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It started off slowly, her hunt of Harry Potter.
With a small touch to his hand, barely any pressure, or brushing her breasts against his arm during a close moment, it was all planned to make him excited, to allow him to finally see her as a woman. Fleur never understood it, but she always had the feeling that Harry never really saw her as a woman for some odd reason. He didn’t act like the other love struck fools that threw themselves at her constantly, he never tried to grope her and make it look like an accident, he never attempted to look down the neck of her dresses or take a peak up her skirt like so many other idiots had tried before. He was, in every sense of the word, a gentleman. Yet, she always had the feeling that he was not attracted to her. But if that was so in the past, it really wasn’t showing any more. She could tell by the second day, that he was starting to notice her, more and more. The small blushes, the lingering glances, she was getting to him slowly.
But beyond her attempts at seduction, she was beginning to enjoy spending time with the enigmatic young man. Yes, he was born before she, by two to three years, but that didn’t mean that he was necessarily younger. He was so mature, like no one she had ever met before. And his eyes, those beautiful green eyes that could burn with anger, run cold with haunted memories, or glow with warmth and love, were so old, so ancient, as if she were staring into the eyes of a Greek god. Even physically, he was mature. He looked to be her age or maybe even older. She didn’t understand it completely when he had explained why he looked so much older than he should have been , not that he explained everything, but it had something to do with his time spent with a mentor of sorts deep in the Mojave Deserts of the Western United States. He would say nothing more on the subject.
She enjoyed their time together. She finally started to get to know Harry Potter, the real Harry Potter for once, as well as his friends and business associates. The stories he told her about their times on the road, about his life after his escape from Durzkaban and the things he learned, all while sipping some odd drink in a random dive or bar here or there, were some of her best memories of the trip, simply sitting around and talking with him as equals. They had taught him how to ride a horse a few days after Bill took off and enjoyed their lunch that day when they found a nice field full of wildflowers, where they simply lay down in the middle and stared up at the sky. Gabrielle had specifically enjoyed that day, seeing as Harry allowed her to remain close to him all day, and ended up falling asleep in his arms in the same field they spent the afternoon in.
Then came that day, the day where their warm friendship opened up to offer so much more to them both. It had been the first time they had all gone to the beach to sunbathe. Now, although Harry was familiar with the idea of sunbathing, what he was not expecting was the idea of topless sunbathing, especially topless sunbathing with his future mother-in-law, his future sister-in-law, and his future wife, who at the time was only ten years old.
“It’s fine Harry. We do this all the time. Both Fleur and Gabrielle have been doing this since they were both six years old. You’ll see, it is only natural,” chided Josephine, who was grinning at the young man’s unease when they told him that morning what they would be doing. The girls were both grinning at Harry, and Jean was wearing a mischievous grin as he watched his young protégé squirm under the gaze of the whole family.
Harry, who had grown used to the light French breakfast fare and had not felt the unsettling feeling in his stomach of nausea that usually accompanied the large English breakfasts, was suddenly feeling it at the moment. He tried to worm his way out of it, “Well,” he said evenly, “I did not think to pack a set of shorts for swimming,” he said, and nearly groaned when the faces of the three women brightened exponentially. He looked to Jean, who was busy with his coffee, hiding a smile behind the small cup he was sipping calmly, as if saying, ‘you’ve dug your own grave my boy.’
“Well Harry,” said Josephine, “In that case, I think we’ve got just the thing for you,” she said with a cheshire cat grin. And then harry knew he was screwed.
The drive down was a slow affair. Thanks to Anti-portkey and anti-apparition laws in the little village, they had to do it the muggle way, but thankfully Jean had enough foresight to purchase a car for just this occasion. He spent the hour long ride trying to hide his blush and being teased by both Fleur and a grinning Gabrielle, who couldn’t wait to see her bonded in the….ahem…suit…her mother had chosen just for this reason. Fleur had to hand it to her mother, she really did know how to read people well. She knew exactly what excuse Harry could have used to try worming his way out of a potentially embarrassing situation, at least to the modest English eyes. They actually would have gone to the beach much sooner, but the women were very hesitant thanks to the presence of the redhead, but as he was finally gone, they could cut loose and begin to have fun.
S he stepped from the car when they arrived on the beach. It was just as she remembered it, a small stretch of sand, about the length of a quidditch pitch, with several other families, but nowhere near crowded, not like those horrid muggle beaches. No covert paparazzi ready to sell pictures to the perverted public, no dirty old men ogling the young women and ruining the day, no, just a group of some of the families that owned the various villas that made up their summer neighborhood and a few local families who came to enjoy the early summer sun. It was situated on a long cliff that hid the beach from the road, and the trek down along the stone hewed road gave a beautiful panorama of the ocean and the beaches. She smiled at Harry, who was currently walking toward the back, Gabrielle hugging him at his waist, his arm around the little girl, as she told him stories about their time here at this very beach. None of them were really dressed for the beach as of yet, she was still in a loose airy dress she had thrown on that morning, and her mother and sister were no different. They would change down by the family huts, and then she would be able to see if her mother’s little bit of psychology and slight-of-hand had paid off.
