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And they did talk. They talked for a long while.
They talked about different things, their own relationship, their feelings for each other as well as the man they both were bonded to, their deeper feelings towards Harry, the way he made them feel, and the way they would work out their relationship. Fleur was amazed at the way Gabrielle was taking the revelation of their relationship and thanked all the gods she knew that her sister was such a strong Veela. Any other girl her age, faced with the notion of actually having to share the man she cared about would have thrown a fit, but as it was, they simply worked it out calmly.
Fleur was also trying to understand her feelings. It didn’t help that Harry was currently busy with multiple projects and had no time to talk everything out. Not to say that he didn’t make time for them. Although his company was currently in distribution in five European companies at the time, his efforts in recruitment were progressing, his meetings were getting more and more frequent, he still made enough time to at least have a chat or to simply sit and give each other comfort over the past month. Fleur was still irritated that after that one incredible night of passion, they had not had enough time to be together again. It was both mentally and sexually frustrating, but the intimate caresses, the looks of acceptance and heated lust, and the simple words of understanding that harry would give her during his brief visits were enough. They had not talked about the incident, besides quick references, or teasing remarks about how ‘naughty’ she was. But they both knew that their time together was something they both would never forget.
Now, as she sat on the window seat, Gabrielle pillowed on her tummy and resting between her thighs, she wondered what she would do with her life. it was something that had been gnawing on her mind ever since that passionate night with Harry all those weeks ago. With all the time she had on her hands at the moment, she was really thinking of nothing else and it was nearly driving her insane with irritation. What was she going to do with the rest of her life? She would like something with adventure, something that would challenge her, a job that would take her to distant places, meet strange new people, maybe touch upon her roots more often, but what could she do? Several options were open to her, although none of them were anywhere near to what she would actually see herself doing for the next decade. She needed to think, to blow off some steam, but there was nothing to help with that at the moment, none of her old school friends had any time since they were all off in their new jobs, her parents were busy with their professions, and her sister was getting ready for school within the next few weeks, so no one really had time to do anything. She felt lost.
Sighing, she closed her eyes once again, maybe she should just take a nap and think about it later, she thought to herself. As she was settling herself down, she heard a loud beep coming from her bedside table. Her phone.
“Gabrielle,” she whispered into the little girl’s ear, “Gabrielle, you need to get up, someone’s calling me,” she explained, and her sister stired and moved off her tummy.
She was still bleary eyed with sleep, but was as beautiful as ever as she slowly got up and moved over to her sister’s bed to crawl in and take a nap.
Chuckling to herself, Fleur walked over and picked up the tiny cellphone that Harry got her last week. It was one of their newest models, coppied from a muggle design and produced as a limited test model, there were only fifteen in existence, and, with the exception of Her’s and Gabrielle’s, the rest were in the hands of Magitek Executives. Picking up the small glossy black rectangle of plastic, rubber, and metal, she laid down on her bed next to her dozing sister and checked the screen. The wall paper was a picture of the three of them, Fleur, Harry and Gabrielle from a week ago, when he presented them with their new phones. She smiled at the memory of their last conversation , but quickly shook herself as the phone beeped once again. The small flashing icon on the bottom of the screen, indicated a text message was sent to her. Quickly cycling through her options, she checked the message and grinned with pleasure:

To: My Naughty Little Girl
From: Your Naughty Little Boy
Message Title: Hoping to spend some time with you…
Message Body:
Hey, it’s me. I’m in Diagon Alley right now, had a meeting with Neville and the twins. Seems like that dancing thing in the Leakey Cauldron I told you about a few months ago has grown to pretty much a nightly thing. Neville and Susan wanted to go, and the twins were itching to burn off some steam. They roped me and Miks into it, and it sounded like a good idea.
Interested in a little kick and a twirl? Not a kind of ballroom thing , but the simple songs are a lot of fun. I’ll teach you if you’re interested :P. I would like to spend some time with you, then we can go for a bite and I can show you my new place. Miks and the gang pitched in and bought me a nice little place to crash…it’s got a big bed 
[Bring Gabby if she wants to come ]

“He’s so incredible…” she murmered to herself as she smiled almost maniacly at his almost uncanny method of doing things that seemed impossible. How could he have known that she needed something like this? If it was coincidence, than fate must be a two sided bitch since he got the worst of it and the best of it in equal numbers, she thought to herself. Quickly, she turned over and roused her sister, “Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Wake up, Harry wants us to go dancing with him!”
Her sister perked up at this, and a smile graced her features, yet it fell a second later, “Aw…Maman said I had a fitting for my school robes tonight…” she said with a huff. She looked up at her sister, “Tell me how it was?” she asked hopefully.
Fleur bent down and gave her a little kiss on the forehead, “I will my angel, I will,” she said and walked over to the closet, “Now, help me put something on that Harry will like!”
