Hey, everyone. Mystery Critic here, back at you with an update to your favorite Harry and Fleur romance. Now, onto the happy part; so many reviews, follows, and favorites! I never thought my story would be this popular, not in my wildest imagination. I want to thank each and every one of you for being through all of this with me, and I hope to see you for the rest of the story. As for the beta of this chapter, it was my wonderful sister TheoVanyar, who is an author on AO3! I highly recommend checking out the stories on there, truly fantastic reads. This was the final update of fixing the grammar and spelling issues. If anyone notices any others from here on out, whether it's in previous chapters, this one, or future chapters, please send me a message describing where it is, thank you. As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights to it. With that out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy chapter six of your favorite story!

Chapter 6

Italics – French

Harry shoots out of the fireplace, a good few feet from the ash-filled hole. He slides across the tile floor and coughs as he stands up shakily and dusts himself off. As he beholds the magnificent sight in front of him, pale blue decorates everything, pillars holding up a domed ceiling with artistry rivaling that of the Sistine Chapel. Paintings of majestic angel-like women are dancing with each other across the ceiling, loose feathers flying across the skies as tendrils of fire swirl around them. After basking in the pure grace of the ceiling, Harry lets his eyes follow the detailed carvings in the pillars all the way to the floor. After his eyes drift down the winding vines, he lets his eye wander, taking in the size of the blue and white villa.

"Do you like it, 'Arry?" Fleur asks, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Do you like your new 'ome?"

"It's… incredible." He says, completely dumbfounded. "How big is it?"

"Eet's not too big." She says, smiling as she looks up the stairs. "Two floors, but eet's much bigger zan it looks outside. Magic, and all zat."

Harry smiles and suddenly turns, wrapping his arms around Fleur, her eyes widening in surprise before burying her face in his shoulder. "Thank you, Fleur…" Harry whispers, tears flowing down his face. "Thank you for giving me a real home..."

"I 'ope you're not just going to zank 'er, young man," Apolline says, her hands on her hips with her husband by her side, a smile on his face. "We were ze ones 'ho said yes. Where are our hugs?"

Harry lets go of Fleur and runs into Apolline's open arms, eliciting a smile from her. As soon as he runs into her, her scent invades his nostrils. 'Lavender and vanilla. Same as my Fleur. That sounds so right. My Fleur. Yeah, she is mine. I need to stop resisting that. I'll never find someone who will care for me more than her. She's my Fleur, and that's how it's going to stay.' He thinks, looking up at her with a smile. She looks just like his beloved, only slightly older and a little more filled out. Bright sapphire eyes, waist-length silvery blonde hair, and not a blemish on her pale olive skin. "Thank you, Mrs. Delacour."

"Oh, 'Arry." She says, waving her hand dismissively. "You're my daughter's destined. You call me

maman, and nozing else. Understood?"

"Yes, Mrs. Dela- I mean, maman." He says, blushing at his mistake. He turns to Jacques and extends his hand nervously. He smiles and shakes his head, opening his arms, same as Apolline. Harry smiles and hugs him, too. "Thank you, Jacques."

"You are most welcome, 'Arry. Welcome to ze family." Harry shakes in fear and backs up slowly. "'Arry, what's wrong?"

"No, I can't be a part of a family..." He says shakily, tears running down his face even more than before. "I can't be a part of a family… I'll just ruin it..."

"'Arry, 'ho on Earth told you zat you would ruin a family you are a part of?" Apolline said, approaching him, only to have him back away again.

"Please…" Harry pleaded, putting his hands in front of him. "I'll just ruin your family. Just like I ruined mine and the Dursley's..."

"'Arry..." Fleur says, tears falling down her cheeks. "'Arry, listen to me! You did not ruin any families. Zat evil bastard of a Dark Lord ruined your family, and ze Dursley's were not your family! Zey treated you like you were a slave, and zey got what zey deserved! You do not ruin anything, and you can't ruin zis family, no matter what you do. Do you understand me, mon amour?"

Harry nods slowly and walks into Fleur's open arms, Jacques and Apolline wrapping their arms around the couple.

"Maman!" A scream sounds from upstairs. "Is Harry Potter here yet?!"