“So your family owns this beach?” Harry asked, as he walked up to her, Gabrielle still attached to his side, her arms tightly around his waist and her cheek against his flat stomach.
Fleur smiled sweetly down at her sister, “Well, we own part of it,” she said. Pointing to three small huts at the far end of the beach next to a wall of rocks and a small cove, she explained, “Those huts are ours. From the wall of stones you see at the edge of the beach in front of that little cove over there, all the way to that large clump of bushes towards the cliff face, that is technically our land. The rest of it is owned by various families who also own little villas in the village.”
“Technically?” Harry asked, lightly stroking Gabrielle’s hair as she snuggled deeper into Harry’s side.
Shrugging, she said, “Well, it is our land, but most families here don’t really care much about property boundries. Just as we are free to traverse the beach and sunbathe anywhere along the coast, they can do the same in our property, with the exception of our huts, that is.”
He nodded thoughtfully, “So do you get a lot of press here? I can imagine that they would have a field day if they got a picture of you….er…” he blushed modestly.
She gave him a feral grin, “A picture of me…Topless?” she asked, turning the knife in the wound and making his blush even greater. Fleur chuckled to herself, his modesty was so cute at times, “Well, they have tried,” she warned, “But thanks to the security charms and the huge wardings, no cameras or recording devices will function here, and only those specifically invited by family and who do not abide by the rules of the beach are forcibly ejected by the wards.”
“Forcibly ejected?” he questioned.
“Literally ejected from the premesis. Last time we were here, we heard of one of the guests of another family who was trying to molest one of the girls. Before he could even try, the wards were activated and he was taken through forced apparition to the local prison for questioning and punishment,” she explained with a slight shiver.
Harry was impressed by the type of wardings they had here, “Very impressive. I assume there were goblin crews that did the wardings?”
She smiled, he really was intelligent, “Yes. The local branch of Gringots was able to ward the place…as they say in America, ‘to the nines’, or whatever that means. All the newer wards and the old archaic ones, all refurbished every year for the next fifty years, all paid in full.”
“That’s pretty-” he suddenly cut off and cleared his throat, turning a bright red. They finally reached the beach, and the first thing he saw was one of the most richly endowed women on the beach, completely topless, sunning herself next to her equally endowed friend, “Wow…” was all Harry could say. It would’ve been a feast for the eyes, if Harry had not been such a gentleman, but thanks to his own modesty and chivalrous attitude, he quickly averted his eyes.
Fleur chuckled as she made eye contact with her grinning sister. She saw her mother laughing with Jean up front, trying desperately not to be noticed by Harry, but failing miserably as the tell tale signs of embarrassment suffused Harry’s face and the watery smile he was giving them spoke volumes. She couldn’t hold in her laughter any more as she completely broke down and laughed at his discomfort. Laughing, she clung to his other side, hugging his arm to her chest and resting her cheek against his shoulders as she tried to get him to stop being embarrassed.
“It’s fine Harry! It’s fine! We all know this is your first time at a topless beach, so being embarrassed is only natural,” she said, lightly stroking his arm, and burying her face into his shoulder. He smelled so wonderful, she thought to herself, such a mix of the clean fresh scent of the mint soap he liked to use and the strong heady smell that was totally him. It was intoxicating and she understood why Gabrielle enjoyed her position under Harry’s arm. She wished he would do the same for her so she could feel as comfortable as her sister at the moment.
Finally, they reached their destination, the small cove formed by the sea line and an outcrop of reef, and the family cabins that they would be staying in for the day. The cabins were, if nothing else, exquisite. Harry made the comment that they were probably nicer than his Aunt’s house on Pivet Drive, and he was probably right. Preservation charms prevented the usual decay of the wooden homes. A large deck encompassed the three small pristine white one story buildings. The buildings themselves were lavishly decorated on the inside and out, with light fixtures and other acoutraments that would never be seen on a muggle version of the beach home. The first home was the family home. It contained several rooms, a master suite, two bed rooms, and a guest room. Harry commented that it must have been nice to be able to sleep with the waves crashing on the shore and the smell of salt in the air. The second building was a mess and family room. The large kitchen and it’s preservation charms kept a full larder stocked at any time during the year, and the pure white floors were perfect. The dining room was fit for a royal reception with a full oak, wood polished till it shone like a mirror, dining table and several high backed chairs. The family room held a large fireplace, huge comfortable couches, lavish thick furred rugs with the feel of impervious charms attached to ward off sand and other detrimental materials, as well as a glass silding door that led to a view of a perfect sea scape. The last cabin was the changing rooms, the showers, and the store rooms. These contained separate lockers and showers, much to Harry’s relief and Jean’s amusement, and a full store room for odds and ends that they could use at the beach. In all, a veritable paradise in the south of France.