A half hour later, Fleur appeared outside of the Leakey Cauldron within the designated Portkey point. She had to go through a ministry check point before porting here, but she was none the less fine. Straightening out her shot casual emerald dress, she and Gabrielle had picked something that would match well with Harry’s eyes, she quickly made her way up the cobblestone street, making sure her the flats she wore didn’t get bent out or scuffed on the uneaven pavement. She would have worn those high stilettos that she purchased to show Harry, but opted for a comfortable alternative. She thought she would have been able to dance in them, but did not want to take any chances, especially since they were going to be seeing his new place that night…and maybe break in his new bed. That last thought brought a blush to her cheeks as she made the way out of the portal. As soon as she was out of the alley, the sound hit her. Loud, boisterous, and fun, it was the epitome of a country dance hall. The crush was near impossible to weave through and she thanked her Veela ancestors for the willowy flexible figure, as well as her Veela strength after she had to crush a few fingers for trying to touch what was not theirs.
It was a nice dance hall, she mused to herself, long and brightly lit, a dais on the far end with a group of musicians playing British wizarding instruments, and a large group of people clapping in time to several couples dancing across the floor. She had no idea how she was going to find Harry, until one of the dancers spun his charge around, and the long black locks and vivid green eyes of her Harry flashed for the entire room to see. Quickly pushing her way thorough the crush, she made it to the edge of the floor and watched, slightly irked that he was dancing with someone else, as he twirled his partner faster and faster on each pass.
Harry looked like he was having fun, his coat was off, and he was in his shirt sleaves, as he twirled the girl. She was pretty, full figured with a shock of long beautiful brown hair that framed her face like a mane of brown fire as she danced expertly in his arms. Seeing the graceful way they moved and the ease in which they danced, Fleur was beginning to suspect that this wasn’t the first time they were together. She remembered Harry telling her about a girl he danced with the night he escaped from Dumbledore, a girl he admitted was one of the ones he made love to. Was this the girl? A feeling of dread came over her, was he just playing around with the two of them? Was he using her like so many others had done before, just a quick fuck and a goodbye? Quickly she stopped that train of thought. No, this was harry, she told herself, this was the man who was so honorable that he stood by and accepted the fact that his life had been forcibly changed and made the best of it thanks to his own honor. She settled herself and smiled, pushing away the horrid thoughts. Harry would never do that to either her or Gabrielle.
The song wound down to a spectacular spin as Harry caught the girl in his arms, and the Hall clapped uproariously for them. They laughed at each other smiling in mutual enjoyment, but something about his eyes didn’t match what Fleur knew to be Harry’s true smile. It was a facsimilie, a fake persona, a façade that he showed the world to stave off the horrid complications that would arise from unwanted questions. As he striated, the girl grinned and turned to take their seats, and as Harry’s eyes brushed over the crowed, he did a double take when his eyes brushed over Fleur. Catching them, her heart began to gallop and her breath caught, those were his eyes, his happy eyes, she thought to herself and smiled giddily at him. Grinning, he cut across the dance floor, the girl in tow, as he approached Fleur.
“My Fleur…” he murmered, and then she was caught in a crush. She finally felt complete, all those horrid thoughts and insecurities she felt over the past few weeks washing out instantly as she felt his strong arms around her, his body pressed against hers, his mouth hungrily tasting hers. Finally, Fleur was with her Harry. She had no idea how long they were pressed together, but a few cat calls and suggestions jolted them from their intimacy, as he slowly let her slide down his front and grinned down at her sheepishly, “Sorry about that,” he appoligized, “I guess I got a little carried away…”
She was resting agasint his chest, his persperations and heat from his previous dancing, the smell of him, the heady scent that made her tingle and weak in the knees, grinning, she looked up and quickly gave him a kiss on his chin, “Don’t worry about it,” she said, and gave him another kiss, “I like when you get carried away.”
He smiled even wider, his eyes dancing with micheviousness, he bent down, his lips almost touching hers, and whispered “Hmmmm….like I said, My Fleur is a naughty little g-“
“Bob!” she heard from behind Harry. Turning around, she recognized the girl Harry was dancing with. She was now standing in back of him holding the hand of a stocky looking blond man who wore a wide grin and a pair of horn rimmed glasses.
Harry turned around, tucking Fleur’s hand in the crook of his arm, and looked up, smiling the same fake smile he usually wore, he said, “Hey Shari, this is-, Oh, this must be Eric right?”
The girl, ‘Shari’, grinned in response, and pulled the big man’s arm around her shoulders, “Eric,” she said, looking up at the man, “I’d like you to meet Bob, Bob, this is my fiancé Eric Masters,” she said with a smile.
The big man held out his hand, and grinned at Harry, “Bob the Wizard,” he said with a chuckle, “Your reputation precedes you. Shari’s told me so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Taking the larger man’s hand in his, he gave a hearty handshake and grinned back, “And Shari just wouldn’t shut up about you, mate,” laughed as Eric grinned down at a blushing Shari, “Don’t worry mate, nothing too private. But I’ve just gotta ask you,” he said in a conspiratory tone, “Did you really do-“
Shari broke free of Eric’s arm and proceeded to attempt to cover Harry’s mouth with her hands, blushing and giggling the entire way, “Don’t you dare Bob! I-“
Harry laughed loudly as he fought her off, “Ok, ok, ok,” he said chuckling to himself as Shari settled back under Eric’s arm, her face about ten shades redder, “Anyway, Shari, Eric, I’d like to introduce my girlfriend. This is Fleur Delacour, Fleur, this is Shari and Eric Masters, soon to be Mister and Missus Masters.”
