Fleur and Harry were dancing atop a flower-covered hillside somewhere in France. Her flowing white dress flared out as she spun around into Harry's arms. He blew a few strands of Fleur's blond hair out of his mouth, laughing happily all the while. Then, as a gust of wind sent a flurry of flower petals past the camera's view, Harry kissed Fleur.

Fleur set the photograph down as the couple inside of it waved happily at her. Her slightly younger self was beaming with pride, cosied up against Harry's chest, while Harry's eyes shined full of life. He kept whispering something to the Fleur in the photograph and planting kisses on the top of her head, but his eyes kept glancing back at Fleur. The two of them looked so blissful together.

"Thinking about happy days?" Harry's familiar voice spoke from behind her. His arms snaked around her waist and he kissed the top of her head just like he did in the photograph.

"Just a little bit," Fleur smiled happily as she glanced up at Harry. He was slightly older now than he was in the photograph but no less handsome. "Gabrielle has been hounding me about where we took our trip in France."

Harry shook his head and chuckled. "You still won't tell her?"

"Nope," Fleur giggled quietly, glancing back at the photograph. "I like knowing that we had a place all to ourselves for a while. It feels like telling other people would spoil it somehow. I know it doesn't make much sense . . ."

"I understand it perfectly," Harry assured her as he shifted his weight back and forth between his feet, making it feel like the two of them were dancing slowly to a beat that only Harry could hear. "Why do you think I wanted to move to our own private coastline?"

That had been one of Fleur's favourite decisions that they'd made together. Barely a month after they'd gotten together again, they'd found an isolated house on the southern shores of England after finding a few potential homes that were ruined because of the neighbour's curiosity over the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. There were massive tracts of meadows around the house that led down to awe-inspiring cliffs along the sandy shoreline. The house wasn't particularly grand or fancy, but it was an adorable cottage that they both fell in love with at first sight. They'd put a down payment on the house right away, in part thanks to Sirius, Harry's godfather, and moved in soon after. Ever since then, they'd been living here comfortably.

"Gabrielle will get over it eventually," Fleur sighed. "It'll be easier once she has someone of her own to make memories with."

"That day can't come fast enough," Harry chuckled. "Remember when we were with your family down in Nice and—"

Fleur groaned at the horrid memory, which only made Harry laugh harder. "A veela's maturation process can make them do unpredictable things," she reminded him.

"Her trying to join me in the shower was a bit more than 'unpredictable.'"

Gabrielle had gotten quite the tongue lashing from Fleur and their mum over that little stunt. Harry had been horrified until Fleur's dad had laughed it off and took him out to a bar to explain a few things about veela to him. Gabrielle had been apologetic afterwards—though, not very sincerely by Fleur's estimation. After the maturation process passed though, Gabrielle had become genuinely embarrassed over her little stunt.

"We'll see how funny you find it once you have veela daughters of your own," Fleur replied.

Harry's eyes shot wide open. "Are you—"

"No, I'm not pregnant," Fleur interjected quickly, mirth sparkling in her eyes. "But, you have said how much you want kids once we're married."

Harry smiled at her. "Is this your way of proposing?"

"Oh no, you're not allowed to joke about that." Fleur narrowed her eyes at him and spun around, poking his chest with her index finger. "Even after I made it clear that I'd be more than happy to propose, you insisted that you were going to be the one to propose."

"Yeah, well, you did break up with me," Harry teased her. "So, I think I'm entitled to joke here and there."

"You can't bring that up to excuse everything you want to do!"

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"And you're the ultimate arbiter of our arguments?"

"If you haven't figured that out by now, I wonder where your head's been at for the entirety of our relationship."

When Harry purposefully glanced down at her chest with that stupid, cocky smirk on his lips, Fleur just threw her hands up in exasperation. "Really?"

"Is it so wrong to spend my days basking in my girlfriend's beauty?" Harry asked as his smirk grew larger.

"Sweet talk won't save you," Fleur retorted.

"Save me from what exactly?"

"From this," Fleur said as she closed the gap between them and kissed him hard. Even when they were playfully bickering, he still found a way to be the most annoyingly attractive man in the world. Sometimes, she swore that he tried to rile her up just to get her to kiss him. Whenever things got passionate between them, whether through love or anger, it almost always ended up leading to the two of them finding the nearest bedroom.

