A/N: I am sorry I cannot do Fleur's accent. It takes too long to use her accent.

Chapter 4: One last time

The second night Harry was present at the Burrow, he got a surprise visitor.

Harry was always a pretty aware sleeper. He had learnt to ignore sounds from his dorm mates but any external sound would wake him up. Tonight was no exception. He was ignoring the general snores permeating the Burrow but the sound of his door opening woke him up.

Harry instantly grabbed his wand from his bedside and pointed it at the intruder. Almost immediately he dropped it "Fleur?", he called out in shock. He was assaulted with the full strength veela charm as soon as he looked at her.

"Yes Harry darling, it is me", she replied seductively.

"What is the matter Fleur? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"There was a time when you would have welcomed me without any questions Harry. Am I not good enough anymore?" she asked sporting a cute pout that Harry found almost impossible to resist. She came beside him and sat on the edge of the bed.

"That was a time when you were not engaged to Bill Fleur", he said dryly.

"Come on Harry darling, don't be like that", she purred. She ran her hand though his bare chest.

She had come with the intention of seducing him. She was wearing an almost see though night robe. He could see her blue bra and thong. The swell of her breast and the curves of his hips weren't hidden in any way. The robe was tied tight at her abdomen showing her flat stomach and smooth legs. Nothing was left for imagination. If it was anyone else but Harry Potter, they would have been drooling at the offer by this heavenly beauty.

"We cannot do this Fleur. Bill's a great guy", Harry protested. He mentally fortified himself resisting the alluring nature of the veela and caught her wandering hands.

"He is the guy I am about to marry Harry but he cannot satisfy me like you can. Please darling, you know how sexual the veela are. Just one more time before I get married. I need a good release. And now you have developed such a good body that I simply cant resist. Let me play with your hard body darling. I need it", Fleur implored with puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry Fleur. Just ask Bill to get more adventurous. He is a curse breaker, he will surely agree to try out something radical", Harry replied strongly.

"No Harry darling, it is not the nature of sex that I crave. William can resist my charm during most times without any problems. But while having sex, you know my veela charm is amplified. William cannot control himself when I orgasm. Only you could control yourself at all times around me and give me great orgasms. Come on darling, please", she said as she tried to persuade him. She leaned against him trying to make him fall back on the bed. Her impressive cleavage was pressed against his arms. Her voice was low and seductive giving her the air of an angel begging to commit a sin.

"How will you manage when you are married? And cut out the charm. You know it wont work on me. I have stronger will than that." Harry replied as he held her in place with her sitting on the edge of his bed leaning against him.

Fleur let out a tinkling laugh, "You are right that you have more will than the rest of these silly little boys. Fred and George are trailing after me whenever they are home. Ronald is the worst. He drools and his eyes go vacant whenever I am near. I do not even use my charm. He is disgusting. But Harry darling, enough about them. Please help me one last time Harry."

Harry grinned and replied, "Okay Fleur. One last time. But, not now and definitely not here. I don't want others to know and I have too much respect for the Weasleys to have sex with you here. I will arrange something in a few days and tell you. And go easy on Ron will you? He is my best friend but even I know he has no mental fortitude."

Fleur smile beautifully and kissed him on both his cheeks. She then kissed him soundly on the lips. The kiss was passionate and sweet. Her lips were as soft as he remembered and her kiss was as stimulating as before. "Thank you Harry. But make it soon, I cannot hold on much longer", she said sensually as she sauntered out of the room giving him a great view of her swaying backside.

Harry had a raging hard-on now. He had not had sex with anyone in over a year and he was very randy. Cold showers and bath room activities only helped so much. He hoped to change it this year with Ginny. He was very much tempted to call back Fleur and fuck her senseless after securing the room. But he couldn't have sex with her here. Anyone might find them. Even if they did not, he could have a clear conscience if he had sex with her in the Burrow.