They both shook her hand, she was surprised that Eric didn’t gape at her and simply gave her a genial smile. He must really love her, she thought to herself, and unconsciously, pressed herself against Harry with a small sigh of pleasure.
“You guys going to stick around for another few dances?” Harry asked.
Shari smiled and shook her head, “Eric’s unit is shipping out tomorrow,” she caught Fleur’s confused look, “He’s in the service,” she explained, “So we’re going to get going. Two hours is more than enough for me…and we’ve got some…other things,” she said with a blush, and Harry grinned at a smiling Eric, “To do. Goodbye Bob,” she said, and kissed Harry on the cheek, “Nice to meet you Fleur. Anyone who can tame Bob is a goddess in my book. Good luck with the great lummox,” she said, and walked off with the large blonde man.
“She seemed really nice,” she said, idly stroking his chest and leaning her head on his shoulder, “was she the girl who…?” she trailed off, leaving the words unspoken.
Harry grinned at her, “Well, aren’t you inquisitive. Why? Jealous?” he asked with an evil smile.
Fleur colored slightly, “No…well…yes, I guess so…” she blushed prettily.
“Well you don’t have to be,” he said and scooped her up once again in an the all consuming kiss that they were engaged in before they were interrupted by Shari and Eric. A few minutes later, she was leaning heavily on his chest, breathing in pants and luxuriated in the feel of him.
“Come on,” he said, pulling his arm around Fleur and idly stroking her long beautiful blonde hair, “the others are waiting over there.” The two of them walked through the crowded hall and Fleur was amazed how they did not have to maneuver around others are duck away, they had a clear road through the crush as people sensed Harry’s presence and instinctively moved away. It was like being in a crowded room with her father, she mused, both he and Harry had instinctive airs of command that would have enabled them to dominate a room in rags. It was an incredible gift, but one that was earned and not given. She mused at the looks they were getting, from the awestruck and near drooling looks of the women and the jealous look of the men, they were pretty much the center of attention every where they moved. Then it hit her, Harry looked exactly like Harry! He wasn’t wearing his glammours!
Qucikly she looked up and caught his attention, “Harry,” she whispered hurredly, “Shouldn’t you be wearing your glammours? What if a Death Eater or one of the Order members are here? They could catch you!”
Harry chuckled at her concern for his wellbeing and pulled her tigheter against him, relishing in the feel of her as that beautiful emerald dress she wore clung to her body, “Don’t worry about it Fleur,” he said calmly, and kissed her on top of her head, “I’m using the obscurare charm as well as a light confundus spell. No one will remember who I am if they see me, and only those I specifically key in to my obscurare charm will be able to tell I’m me. Otherwise, anyone strong enough to get pass the confundus charm will only see a normal looking brown haired man,” he explained with a shrug.
She sighed in relief and kissed him on the cheek as they approached Harry’s friends. They were seated at a booth towards the back of the common room, one of the closest booths to the dance floor. She recognized Mika Saito immediately, the normally strict tall Japanese woman, now had her hair down and was talking adamantly with one of the twins, she could’t tell who it was, nursing a tall glass of muggle draft. The twins were there as well, both of them with butterbeer, and finally a tall boy with brown hair and a pretty red headed girl on his arm were sitting next to them, chatting a bit with the other brother.
Fleur was alittle apprehensive about meeting the twins. They knew, at least she figured Bill would have told them, that she had dated their brother. What she didn’t know was how they would react to find out that she was now seeing Harry. Gathering her courage, she settled herself and wore a calm face as she approached on harry’s arm.
“Hey guys, lookie what I found,” Harry said with a genial grin.
Five heads turned simmultaniously and four of the five froze immediately. Mika stood up and smiled brightly at Fleur. The two women had built a friendship with each other during their nightly bar hopping and frequent clubbing at their stay in the South of France. Their care for the same man, one sisterly the other not so sisterly, had brought them even closer, so it was no surprise that the two had formed such a close friendship with each other.
“Fleur!” Mika said as she quickly came over and eveloped Fleur in a big hug, “It’s so good to see you again! It’s been murder trying to talk to Evan when he hasn’t seen you in a week,” she grinned at Fleur, and smiled slyly at a blushing Harry, “He’s been moaning and groaning about how he never gets to spend any time with you, about how he misses you so much. I caught him last week in his room, with a-“
“Miks!” Harry said with a hard look.