Harry's hands found her plump arse and he gave her a squeeze as he kissed her back. "You're right, I'm sorry for using the fact that you broke up with me, only to realise how wrong you were and beg for me to come back to you, to tease you."

"And yet, you're going to do it again anyway," Fleur pointed out.

Harry laughed. "I will for as long as it leads to moments like this."

"You're insufferable."

"I know."

Fleur couldn't help but giggle at him. "Alright, enough of this. You've got to go get changed for supper; we don't want to leave my parents and Sirius waiting for too long."

"We won't," Harry assured her, "but I've got something for you first."

"Oh?" Fleur hummed, raising an eyebrow.

Then, just like one of those cheesy muggle magicians he'd taken her to see once, he reached behind his back and pulled out a bouquet of flowers out of the air.

Fleur snorted and rolled her eyes but accepted the bouquet of roses and lilies and various other flowers. "They're very pretty; thank you." She eyed him suspiciously, wondering what he was up to with this. He usually only gave her gifts on special occasions or in the spur of the moment when they were out somewhere.

"I'm not done yet," Harry grinned. He reached into his robes and pulled something else out, cradling it carefully as he brought it into view.

When she saw that small box that fit in the palm of his hand, Fleur instantly realised what was happening. "You'd better not be playing a joke on me," she warned him, not believing for a second that Harry would be so cruel as to joke about something like this.

"I've been holding onto this for months now, waiting for just the absolute perfect time," Harry said as he ran his thumb over the soft, velvet-covered box. "And I don't know if that perfect time is ever going to come, but I do know that I don't want to spend another day waiting for this moment."

Slowly, Harry dropped to one knee and cracked open the box. Inside was a thin pink-gold band, engraved with her name inside of it, and a large, round emerald at the top, surrounded by small diamonds.

Fleur gasped, recognising the ring immediately. "Is this—"

"Yes," Harry confirmed, not leaving her to wonder. "Your mum said you'd always dreamed of wearing your grandmother's ring ever since you were little. I had it resized and cleaned up a bit, but otherwise it's the same ring."

Fleur couldn't believe it. "It's beautiful."

"Fleur," Harry began, drawing her attention back up to him. "I love you so much, and I can't imagine not being with you for the rest of my life. Would you do me the honour of marrying me."

"Of course!" Fleur exclaimed, tackling Harry with a hug, sending both of them and the bouquet to the floor. She peppered his face with kisses and tears as she squeezed him tightly. He was hugging her back just as hard and beaming with happiness.

When Fleur finally pulled back, the two of them got back up to their feet and Harry pulled out the ring. Fleur held out her left hand, still in disbelief that this was finally happening, and Harry slid the ring onto her finger.

"It's perfect," Fleur gushed as she brought the ring close to her eyes to inspect it. It was just as flawless as she remembered it being when she first saw it on her grandmother's hand.

"You deserve only the best," Harry told her.

Fleur had always been unusually attracted to Harry. There was just something about him that drew her in and captivated her like no other. When he was in her mind, it was like everyone else just faded from view. And in this moment, Fleur couldn't help but think that all of her attraction towards Harry was nothing compared to what she felt right now. He was handsome and perfect and hers, and she wanted him.

"Take me," Fleur demanded breathlessly. She saw the familiar spark of fire and passions in Harry's eyes that she was sure was reflected in her own.

"Don't we have to get to supper?"

"I don't care; I want you."

Moving with unusual speed, Harry grabbed onto her hips and lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing. Fleur immediately wrapped her limbs around him and started kissing him fiercely as he staggered towards their bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot and quickly pinned her up against the nearest wall so that he could free up one of his hands to search for his wand.

Fleur relished in the sensation of the cool ocean air on her bare skin as all of her clothes vanished off of her body; it contrasted so well with the warmth of Harry's naked body against her. His cock was already hard and prodding against her belly, but both knew that it wasn't going to stay there for long.

If there was one thing that the couple had mastered since they'd been together, it was sex. After their first time together, barely a day went by where Harry didn't end up inside of one of Fleur's holes. It was something that they both truly loved, but Fleur knew that today was going to be something special.

Fleur didn't even need to guide Harry's cock to her pussy; his practised movements with his hips and legs allowed him to adjust himself while keeping Fleur in place against the wall. It only took a few seconds to position himself against her wet lower lips.

