centimetre her fingers trailed down his legs and with every breath she exhaled on it.
She tore her gaze away from his hard penis to meet his gaze, and with a wink, took his cock into her mouth.
Harry groaned at the sensation. She was warm and soft as she worked to take all of him into her mouth. He watched as she moved her head back and forth, each motion sent more and more pleasure through him.
'Oh Fleur, that's so good.' He growled and her fingers reversed course and slid up his legs to squeeze his thighs.
Harry felt his orgasm building inside him already and shook his head.
'No, Fleur, stop, it's too good.' He said, and put a hand on her head.
Fleur paused and looked up at him. She pulled her head back and his cock came out of her mouth.
'That's kind of the point, my love.' She purred, and he shivered.
'Not for what I had in mind.' He grinned, and she smirked.
She took his cock in her mouth again, but this time it wasn't slow and soft.
Fleur let her teeth scrape the sensitive skin of his cock and Harry's eyes crossed. He collapsed back on the bed. Her head bobbed up and down, sending waves of pleasure through him, her teeth sent shocks of pleasure tinged with pain, and within moments he was done.
'Fleur, stop, I'm going to come.' He moaned.
She sped up.
Harry groaned and shot his load of cum into her mouth, and she didn't stop.
'Fleur.' He groaned, spasming under her attentions.
Finally, she stopped.
She crawled up and sat in his lap, straddling him. His still erect, but diminished cock rested above her moist pussy.
'Did you like that, my love?' she purred.
Harry opened his eyes, taking in the goddess above him.
'I can't even describe how good that was.' He breathed, and she smirked.
'Oh, we're not done yet my love.' She said and her hand wiped some of his cum from her lips and trailed down from her neck, lightly touching her perfect breasts.
She smirked as she saw his eyes following the movement of her hand. Fleur ground her hips against him, and Harry felt himself growing harder again.
Her hand trailed down her belly and touched his cock, before she moved past it to touch herself.
Harry stared as her fingers rubbed her clit, then they slid deeper into herself as she sat in his lap. His cock throbbed against her hand as she pleasured herself above him.
'Oh 'Arry, do you want to be inside me, like my fingers are?' she purred, and he struggled to breathe, his mouth suddenly dry.
His cock pulsed against her, and her fingers movements grew quicker. Her breaths became laboured.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
''Arry? Do you not want to be inside me?' she repeated, her breaths came hard and heavy as her fingers danced over her clit.
'Yes.' He growled, and she pulled her fingers away from herself and guided his cock between her folds.
Fleur opened her eyes and met his. He saw her passion, her desire and as she lowered herself onto his hard cock, a flicker of pain crossed her face.
A moment later, she had taken him fully into herself and she paused.
She let out a long breath.
'Fleur, are you okay?' he asked, and she met his gaze with half-lidded eyes.
'I will be. I knew this first time would hurt, but this is a little more than expected.' She admitted.
'We can stop-' he paused, her finger on his lips.
'Non.' she murmured and moved her hips in a slight rocking motion.
She let out a hiss as she moved, and Harry groaned.
'Oh Fleur, that feels amazing.' He muttered, lost in the sensation of her tight, warm pussy around his cock.
She rocked harder and Harry stared at her breasts, moving as she did. They moved on her chest as she rocked, their jiggling motion entranced him. He reached up and took them in his hands. Harry squeezed her breasts as she rode him, and her movements became smoother.
'Oh 'Arry, its starting to feel really good now.' She breathed.
'I can feel every part of you inside me, rubbing against me, filling me up.' She moaned and Harry felt himself grow harder at her words.
Harry moved his hips in time with her, so that he matched her movement, and her gasps grew louder and more insistent.
Fleur's eyes fluttered closed.
She pinned him down with her hands on his chest and her nails dug into his skin with every motion of her hips.
'Arry.' She gasped as she bit her lip.
Harry squeezed her breasts, which fit in his hands, overflowing a little through his fingers.
'Fleur, we need to stop. I'm going to come again.' He breathed, struggling to keep his mind off his oncoming orgasm.
'Non, not yet, my love. Just a little longer.' She mewled and drew one hand back from his chest.
Harry watched as her fingers moved down his belly and onto her clit as she continued riding him. He released her breasts and moved his hands down to her rocking hips. Her other hand reached up to take hold of one of her breasts while she rubbed her clit with her fingers.
Harry groaned.
'Oh Fleur, that's so hot.' He breathed as watched the goddess above him.
''Arry, I'm so close. I feel you filling me up. I'm going to overflow.' She purred in French.
Harry gripped her thighs as her movements sped up, watching her bite her lower lip.
'Fleur, I'm almost there.' He gasped.
He tried to hold on but was mesmerised by her fulfilling every fantasy he'd had of her over the years.
'Oh, yes, yes, yes.' She gasped.
'I can't hold on any longer.' He groaned and unloaded himself inside her.
He collapsed on his back as she kept riding him before she screamed.
''Arry, fuck.'
She collapsed forward onto his chest, and through half-lidded eyes, she gave him a tired smile.
'That, was much better than I thought it would be.' She purred, and he struggled to look down at her, burrowed into his chest.
'That was amazing. More than I ever imagined.' He whispered.
'I told you, a happy Veela makes a happy man.' She murmured as her eyes fluttered closed.
'How?' he asked, wiping sweaty hair from her brow.
'I instinctively know how to pleasure my mate. A part of my Veela magic allows me to know what it is you want, even if you don't know it yourself.' She said and burrowed deeper into his chest.
'But-' he started but paused as she placed a finger on his lips.
'We'll talk more when we wake up. Sleep.' She whispered, then let out a long breath.
Harry sighed and lay back on the bed. He felt sleep approach and welcomed it.
Harry woke to lips touching his.
He opened his eyes to see Fleur as she kissed his nose.
'Morning love.' She smiled, still as naked as they were the night before.
She reached out a hand and her finger ran across the wing shaped mark on his collarbone, a small smile on her lips.
Fleur sat on his lap, and Harry blinked as he realised his cock was hard and in her hand.
'Huh?' he blinked as sleep finally left him.
Fleur laughed and kissed him again.
'In case you forgot, I'm on the birth control potion. Also, last night was amazing.' She grinned as Harry smothered a groan as she stroked him.
'I didn't think girls ever orgasmed their first time.' Harry asked, struggling to keep his mind off her hand as it stroked up and down his length.
Fleur smirked at him and added a slight twist to the movement of her hand.
'Oh, Maman told me long ago that Veela are different, it definitely hurt at the start, but after a few minutes the pain faded away.' She purred, watching as he squirmed under her attentions.
'I could have used a charm to numb the pain, but I didn't want to numb the pleasure that would come later.' She continued, her smirk growing wider.
Harry growled as his cock pulsed in her hand.
Fleur's eyes sparkled as his breath hitched when she squeezed tighter.
'Do you want me to stop?' she asked.
Harry narrowed his eyes.
'No, but it's my turn now.' He growled and rolled her over, so he towered over her with her legs spread to either side of him.