Fleur was waiting in the Burrow's living room for Bill to return. She'd left Harry right after their conversation so that the two of them could wrap their heads around what they'd both just discussed.
To be honest, Fleur felt giddy. Seeing Harry again and knowing that he still felt the love for her that she felt for him gave her hope that maybe things could still work out between them. There'd be hurdles and challenges ahead, but Fleur wasn't going to talk herself out of making the right decision again. She just had to listen to her heart.
But waiting for Bill let anxiety creep into her mind again. How was he going to take this? What about when she brought up Harry? Bill knew that she had an ex, but not that it was Harry. They never exactly talked about their exes openly. Still, maybe he had pieced the clues together. What would that do to the Weasley's, especially if she and Harry got back together?
Fleur didn't know, and it was that ignorance that took a weight off of her shoulders. She didn't know what the future held with this course of action, but she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
So, she waited in silence.
It didn't take long for Bill to return home. He came back well before his meetings normally ended, and he returned without either of his parents. Fleur heard the fireplace ignite and then the sounds of his footsteps in the kitchen. He let out an audible sigh and walked around a bit more, doing something in the kitchen before he finally started to walk to the living room.
Bill's face lit up in a bright smile when he saw her sitting on the couch. Fleur gave him a half-hearted smile in return, and that seemed to be enough for him.
"Hey," he said as he sat down beside her. He didn't hug or kiss her; he just squeezed her arm comfortingly and settled in beside her. "Have you been waiting here for me since I left?"
"No," Fleur answered. "I just came down here half an hour ago or so."
"Where're the others?" Bill asked.
"Out at a pond somewhere," Fleur said. "Listen, Bill, I need to talk to you about something."
The smile on Bill's face dimmed. He glanced down at his robes as his mouth twisted up. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
Fleur almost instinctively answered 'no', not wanting to hurt him, but she stopped herself at the last second by biting her tongue. All she could do was nod her head slowly in response.
Bill blew out the air from his lungs and grimaced. "I figured."
"I'm sorry," Fleur told him sincerely. Harry aside, she really wished that things could have worked out with Bill. "I just—"
"You don't have to explain yourself," Bill interrupted her. He reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope with a familiar script on the front of it. "I found your letter last night. It was still tied to Pigwidgeon when you passed out."
The letter! In the chaos of everything that had happened, Fleur had completely forgotten all about it. All of her frustrations, anger, and sadness had been poured into the countless breakup letters she'd written, and it had all been distilled into its most potent form in the latest draft she'd written a week into her stay at the Burrow after Bill left her again. It wasn't necessarily a brutal, cruel assessment of him, but it was direct and to the point. Fleur had wanted to make her feelings clear without being accusatory, but she supposed that it wouldn't lessen the sting much regardless.
"I didn't mean for you to read that," Fleur said quietly.
"I think you did," Bill replied gently. "It was tied to Pigwidgeon after all."
That was true, but who knows if she would have actually gone through with it. It wouldn't have been the first time that she tied one of these letters to an owl only to change her mind at the last minute, but Bill didn't need to know that. "You're right," she half-lied, still uncertain. "I suppose I did."
Bill sighed again. "I knew things weren't great between us, but I never knew that they got this bad. Or maybe I did and I just ignored it and pretended things were fine. I just kept running away, putting my work first. I'm sorry I didn't do right by you."
Her instinct was to tell him that it was okay, but it really wasn't. The months of hurt she'd endured to try to salvage their failing relationship had been one of the most challenging experiences in her life, and even now she was still dealing with the aftereffects of it. But, at least things were looking better now that Harry was here.
Bill stuffed the letter back into the inner pocket of his robes. "Once I read it, I realised that I had to make some drastic changes. Guess it was too late to make a difference though, huh?" He chuckled lightly at himself.
Fleur gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry. All of those feelings I used to have just . . ."
"Faded?"
Fleur nodded her head.
"Right. Guess distance doesn't always make the heart grow fonder," Bill chuckled again and shook his head. Suddenly, he was on his feet. "Look, I'm gonna get out of your hair for the night. I'm gonna go stay with some friends—"
"You can have your room back," Fleur interjected. "I'll go stay—"
"No," Bill interrupted. "It's more yours than it is mine now anyway. Besides, I just need to clear my head for a bit. I'll be back in a couple of days. I just want you to know that you're free to stay as long as you'd like here."