"Yes, Gabrielle!" Apolline replied in French. "Come on down and meet him." A door slams from upstairs and seconds later, a little silver-haired bullet comes barreling down the grand staircase, only to trip near the last step. The little bullet is revealed to be a small version of Fleur, about to hit the floor face-first. Harry reacts immediately, pushing out of Fleur's arms and rushing forward, sliding under the falling girl at the last second and catching her. Gabrielle opens her eyes shakily, looking up at her savior. Her eyes go wide, staring at the raven-haired young man who caught her.

"'ARRY!" She squeals happily, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. She laughs and nuzzles his cheek, placing kisses on his cheek. "'Arry, I can't believe you're finally 'ere! Once maman and papa told me you were coming, I was so excited! You'll be staying forever, right?"

"Uh…" Harry stammers, looking into her hopeful eyes, unable to resist the cuteness of her puppy dog eyes and quivering lip. "Of course I am. I'm your new big brother."

"Big bruzer?" She repeats, pouting. "But I wanted you as my boyfriend!"

"'Ey!" Fleur snaps, glaring at her little sister as Harry blushes. "No chance, little one. He's mine."

"Oh, fine!" Gabrielle says, pouting before breaking into giggles. "I guess a big bruzer is just as good."

She places a kiss on Harry's cheek before hopping out of his arms and skipping back upstairs. "Um… What just happened?" Harry asks, standing up and rubbing the back of his neck confusedly.

"I zink you have anozer number one fan, 'Arry." Apolline said, chuckling. "'Owever, you already have one of my daughters. Don't go stealing the ozer one."

"Oh, stop teasing him, maman," Fleur says, rolling her eyes and grabbing Harry's hand. "Come on,

mon amour. Let's go get you settled into our room."

"Wait, OUR room?" Harry says incredulously. "We're sharing a room?" "Well, of course!" Fleur says, looking at him saucily. "We shared a bed for almost a week."

"Well, I was unconscious for most of that time!" Harry says, a blush creeping onto his face.

"Oui, and I was naked most of the time." She retorts, kissing his neck gently. "Of course, if you prefer me zat way, I would be more zan 'appy to oblige."

"Fleur, behave," Jacques warns. "Zere will be none of zat going on in zis 'ouse. Well, not until you boz know each ozzer a leetle more, zat is."

"That doesn't help, Jacques!" Harry yells, blushing furiously as Fleur giggle and nibbles on his ear.

"I zink you broke 'im, Fleur," Apolline says, pointing to Harry's stiff body, closing his eyes and shaking as his face takes on the shade of a ripe tomato. "Now, go on up to your room and get settled in. We'll call you down for dinner later."

Harry nods as Fleur takes his hand and leads him upstairs and down the hall where Gabrielle skipped earlier. They walk to the end of the hall, red carpet and beautiful wallpaper decorating it. She opens the door on the left and ushers him in, revealing a white room with a giant four-poster monster-sized bed in the middle of the room. A beautiful white wood lowboy dresser is in the side of the room, next to a large double-door closet. "So… that's the bed we'll be sharing?" Harry asks, pointing to the bed with pale, baby blue covers and pillows. "It's beautiful."

"Zank you, mon amour." She says, kissing his cheek. "And yes, zat is our bed. Zis is where you will be coming during ze holidays."

"Well, I can't wait for the holidays.." He says absently, before realizing what he really said. "Oh, shit..."

"Why, "Arry..." Fleur purrs, staring at him hungrily. "You just want to be 'ere to ravish me? Well, I'm glad we zink ze same, mon beau lion.*"

Harry groans and rushes to the bed, flopping down face-first onto the lusciously soft comforter. Giggling, Fleur skips forward, lying down next to him as she rubs his head. "I am only teasing, 'Arry." She says, placing a kiss on his head. "Contrary to what you may zink, I 'ave never been wiz a man before. You will be my first, and I won't rush you into eet. I want our first time to be the most magical night of my life."

"Well, I'll do my best to make that happen when the time comes..." He mumbles into the cover. Fleur smiles, rolls him onto his back, and wraps her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. Harry hesitates for a moment, then shakes the thoughts out of his head and wraps his arms around Fleur, sighing happily at the feeling of someone loving him.

~Fleur~

They lie together for hours until a loud pop resounds throughout the room as a house elf appears in the room. Harry's hand goes to his wand and snaps up in front of him, a stunner already on his lips.

"Attendre!" The house elf says, holding her hands up in defense. Harry lowers his wand and mutters an apology.