Then it happened, “Harry,” Josephine said, pulling out a small package, “you said you forgot your suit, so we took the liberty in getting you one,” she said sweetly.
Fleur had been waiting for this moment since her mother had suggested it that morning. Both she and Gabrielle knew exactly what they wanted to see Harry in, and they helped their mother pick out what they would have liked to see, not to mention they would find out if Harry’s blushes were confined to his face, or if he was a full body blusher. Fleur smiled at Harry when he looked hesitant to take the very tiny bag. He wore the expression that said ‘how in the hell can a pair of trunks fit inside of this tiny little bag’, look on his face.
Chuckling, Jean slapped Harry on the back and ushered the skeptical young man into the changing room, a look of quiet confusion and slight horror on his face as realization sunk in. Fleur giggled with her sister as their mother fixed a critical eye on her daughters, “You two are such naughty little girls,” Josephine said as she entered the changing rooms with a mischevious smile. The two girls cracked up in a fit of giggles as they followed their mother in.
Fleur had opted for a less than formal suit that she had gotten through mail order a few months ago, but never had any reason to wear it. It was a tiny little thing, a very tiny little thing from the Wicked Weasel Company based out of America. Although, not as raunchy and utterly scandalous as most of the items in their catalogue, the one she chose was a cute little piece that she thought would be nice to have, if only to look at. She had never really wanted to seem that sexy before, she had always loathed the sheer attraction that she had on men, and did not want to encourage it any more than she had to. But now, she had a reason to do so, and chose this time to flaunt her woman hood for all it was worth. The top barely covered the front of her generous breasts, the thin white ties curling around her body and around her neck. The bottom was a g-string type, nothing she wasn’t used to as much of her lingerie was even more sheer with an even smaller triangle of material providing cover, but this definitely was not a bit of sexy lingerie to be worn under your clothes and in times of intimate bedroom play. She was going to walk outside in this, and while showing off her breasts was one thing, she really did not want to walk around outside where any number of people could see her, with her flower exposed to the world. Thankfully, she had chosen something that covered her quite expertly, the thin white material covering her petals as well as the sparse amount of blond hair that excentuated her lips.
Most Veela had bodies that were the throwbacks of the original tastes, the beautiful idealic bodies that the wizards of the first century lusted, the prepubescent form. The willowy figure, the tight small breasts, the smooth hairless skin, it was the ideal that they strove to create as they bread their Veela sex slaves. Her mother and her sister were prime examples of this. Josephine was a tall woman with silvery platinum bond hair, long and willowy, she was perfect in every way, from the stunning ice blue eyes, to her long legs, she was every man’s dream. Her little sister was no different. Her body was the idealistic version of a Veela. Long and willowy, she would grow into a beautiful woman, the cream of even pure blooded Veela, but Fleur was a different story. Although part Veela and proud of it, she was not the pure Veela throw back her mother and sister were. Although tall and willowy, her breasts were not the perfect tight specemines that her mother had. No, her breasts were much fuller, and the nipples darker instead of the natural Veela light pink, and, at least from what her sex life had taught her, not nearly as sensitive as her sister’s. Even the fact that she had a sparse sprinkling of sunny blond pubic hair was something that was a rarity among Veela. Although she did not have the problem of constant shaving or trimming that human women had, she did have some and that was something she had been slightly ashamed of while growing up, but had come to terms with the fact that she was different and actually began to like the fact that it was there, something to set her apart from other Veela. It didn’t hurt that the rough feeling of it during sex was something she had grown to enjoy.
Finally finished dressing, she turned around to check on her sister and smiled. Gabrielle had originally wanted something like her sister’s, but fortunately, her mother had intervened before she could make the decision, and expertly picked out a nice modest, but sexy enough to draw the eye, bikini. It was a pale yellow that matched her platinum blond hair. The back covered her modestly and the front covered enough for her mother to approve, yet the string ties on either side of her hips suggested and hinted. Gabrielle’s breasts were tiny, only having begun developing for a few years, and did not fill out the top as she would have liked, but thanks to some cleaver alterations on the garment through magic, they did not look baggy or empty either.
“Are you girls ready?” their mother asked from the door. Josephine was a beautiful woman, the prime of the Veela race matured in full, so even if she did wear a simple bikini top and bottom in a pale blue, she still looked a dangerous mix of stunning and sexy. She wondered off-handedly if Harry would stare at their mother as much as she thought he would stare at them. Taking her sister’s hand, she walked out, “Let’s go show Harry, shall we?”