"Thank you," Fleur said quietly, but she wasn't sure if Bill heard her. He was already moving back into the kitchen, and Fleur waited in the living room until she heard the floo go off again.
Silently, she got to her feet and double checked that the kitchen was empty before she ventured upstairs. Despite Bill's assurance that she could stay here, she didn't want to stay any longer than she needed to. Without Bill here, she had no reason to remain. No one else wanted her here, except maybe Arthur—and Ron since he loved to stare at her body so much. She could rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron and hopefully find a flat to move into soon. She had enough savings that she could make it work, she hoped.
It didn't take long for her to pack up her room—magic made everything easy. All of her clothes, pictures, books, and work stuff were packed neatly into her large, multi-compartment trunk. Bill's room was left looking terribly bare after she packed up.
Finally, Fleur felt the sting of tears suddenly reach her eyes. Before she knew it, she was sobbing. It was like it had taken her several minutes before the reality of the situation set in: she was single again, having just broken up with a man who'd been willing to marry her, and she was leaving to go out into the world again without a clear path to guide her. There were so many unknowns, and despite the fact that her heart was telling her that this was right, it didn't make it any less terrifying.
It took a couple of minutes for the tears to subside. She'd already cried far too much today and the last few months for the sting of ending things with Bill to linger for long. But the hollow feeling in her heart that she'd expected to come after she broke up with Bill never arrived. Instead, her thoughts of Harry filled the void.
She wanted to talk to him; no, she needed to talk to him, but now wasn't the time. She was emotionally exhausted, and all she wanted to do right now was to have a good rest.
As far as restful places went, the Leaky Cauldron wasn't the worst place Fleur had been to. The bald proprietor, an old man named Tom, was kind enough when he set her up in a comfortable room on the second floor of the building. Her room overlooked the magical side of the pub, giving her a nice view right down Diagon Alley. He'd brought her some House, House Soup and some roasted hog that first night, though she'd taken to eating out at various magical and muggle restaurants in the days following. Tom had seemed a little disappointed at that, so Fleur made sure to always stop by for some afternoon tea where he'd ply her with tiny pies and cups of delicate teas.
Although Fleur hadn't been happy living at the Burrow, it still hurt to leave it behind. It had been a temporary home for her, and Arthur had been pleasant company. Her room at the Leaky Cauldron was definitely nicer than the one she shared with Bill at his house, but she missed the feeling of being in a place that held so many wonderful memories for the one she loved.
At least she'd find somewhere new to make her own memories. On her third day away from the Burrow, she'd gone to a real estate broker to search for a permanent place for her to stay. There were several small cottages along the coast that were available, and although Fleur was still in the middle of touring them, she was sure that she'd buy one of them. She'd never lived on the coast before, but she'd enjoyed the crisp, salty air and the stunning landscape around her. It would wipe out her savings completely and leave her spending most of her pay paying off her house for the next few years, but it was worth it; Fleur didn't intend on leaving England anytime soon, so she figured that it was better to put down roots now.
Honestly, things were going better than Fleur had expected. She vividly remembered her breakup with Harry and how inconsolable she'd been that summer, but other than one bad evening, Fleur had been handling herself quite well. Perhaps it was because of the slow decay her relationship with Bill had undergone, but she didn't feel quite so sad after a week and a half had gone by.
It was this notable lack of sadness that had encouraged Fleur to invite Harry out to lunch.
She still remembered the way her hands trembled when she had written out her invitation to him. She'd gone through half a dozen sheets of parchment before she finally settled on a letter that she was happy with. She'd sent it off before her self doubt could stop her from doing it.
And now she was waiting for him. Tom had set aside a quiet table at the back of the pub for her, and Fleur had been waiting there nervously for the last half an hour, waiting for the predetermined time she'd arranged for him to come meet her at.
The Leaky Cauldron was quite busy given that it was lunchtime, but that didn't stop Fleur from spotting Harry the second he stumbled out of the floo. It was cute the way he had to catch himself on the back of a chair to steady himself, but he didn't look embarrassed at his mistake. Instead, his eyes immediately began searching the pub for her.
