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Harri was worried to say the least, even though she tried not to let it show. She walked through the halls of the castle, aiming for an air of indifference or discovery, but deep inside she was in knots. Fleur was missing. Fleur, the Beauxbatons Triwizard champion, world renowned broom racer, newly acquired friend of the Girl-who-lived, and recent source of a lot of confusion and strange feelings.
It had been nearly a week and a half since the second task, when Harri had pulled both Ron, the slimy backstabbing git, and Gabbi, Fleur’s little sister, out of the lake. Since then, the platinum blonde hadn’t been seen. The last she saw of her new friend, Fleur had been pacing the pier waiting for the time to run out when Harri surfaced, both hostages in tow. Once they climbed out of the water, Fleur had grabbed both Harri and her sister in a big hug and kissed Gabrielle's cheeks. Harri, she tugged close and kissed. On the lips. In front of everyone. But then she turned away with her sister and left Harri standing alone in the cold on the pier, dripping water from the Black Lake.
Since then, nothing had been the same. Harri had shut down a number of people who thought Fleur was nothing more than a pretty face. She’d gone by the Beauxbatons carriage asking for Fleur, had even talked to Gabbi, who’s English was spotty at best. They communicated far too much in pantomime for it to be called conversation. Though if they ever played charades, Harri was totally snagging Gabbi. She had sought the house elves, who definitely knew something but weren’t telling. Though, they all seemed very excited about whatever was going on.
Harri had wandered nearly every floor of the castle, had talked to what seemed like every portrait. She’d searched every nook and cranny, even wandered down to both the chamber of secrets and the series of rooms from first year all to no avail.
She could barely focus in class, stayed only long enough at meals to grab something she could take with her. Every night she was under the cloak, scouring the halls or pouring over the marauders map. Fleur had to be somewhere, but wherever she was, no one could find her. Luna joined in on her search at some point, bringing snacks and quiet conversation as they trundled through the halls.Luna was someone she wished she had met years ago; second year would have been best.
The blonde ravenclaw was brilliant but offbeat, causing no small amount of friction with those in her own house. But she and Harri got along quite well. Luna was bright enough and curious enough to go along with Harri’s wild research topics, though she often added additional layers of conspiracy to the findings. But Harri never felt the pressure and judgment that she got from Hermione, as if the curriculum was the only thing that mattered.
They both needed a friend when they met, and it just worked out. Harri met Luna when Ron and Hermione were fighting last year over crookshanks and scabbers. Harri just wanted to stay out of the whole mess, and during her wandering around the lake, she saw Luna feeding thin air. Curiosity piqued, Harri walked over and asked what was going on. It was then that she learned of thestrals.
Luna and Fleur had not gotten along at first, and Harri had no idea why. The two were like oil and water, each puffing up and taking verbal swipes at the other. She tried to play mediator, but no matter what she did, they couldn’t stand each other.
It was only after the Yule Ball, which had been a disaster of epic proportions, that things settled down. She had been feeding the threstals with Luna one afternoon, hands covered in chicken blood, when she saw Luna staring at her.
She went to ask what it was when Luna leaned in and pressed her lips to Harri’s.
After she drew back, Luna smiled. “That was nice. But I’m not the one for you, nor you me. There’s someone else waiting for you. Still, I wanted to know what it would be like to be yours and to have you. I was selfish like that, I’m sorry.”
“It- It’s alright.” Harri says, remembering that her hands are covered in raw chicken blood and so resists the urge to feel her lips. “I forgive you, Luna.”
Luna changed some after that, but in a subtle, indescribable way. She didn’t do or say anything different, didn’t stop talking about her paper or the creatures, or Marietta’s skincare routine, but there was something less manic about her. Like she’d calmed down a little. She wasn’t so pressed. Luna and she grew closer, after that, contradicting what Harri thought was supposed to happen, but Luna was after all, nothing if not contrarian.
She and Fleur got along after that too. She found them sharing a table, discussing the pros and cons of standardizing defense curriculum’s internationally. Or just sipping their drinks without anything being on fire. Harri wasn’t sure what to make of their new friendship, but since her life had become so tossed and turned about, she was in no position to complain or argue. Plus, she liked them being friends. It made life much less stressful not to worry about who said what.
Harri’s thoughts had done as they often did and carried her to the quidditch pitch. It was currently being scraped, the goalpost’s dismantled, but she didn’t know why, and so didn’t really place any significance on it. She quietly walked down to her quidditch locker and grabbed her broom. Harri climbed on and flew out of the changing rooms and took to the air, reasoning that a fly would do her a lot of good.
It was. With every loop and dive and twist, Harri felt better and better. Weight she didn’t know she was carrying was being dumped off every time she rolled over. Her problems faded away as the wind howled in her ears as she rocketed from one end of the pitch to another. She dove and juked and ducked all of the irritations, the distractions, the annoyances. In the air, zooming about, everything else faded away. Everything became so much clearer. Harri finally let her manic rush end a she hovered above the center of the pitch, looking over the grounds. Still no sign of-
Harri screamed as someone grabbed her under her arms and tore her from her broom. Long hair dangled down, and she bit her screams off even as her heart pounded in terror.
“Fleur?” she gasped, as the veela witch carried her toward the castle.
“Oh, arri, you are a tease, no? Prancing around up zair, showing off for me?” She whispers down to the girl. “I ave been preparing for you, to show you just how appreciative I am.” Harri finds herself speechless at the French witch’s whisperings, watching as they approach one of the unused towers. Fleur tightens her hold and shifts Harri so that rather than dangling in front of her, she’s cradled in Fleur’s arms. The Veela hovers for a moment outside of a broken window before stepping forward and folding her wings in. They squeeze though the shattered pane and Harri has to blink to have her eyes adjust to the sudden dark.