Her sister grinned at her, yet gave her a searching look as to why she would want to show herself off to her Harry. Fleur quickly distracted her sister by complementing her on how she looked, and Gabrielle quickly dismissed the strange line of thought she was harboring. Walking out into the sunlight and the cool breeze from the sea was invigorating to the young Veela. When she had gone to Beaubattons, she looked forward to this trip every year, and every year standing on this deck, feeling the breeze flow through her long hair and luxuriating in the light caress of the sun upon her skin, was like a touch of heaven for her chaotic life.
Her father’s deep chuckling drew her attention, “Come now Harry,” he said, calling from the doorway, “You cannot hide forever.”
His chuckle turned into a laugh as they heard swearing from inside of the changing room. It always fascinated her to learn more about Harry Potter. Rescently she learned that he could speak fluently in nine different languages, stating that he found it quite entertaining to actually learn a new language. Now, from the broken words she heard from within the darkened changing room, she learned that , even though he could speak fluently in nine different languages, he could swear in at least two more. She thought she could make out what sounded like Yiddish and Swahili in there.
Finally, after a few more rounds of ‘guess where that swear word comes from’, Harry stepped out of the changing room and into the light. The laughs and giggles were gone, there was only shocked admiration and a little drooling by the two young Veela and amused smiles from their parents.
The boy had to be the finest specimen of manhood they had ever seen. No longer was Harry Potter a skinny little boy, no longer was he the shy forgotten child. Long limbs and tightly defined muscles lay over a tall frame as Harry walked out. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest bare for the girls ogling him as he walked toward them. He was surprisingly not a very hairy man. Her father as well as many of the other men in her life had been mostly hairy men, and it had irritated her to no end, but Harry had a smooth toned chest as well as his legs. He had a swimmer’s body, a dancer’s body, not over large, but tightly compacted muscle on a lean frame. As he moved, she could see the interplay between the muscles of his thigh, the slight pull of the hamstring leading under the tight muscles of his glutes, and the interplay between his rippling abdominal muscles and the defined swell of his chest. His arms were long and well defined, the horse shoe clearly outlined on the back of his arm, leading down to long nimble fingers, the hands of a craftsman, a mastermage. His eyes were shining with repressed embarrassment and his cheeks were flushed slightly, but the firm set of his jaw and the long locks held back by a length of cord off set framed his sharp jaw line and made the image of a Greek Olympian complete. She was pleased to find he was slightly tanned, something his previous outfits did not suggest. It was subtle, but he was not the dead pale she had been expecting. There was a slight browning of the skin, and strangely, no tan lines, even when he turned his back to them to speak with Jean. She drooled at the sight of the black thong and his tight rear. She just wanted so badly to see if she could bounce a coin off of it, and when he turned, she had to draw a breath at the sight of his manhood encased within the thin covering of the expertly chosen suit. It fit him snugly, perhaps a little too snug, she silently thanked her mother for that little oversight.
Fleur was finally able to gather up her sense and glace over at her sister to find that Gabrielle had been unable to do as she did. She was still staring wide eyed and flushed at Harry, her eyes had a distinctive downward trend, as he conversed quietly with their parents, the two adults poking fun at the younger man and Harry blushing and trying to fight back with whitty remarks about Jean and Josephine’s state of undress.
Quickly, they mastered themselves and snuck up behind Harry, and together, they each captured an arm and pulled him away from their parents, “Come Harry,” Fleur said as she lead the blushing boy away from the grinning older couple, “Let’s leave the old folks to their business,” she chided and shot a smug look over her shoulder at her parents, who were simply laughing with each other.
Discretely, she pushed herself against his bare arm, resting her head on his shoulder and lightly running the tips of her fingers over his chest, caressing the smooth skin. She was pleased when she felt his skin heat slightly and heard a swallow. Grinning to herself, she looked down, only to be disappointed, when she did not see any ‘physiological responses’. What she didn’t know was that Harry would have immediately had a ‘physiological response’ to her had it not been for his highly advanced occlumancy skills, preventing the natural reaction from taking place. The light sheen of sweat touching his brow was the only sign of his mental effort, as he felt Fleur’s breasts upon his bare arm, her fingers lightly running over his bare chest, and the feel of her bare flesh pressed up against him.
She was enjoying the way she could make his skin flush with heat, and had vowed she would not let up until she broke his restraint against his ‘physiological response’, until she felt him shiver and felt the skin pressed against her breasts and her tummy heat even more. Looking down, she saw the reason for the shiver. Gabrielle had pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his middle, her flesh making so much contact with him that the bond was reacting tenfold. She could feel his breathing quicken and his heart beat faster as Gabrielle snuggled in deeper into his side. Fleur grinned at her little sister, who was giving her a mischievous grin in return.
As they walked down the beach, Fleur let her hands slip down into Harry’s and quickly pulled his arm around her shoulders. Harry was surprised by her action, but could say nothing when she pressed herself fully to his side and wrapped her arm around his waist, her fingers circling and resting lightly on his smooth stomach, lightly caressing the skin as she enjoyed the way he occasionally flinched at the sensation.