She scoffed at him and gave him a sly grin before bending down to Fleur’s ear. The red flush that suffused her face and the look of utter embarrassment in Harry’s gave the others varying degrees of ideas on what he would be doing so long away from his girl and Neville and Susan cracked up laughing, making Harry’s face flush an even angrier red. Mika simply laughed and slid back into the booth, shooting a smile at Harry over the top rim of her beer.
Harry was still stiff as a board as Fleur walked over and drapped herself across his shoulders, her blond hair tickling his neck and her lips kissing him softly on the cheek as she giggled slightly, “A pensieve, a shovel,” she looked at him with an odd expression, though the amused little quirk to her lips never left, “And a rubber chicken…?” she asked, quite loudly.
Neville and Susan laughed loudly once again, Mika joining them. Even the shocked and curious twins had to snort and laugh at that crack. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled her to him, kissing her lightly on the forehead, “There was no rubber chicken or a shovel,” he said shooting Mika an incredulous expression. The tall Japanese woman just laughed all the harder, nearly spilling her beer on herself. He lowered his voice, “I’m a naughty little boy, but I’m not that naughty,” he said as she giggled.
“Still though,” she said with a lavacious grin, “A pensieve?”
Harry grinned at her, the color of his face showing his embarrassment, “Well, I am a man,” he said, and licked his lips again, bringing them close to hers, “And I haven’t had you for almost a week,” he pulled her to him and she gasped at the growing hardness she was feeling, “I missed you,” he simply said. She grinned up at him and nipped at his chin.
“You’re going to have to show me, just what you did in that pensieve, my naughty little boy,” she teased him, and rose up on tip toes to taste his lips.
“Ahem,” came the loud interrupting voice of one of the twins. Fleur quickly turned around, a slight flush in her cheeks as she realized what they were doing in a crowded common room. They took their seats, Harry signaling the waitress, and they ordered another round of butterbeers for the twins, Neville and Susan, another draft for Mika, a Bacc water for Fleur, and a Little Man’s Hammer on the rocks for Harry. When everyone had their drinks, introductions were made, and Fleur had started in on her Bacc water, the twins asked the question they wanted to know as soon as they saw Fleur walking in with Harry.
“Ok you two,” it was George who asked, “What exactly is going on here. Why are you hanging over Harry when, last I heard, you were supposed to be with our brother Bill?” Both Fred and Goerge were looking at the both of them with neutral expressions, something that meant their explanations had better be good or else something bad was going to happen.
Clearing his throat Harry started, “Well-“
“Let me, Harry,” Fleur said, interrupting him with her hand on his. Addressing the twins, he began, “It was true, that your brother and I were seeing each other for almost a year. But what you did not understand was that I was with your brother for some very wrong reasons,” he admitted.
George gave her a speculative look and asked, “And those reasons were?”
“Guys,” warned Harry, “some of them are very personal. I don’t think-“
Again, she interrupted him with a squeeze to his hand, “It is fine Harry. As you can trust these people, I can trust them as well,” she said and got five nods of agreement in response, “Veela have a problem,” she said, taking another long draw of the tasteless liquid, “we usually lack what other women are able to achieve when they are intimate with a man.”
“When they’re in-“ started Mika, but her eyes went big as realization struck, “Oh…”
Fleur nodded and gave her a sad smile, “Yes, it is the curse of the Veela. It has to do with the charm. During the throes of passion, a Veela will lose control of her grasp of the charm, and will release it into her partner at full power. The resulting power expansion will enthrall her partner,” she took another draw, trying to force down the blush, “Now this creates two problems. One, the man will go limp and not be able to finish, or two, he will finish much too early.”
“Finish?” asked Fred with a lost expression. The three woman rolled their eyes and George had to lean over to his brother and whisper into his ear, “Oh!” Fred shouted in realization, “Wow, that must really suck. You mean he- ooof!” he said, as his brother elbowed him in the gut. Leaning over the table, he murmered, “I’ll just shut up now, thanks.”
Hiding a giggle, she continued, “Yes, well, because of that, Veela who marry non-Veela males usually have a very hard time enjoying the intimacy that comes with physical pleasure. But very rarely, there are people who are immune to the power. These people have a natural mental barrier in which they are able to prevent themselves from being enthralled. Because of the rarity of these people, it rarely happens that a Veela and one with the immunity are found. So far I have only met five people who are immune to the charm. Of them, my father and Harry are the strongest,” she explained, “And Bill was one who was partially immune to the charm.”
Looks of understanding went around the table as Fleur blushed under the scrutiny. Harry pulled her closer to him and hugged her to his side. She continued, “Bill was the first man who was ever strong enough to resist the charm. When I met him, I thought he was one of those guys who used their job and their money to try and pick up a quick…’lay…as the Americans put it,” she explained. Fred and George adopted confused looks, they never thought their eldest brother could do something like that, “I was about to write him off and tell him to leave me alone, when I found out he was immune to the power. That night, I received the first…pleasureable…experience I had ever had. He was who he was, but I foolishly thought I could change him. Over the next nine months, we dated, and we indulged. Over a while though, his…tastes…were getting much more wild…more perverse…than we had originally started off with. It was making me uncomfortable…he even-“ she shook herself and continued, “Anyway, it was when he first met my father that I realized he would not change. Over the nine months we had been together, not one word of French did he learn, not one thing did he try to do to change himself, not one thing did he do to foster a relationship with my family, he simply ran away when it was too tough. But still I stayed, I could not give up the pleasure,” she said sadly.