He had to arrange something soon. He had to convince everyone to let him be for himself for a night and somehow include Fleur in the plans. It would be difficult enough to get permission from Order to go and it would be even more difficult is he had to find some way for Fleur to come to him on their watch. He could easily sneak out and arrange everything. He could even sneak out to have sex with her but it would bring more attention to him. The Order and Dumbledore would then keep a closer eye on him and he couldn't afford that.

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The wonderful smell of Mrs. Weasley's cooking woke up Harry the next morning. He got up, brushed his teeth and showered before going downstairs. A great breakfast later, Harry was put to task in cleaning the house. He didn't mind as it allowed his mind to wander and do something to pass time without raising any alarms among whoever was watching him.

Harry had decided to wear his magic masking bracelet all the times during the holidays. Harry also decided that he should get to know Ginny better a bit before seducing her. He hadn't really talked to her about her or her interests but she had spirit. His last year's emotional imbalance not withstanding, she was probably one of the very people who could read him fairly well. She would figure out his irregular activities sooner or later. Besides she was already a very beautiful girl and he had wanted her for quite sometime.

So, after cleaning around the house, he accosted her in the evening.

"Hey Ginny, care for a walk?", he asked casually leaning against the door frame of the living room where she was sitting.

She looked up with questioning eyes and stared at him speculatively. After a second of intense scrutiny, she relaxed and said, "Sure Harry lets go."

Thankfully Ron wasn't there in the living room to make a fuss out of this. In fact no one was there. Twins were at the shop, Ron and Hermione were off somewhere, Mr. Weasley, Bill and Fleur were at work and Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen.

Ginny was wearing ripped jeans and a loose t-shirt today. Her hair was in a loose ponytail and she looked great. After walking in silence for a few minutes, Harry asked her, "You look gorgeous today. What is the occasion?"

"Nothing Harry. You just weren't observant enough to notice true beauty when you see one" she said flippantly even though he could see a tinge of pink in her cheeks.

"Oh! It doesn't have anything to do with a classmate of mine named Dean, does it?", Harry teased her.

Ginny looked a bit confused and then replied airily "Maybe. Maybe not. But why are you asking Harry? Are you jealous?", she teased him back.

"Of course not. I know what will happen once we return to school. It is just a matter of time before you two break up. Then I can have my wicked way with you", he replied with a smug grin.

"Confident are you?", she asked curiously.

"Very. Dean is a prick and you too will realize it soon enough. Besides, I am sure he cannot handle a spirited girl like you", he said confidently.

Ginny said thoughtfully, "You know Harry; I am not sure why I agreed to go out with him in the first place. I mean I was never attracted to him before and then suddenly, he comes out and asks me. I don't know what made me agree. And that bugger still hasn't written me a letter", she finished heatedly.

Harry was curious now. It was setting off some danger bells in his head. He would have to watch Dean more closely this year. But out loud he said, "Don't worry about it. You'll sort it out. Enjoy your summer. By the way, how is living with Fleur?" he asked, changing the subject.

Ginny wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Phlegm? Oh! Please. She is so annoying. Always puttering on about Bill and her beloved France. She is so pompous and flighty. I don't know what Bill sees in her."

Harry chuckled "Come on Ginny. Give her a chance. I wouldn't say she is pompous. It is solely reserved for Fudge." That brought a chuckle out of Ginny, "I actually got to know her a little during the tri wizard tournament. And I can tell you that there is something behind that classic dumb, flighty blond. There has to be something in her that Bill likes. You know he would not have proposed to simply anyone. He also is immune to her veela charm."

Ginny laughed at hearing that. The sound of her laughter was a very pleasant thing to hear. "Yes. The twins are always trailing after her, hoping to get a view of her more salient features. But Ron is the worst. He has no self control at all. I am sure if she smiles at him, he would do anything she asks."

Harry grinned at her, "You know your brothers very well. I wonder how the prim and proper Percy would have reacted to her."

Ginny's famous Weasley temper surfaced, "That prat!" she spat, "If he ever comes back, he will face more than just my bat bogey hex." She sighed and commented frustratedly, "Sorry there Harry. I just get worked up about him. But I think he will loose all his stuck up attitude in front of Phlegm." Here she got a devious glint in her eye as she spoke, "Maybe we can use Phlegm to humiliate him. She has her uses after all."