Feeling a little adventurous, Fleur smiled and asked, “So Harry, what do you think about our suits?” She shared a look with her sister, and quickly released Harry as the two girls struck a few poses in front of him. Despite the fact that there were two girls in front of him, both Veela, both exuding eroticism, they did not get the response they were looking for, not even a twitch. Harry simply grinned mischievously at them, and bent over, giving Gabrielle a quick kiss to the forehead and brushing Fleur’s cheek with a kiss before draping his arms around the two girls and pulling them close to his side and walking further down the empty beach.
Fleur huffed indignantly, but enjoyed the fact that he had acted on his own to pull her to him, and to give her cheek a kiss. She could accept more later on. They spent much of the morning playing in the surf and walking over the reef, catching fish in the tide pools, building sand castles, it was like Harry was a part of the family. He and Gabrielle looked so cute together as he explained things he learned in his travels, told her stories about his life, and showed her a little bit of magic. It was strange to her. If it hadn’t been for the intimate caresses, the light touches, and those heated looks she gave him, Fleur would have mistook them for a brother keeping his little sister company.
Toward midday, the three went back to the cabins and had a quick lunch. They sat around and talked for a while, Jean wanted to sample more wine with Harry, and so the two girls and Josephine went inside to talk. When they were seated, Josephine looked at her two daughters expectantly.
“So?” she asked excited, “What did you three do?”
Fleur blushed and was about to speak when Gabrielle beat her to it, “Oh maman, Harry is so wonderful!” she exclaimed, blushing brightly, “he spent the whole day, showing me such wonderful things! He is so smart, and he spent the whole day with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. He was so wonderful maman!” She got up and walked to the door, “I must check to see how he is doing. He has not renewed his sun shield since we came back,” she finished as she walked out the door and quietly closed it behind her.
Josephine appeared to be smiling to herself, as she got up and walked around the table to sit next to her eldest daughter. She took her hands into hers and looked Fleur straight in the eye, “So? How was it my flower?”
Fleur sighed deeply and smiled to herself. She met her mother’s gaze and sank into her embrace, smiling softly, “He is so very wonderful maman. Gabrielle is such a lucky girl, she has found the perfect man. He is so kind, and they are so cute together. When I saw Gabrielle playing in the tide pools, Harry watching over her and explaining things to her, it looked so serene. He fits so well with our family, so perfectly, had I not known their destiny, I would have mistaken them for a brother watching over his little sister. The scene was so perfect.”
Her mother smiled at the serene smile her daughter had across her face, “And how do you feel about him?”
The question caught her off guard. How did she feel about Harry? She knew that he made her heart beat fast, that she enjoyed teasing him, that she was jealous of Gabrielle that she was able to have a man like Harry, but how did she really feel? The past several days had been wonderful for them. The feeling of closeness, they shared, that day as they laid down in the middle of the field, the two of them talking of inconsequential things as he lightly stroked her sister’s hair. The times they went out drinking with Mika and the rest of the Business team, the way his hands felt in hers, the way his arm felt around her shoulders, the feel of his skin heating from her touch, she knew what she wanted it to be, yet she was scared of it as well.
Fleur sighed, “I just do not know maman,” she admitted, and buried her face deeper into her mother’s chest, “I know what I want, but not who I want. Do I just feel this way because I am jealous of Gabrielle? Do I feel this way just because I feel lonely? Plus, he will never feel the same about me! His bond is to Gabrielle, not to me…”
“Just have faith my sweet flower, just have faith. If it was meant to be it was meant to be,” Josephine said, stroking her daughter’s hair. Suddenly, she grinned, “Now, I see that you have not been able to get a tan, thanks to Harry’s little spell,” she was referring to the sun shield charm Harry had taught them. It required little strength and had to be renewed often, but it was the same as slathering on an inch thick coating of sun screen oil, it prevented UV radiation from affecting the skin. All the comforts of a powerful sun screen without the problem of the nasty oily mess.
She looked up and grinned at her mother, “Do you have the tanning oil maman? I think Harry should be more acquainted with how muggles do things,” she finished with a mischeivious smile. Her mother looked skeptically at her and finally sighed.
“Just do me one favor,” she asked, stroking her daughter’s hair, “If you are going to do what I think you are going to do, then please do so far away from the cabins. Your father has grown to like Harry and I do not want him to start hating him again. And I also do not wish to see my daughter in such a state,” she finished with an even look.
“MAMAN!?” she shouted in indignation, “You know very well that I would not do such a thing!”
Josephine continued to give her that even look, “Yes my flower, I believe you. The Tanning oil is in the cupboard, and remember,” she said, standing up and walking towards the door, “Away from the cabins,” and then she was gone.