"Yes," Fleur hissed as Harry pushed inside of her. No matter how many times they fucked, she never ceased to be amazed by how nice and thick he felt inside of her. Her inner walls were forcibly stretched around him in the most pleasurable way, and she was filled with the same satisfying fullness that never seemed to be able to quite satiate her appetite for Harry's love. Fleur was fine with that though; it meant that she was always desperate for more of Harry, and he was always happy to deliver.

Harry bottomed out inside of her and wriggled his hips, getting adjusted to this position, and the feeling of his cock stirring around inside of her pussy made Fleur moan. It felt like his cock was testing the limits of what her body could take. In response, her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, making Harry hiss.

"Merlin," he groaned as he adjusted his grip on her arse, squeezing those two pillowy cheeks in his hands. "Warn me first next time if you're gonna tighten up like that. I don't want to cum in you too quickly now."

Fleur kissed his cheek and leaned in close to his ear to whisper to him. "Well, you wanted kids after we got married, right? We could get started on that right now."

Harry's wide-eyed gaze fell on Fleur's grinning face. "Are you serious?"

"Of course," Fleur answered. "I've been ready for marriage and having children with you for a while now. I want to start our family as soon as possible."

"People would talk if you're pregnant at our wedding," Harry pointed out.

"Let them talk," Fleur smiled. "Or, if you're really worried about it, then let's not drag out our engagement."

"I'd marry you right now if I could," Harry told her honestly.

Fleur laughed. "With your cock in me? What a sight that would be."

Harry laughed along too. "It wouldn't be the worst story I've heard about a veela wedding. Your dad told me about some wild ones he's heard about."

"We certainly won't be having an orgy at ours," Fleur laughed again. "Or having sex in front of all of the guests. But we can worry about the details of our wedding later. Right now, all I want to focus on is us."

"Like this?" Harry asked with that teasing smile of his as his fingers brushed across her clit. Even with that gentle of a touch, it was nearly enough to make Fleur orgasm right then and there. He knew how damn sensitive she got when she had his cock inside of her pussy, and he always loved to tease her like this. Fleur had to bite down on her cheek to stop herself from exploding.

"Too much," Fleur whimpered.

Harry's hand retreated and he planted a kiss on her neck. "I want you screaming by the end of this," he murmured.

Fleur curled her toes as she regained her senses. "You won't need to wait till the end," she assured him.

"Good," Harry said as he started to pull his hips back, sliding his cock out of her tight hole. Her pussy tried to tighten up around his cock again to stop him from leaving, but she was so wet that it wasn't too hard for him to fight against her body's natural urges.

The second that just the tip of his cock was all that was left inside of her, Harry rammed his hips forward, practically fucking the air out of Fleur's lungs. She gasped as her pussy screamed in pleasure as it writhed around Harry's cock. It still amazed her as to how quickly he could make her body beg for his touch like this.

As Harry started to set a smooth rhythm, Fleur basked in the sheer pleasure of being fucked like this. Being pinned up against the wall left her completely helpless to whatever Harry wanted, and it was that helplessness that turned her on so damn much. It was her man who was setting the pace, completely dominating her, and bringing her unspeakable pleasure. Each thrust he made inside of her only turned her on more and more.

"Harry," Fleur breathed his name out like a prayer. Her head lolled back against the wall as he kept pounding into her with manly grunts that exuded sex appeal.

"Yes, my love?" He panted.

"I love you."

Fleur gasped as Harry suddenly rammed himself hard inside of her and pressed his torso up against hers. He panted into her ear as he grinded his body against hers. "You don't know how happy it makes me every time you say that," he told her.

"You're doing a good job of showing it," Fleur moaned. His chest kept rubbing her sensitive nipples around, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "But I want to show you how happy you make me too."

"What did you have in mind?" He asked.

"You are on your back and me on top of you."

Harry gave her a wicked grin. "That sounds wonderful."

Suddenly, Fleur felt Harry take on her full weight as he removed her back from the wall. He carried her all the way over to the bed, where he fell backwards onto it.

As Fleur landed on top of Harry, his cock rammed itself as deep as it could go inside of her, eliciting a howl from her lips. She rolled her hips against him, relishing in the sensation of every inch of him inside of her, before she started to move again.