"Hey loosen up. Percy is a git and he will come around sooner or later. If not, well his loss. Forget about him for now" he said soothingly, squeezing her shoulder to comfort her.

She placed her hand on his and squeezed back. "You are right. But… what is this Harry? From when are you wearing bracelets?", she asked spotting his magic masking bracelet.

"It doesn't look that bad, does it? I got it at a thrift store in Surrey. I thought I might try it", he asked.

"No, no. It actually looks good. I wondered when you acquired a taste for them that's all", Ginny complimented.

Harry chuckled nervously "That is the extent of my tasteful shopping. I still have no idea about any kind of clothes." Just as soon as he said that, an idea hit him. He could make some time with Fleur if he could somehow convince the Order to let him shop for his clothes with her. He could reason with them that if he shopped with her in muggle France, no one would recognize him. Since death eaters never operated out of England, he would be safe. No one would even think of it. Dumbledore might just allow it as he thought that he needed to make up to Harry for the last year's mistakes. He could also play the pity card by telling them that Dursleys had never taken him anywhere farther than London. The topic of Dursleys treatment of him would surely ensure Dumbledore's cooperation. He had admitted that Dursleys didn't treat him well.

Ginny and Harry talked a bit more on things regarding school and the Order. They had a pleasant time and resolved to do it often. They both found the company very fulfilling. Ron nagged Ginny and Hermione nagged both of them. It was fun teasing each other and simply talking about anything and everything.

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Harry made the request the next morning to Mrs. Weasley. After breakfast, Harry requested to speak with her for a few minutes.

"What is it dear? Did you need anything?" she asked softly.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley. I have outgrown all my cousin's clothes. Could you talk to the Order to arrange a shopping trip for me?"

She smiled and tried to discourage him, "It is too dangerous for you to be seen outside dear. If you give me your measurements, I could take care of it for you."

Shit! He hadn't thought of that. "Sorry Mrs. Weasley but I would like to buy my own clothes. I know it is not safe to shop in London. So I was thinking that maybe I could shop in muggle France? Voldemort", he ignored the flinch and continued, "and his death eaters wont be looking for me in muggle France. He concentrates on England doesn't he? So I will be safe there. Fleur informed me that she would be my guide."

Mrs. Weasley's face almost grimaced at the mention of Fleur but she held herself. "We shall have to see Harry. The Order is very busy. We cannot spare anyone."

Harry almost snorted when he heard that the Order was busy. "I know Mrs. Weasley. That is why I asked to go to France. No one would need to take care of me. Fleur would be there. I would also disguise myself so that no one recognizes me. It would seem like Fleur is returning to her home with her cousin before her wedding. It wouldn't suspicious at all." Seeing her protest even before she could voice it, he played the pity card, "Please Mrs. Weasley. I have never been shopping before. The Dursleys never bought me new clothes and they never took me anywhere farther than London. I have grown taller than my cousin and all his clothes don't fit me anymore. I have never gone on a vacation before. I don't want to be gone long either. Just for 3 or 4 days."

It worked! Her eyes teared up and hugged him. "Oh you poor dear! I will talk to the Order. I will make sure that you be allowed to go Harry. It is the least we could do."

Harry smirked within her embrace. Even Dumbledore couldn't outright refuse Mrs. Weasley if she was set on something. It wouldn't be long until he got permission.

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The very next day, Remus and Moody visited the Burrow. While Moody was talking to the Weasleys, Remus pulled Harry aside to talk.

"How are you Harry?" Remus asked kindly. Remus looked a bit more worn out than usual. The stress of war, lycanthropy and losing a friend seemed to be taking a bit of a toll on him.

"Better than you by the looks of it" Harry answered with a grin. "Seriously Remus, cheer up. Sirius would not have wanted you to rot away like this. He would have preferred a party in his honor instead of moping about like this."

Remus sighed "Yes, you are right. Sirius was like that." Remus then chuckled and said, "Here I am, the adult being comforted by the teen. It should have been the other way round."