After a few minutes to collect herself, Fleur picked up the oil as well as several large towels. Throwing them in a beach bag, she slung it over her shoulder and walked out onto the veranda. The scene before them, if anything, could be described as peaceful. Jean was sitting on one of the long wooden bench chairs with Josephine beside him, both sipping drinks, wine knowing her father, listening to Harry telling the story of how he swindled Integrated Technologies from Bryce Perry. Gabrielle was snuggled at his side, his hand idly stroking her arm as he boisterously gestured with his free one.
“-And then he calls for the original contracts, still sweating heavily mind you, and then procededs to sign them as quickly as possible stuttering out apologies left and right!” he finished and Jean laughed heartily.
“I never realized that Bryce Perry could be intimiated like that,” he admitted, quite impressed.
Harry shook his head, “It really wasn’t easy, but thanks to Miks, we were able to pull it off. I don’t ever want to be on the receiving end of one of her stares,” he said, chuckling to himself.
Fleur smiled warmly, it was nice to finally see Harry with a genuine smile on his face. He had gone through so much in his life and he deserved to be the one who wore that kind of smile. Not to mention it made his face so much more handsome than when he had his neutral expression on. Still smiling, she walked around the bench seat and bent down, taking Harry’s hand in hers.
“Come Harry, Gabrielle,” she said, grinning at a slightly confused Harry. He shrugged and stood up, Gabrielle never leaving his side, “We’ll be down the beach maman, papa!” she said and quickly pulled the bewildered young man with her.
For a while he seemed to want to trail behind her, so she continued to lead him by the hand, not caring if it was slightly alkward to do so. Finally, after they were half way there, her wrist began to hurt, and she quickly turned around, only to see Harry’s eyes shift up and his cheeks color. He was staring at her derier! She thought to herself as she flushed prettily. She licked her lips hungrily as she decided to tease him a little. Turning around and adopting a heavy lidded sexy smile, she caught his eye and slowly licked her lips, moving nearly nose to nose with him. Using her free hand, she ran a finger down his chest, lightly, lower and lower until it reached the top of the material just barely covering the large bulge growing in the small thong bikini he wore.
“Nice view isn’t it Harry?” she said slowly, the made to peak over his shoulder at his bum, “I like the view too,” she finished, and with another lick to her lips, took his free hand once again, and turned slowly, letting her hips swing as she walked in front of him, leading him to their spot.
For the next five to ten minutes, Harry just couldn’t move his eyes from Fleur. The white string bikini, the way the thin white g-string cut across low on her narrow hips, and dove between the roundness of her backside. He was having a very hard time trying to control himself. It didn’t help him either to have an equally beautiful young girl who was currently wrapped around him, rubbing her fingers over his stomach either.
Finally, after a torturous walk trying to control the buldge forming in his very thin, very small thong, trying to control himself as he followed behind a beautiful woman wearing a g-string and purposely swaying her hips, and a girl whose finger tips continued to tease and torture his moral code, they finally arrived where Fleur wanted to take them to. It was an isolated little pocket of sand in the middle of a horseshoe shaped depression in the rocks. From the way the water washed into the shore of the little horseshoe depression, it appeared to have once been a small gratto that had caved in. over time, the large rocks were washed down and away by the surf and created a small depression in the rocks filled with powder sand and gave those within a perfect little nook for privacy. It was a nice dichotomy. There was an over hang toward the back that provided nice shade, yet the center was dry and could be used for sunbathing, while the water was a perfect distance away to create three different zones depending on your preference at the moment. Currently, Fleur was setting up three large beach blankets on the sunny area of the nook, while Gabrielle helped her set them up. Harry simply stayed off to the side, feeling the waves wash over his feet, as he enjoyed the view of Fleur on her hands and knees straightening out the blankets and casting impervious charms on the blankets to prevent sand or water getting on them. She really did have a beautiful bum, he thought to himself, and caught his near instantaneous reaction before it could show any more through the thin material.
“Harry!” he heard and he tore his eyes away from the beautiful sight. Turning he saw Gabrielle smiling at him, “Harry, come, we need your help,” she said.
He gave her a smile, and made his way over to the two girls, who had put away much of the other items they brought with them and were sitting down, much to Harry’s disappointment, Fleur patted the space between two girls. He noticed that they had placed the towels very near each other, in fact, if they had not been different colors, he would have thought she had brought along one giant beach towel for the three of them. Shrugging, he sat down and brought his knees up, thankful that he didn’t have to hide too much of his growing problem.
After a few minutes of watching the surf and listening to the waves, he felt a tap on the shoulder. He turned to his left to see what Fleur wanted only to find a bottle of tanning oil shoved into his hands, the blond haired girl smiling seductively. His mouth went completely dry as she slowly turned on her knees and sat down, legs tucked under her beautiful derier. He nearly choked when her fingers undid the ties at her neck and her back, and watched in fascination as the bikini top fell to the ground in front of her. Turning over her shoulder, she smiled at Harry.