Fleur carefully directed her allure and gave Harry's magic a gentle touch. He immediately looked in her direction and smiled.
Fleur's mouth dried out as Harry walked through the crowd of people to get to her. He was dressed casually, just in a set of simple black robes with green lining that matched the shade of her beautiful eyes. It looked like he had tried to smooth out his hair, but even with it being much shorter than it had been in his fourth year, it was still slightly unruly. He looked incredibly handsome, and Fleur knew that she wanted him to be hers again. She was going to rectify her mistake.
"Hi," Harry said quietly as he slipped into the booth opposite Fleur. He looked just as nervous as she felt. She couldn't even begin to imagine the terrible things Molly and Ginny must have said about her after she broke up with Bill, or how Harry felt about it all knowing that there was still something between him and her.
"Hi," Fleur replied in kind. She'd given today a lot of thought in her mind, and she was determined to not be scared anymore. "I've missed you," she told him honestly.
Harry looked a little caught off guard, almost like he couldn't actually believe that was going on in front of him was real. As if to confirm the truth, he tapped her foot beneath the table with his, just like they did the first night they saw each other again at the Burrow. "I was scared that you were going to go back to France," Harry admitted quietly. "After you left the Burrow, no one knew where you were until I got your letter.
"Sorry," Fleur cringed. "I wanted to give both of us a bit of space so that we could reflect on things, you know. Everything I felt when I saw you again was just so intense, and I wanted to make sure that they were real and not just some silly infatuation."
"And?" Harry asked, desperation lacing his voice.
Fleur smiled brightly at him and reached her hand across the table. "It's still here."
Harry let out a sigh of relief and placed his hand on top of hers. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and took a deep breath. "I'm glad," he smiled back at her. "After you told me how you felt about me and Bill, I was worried that you'd change your mind."
"I wouldn't do that, Harry," Fleur said passionately. "Not again."
"I know," Harry replied. "And I want you to know that I want things to work out between us. I don't think I ever really moved on from you."
Merlin, she couldn't believe that she had thrown away such a perfect man before. At least she wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
"I don't want anyone else but you," Fleur told Harry. "I love you."
The bright smile that graced Harry's lips sent butterflies through Fleur's belly. He looked so truly happy at her words. All she had to do now was live up to the happiness that she was promising him.
"Ms Delacour," Tom said before offering a toothless smile as he approached their table. "And Mr Potter. Would the two of you care for some lunch?"
Fleur watched happily as Harry smiled at Tom and placed his order. Even just the little mundane things like this seemed electric with her love around. He seemed to glow despite the gloom of the dark corner they were sitting in, and every little movement of his body drew in her gaze. It was all so much that it took Harry saying her name before she realised that he had already placed his order and they were waiting on her.
"Sorry," Fleur blushed lightly.
"Not to worry," Tom laughed quietly. "I've seen lots of folks on dates in here, though few looked as smitten as you were when Mr Potter was placing his order."
Harry had an amused look on his face, but there was something more there too. It was almost like pride or confidence in the fact that Fleur had been shamelessly staring at him.
"I'll have whatever Harry's having," Fleur ordered simply. Knowing his habits, it was likely to be a pie of sorts with a butterbeer, both of which suited her just fine.
"Of course," Tom nodded his head. "I'll send it over when it's done."
"Thanks," Harry waved the man off as he returned to his place behind the bar. Then, he turned back to Fleur. "Have you been staying here then?"
"Mm hmm," Fleur confirmed. "I've got a room here for now, though I've been looking at buying a small house for myself."
"Back in France?" Harry asked.
Fleur shook her head. "Here, in England," she answered. Harry immediately perked up like he'd just taken a Pepperup Potion. "I plan on sticking around for a while yet."
"England hasn't lost its charm yet?" Harry replied teasingly.
"Not entirely," Fleur said coyly, eyeing Harry closely. "There's still a man here I need to spend a lot more time talking with before I'd ever consider leaving."
"Bully for him," Harry quipped sarcastically.
Fleur rolled her eyes and playfully kicked his feet under the table. "I'm talking about you."