Harry grinned and said "Adults do need a kick in their backside sometimes."

"So Harry, how did you do in your O.W.Ls?" Remus asked eagerly.

"Not bad. Got an O in defense, D in History, A in Astronomy, P in Divination and E in everything else. Say, how did my parents, Sirius and you do in your O.W.Ls?" Harry asked in return.

" James and Sirius more or less got the same as you but the subjects varied. Lily was always the top of our year. She got 5 Os and 4 Es. I got 4 Os, 3Es and 2 Ps. James being of Potter blood, had an affinity for Defense and Transfiguration. So he topped the class in those two subjects. Lily was good at Charms and other non wand subjects like Potions, Astronomy and Ancient Runes. She was the best at those subjects. I was good at magical theory like History, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures due to my condition. I was okay at defense too."

Remus now got a thoughtful look and said "You know, it is surprising how similar you and Sirius are. While James was good at Defense and shielding, Sirius was extraordinary at any kind of Offensive Magic and Dueling, just like you. Both of you had less than stellar childhoods. The most surprising thing is you both hate chocolate in any form, even ice cream."

"Pity us, who don't like Chocolate. Told by an addict called Remus" Harry quipped.

Remus continued as if he weren't interrupted, "I haven't told anyone but Seamus Finnegan told me at Kings Cross that you are a better capacity for hard liquor than even him. He struck up a conversation with me while we were waiting for you. He told me you prefer hard muggle liquor like Vodka, Whiskey and Rum just like Sirius. He also mentioned that you are stone cold sober even while all of them were finishing up. Sirius too was like that. He could outlast even me with my lycanthropic advantage. It is uncanny how similar you both are. You have your looks from James, eyes from Lily but everything else is from Sirius."

Harry drunk up whatever Remus told him. Personal information about his parents and the Marauders were hard to come by. Now that he thought about it, it was rather uncanny that he was so similar to Sirius in most aspects. He warned Remus jokingly, "Don't you dare say anything about me being the illegal love child of Sirius and my mother."

Remus laughed and said "Hey, Sirius might have been a ladies man but he would never interfere with Lily. James had her marked as his from before fourth year." He adopted a mock serious tone and said, "Now, being the only remaining Marauder, it falls to me to see that you are responsible. Lily would fry me for not stopping you, but Harry, I know how it goes on in school. Don't become dependent on liquor to drown your sorrows or sex to get a reprieve from everything. Apart from that, as a Marauder, I give you full permission to bed any willing lady and enjoy your time at Hogwarts. Do try to pull some pranks in memory of the Marauders."

Harry grinned and replied "Don't worry so much Remus. I plan to enjoy life like Sirius would have wanted me to. I let so many opportunities slip away the last two years but not anymore. With everything going on, I just know I will be very busy after I finish school. That is why, the last two years will be one hell of a joyride."

"Take care to maintain your grades Harry. It is also important", Remus urged worriedly.

Harry smirked and said mysteriously "You don't know what I am capable of Remus old boy. Wait and see."

Remus had a horrified look and he exclaimed "Tell me you didn't! You… you threw your O.W.Ls? I don't believe it!"

Harry had decided to let this slip because Remus was the last Marauder and he could confide a bit with him. He hoped to let Remus in a bit so that he could build a better relationship with him. He needed Remus on his side when he was ready to break away from Dumbledore. "Did you really expect me to be so dumb with my mother being so intelligent? You just now told me that even my father was brilliant in some subjects. I could have aced the O.W.Ls in all wand related subjects and even Potions. Hell, I believe I can take N.E.W.Ts in Charms, Transfiguration and Defense and pass with an E at least right now. Magic is easy for me Remus but I have no wish for my enemies to know that. O.W.Ls results are available to everyone. Everyone knows I am average in all classes except Defense. So, when I face Voldemort in my annual meeting, he will underestimate me. Quite an idea don't you think?" Harry asked with a wicked grin. He was also pleased when Remus did not flinch or wince when he uttered Voldemort.