The boys, sans Harry, were giving her odd looks, why would she take that, just for sex? Just for the pleasure of release? But Mika and Susan were compassionate. They understood how important that was. Men could attain their release so very easily, but women were a different story all together.
“So,” she said continuing, “all this time I thought I could change him. Although he had been cheeting on me with different women, making me do all sorts of things for his-…ahem…there came the trip to the south of France. I begged Bill to come and try to mend things with my father and he finally gave in. It was bad for the first few days. Bill did not try hard enough, and my father could see through the façade. Harry even tried to coach him, to help him with the problem.”
“I bet that didn’t go over well,” said Goerge, who was frowning at the realization that his eldest and youngest brothers were much more alike than they had thought.
Fleur sighed, “No, it did not. Three days in, he yelled at Harry and accused him of sabotaging his chances at befriending my father. He yelled and accused Harry of all sorts of horrible things, and Harry took it, not saying a word. After he was through, Harry simply walked away…that was when it got ugly.”
Harry was grimacing at the thought.
“When he could not get a rise out of Harry, he came after me,” Fleur said with a flash of anger, “he accused me of different things, and when I yelled back for the first time, he called me a ‘cheep French whore’, was the adage he used. He pretty much admitted to cheeting on me, and using me for only sex. This brought the attention of my family and Harry.”
The two boys looked up at Harry with questioning eyes. Harry sighed and explained, “I heard the yells and thought I should step in before anything got physical. This was on both sides guys, I didn’t want Bill to hit her, and I didn’t want Fleur to change and kill him,” he said with a shrug. Looks of understanding flashed as he continued, “so I intervened. Did my little killing intent thing and confronted the man. I was going to use a legilimens probe to seal the memories away, but your brother was actually quite malicious,” he said with a frown, “much more like Ron than the two of you or Charlie,” he said, more to himself than the others, “he brought up Snape and how weak I was then asked me ‘how did you like to be mind raped Harry?’ That kind of sent me over board. I regret it now, but I got mad. Ripped through his mental shields and left him a little…present…”
The twins were giving him a hard look, and Harry said, “He deserved it guys. You should have seen some of the things he made Fleur do for him. He was one sick puppy and I’m not sorry for what I did to him,” he said, and watched as they deflated and shook their heads, mirror images of disgust and disappointment.
“We always looked up to Bill,” said Goerge.
“Thought he was the best Weasley of the bunch, you know?” said Fred.
Goerge sighed, “Never thought that would happen though. You said you left something ginside of him right? What did you do?”
Harry sighed, and hugged Fleur tighter, “Your brother was a sex addict. It was what he did, the only thing that he really enjoyed. When I was rooting through his head, I saw some of the things he had done. There’s a reason why he likes younger girls guys,” he said, hinting at the meaning of the words, “But I made it so he could never do what he did to Fleur to anyone else.”
At the lost look they were shooting him, Harry replied, “let’s just say, his snapping turtle will never be able to snap again, even with muggle or magical drugs,” he finished with a widening of his eyes.
George grimaced, “Mum’s going to be disappointed,” and he took a long draw from his butterbeer, “always thought that Bill was better, you know. I knew that Percy and Ron had issues, but never Bill. Both he and Charlie were the ones we looked up to,” he said and sighed.
Harry frowned, “I’m sorry guys,” he said, “I never meant it to be that way.”
“Mate,” said Fred, looking directly at Harry, “It’s not your fault. They decided to turn away from the true Weasely code. Weasleys are always honorable, always just, but those three turned away. They aren’t Weasleys anymore. Not your fault,” he finished with conviction.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the jovial mood ruined by the talk of such dark matters, until George had the insight to break the tention, “So Harry, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal,” he said with an evil grin, “Since you tell such great stories, we wanted to know what it was like to be with a V-“
“Okay Fleur, why don’t we hit the dance floor huh? That’s why we came here in the first place, I’ll see you guys, watch my coat will you,” he said quickly as his face turned red, and he pulled the blushing Veela up and whisked her away to the dance floor, leaving the raucous laughter behind them.
As they entered the dance floor, several of the people cheered at Harry, recognizing him as the guy who made such a spectacle about an hour ago with the brown haired daughter of the barkeep.
“They really seem to like you,” Fleur mused as the band set up for another song. She grinned and relaxed into his embrace, “Looks like I have a lot to live up to then.”
Harry chuckled, “Looks like it,” he said with a sly grin.