Harry chuckled and quickly moved his feet out of the way from any follow-up strikes. "I know, I'm sorry. This is all still so strange to me. After you left . . . after you left, I never moved on from you. I used to dream about you coming back. I guess reality is conflicting with the way I imagined things would go in my head."
Fleur tilted her head to the side. "And how did you imagine this would happen?"
"There was a lot more snogging for one," Harry laughed. For just a moment, Fleur considered reaching across the table and grabbing Harry's head to pull his mouth against hers to fulfil his dream, but she second guessed herself as the moment passed and Harry continued. "It was all just very dramatic. There weren't any complicated emotions involved. Everything just felt right, you know? And we'd just end up back together again."
What a wonderful dream; as Harry spoke, Fleur's mind dreamt up a perfect image: the two of them were stood atop a flower-covered hillside, the sun just beginning to set behind Harry as she professed her undying love for him, and he welcomed her into his arms with an easy-going smile and a sweet kiss. It would be perfect.
Maybe there'd still be time for that one day, once they'd grown more comfortable with each other again.
"There's no reason we can't go right back to that," Fleur suddenly suggested. "I know that we have a lot to go through first, but I don't want you to think for a second that I'm not serious about getting back together with you."
"I know," Harry replied seriously. "And I want to get back with you too."
Fleur flashed him a brilliant smile. Harry opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted as their meals floated over to the table.
Two meat-filled pies landed in front of each of them alongside two baskets of chips. The flaky pastry was topped with a rich, dark gravy, and there was a chilled glass of butterbeer. It wasn't the type of food Fleur would have normally ate, but she'd become accustomed to the heavy dishes that the English preferred.
By the time the food settled on the table, the moment had passed, and Harry and Fleur both began to eat. They talked of simple things: what they'd been up to since they last saw each other, recent events in Britain, and even the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. It was nice and familiar to Fleur and yet utterly riveting. Talking with Harry was like a treat in and of itself, regardless of the subject matter. Fleur eagerly drank in every expression that crossed Harry's face, every sound he made, grateful to have him here with her again.
The meal passed by in a flash, and before long, the two of them had pushed away their plates and were sipping down the last of their butterbeers. However, even though it had been a wonderful time, Fleur could sense a growing anxiety in Harry.
"So, where do we go from here?" Harry asked. The desperation in his tone was evident. He didn't want her disappearing for a couple weeks again; he wanted a concrete plan in place. Well, Fleur wasn't going to leave him hanging again.
"A first date seems like the right next step," Fleur answered.
Harry glanced down at their empty plates and then gestured to the room around them. "I thought that this was going to be our first date."
Fleur crinkled her nose and shook her head. "No," she replied firmly. "We have to do something more exciting than having pub fare."
"I'll have you know that I like pub food," Harry replied teasingly as he tossed one of his chips onto her plate.
Fleur giggled quietly and rolled her eyes. "I'd forgotten how English you are."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Fleur's eyes glistened with mirth. "Only sometimes."
The corners of Harry's lips quirked upwards. "And I suppose the French are completely superior to us, right?"
"Your words," Fleur shrugged. She'd forgotten how easy it was to banter back and forth with him like this. All those lazy afternoons at the far end of the Black Lake had been some of the happiest days in her final year. They'd just lounge around, nibbling on whatever snacks he'd managed to snag from the Hogwarts's kitchen, and talk about anything and everything. It was fun making fun of him, and Harry always gave it back as good as he got it.
But this teasing had something different to it than it did back then. There was an electric undercurrent, a tension between them that signalled that they both wanted something more. Fleur had felt it when she had reunited with Harry, but this time she was going to pull away from it, and Harry didn't seem interested in losing this chance either.
"It's too bad that we don't have a way to prove it," Harry retorted, leaving the unspoken implication dangling for Fleur to decide whether or not she wanted to grab hold of it or not.
Fleur hummed and leaned forward carefully, making sure to push up her chest enough that her cleavage would be all the more noticeable to Harry's eyes. Naturally, he couldn't help sneak a peek down the front of her robes, and unlike how she felt whenever Ron or the other men at Gringotts looked at her body, Harry's gaze excited her.