“Can you help me put some oil on?” she said quietly as she gathered her hair over her shoulder.
He nodded and grinned as he took some oil and rubbed it onto his hands. Harry had been driving himself nuts over the past few hours at the amount of subtle teasing he had been getting from Fleur. The suggestive comments, the light touches, the way she continued to rub her breasts on his arm, he just couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to know how she felt about him. But now it was clear. No one would do what they just did, French Veela or no French Veela, unless they had feelings about the person they were allowing to touch their skin.
Slowly, he ran his fingers over the girl’s shoulders and down her arms, luxuriating in the smoothness of her skin and shiver that moved through her body as his fingers came in contact with the pale flesh. She was so warm, hot even, as his fingers spread over her flawless skin. Down the sides of her arms, kneeding her long neck, down her back, and then up her sides, she began to moan slightly from the feeling of his large hands caressing her skin intimately.
“…’arry…” she whispered as his fingers lightly brushed the side of her breasts. She leaned back into him and felt the hard muscles on his chest firm against her smooth back. His fingers never stopped moving as he rubbed the oil across her belly, his lips brushing her hair, as her fingers found their way over her shoulder and into his long dark raven locks. She began to moan harder as he pressed himself further agasint her back.
“So…hard…” she murmered as the feeling of his hardness pressed agasint her lower back and his fingers began to explore higher. Harry was suckling lightly on her neck now, and he could feel her pulse quicken and her breaths come in shorter and shorter gasps. She was literally moaning now as his exploring fingers began to work the French Veela into a frenzy.
Finally, he moved his hands up and cupped one of Fleur’s beautiful breasts.
“…’ARRY!” she shouted in near orgasmic bliss. Her breast was so firm, so wonderful, it felt perfect in his hands, perfect as he stroked it, lifted it, and lightly pinched her hard nipple. Immediately she began to writhe back into him, brushing her bum against his hardness.
“It’s so hot ‘Arry,” she moaned as her fingers moved down and discovered that the small little bag of cloth could no longer hold everything that was harry Potter. Hot fingers ran up and down his length as he began to rub himself against her hot oiled back. She moaned as her fingers pressed him harder onto her back, and hissed as his other hand came to cup the other breast. his breathing became faster and more labored as their efforts became faster and harder. He began to push harder onto her back as her fingers ran over the top of his member and squeezed him harder into her. He let hands release her wonderful breasts as they explored further, his left hand moving up to her neck and exploring her lips, feeling her tiny pink tongue flick out and take his fingers into her wet mouth. His other hand explored lower, dipping down to her belly button, circling lower and lower, brushing the top of her bikini bottom and cupping the inside of her thigh. She moaned even harder and pressed him further, increasing the sensation as he rutted against smooth oily back.
Catching her ear in his teeth, she moaned as he felt the light nibbling and the small tugs he gave her. She turned her head slightly, as his tongue licked the side of her neck and tasted her flesh. She moaned as his tongue caressed a sensitive spot at the back of her ear. He felt his climax approaching.
“Fleur…” he whispered as he continued to rut against her, “…It’s coming…” he simply said.
She nodded and continued to press him into her, as she leaned her head back and to the side. Seeing his opportunity, he captured her lips in his as they shared their first kiss. She tasted sweet, like fresh cold spring water, her delicate mouth and the tiny tongue moving in concourd with his rough kiss. She sucked at him forcefully, wanting to taste the heat of his mouth, the rough and aggressive tongue that sent shocks of pleasure through her body. Never before had she ever felt like this with anyone. Never with any of her past lovers, never with Bill, this was completely new to her, it intoxicated her, fogged her mind until the only thing she wanted was to stay in contact with him, no matter what it took. The feel of him was so incredible. He was so large to her, his presence, simply Harry, was just so possessive, so right, he made her feel so very safe, she felt like she could melt into his arms stay there forever. When she felt him on her back, she nearly fainted. He was so large, the length and the girth was just startling for her. She imagined what it would feel like with him inside of her as he filled her completely. Then he cupped her breast. She felt like bursting, his large long fingered hands were perfect for her breasts. They were the perfect size and his careful ministrations made her rethink her earlier sentiments on how sensitive her breasts were. She simply did not have the right motivation before, but now she did. She nearly orgasmed when his fingers lightly pinched her nipples, they became so hard, She was so aroused. She wanted him to touch her so badly, that she had nearly fainted when he finally began to move his fingers down, but she moaned in frustration when he skipped over her and squeezed her thigh. But finally, he was reaching his climax. Finally she would get to feel him as he took his pleasure from her flesh.