She laughed and elbowed him in the ribs as the band started their next song. It was a song they both knew, a country jig from England, and they settled nicely into the moves. They danced the night away, embeleshing moves, making up new ones, wowing the crowd with their intensity and skill. Fleur was graceful and fluid, like water moving over rocks or a tree bending gracefully in the wind. Harry was hard and strong, emoting a powerful presence and an exactness that contrasted nicely with the gracefulness of his beautiful partner. They made a very striking couple and by the end of the two hours they had been dancing, they were both parched and soaked with perspiration.
At the end of the night, they were tired. After taking a quick bite at the Leaky Cauldron, they said their goodbyes to Mika and the rest, then walked out into Muggle London. They were still giddy from the drink as well as the dehydration as they staggered out into the cool air, Harry’s arm around the giggling willowy Veela.
“That was wonderful Harry! I never knew you could dance so well! When did you learn? I didn’t recal you dancing that well at the Yule Ball,” Fleur asked, hugging herself to Harry’s side, luxuriating in the feel of him, despite, or maybe inspite, of the sweat soaking the shirt. She kept running her hands inside of his half unbuttoned shirt as his arm fiddled with her hair.
Smiling, Harry explained, “I learned after that horrible showing you so kindly pointed out,” he said, teasing her and leaning down to kiss the top of her head, “A few of the girls from the old DA taught me, and I learned a little more on my own.”
Laughing, she turned into him, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up into his eyes, “Maybe I should thank them, don’t you think?”
“Hmmmm,” he said, “Maybe you should thank them…” he finished, moving his head down to meet her eager lips. A scant inch away, as she was reaching up to meet his, he pulled back and grinned down at her, clearly denying her and smug in his game of superiority.
She pretended to frown and smacked the side of his arm as she settled down back against his chest, “Where do we go now? You said something about a big bed in your text…”
Instead of indulging her he laughed loudly at her earnestness, throwing his head back and barking his laugh. She looked up at him with a slightly embarrassed look, but still those eyes were smoldering with lust, “I don’t see what’s so funny about that big boy,” she said with a grin, “You seem to be just as eager as I,” she finished by reaching down and squeezing the large bulge that was forming between his legs. Harry immediately stopped laughing and moaned into her hair as she stimulated him harder and harder.
“Fleur…” he moaned as he leaned into her, giving her more access to him. Then suddenly she stopped, and pulled away, skipping off with a pleased smile. He grimaced and tried to adjust himself as he muttered, “…naughty girl, such a naughty girl…” he stopped in mid thought, and grinned to himself, “such a naughty girl…” Quickly, he ran up, conscious of the irritation her ministrations caused, and pulled out his wand, as he approached. He jumped her from behind and held her to him as she giggled and tried to turn around. After taking a big lungful of her smell, the wonderful floral aroma that was completely Fleur, he moved his mouth down to her ear, and after kissing the sensitive area in back of her ear, he whispered, “I can do that too, you know.” Then he apparated them to the lobby of a large muggle condominium complex.
After the shock of apparition, she looked around and saw the lavish lobby, the empty room was larger than most, with a room that looked large enough for a convention. Gold gilding and dark amber wood made up the lavish front desk, white marble covered the floor. As she looked up, she saw two huge identical chandeliers. She felt Harry’s lips on her neck, and she shuddered in pleasure.
“We’re home Fleur,” he said quietly, and he walked them over to the elevators. Immediately, a large set of doors opened up in an almost mirror like surface and they entered the darkly covered, yet spacious interior of the elevator. Without stopping, Harry called out, “Penthouse Suite, number one,” he said loudly, and the elevator closed. They were off. Quickly, Harry spun her around and claimed her lips, his hands running over her bare arms, and the smoothness of her long beautiful hair. She began to moan quietly as he pinned her against the wall and her legs spread open, moving around his hips to straddle his waist. His hands went around her to cup her derier and pull her higher on the wall, his mouth still attached to hers.
Slowly, she began to grind against him as he did the same to her. In a few seconds they were taking pleasure from each other, Harry between her legs and his mouth making tiny bites over the sensitive flesh on her neck, until the light hit the lense of a camera in the corner of the room.
“Harry!” she said, snapping partially out of the pleasure high, “The camera!”
He continued to kiss her neck, renewing his efforts on her, “Don’t worry,” he said in between kisses, “Quick wandless obscuring charm, they don’t’ see us,” he assured her and pulled back to grin at her, “Did that turn you on?”
She colored slightly and his grin grew, “It did didn’t it?” he chuckled, “You know, I still haven’t gotten you back for that mean little fondling you did outside of the Leaky Cauldron.”
Fleur smiled back at him mischeviously, “What did you have in mind,” she said, resting her head back against the wall, her head leaning lazily to the right as she stared at his beautiful green eyes.
Still pinning the beautiful Veela against the wall, he grinned and quickly dropped to his knees in front of her. She gasped, as he flipped the hem of her emerald skirt up past her hips and quickly pulled her lacy black knickers aside. They were nice, and he commented on it.
“Nice pair of knickers, Fleur,” he said, admiring the nice pattern covering her sex, “Black huh? Very nice color contrast.” She grinned down at him and gave him a sultry smile.
