Chapter 3

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They woke up just after a few hours of sleep. Harry hugged Fleur tightly and in return Fleur

snuggled to Harry and just stared at him, " You know Harry even if I left you, I wouldn't be able

to stand and live my life without you," she said honestly. Harry kissed her forehead, " Neither

could I, I'd miss your bickering and taunting way too much," he paused cause Fleur punched him

playfully, " and the way you bring direction to my life," Harry finished and Fleur nuzzled his neck.

" And I would miss doing those things for you, thanks for giving me purpose," she finished. " No,

Fleur thank you, I never have said thanks in any way and I guess this is my only opportunity after

All those things you did for me was far from simple and I'm grateful for every single one and Thanks for everything, specially for being strong for the both of us, you should also know by now that you are a lot stronger than I'll ever be,"

Harry finished and found Fleur crying from his touching speech. Harry wiped her tears away. She couldn't reply or say anything, her words had failed her, so she did the only thing she could think of and feared what Harry would say or do, but she went for it.

She pulled him closer and pressed her lips against his, pouring all her feeling for him on that kiss. Harry wasn't stunned or angry like she feared, he actually kissed her back passionately and finally he felt how much she really did love him.

The other kisses they shared was no where near this one specially how he felt about it afterwards, this one actually felt everlasting and promising. Fleur pulled away, " Oh, Harry," was all she could say she felt helpless and dazed after the kiss. Harry held her close and played with her hair. Fleur, " uummed," from the sensation.

He continued doing it, " I love it when you do that, its comforting," she commented after she found her words again. Harry smiled at himself then heard somebody knocking at their door. He didn't bother standing, he opened the door where he was and went back to hugging Fleur. Dean entered their room impatiently.

Harry sat up upon noticing him, " Dean," Harry said surprised. Harry's sudden movement caused the comforter to slip down Fleur's body and Dean was given a view of Fleur's nude front. Dean opened his mouth, but was too shock to say anything. " So, this is what happens when you two are at home and you said nothing ever happens," Dean spat to Harry while tearing away his eyes from Fleur after

Recovering from his trance. Harry looked at Fleur and instantly covered her, " Its not what you think, Dean," Harry defended himself against Dean's accusations. " Are you trying tell and convince me that this is how you two sleep, Harry when you said you and Fleur shared a bed I never thought you both slept naked," Dean pointed.

" We do not sleep naked we just sleep in a way we are both feel comfortable in, it just so happens to be consisted of me in my boxers and Fleur in just her knickers," Harry groundout. " Besides I'm too tired Dean, we just had a fight last night and I'm nowhere near in the mood to start another this afternoon," Harry said with a sigh.

Fleur held on to Harry tighter, drawing him near her to comfort him. Dean was lost for words, he threw his hands up in the air in defeat. " Hay.. I give up Harry," Dean muttered. Harry pushed himself from her within arms length

" You should take a bath," Harry said to Fleur in perfect Parisian. Dean was in awe again and took a note to ask Harry later If Fleur had taught him French. Fleur smiled at Harry and got up from the bed to walk slowly to the bathroom.

When Dean snapped out off his trance he saw Fleur in all her sexy glory. He gulped and his mouth grew dry with what he witnessed, Fleur noticed this, " Hey, Dean you seem to be enjoying the view, for a gay person you really like to stare don't you, " Fleur teased him in one of her seductive voices then entered the bathroom.

Dean turned Crimson and Harry just quirked an eyebrow at him, " And you say I'm cheating, you stared and indirectly hit on my girlfriend," Harry said not bothering with the term he used. Fleur overheard from the bathroom and was deduced into fits.

Dean blushed even more, embarrassed having seen and hear Harry being overly protective of Fleur. " Why, are you so overly protective of her anyways," Dean huffed. " Because she is my best friend, I love her and though you are gay sweetie your anatomy says so otherwise," Harry replied calmly while pointing out at the bulge in Dean's pants. Dean just gave him

a glare and felt he could have fainted from embarrassment. " I'll see you later, in a more or less decent manner, tell her I'm sorry about the incident and the muggle magazine you have been bothering me about, what was the name vote, oh well whatever can only be brought in New York,

they say copies here were sold out immediately, and why are you so keen in finding this magazine anyways, what do you need it for," Dean asked looking directly at Harry. Harry grabbed him by the arms and started to drag him towards the door.

" Well, its for research and it's the equivalent of witch weekly and for the other questions, its none of your business and since when did you get curious," Harry in tone while still trying to push Dean out the door. Harry got an idea and smiled,

" Dean I suggest you leave now before you witness another "incident"," Harry quoted then was finally successful in pushing Dean through the door. " You mean she..," Dean slurred in a frantic voice, but he didn't have to be told twice and let Harry close the door on him.