Finally with a final suck to her neck, he whispered her name, “…Fleur…”
She moaned as she felt his teeth bite roughly into her neck and hot ropes of heat coat her back. Over and over it came, and it didn’t stop. She was amazed at the sheer amount and the strength of each contraction as the hot sticky liquid ran down her back and slowly traveled down the curves of her rear, leaking slowly into the crevaces. She could feel him breathing against her, still feel his hardness as he rested himself against her, felt the hot rivers of sticky essence as they moved over the bottom curve of her rear and leaked down her thigh.
“Fleur…” he whispered as he kissed her neck. His tongue lapped the place where he bit down hard enough to draw blood, but his little French Veela was too intoxicated with the feel of him pressed agasint her, the feel of his semen dripping into all the tiny crevaces of her body to notice the pain in her neck. Her fingers slowly explored the sticky essence and rubbed it into her flesh as he caressed her tummy and her thighs. Slowly, he moved to the side and held her and he slowly lowered her to the ground.
His eyes were filled with passion and lust as he stared hungrily at the blushing Veela. Fleur grinned up at him as she brought her fingers in front of her face to show him her stickiness. He chuckled as she tried to wipe it on his face and dodged expertly catching her hand in his and holding it over her head, as he slowly brought his lips to hers. As they kissed, he stretched his body along side her own and caressed her face with his free hand. As the lay there, regaining their strength, staring into each other’s eyes, ice blue with vivid green, they heard a quiet moan.
They looked up and started to see Gabrielle on her fours panting and moaning as she watched her older sister and the man who was to be her husband in an intimate coupling. Her moaning was accompanied by small jerks, as her fingers worked furiously beneath the material of her bikini bottom. Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were clouded over with lust as she moaned Harry’s name over and over again.
“…Gabrielle…” he whispered as he moved over to the little girl. As he approached, her eyes locked on Harry and her fingers moved faster and faster. His fingers brushed the platinum blond locks from her face as he slowly brought his lips down her hers. He drank her completely as he felt the bond ignite just as it did that long night ago when he first discovered the bond. Passion threatened to take him as he scooped the child up and laid her down as he did her sister. He kissed her deeply as he had tasted her sister, feeling the tiny pink tongue fighting with his and the furious movements of her hand as she brought herself off to climax. As he calmly stroked her hair, she began to moan his name louder and louder, until finally, her voice rose to a keening wail, punctuated by each thrust of her fingers.
“Come for me my little angel,” he whispered into her ear as he stroked his hands over her sweat covered brow. Finally she began to jerk and harry caught her mouth with his, taking her shouts of pleasure and holding her to him as she spasmed her climax into his mouth. As she settled, she turned into him and snuggled down into his strong embrace. As he stroked her hair, he felt another presence come around his side. Warm arms wrapped around his body and firm breasts pressed against his back as a slim pale leg entwined in his. He felt the warm sensation of wet lips kiss his neck and the comforting feeling of someone snuggling closer to his back. From the floral smell and the way her fingers caressed his flesh, he could tell it was Fleur. They were comfortable and they were together.
It was hours later that they woke. Harry had changed positions and both girls were practically sleeping atop him. The sun was moving lower in the sky, and the warm sand they were once sleeping on was now becoming cooler. Harry knew it was time for them to pack up, so he discretely, stuffed his spent member into its previous covering, and quickly woke the girls. Both Fleur and Gabrielle were a bit embarrassed about the entire ordeal, but they had enjoyed it as did he. A few quick wandless cleaning charms cleaned their bathing suites of any strange stains or smells, and another wave of his hand cleared away the dried evidence of their previous activities that remained on Fleur’s back. He quickly fixed their hair with yet another spell and packed their things. Finally they were off, marching back the twenty minutes they took to reach the secluded little spot.
As they walked back, Gabrielle still clung to Harry’s side as she did before, but Fleur, wearing a blush, refused to make eye contact with Harry, and marched ahead of her sister. Although he was a little hurt, he did enjoy the view he had of Fleur’s retreating back side so didn’t really complain. On return to the little cottage, they were greeted by the Delacours who showed no suspicion at why they were gone for such a long time, only commented that they were lucky Harry had found that sun shield spell.
That had been the start of so many problems for Fleur. Later on that night, she had been forced to confess her feelings about Harry to her sister, who was none too pleased to find that she had competition for her bonded. Which was also a surprise as the bond should have discouraged any sort of attraction to any other women, but since the bond was so rare, they figured that it was probably due to Harry’s uniqueness that he was able to break one of the passive affects of the bond. But life had gone on, and their little vacation was ending very soon. She needed to affirm her place in Harry’s heart, yet she did not want her sister to feel as though she were stealing him from her. Fleur had no idea what to do. After their initial sexual encounter, Fleur and Harry went back to being friends, with the exception of slightly longer touches, more heated looks, and much more intimate teasing, though they never brought up that day. But thanks to Gabrielle’s birthday and a change of heart, her problems, at least the problem of finding time to talk with Harry, became a thing of the past.