“I wore them for you,” she replied, “I knew you’d like them since you just love it down there,” she finished by patting his head like a good dog, “Alright? Aw that’s a good boy, now get to work or you won’t get a treat,” she said, with a cheeky grin. He shot her an incredulous look and then grinned.
“Woof,” he said singally, before pulling her panties to the side and kissing her as he did her lower lips. Immediately she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as he luxuriated in the taste of her, the strong scent of her flower, the way her thighs felt around his head, they way her cute little bum writhed back and forth every time his lips came in contact with her. She was beautiful, if anything, even more so than the first time he took her. Her lips were even more swollen than before, pure and smooth, with that naughty little patch of sparse golden curls at the peak of her flower.
He started by sharing a passionate kiss with her folds, treating her flower as if he were kissing her lips. She seemed to react to that, so he continued, increasing his movements only slightly and finally slipping in his tongue as she jerked and moaned. Leaving her flower for a bit, he began to kiss her thighs and the soft sensitive skin between her legs and her flower. Letting his hands move down, he guided her legs and placed her feet upon his shoulders, giving him greater access to her most private of places.
Immediately, her face, became even redder from the compromising position she was in. He supported her with his hands as she balanced on his shoulders, her back straight against the wall, as she looked down into his burning eyes. She was so red, her eyes looking so embarrassed, he pulled away from her folds, nuzzling them lightly with his chin, he let his head lean on one of her delicate ankles as he looked up.
“All you have to say is ‘no’ Fleur, and I’ll stop,” he said, as he lightly liked his lips, accentuating the glistening fluid smeared across his chin and cheeks.
He was so thoughtful, she thought, even when they were playing lover’s games, he remembered that her comfort came first. Yet the position they were in was so provocative, so ‘naughty.’ It was so incredibly hot, the feeling that she was bearing herself to the world while they made love, maybe she was an exhibitionist, she thought to herself, as she felt his fingers brush the mound of golden curls. She smiled down at him, and shook her head, as she calmly thread her fingers through his long hair and slowly brought his face back to her glistening folds.
Harry saw the acceptance in her eyes, and he eagerly bent back down to dip inside of her, his eyes watching hers as he pleasured her. He loved the way her eyes began to gloss over as pleasure took her, the way she fought for consciousness while he pushed every button he remembered from their first time. He was rewarded by renewed moans, telling him how much she loved what he was doing, telling him naughty things she wanted to do to him, and feeling the intoxicating magic of the charm as it flooded into the ambient magic circulating within the tiny cabin. Slowly it began to increase, the charm’s magic, as well as her grinding, and her breaths came out in little high pitched pants as her fingers began to frantically grip his hair, pushing him further into her folds.
Feeling a little naughty himself, he let his tongue dip down lower than her folds to stimulate the pink little hole that was her rear. When his tongue circled the entrance, she jerked and screamed his name loudly as the new stimulation finally pushed her over the edge. Quickly, he moved back up and expertly inserted his tongue into her folds as she began to buckle with each wave of pleasure. He continued to stimulate her as her pleasure went on and on, and her sensitivity skyrocketed. By the time he was through with her she was near screaming, attempting to push him out of her with her weak fingers.
Grinning to himself, he slowly pulled out and replaced her sexy black panties, letting her legs fall back open and settle her feet back on the ground. He supported her half against the wall, and half on top of him, as he knew she was much too weak to stand on her own. Gently, he let her drape her arms around his shoulders and her head on his chest, as he held her to him with one arm, the other gently stroking her leg and the roundness of her derier.
She was still panting, and he smiled evily, as he slowly moved his hand over to her thigh, crossed over to her panties and quickly shifted two fingers in so he could give her folds a quick stroke. She jumped back, her breath catching, as she squeezed him hard and pressed her face into his chest, her hips moving back and away to prevent his fingers from touching her. He knew it wasn’t a disgust thing, she was much too sensitive at this moment for him to touch her, but he decided to play with her, tease her for teasing him before.
“Sensitive, aren’t you,” he chided playfully as he lightly dipped his fingers under her dress and played lightly over the flesh of her rear. She squeezed him again, as she looked up, a red faced and embarrassed expression in her eyes. Indignantly, though her eyes were still laughing she replied.
“What tipped you off?” she asked, then rolled her eyes as she let him reach down with his lips and take hers in a crushing kiss. She moaned into him as she tasted herself on her lips, the tangy flavor, slightly sweet, slighty coppery, yet completely remenicient of that one incredible thing, sex. It turned her on so much, that she nearly forgot her sensitivity, and jumped up, settling herself around his hips. She wanted him so badly, yet realized that he hadn’t gotten any sort of relief yet.
As they relaxed against the wall, she idly asked, “How long does it take to go up sixteen floors?”
Harry chuckled, “Not long, though I froze the gears on the elevator when we started to get a little excited. Ready to see the bed?” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, “And maybe the rest of the apartment if we have time.”