"I have an idea for how we could settle this," Fleur suggested, batting her eyelashes sultrily at Harry so that he didn't misinterpret her intentions.
A hungry look filled Harry's eyes. "How?" He asked her.
Fleur smiled and stood up from her seat. "Come with me." She grabbed a few galleons from her pocket and dropped them on the table beside her and Harry's empty plates as Harry got to his feet. Then, she grabbed his hand forcefully and led him over to the staircase that led up to the rooms. She locked eyes with Tom as she passed, and he gave her a respectful nod and went to clean up their vacated table.
Harry was quiet as they climbed the staircase. Fleur wondered if he was staring at her arse, so she added a little extra sway to her hips as she walked.
Upon reaching her room, Fleur quickly unlocked the door and ushered Harry inside.
Ever since she saw him, Fleur had expected that she was going to be the one to pounce on Harry. After all, she remembered him as the sweet, quiet boy back when they'd been at Hogwarts. While his physical maturation was obvious at first glance, it was much harder for her to pick up on his mental shift from a boy to a man.
That was why she was so caught off guard when, after closing the door, Harry pinned her up against it and started kissing her with what seemed like three years worth of bottled-up passion.
The kiss was like a whirlwind. Butterflies started swirling around her belly and a familiar pool of heat started to grow between her thighs. Harry's body was pressed firmly up against her, and it was like she could feel every inch of his muscled body touching all of her weak points that made her want to melt into a puddle.
In contrast with the hard strength of his body, Harry's kiss was surprisingly delicate given how fiercely he was kissing her. His lips were soft despite being demandingly pressed against hers. His tongue was dancing around the inside of her mouth, but he had no issue with letting Fleur's tongue take the lead when she wanted. It was everything she remembered Harry's kisses were like but somehow even better.
Harry pulled away breathlessly, keeping his face barely inches away from his as his beautiful green eyes stared into her. "I needed that."
Merlin, the purr that came out of Fleur's chest was involuntary, but it reflected her feelings on the matter perfectly. "So did I," she told him. "But I'm gonna need a lot more of that before we're through."
This time, Fleur kissed Harry first. She pushed off against the door and forced Harry onto the backfoot as she guided him blindly through her room. He walked in time with her steps, never once opening his eyes or breaking contact between their lips until the back of his legs smacked against the edge of her bed. Fleur practically fell on top of Harry, forcing his back down onto her bed. Fleur mounted him then and kept up the kiss.
Fleur was pleased when she felt the stirring in Harry's trousers. His cock was stiffening beneath her right thigh, and she encouraged its growth by pressing down on it and rocking back and forth. Harry growled into the kiss, but Fleur didn't stop her little motions. She wanted him to feel good, and she wanted him to take control. As much as she enjoyed being the one on top, she knew that letting Harry take charge would be something truly special.
But she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
Fleur kept grinding herself against Harry's cock, feeling her panties dampen as her juices started to leak out of her. Harry's hands came up to touch her. He was careful at first, almost as though his touch would put a stop to all of this if he hit the wrong spot. He started at her upper back, but after a few seconds of rubbing, he started working his way down lower. His fingertips ghosted past her waist and onto her hips before descending down to her arse.
Fleur thought that Harry's tentativeness was cute, but she wasn't going to put up with it for long. Without breaking the kiss, she drew her wand and tapped Harry's side.
Suddenly, all of Harry's clothes vanished. He yelped in surprise, but that sound turned into a groan as Fleur rubbed her thigh along his uncovered cock. His hips bucked up against her and his hands clamped down on her arse.
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry exclaimed as she pulled her face away with a mischievous grin on her lips. "Warn a bloke next time, yeah?"
"It wouldn't be as fun then," Fleur teased him, briefly dipping her mouth down to his neck to kiss him there. He squirmed beneath her excitedly as he breathed heavily into her ear. "You're mine now to do with as I wish, just like I'm yours."
Harry stilled beneath her. "So, I'm free to do what I want to you?"
"Of course," Fleur's sultry reply came. "But—"
Fleur didn't get to finish her sentence as Harry suddenly flipped her over. She'd been so sure that she had him safely pinned down that she hadn't expected this—it seemed that his muscles weren't just for show. Harry rolled over on top of her as she landed on her back. He was right in between her thighs, pressing his bare cock against her crotch. She still had her clothes on, so the effect wasn't as powerful as it could have been, but just seeing his massive cock right where it was going to disappear inside of her was turning her on like nothing else.