Remus was still flabbergasted "But… but… You sneak! Cheeky little bugger, you are playing a prank on the whole world. Even the Marauders never managed to do this!" he exclaimed and laughed heartily.

"Remus please don't tell anyone. I want to shock even the people in the Order in my seventh year. Tell then let my prank continue", Harry implored.

Remus still laughing, replied "Sure Harry. If you need any help in any form, contact me. I would love to be a part of a prank of such a grand scale."

"Thanks Remus. I will if I need it."

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It was two weeks more before his trip could be arranged. It was decided that he could leave on July 24 and stay for 3 days in France. Fleur would be the only one accompanying him since more people would only arouse suspicion. Dumbledore okayed it and informed him through Mrs. Weasley.

In those two weeks, Harry had another brainwave. In the new books, Occlumency was a technique of building a wall around your memories so that other couldn't read your thoughts. It was a cumbersome process and it required the person to suppress most of his emotions. But he decided that he had been afforded enough time and incentive (death of Sirius) to master it. He could afford to show that he had mastered Occlumency. If Dumbledore asked, he could say that he had found a new way by accident and worked hard at it to master it. He could add that Sirius died for it and he could not take any more chances.

So, Harry blanketed all his memories with shadows. A powerful legilimens could part it to see memories. Hence, he kind of attached all his memories to the shadows. So if they tried to clear the shadows, they would clear the memories as well. It had the effect of shrouding his mind completely. Other than this, he combined the new Occlumency technique too. He decided to build an outer wall around his shadows. Since he didn't want to suppress his emotions, he took the muggle concept known as black holes and incorporated it. He made the shield to act in the reverse manner of a black hole. A black hole sucked in everything, no matter how much anyone resisted. But in reverse, it always kept pushing everything out. Shadows are infinite and that is what was being pushed out continuously. This also had an added benefit or not having to maintain shields magically like Snape did or actively keep his memories safe. It required no concentration at all and he could maintain it at all times unlike the practitioners of newer technique of Occlumency who could only maintain their shields for a short duration since it ate up their magic.

Physical exercises were continued. As expected, Mrs. Weasley asked him why he did it the first time he did it. He told her that it was a regular custom in the muggle world and it also helped him stay healthy. So, he had an approved reason to jog close to the Burrow every morning and evening. He stepped up his exercises to two times in a day since he couldn't read his Battle magic books. Besides, the extra workout helped him burn up all the food that Mrs. Weasley forced upon him.

He flew everyday after helping with the chores around the house. He talked and played with Ron and Hermione. He avoided talking about Sirius with Hermione and she was getting a bit too annoying. She had started to pester him about opening up to her as if she were a psychologist. He also talked to Ginny everyday without fail. It was one time of the day he could almost be himself. They harmlessly flirted with each other. Everyday, he jokingly told her she would be his one day and she would deny it vehemently. He laughed freely with her and almost forgot the burdens of being the Boy Who lived. He was a tad more peaceful when he was with her.

While interacting with Ginny on a daily basis, he realized something: Dumbledore wanted him to be protected and away from war for the time being. Eventually, he would be at the forefront of the war under him if he could not escape. After five years of obeying him and rolling with his manipulations, Dumbledore must have some confirmation that Harry would do as he asked. So instead of moping that he would not be allowed to go to war under him, Harry decided to let go. He really had nobody to call family anymore. He knew he had to take the war into his own hands. But until then, he would enjoy whenever he can without rousing suspicions. He would live and enjoy life and all that it offered. So, he could reasonably do what he wanted.

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The trip to France was amazing. It was arranged to be a 3 day trip from July 24. Ginny was not that happy about him going alone with Fleur. Even after Harry's many attempts to make Ginny like Fleur, she was still obstinate. She didn't like that Fleur rubbed in the fact that they were poor every now and then. He could hardly blame Ginny for that since Fleur was a bit of a rich, spoiled daughter. He would also miss Ginny's company but he was looking forward to some great sex.