Wiping her brow in relief, the elf looks over at Fleur. "Madame Apolline souhaite que vous veniez tous les deux pour dîner."*

"Thank you, Marie," Fleur says, the elf nodding as she disappears. "Well, eet'z time for dinner, my love."

"Do we have to go?" He asks, tightening his grip around Fleur. "I'm quite comfy here, you know."

"As much as I would love to keep cuddling wiz you, 'Arry," She says, sliding up to kiss his chin. "We need to go downstairs for dinner. Come on, love."

"Ugh, fine," Harry says, chuckling as Fleur pulls on his arm. "Come on, 'Arry!" She says, continuing to tug on his arm like a child. "I want to go eat!"

"Okay, Fleur!" Harry says, chuckling again as he gets up. He scoops her up in his arms suddenly, cradling her in his arms as he carries her bridal style. She squeals and giggles, much like her little sister, enjoying the feeling of having someone treat her like a princess and not an object. He swings her around onto his back and carries her out of the room and down the stairs. He stops at the bottom of the stairs, looking from side to side, unsure of where to go. Fleur points to the left and he rushes over, stopping in front of the kitchen door.

"I do believe this is your stop, mademoiselle."

"Oh my, 'Arry." She says, sliding off of his back and stroking his cheek. "Such a gentleman."

"I am at your service, milady." He says, bowing exaggeratedly. "Now, shall we eat?"

"Mhmm!" She says, nodding happily. "I can't wait for our first meal togezer, my love."

"Neither can I, Fleur." He says, placing a small peck on her cheek before pushing the door open. They walk into the kitchen to see house elves preparing food and bustling around the kitchen to make the dinner. They walk through the kitchen and through another door into the dining room.

"Ah, zere zey are!" Jacques said, standing up and brandishing his arms towards them. "My wonderful daughter and son!"

"Well, I'm not your son yet, Jacques," Harry said, blushing slightly as he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I mean, I haven't married Fleur yet."

"Two zings, young man," Jacques said, walking up to the pair and throwing his arm around Harry's shoulder. "One, you're living in my home, wiz my family, in my daughter's bed. Two, ze key word is 'yet.'"

"Oh, Jacques!" Apolline says, smacking her husband on the back of the head. "Leave zem alone. Zey're just getting started with zeir relationship. Give zem time to get closer and get to know each ozzer!"

"Well, we are pretty close already," Harry says, causing Fleur to giggle and wrap her arms around his neck before placing a kiss on his cheek. "Plus, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other."

"Wait, really?" Fleur asks, looking over at him incredulously. "What about ze possibility of saying non? Or ze fact you might fall for someone else?"

"First, I realized that's stupid. Second, you're my destined, as you've said, and to refuse you would be devastating to you and your magic."

Fleur's eyes open and her mouth drops at his words.

"So I sneaked out of the bed while you were sleeping earlier and did some reading in your library. If I refused the bond, it would hurt not just you, but could also possibly devastate your magic. I can't do that to you. But that's not the main reason. The main reason is that you're an incredible young woman, with intelligence, charisma, so much kindness that it would make puppy dogs blush. You have the most beautiful heart, and the most passionate and loving soul I've ever had the pleasure of coming across. Plus, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. If I said no to you asking to be with me, none of my friends would ever let me live it down. Plus, I don't think I could find anyone on this planet who cares for me more than you do. The bottom line, Fleur? I hit the bloody jackpot with someone like you for my destined mate."

"Do… Do you really mean all zat, 'Arry?" She asks, tears rolling down her face.

"Every single word, mon amour." He says, wiping away her tears with a smile. Fleur loses her composure as she crashes her lips against his, placing her hands on his face to hold him still. Harry stiffens, but after a few moments, his eyes roll back and close as he surrenders himself and his emotions to his beloved. He wraps his arms around her waist as she coils hers around his neck, both of them pulling each other as close as possible as if the very thought of space between them was an affront to nature. They lose themselves in the kiss, everything around them disappearing as love, passion, and trust flow through their lips and into each other's hearts.

Fleur pushes forward, pressing Harry against the wall as she jumps up into his arms, coiling her legs around his waist as she deepens the kiss.

The sound of someone clearing their throat draws them out of their spell, making them aware that they were not alone.

"Continue this later, mon amour?"

"I'll 'old you to zat, mon cher." She says, giggling as she climbs off of him.

"So, now zat we 'ave clarified zat you two are indeed now togezzer, how does that first family meal sound, hm?" Jacques says with a chuckle, gesturing for Harry and Fleur to join him at the table.