"This is what I want," Harry told Fleur plainly.
His words made Fleur's entire body tremble. He sounded strong, powerful, and she felt so desired by him. "Then take it," she replied breathlessly.
"First," Harry began, handing back her wand that had gotten lost in the exchange. "Get rid of your clothes."
Fleur didn't hesitate to obey his command. Every inch of her being was begging her to do this to see what incredible pleasures it could bring. She pressed the tip of her wand against her side and silently cast the same spell as before.
As all of her clothes vanished, Harry's eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. Fleur knew that she had an incredible body. From her perky, full breasts to her flat belly to her perfect arse, she was every man's dream. But Fleur didn't care what anyone else thought about her body; all that mattered was what Harry felt, and from the way he was looking at her, he was thoroughly impressed.
"Well?" Fleur prompted him as her hand came up and cupped her left breast. She tweaked her nipple in between her fingers, wincing at the mixture of pleasure and pain that shot through her. "Are you going to take what you want or what?"
"You're beautiful," Harry suddenly blurted out, unable to contain himself.
Fleur's breathing hitched in her throat. That hadn't been what she'd expected him to say. She'd been expecting a comment on how sexy she looked or on a particular part of her body—a comment that she very much would have enjoyed hearing from Harry—but she hadn't expected the sound of pure love in his tone as he basked in her naked glow. There was lust in there too, but the love was what was really shinning through. This wasn't just a shag for him; it was something more.
Fleur had to blink her eyes rapidly to stop herself from crying. How had she ever let such a wonderful man go?
"Thank you," Fleur replied sincerely. She licked her lips. "Kiss me."
Harry didn't hesitate in bringing their lips together as he leaned over her body. The most incredible spark of delight shot through Fleur as she showed Harry just how much his words meant for her. Her fingers ran wildly through his hair and then down his back, touching every inch of him that she could. Her hands kept going lower as their tongues battled between their lips until she eventually reached his waist. Fleur fumbled around for Harry's cock and guided it towards her sopping wet entrance. Harry reacted on instinct and pushed forward against her tight flower.
As the head of Harry's cock parted her lower lips, Fleur moaned into the kiss. She'd never experienced anything as incredible as her true love's touch like this, but it was incredible. Harry seemed just as overwhelmed by the incredible physical sensations that he was experiencing. It took him a few seconds to start pushing forward again, but he quickly halted when he felt a barrier inside of her.
Harry pulled back from the kiss, a question in her eyes and on his lips, but Fleur answered before he could ask it.
"No. Bill and I were never together like this," she told him as she stared deep into his eyes. "We were planning on waiting until marriage to make sure that we were right for each other. But now I know who's right for me, and I don't want to waste a second pretending that I want anything less than all of you to myself."
"I love you, Fleur," Harry said softly before he kissed her again.
Fleur felt so warm and protected as Harry's body bared down against hers. She felt him shifting his weight on the bed but didn't realise what he was doing until he started to press his hips forward again. She felt her walls widening to accommodate his girth and then a slight sting as he hit her barrier again. Then, he pushed forward, and Fleur felt a warm rush of heat and pain as her hymen was torn. She wrapped her arms around his back and clung to him as the pain flared inside of her before beginning to subside. Throughout it all, Harry remained still inside of her, just kissing her softly to help her through this.
When the pain faded to a dull ache that blended with the pleasure she was feeling from her love being inside of her, Fleur rocked her hips against Harry's. It took a couple more attempts before he got the hint and started moving inside of her again. He pushed forward, sinking deeper inside.
To Fleur, the sensation of being filled by something so hot and thick was satisfying in a way she had never experienced before. The act of being stretched out like this was like scratching an itch she didn't know that she had, and the fullness left her feeling satisfied and happy. She could feel her pussy moulding to the shape of Harry's cock, and it made her happy that she had saved her first time to be with him.
Harry bottomed out inside of her after a few more seconds of pushing. She felt the head of his cock bump against her cervix, but he didn't try to push through it thankfully. Instead, he rested there for a few more seconds, breaking the kiss so that he could breathe and get ready for what was to come.