France was his first trip outside of Surrey, London and Scotland. France was elegant and distinctive. Everything and everyone had an opinion on something. There was class in everything. Beauty was to be seen everywhere. There were no grummy looking places like in England. The weather was not murky and the Paris was not completely busy like London. Paris was the centre of fashion in every aspect. People wore and gossiped about the latest fashion in clothes, builders followed the latest, most extravagant style in construction. Even poor people had taste.

People were generally snobs in Paris. Harry understood that most of them were brought up in riches and were treated like princes and princesses. They were not rude per say, they were simply assured of their places in society. But they were hardly helpful in many matters. If you knew your way around Paris, you could get anything. Muggle Paris fascinated him with its many differences and beauty.

Fleur took him to the best shops and boutiques for everything. Everything was expensive but there were so many options to every little thing you could buy. Harry did not like thin materials that most preferred in France. Nor did he like that vibrant and garish colors. He preferred dark colors with trims or slight patterns instead of clothes covered completely covered in patterns. Fleur was very unhappy about his purchase since he did not have taste or imagination in them, but he put his foot down and refused to buy the atrocious clothes that she thought were fashionable.

The food was absolutely delectable. Most famous restaurants had courses for meals and wine was a given certainty. Personally Harry preferred hard liquor to wine but wine was the best combination to French food.

Language was a barrier for Harry. He had learnt several languages during his studies in the chamber of secrets but he never learnt French. The magical history of France was pretty young. The magical society of France started getting noteworthy only in the late 14 century. Before then, it was simply a veela haven. All the books in the chamber were over a millennium old and hence it had no French books. By the time France gained enough importance magically, many areas of magical study were already snuffed out. So, Harry had not learnt French and he did not want to risk going to the magical section to get the potion done or the ingredients to learn it. Besides, after these three days, he was not sure he was ever coming back to France again. France held no appeal to him other than business opportunities and food.

There was never a dull moment in the three days that Harry spent there. He just left his worries in England and had a grand time there. With a beautiful veela on your arm and kind of unlimited money, one could never be denied anything in Paris. They never ventured to the magical part of Paris in fear of being recognized. Muggle Paris had enough sights and places to keep them occupied throughout their visit. There wasn't much time to go see all the places in and around Paris but they did manage to scrap visits to quite a few museums and gardens.

Harry would never admit it to anyone, but pleasing a Veela in bed was just as pleasing to him. He let her charm worm into him a bit at the time of her orgasm. It was intensely arousing when one had enough self control. This in turn enabled him to pleasure her more times. Fleur did not want rough sex unless she was highly angry or irritated. She liked stretched out sexual sessions that lasted all through the night. He knew how to take his time and tease her into many orgasms before achieving his own fulfillment. Fleur would also use her Veela charm to arouse him when he was tired. This was one aspect that was not known to many people. The natural charm just drew people to Veela and enthralled them to impress the veela. A controlled burst of Veela charm aimed at specific areas of a brain would arouse their partners.

Fleur wanted a long goodbye and hence they rarely went beyond shopping and a little sight seeing. Most of the three days in Paris was spent in their hotel room having sex. She had decided not to go to her family chateau where her parents could keep an eye on her. She told him that she would tell the Order that it was easier to travel in the muggle world than risk being recognized in the magical part of Paris. Harry was sore during all the three days but he had never had such mind blowing sex. Fleur admired his control and utterly enjoyed the three days of unbridled sex. She was content and felt completely satiated.

Fleur told him that she was almost tempted to cancel the marriage to Bill and remain as his mistress or perhaps one of his wives. Seeing Harry's horrified look, she quickly assured him that she was really attracted to Bill and she would go ahead with the marriage. But that did not stop her from having sex whenever they could in Paris. She wanted Harry to fulfill some of her fantasies. He made love to her in the bathroom, on the dinner table, bed, sofa, balcony and every other place in their hotel room. Sex was a way of life for the veela and she told him that she was lucky enough to find a powerful and strong willed male to satisfy her. Her rather intense orgasms were thoroughly appreciated and Harry undoubtedly had the best three days of his life.