She laughed at his antics and kissed him lightly on his nose, “Come on, let’s go,” she said, as she stood back on her feet and settled her rumpled garments around her hips once again. They stood holding each other, as the double doors opened up to a quiet hall, with a set of large double doors at the end.
“Wow, they really went all out,” he said, as they approached the doors.
Fleur asked, “You’re the only one on this floor?”
“Yup,” he replied, “Miks and the others sprang for a full Penthouse suite, that means, my own private elevator, my own private hall, and my own private Penthouse at the top of the Building. Now we don’t even have to put up any silencing wards when you scream your head off,” he said as he artfully dipped his fingers between her thighs. She yelped as she giggled into his arm.
“And whose fault is it that I ‘scream my head off’?” she asked, looking up at him.
Harry chuckled, “Did you see me complaining?” he replied, as he pulled his arm around her waist and gave her beautiful derier a slap and a pinch. She settled into his side as he approached the door. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a small plastic card and swiped it along the card reader. The door clicked and opened into a lavish entry way, filled with various gold and silver furniture and white marble floors. But that really wasn’t what was important to them at the moment. Quickly moving through the various rooms of the spacious apartment, the moved up to the second floor where an open air master bed overlooked the main sitting room and the balcony, only a thin gold railing separating them from a one story fall. The bed was vast, to say the least. It was at least two to three times the size of his old room, and just the right height that he could lift her up and fall atop her on the bed, resting comfortably between her knees.
She flipped them over, utilizing her Veela strength, and proceded to rip off all his clothes in the most interesting mix of ferocity and pure blind lust. When he was completely naked, she quickly pulled off her dress and shimmied out of her panties, tossing them lighty to the side as she slowly started from his ankles, and kissed her way up to his thighs, slowly encircling his sex with one hand.
He was so large, she thought to herself, as she slowly pumped him, up and down, and listened with increased desire as he moaned her name. She continued her ministrations, using her thumb to circle the head as she stroked up and down his shaft, and fondling his scrotum with her free hand. She smiled nervously up at him, his smoldering lust filled eyes helping to banish some of the apprehension of what she wanted to do to him, but not all of it. There was still a large part left over, extra baggage, from her last relationships. The horrid things they made her do, the submissive actions that usually centered on oral sex. She wanted so badly to do this for him, to let him feel what it was like to have her do this for him, to feel the release and the tender ministrations of her tongue on his hot flesh, but it brought up too many awful memories. Still she tried to push through them.
Licking her lips, she shook as she lowered her head to him, and timidly opened her mouth, her pink tongue extending slighty to cover her lower teeth, but a firm hand on her cheek stopped her. She felt Harry shift back into a sitting position, as he pulled her to him. She rested her head on his lap, her fingers still circling his length, as he slowly and gently stroked her hair in the most intimate and comforting manner possible. He was so gentle, she thought to herself, and she wanted so hard to please him. Firming her resolve, she got to her knees in front of him, her delectable derier high in the air. She felt him caress her narrow hips and the roundess of her rear and gained courage from that. Slowly she lowered her head, her mouth opening once again to receive him, and again, his fingers cupped her cheek and pulled her away. This time he pulled her up to face him/
“No Fleur,” he said, still stroking her cheek intimately, cupping it and giving her such comfort, banishing her inner demons, “You don’t have to do that anymore. Not with me,” he said and slowly kissed her, distracting her from the pain of her past. She felt herself drowning in him again, yet she caught herself and fought free of the fog. Pushing back, she let him lay down.
“I-I-“ she started, as she stradled him.
Harry shook his head, “No Fleur. You’re not ready to face those memories,” he said as he pulled her down, “In time, but right now, I want to be inside of you. I want to be inside of my Fleur so badly,” he said, as their lips touched in mutual ecstasy.
Hours later, Harry lay dozing in the center of the bed, the linens in an impossible tangle around his legs and body. Long hours of strenuous activity left a slight sheen of perspiration on his body that seemed to glisten in the light of the moon, pouring through the large window of the London skyline. It was a surprisingly clear night, and the young woman lying next to him was busy admiring him as she gently stroked the wet messy hair of her lover. She too looked exquisite as the moonlight made her skin glow and shine like polished pearl. Her golden hair gleamed as it drapped over Harry’s skin.
It was nearly four in the morning, yet still Fleur could not sleep. She had been thinking about her relationship with Harry as well as her problem of her future for the past hour since Harry finally collapsed in exhaustion. Not that she wasn’t far behind, but thanks to the bond, she was constantly getting a fresh supply of magic which she was able to convert to normal stamina, increasing her awareness, and her energy tenfold. It was a useful thing to have, and it made her feel so much closer to Harry, to think that they shared something as intimate as one’s pure magical essence. It was as if they shared a soul.
“I want this…” she murmered to herself, “I want this every day for the rest of my life,” she said nodding her head, as her hands trailed over Harry’s sweat slicked body. Finally, she laid her head down atop his chest, her breasts pushed up against his flesh and her legs twining with his, and fell asleep for the first good rest she had in a month.