Harry was content to watch Fleur as she started to ride his cock. He had his hands passively on her hips as he watched her rise up his pole before dropping back down onto his entire length. Despite the lack of physical activity on his part, Fleur could see the untamed lust in his eyes as he watched her move on top of him. That incredible sensation of being desired sparked something inside of her that drove her to try to make him want her even more.

"I want you to cum in me," Fleur moaned for Harry as she palmed one of her breasts and slammed down on his cock. "I want you to pump me so full of your cum that there's no chance I won't get pregnant."

Fleur felt Harry's cock jump inside of her pussy at her words. He moaned loudly. "Fuck, Fleur, if you keep this up, I'll get there fast."

"Good," Fleur smiled sultrily.

Fleur started riding Harry's cock harder and faster than before. While they'd had quite a few vigorous love-making sessions in the past, none felt as special as this one. It was like all of her impatience regarding marrying Harry and starting a family with him were translated into her riding. She was doing everything she could to make him cum as soon as possible inside of her, knowing that once he did, she'd finally sate the itch that had been in the back of her mind for months now.

Fleur's ass clapped as it met Harry's thighs when she dropped down on him again. His thick rod was twitching like mad inside of her pussy, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before he came.

"Are you getting close, baby?" Fleur cooed at him.

Harry had a pained look on his face like he was trying to hold back expressing just how good he was feeling. "Yes," he groaned.

"Then let go," Fleur told him as she slammed down hard on him again. She bounced off of his lap and rode his cock all the way up to the tip before slamming back down again. "Cum in me."

Dirty talk was always something that they both loved, but with the real goal of getting pregnant added into the mix, Fleur's words clearly took on another level of depth for the both of them. Harry's face screwed up in pleasure and his grip tightened up on her hips as he started bucking up into her every time she sank down onto his cock.

"Fill me up," Fleur panted, squeezing her walls around his cock. "Come on, do it. Cum for me, baby!"

With an incredible moan, Harry exploded inside of her. Fleur threw her head back in triumph and kept slamming herself down onto his cock, pumping it for every drop of cum it had. She felt every spurt as it hit the deepest parts of pussy, painting her inner walls white.

Fleur slowed her motions as Harry's orgasm began to subside. She sank all the way down onto him and started rocking back and forth, grinding on his cock as he recovered from his pleasurable experience.

Harry was still gasping for breath when he opened his eyes back up and met her gaze. Despite having just had an orgasm, Harry looked no less lustful than he had only a minute ago.

"Fuck, Fleur," he groaned. "That was incredible."

"It was," she agreed. "But I get the feeling we're not done yet."

Harry cracked a small grin. "We're not. Get on your hands and knees."

A thrill shot through Fleur at his commanding tone. She slowed her grinding and then slowly rose up Harry's cock. He was so thick that he was keeping all of his cum trapped inside of her pussy, but as soon as she fully got off of him, a thick glob of cum dripped out of her pussy and smacked right onto Harry's cock.

Eager for more, Fleur quickly flipped onto her front, lowering her torso so that her breasts and face were both down against the duvet while her arse remained up in the air. She could feel more of Harry's cum starting to drip out of her, but before it could, she felt the touch of his cock scooping it up.

"We can't let any go to waste," he murmured as he scooped up the last bit of cum and then placed his cock right at her entrance. He pushed smoothly into her, putting his cum back where it belonged and making both of them moan.

"No, we can't," Fleur said in agreement, her voice slightly muffled by the bedsheets. She knew what was coming, so she grabbed onto the duvet tightly with her fists and waited for Harry to get settled.

He sank all the way back inside of her until his hips were pressed up against her plump arse. He wiggled inside of her, getting into a stable position behind her, before grabbing onto her hips.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Uh huh," Fleur hummed.

She braced herself just in time as Harry pulled back fast and then slammed into hard.

Fleur screamed into the duvet as a rush of pleasure coursed through her. Not only was Harry's thick cock stretching her out so perfectly, making every inch of her pussy feel incredible, his balls had also smacked right off of her clit, sending an even more powerful shock of pleasure through her body. It was intense and overwhelming, but Fleur knew that it was only the start.

There was no need for Harry to warm up; he went straight to fucking Fleur hard and fast. He moved with long, purposeful thrusts that made her arse ripple and her lips let escape moans of pure ecstasy.

"Fuck yes," Fleur hissed. "Give it to me!"