"I think that sounds great," Harry says, sitting down in between Fleur and Gabrielle. "Family meal."

He looks around at the people around him, love and comfort filling his heart as he realizes, for the first time in his life, he has a real family.

~Fleur~

A few hours later, Harry is sitting in a chair with his hand on his stomach. Fleur leans on his shoulder, sipping a glass of wine as she rubs his belly. Gabrielle is sleeping in the chair on the opposite side of Harry, her hair covering her face as she lays her head on Harry's lap.

"I zink eet is time to call it a night, non?" Apolline says, walking over to pick up Gabrielle. "I will put 'er to bed, and you two need to do ze same. Go on, now."

"Maman?" Gabrielle says, stirring slightly. She pushes out of her mother's arms and drops to the ground, wrapping her arms around Harry's leg with a pout. "I want 'Arry to tuck me in!"

"Gabrielle, I'm sure 'Arry would love to, but-" She begins, only for Harry to scoop her up in his arms slowly.

"There is no but, maman." He says, nuzzling her nose with his, causing her to break down in giggles. "I'd be more than happy to put this little troublemaker to bed."

"I am not a troublemaker!" She says, giggling.

"Yes, you are!" Harry retorts, tapping her nose. "Am not!" She argues, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Are too!" He says, sticking his tongue out back at her. She giggles and yawns, laying her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. Smiling, Harry lets Fleur lead him up the stairs to Gabrielle's room.

She opens the door and he carries her over to her bed, laying her down slowly and gently. Her arms slide off of his neck as he pulls the cover up over her sleeping body, tucking it gently under her. He and Fleur leave the room and he shuts the door silently, walking to the door across the hall.

"She's so adorable. I never knew how much fun it would be to have a little sister."

"You will make a great fazzer one day, 'Arry," Fleur says, kissing his cheek. "Zat is for certain."

"Well, maybe," Harry says, opening the door and letting Fleur in before him. He closes the door and turns, Fleur all but tackling him as she pushes him against the door. "Ah, that's right! I promised you we'd pick that kiss up again after dinner."

"Indeed you did, Meester 'Arry Potter." She purrs, nibbling on his ear. "I expect you to make good on that promise."

"I take it I can't use the too much food card?" He says, chuckling. "I mean, look at my poor bloated belly!"

"Non, 'Arry." She says, pouting playfully. "You promised me you'd keep kissing me. Now, make good on zat promise or I will 'ex your bits."

Harry doesn't waste any time as he presses his lips against hers passionately, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He sets her on top of the comforter and lies on his side next to her, smiling as he kisses her softly again and again, all over her face. She giggles and strokes his cheek, staring into his eyes lovingly. Harry presses his lips back against hers, letting himself go as he closes his eyes in the pure bliss of her soft lips. Fleur coils her arms around his neck, moaning softly into the kiss as she tries to pour as much love as she possibly can into their kiss. Harry smiles as he strokes her cheek, causing Fleur to snap as her instincts take over and she bites his lip gently, pulling back on it before staring at him with a sultry grin. She loses her composure and forgets she's trying to be sexy when she sees Harry staring wide-eyed at her. His face is a dark crimson from what just happened, causing her to giggle and decide that she may have gone too far and that they should slow down a little bit.

"You are so adorable, 'Arry." She says, kissing his nose before pulling the cover over them and burying her head in his chest and cuddling up to him.

"You're so beautiful, Fleur." He says, chuckling as the blush starts to die down. "Today was… incredible, to say the least."

"Yes, eet was, 'Arry." She says, turning her head to place her ear against his heart. "I cannot wait for many more like zis. I cannot wait for our lives to be spent togezzer, mon amour. Goodnight, 'Arry."

"Goodnight, Fleur." He answers, wrapping his arms around her as he closes her eyes, placing his nose on top of her head as he inhales her beautiful scent one last time before they both begin to drift off into sleep, embracing each other as they enter their dreams.

Mon beau lion* - My handsome lion

*Wait! Madame Apolline wishes for you both to come down to dinner.

Well, everyone. That was the new chapter six. It's a really beautiful chapter, all about love, family, and just the right amount of teasing. Thank you again to my wonderful sister for being the beta to this chapter! As per usual, read the chapters, leave a review, and make this spread like wildfire. This is Mystery Critic, signing off.