The second that Harry started to pull his cock back, Fleur wanted to grab his arse and slam him back inside of her. It didn't hurt or feel bad when he pulled his hips back, but it just didn't feel as right as it did when he buried inside of her. Still, there were some perks to it. As he pulled back, Fleur's nerves were alight with pleasure at every little spot he touched. It felt great, but she knew that it was just the interlude before the real pleasure returned.
Harry couldn't pull his hips all the way. Fleur realised this when he stopped when he was halfway out of her. His thighs were trembling and his breathing was quickening again.
"Harry?" She asked, worrying that something was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"Mm hmm," Harry said with a jerky nod. "You just . . . ugh, you feel really good."
A flush of pride ran through Fleur's chest. "Good. I want you to feel that way."
"I'm not gonna last long like this though."
That didn't matter to her in the slightest. She hadn't ever expected her first time to last very long given what she'd heard from other Veela about their lovers finishing the moment they stuck themselves inside of them—by that metric, Harry was already doing wonderfully. Besides, it wasn't as though this was the only time they'd ever have sex. At least, Fleur hoped it wasn't.
"Don't worry about that," Fleur said comfortingly to Harry, brushing her hand down his cheek softly. "I want you to enjoy yourself."
"But what about you?" Harry asked with a grimace. "Don't you want to enjoy yourself too?"
"I am," Fleur quickly assured him with a giggle. "Do you want me to tell you how amazing your cock feels inside of me? The way you stretch me out and make me full so damn full? How wet I am for you? How close I am to screaming out your name?"
Harry's body shook harder and he closed his eyes to try to refocus himself. "Merlin," he muttered.
"Let yourself go," Fleur said before planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."
Suddenly, Harry jerked his hips forwards and slammed back inside of her. It was enough to knock the wind out of her lungs, and it left in the form of a loud moan. Fleur sagged back against the bed and stretched her arms well above her head, giving Harry the perfect view of her breasts as they jiggled on her chest. He seemed torn between staring at them and the look of pleasure that overcame Fleur's face at his sudden thrust.
Taking Fleur's advice to heart, Harry did as she suggested and let himself set a pace that quickly had both of them moaning in pleasure. He slid back and forth inside of her hot, wet passage with usually smooth motions. Fleur did her best not to tighten up her walls around his cock too much, but sometimes the pleasure got so intense for her that she couldn't help it. It was those moments of added tightness that made Harry's thrusts momentarily erratic until she relaxed again.
"Yes, Harry," Fleur cried out as he slammed into her harder than before. She had clamped down on his cock, and his reply had been to ram forward. It had stung just a little, but the pleasure at the sudden change in pace outshone it easily. "More," she practically begged.
Harry did as she bade and moved faster as he pulled back and then thrust forward into her. Fleur's hands balled into fists as another jolt of pleasure had her squirming beneath Harry. She moaned again, and it grew in strength when Harry grabbed onto one of her breasts and squeezed it. It felt incredible being desired by him like this, and it only fanned the flames of Fleur's own desire for him even higher.
"Fleur," Harry groaned. "I'm so fucking close."
"Do it," Fleur replied breathlessly. "Finish inside of me, Harry. Please, I want it so badly."
A deep, wordless groan rattled out of Harry's throat as he made his final thrusts. He slammed into her harder and harder until an explosion of wetness filled her.
It was that trigger that set Fleur off.
As Harry came inside of her, buried to the hilt in her pussy, Fleur's own senses exploded as a wave of ecstasy overtook her. It was like she was suddenly seeing stars as the room spun around her. An incredible cry of pleasure left her lips and her pussy clamped down hard on Harry's cock before falling into a pulsing pattern that helped to milk out every last drop of cum he had inside of her.
Harry's body collapsed on top of hers as he rocked his hips against her, and Fleur just latched on tight to him. Her orgasm made every part of her so much more sensitive. The feeling of his chest against breasts and his warm breath misting across her neck was electrifying. He kissed her then, and Fleur lost herself in his touch.
As her pleasure finally reached its peak, Fleur had a realisation.
This was what true love felt like.
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