Each thrust seemed better than the last. Fleur felt her walls start to spasm around Harry's cock, and the bursts of pleasure shooting out from her clit were making her start to drool. It felt so fucking good, and it felt even better knowing that it was now her fiancé—not her boyfriend anymore—who was doing this to her.

Harry's hands left her hips and he instead grabbed onto her arse cheeks. He squeezed them both so tightly that Fleur was sure she'd be left with imprints of his fingers on her skin.

"Your arse is just perfect," Harry groaned. He pulled his hand back and spanked her, sending another shiver up her spine.

"Yeah it is," Fleur moaned into the bed. "Only the best for you."

She could feel herself starting to turn into a dribbling mess. Her pussy and her mouth were both leaking their respective fluids, and Fleur loved it. Sex with Harry only seemed to grow better and better as the years went by, and this particular day would hold a special place in her memory for a long time.

The incredible pleasure that she was experiencing was starting to take its effect now. Fleur was struggling to not let her shivering legs collapse beneath her as Harry kept pounding into her pussy. His cock was bringing her closer to the edge, and she loved every second of it.

"I'm so close," Fleur whined.

"I'll get you there," Harry promised as he spanked her again. "And I'm not far behind."

"Good," Fleur smiled. "The more cum, the better."

Harry took his words seriously as he redoubled his pace. He was really giving it to her hard, and it was making Fleur spiral ever closer towards the edge.

"Harry," Fleur moaned. "Oh, Merlin, I'm almost there!"

The clapping of his hips against her arse grew louder as he rammed inside of her. "I can tell," he grunted, feeling her walls fluttering around him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Fleur screamed.

She couldn't stay on her knees any longer. She fell flat onto the bed, and Harry fell with her as he rammed his cock deep inside of her. Fleur couldn't tell if she was screaming or crying, but it was wonderful either way. Her pleasure was all-consuming as it enveloped her mind, body, and soul. It was like a series of pleasurable electric shocks rolling all over her beneath the surface of her skin. All of the tension that had been building up inside of her body was released in one powerful burst.

Fleur was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't hear Harry's identical words as he came inside of her for the second time that night. It wasn't until she felt the first burst of cum hit her insides that she realised what was happening. He laid down on top of her, making tiny thrusts against her arse as he spilt his seed inside of her pussy.

When the waves of pleasure finally settled down, they stayed locked together for several moments, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact. Eventually though, Harry finally pulled out of Fleur and rolled onto the bed beside her.

"Merlin," he sighed happily. "I should have proposed to you sooner."

"You really should have," Fleur giggled as she pressed herself against Harry's side. Their sweat-covered bodies stuck to each other, but Fleur wouldn't have had it any other way. They were meant to be together like this.

"We're going to need to set up a party to celebrate," Harry said. "Invite some friends and family over for supper or something."

Fleur's eyes suddenly widened. "Supper!" She repeated. "We were supposed to be there over half an hour ago."

"It's fine," Harry brushed her off. "They'll figure that something was holding us up and start without us."

"We should shower and get ready then," Fleur said as she tried to sit up, but she was stopped as Harry's arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back down against him.

"Let's just stay here for five more minutes," Harry suggested with those puppy-dog eyes he used whenever he wanted something. "And then I promise we can go."

"Uh huh," Fleur replied disbelievingly. "And what happened last month when you said the exact same thing."

"We stayed in bed all night," he grinned cheekily at her.

"And we missed out on our reservations."

"It was worth it," Harry argued playfully.

Fleur wasn't inclined to disagree. Spending her days in the arms of her true love was always worth it.

"I'll send an owl to your parents," Harry said. "They'll understand."

Fleur gave a great big sigh like she was giving up a massive concession even though he'd already won her over. "Alright," she said before she kissed him.

Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Harry hopped out of bed and penned a quick letter explaining that something had come up. In the meantime, Fleur crawled up to the head of the bed and grabbed her wand. She vanished the traces of their lovemaking from the bed and Harry's seed from her thighs before she slipped under the covers and waited for her lover to return.

After Harry tied the letter to Hedwig and sent her on her way, he hurried back to bed and slid under the covers too. He eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.

"I love you so much," Harry murmured into her ear.

No matter how many times he told her that, Fleur never got tired of hearing it. She could tell just from his tone how sincerely he meant it. She'd been a fool to ever give him up, but she was ever so grateful that they'd managed to fall in love with each other again.

"I love you too."

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