As she starts to adjust, Harri lets out a breathy “Wow.”
The room, whatever it was originally, has been transformed completely. The furniture originally in here has been shoved to the side, and a large nest of pillows and blankets has taken center stage. There are bookcases along the walls, lined with books. A trunk sits open in the corner and Harri can see steps leading down.
“Fleur, where are we?” She asks, trying to squirm out of the older girl’s hold, but Fleur only tightens her grip.
“You are home.” She says firmly, easing the two of them into the luxurious nest of blankets and pillows.
“Fleur! You can’t just kidnap me!” Harri laughs, only for her chuckles to die off. “Oh, Merlin, you’re not joking.”
“Arri, I made this for you, for us. Is it not enough? I can get more. I can build it better. I donot know what I was thinking with the tomes on Egyptian runes, obviously low brow and classless. We shall have to replace zem, maybe with an Azteca codicil? And I’m sure the shelf dedicated to the Mongol spellcaster tactics can be moved-“
“Shhh.” Harri says, having slipped out of her arms and is now stroking down Fleur’s wing. “Fleur, slow down. Explain it to me please.” As she strokes, the Veela’s manic rush fades away.
“Arri. I- what do you know of Veela? Of me?” She asks. Harri stops stroking to think and Fleur hisses before dragging her hand back along the bones. “If you stop touching me it’ll start up again. If you want to know why then please-“
“Okay, Fleur. However I can help.” Harri says, shifting around to get a better angle on Fleur’s wings. “In truth, I don’t know much at all about Veela. People have told me that they’re creatures of lust, and that they ensnare men. You showed me they can throw fire and grow wings.”
“Zat is all true, from a certain point of view. A limited one. Veela are a subspecie of human. We are all female and have varying degrees of concentration. At ze lowest concentration, Veela are known only as enchanters. They can sway minds with desire, but cannot fly or cast fire. Stronger blood are sirens, who ensnare and can call flame. Contrary to myth, zey do not eat people! At the peak of ze blood are Veela. We can manifest wings, call fire, and feel attractions. We can encourage and rebuff zem equally.”
“Wow. That’s fascinating. Thank you, Fleur.” Harri says quietly, changing the wing she’s stroking.
“Oh, thank you Harri. I am not finished zho. True Veela are pure, and zat purity carries a toll. When a Veela finds her mate, someone she admires and is enthralled by, someone who speaks to her on every level and someone who responds in kind- she retreats from everyone else. She constructs a nest, a home for them. Lines it with treasures and valuables, makes it comfortable and safe. She does everything she can to provide for her chosen. Should her chosen reject her-“ Fleur shivers. “It does not end well for ‘er. Zey normally die, ‘eartbroken.”
“And this- me?” Harri squeaks. “Fleur, I’m flattered, but I’m not worth all of this. I’m just-“
“Just a girl who defeated a dark lord, who rebuffed him many times? One who slayed a thousand-year-old basilisk, who drove off the ‘ordes of azkaban alone? Who calls a werewolf friend, who survived ze scorn of her entire family and lost all of her friends doing what she knew was right? A girl who outflew a dragon, and who was noble enough to stay underwater to rescue a young girl she had never met, and whom no one expected her to save? Arri, you are someone very special to me. So, oui, I built all of this for you. You deserve to be cherished and loved, not spat on and run roughshod over. Arri, I love you. Stay with me, please.” Fleur had taken Harri’s hands at the start of her speech and had turned around to face the girl. “Arri, you are worth more zan all of the treasures in the world. I hope to help you realize that one day.”
“Fleur..” Harri says softly. The Veela’s look shatters, and she starts sobbing quietly.
“I am sorry, arri. I am zo, zo sorry. Please, just leave me. I-“ Whatever she was about to say next, was erased by Harri leaning in close and pressing her lips to Fleurs.
“I wasn’t telling you no, silly. But I can’t just say yes blindly. How will this affect things? The tournament, my future, my education, your education? I’m scared Fleur, because so much has already collapsed on me. More often than not, the floor has fallen through, and I’ve been burned. I can’t just blindly leap. I-“
“You don’t have to say it, not when you don’t feel it yet.” Fleur says, cutting her off. “I can feel the emotions. Do not make me go through that lie, to hear you say it and yet feel that you don’t mean it. You can’t imagine the urt.”
They lay on the nest for a while, quiet and content. Harri stroking along Fleur’s wings, tucking feathers back into place while Fleur basks in the shared warmth.
“So, about the tournament.” Harri says softly.
“hmm? Oh, zat.” Fleur says. “We are competitors out zere. But, here, in private, you are mine and I am yours, no?”
“Okay. And after this year?” Harri continues.
“You will come stay wiz me. I will graduate at the end of this year, and between my family and yours, we have no need to work. You will either return here for school in the fall or we can hire tutors, or you can transfer elsewhere. I’m sure your manservant, ze wolf, can manage things here in your absence.”
“Fleur!”
“What? Iz true.” She says back with a lazy smile.
“Even so.” Harri huffs. “What about the Dursleys and the wards there? Dumbledore and Voldemort?”
“They can all go to ‘ell.” Is Fleur’s flat reply. “You do not owe them a thing. The Dursley’s are despicable, and they should hope I never meet them. The headmaster is welcome to go up against our community in France, but he will not get far. Voldemort is unfortunately something that we will have to deal with in time. But not now. Now, is for us.” She says, rolling over and pinning Harri beneath her.
Fleur gently lays herself down so she’s straddling Harri, their faces just inches apart. Fleur’s gaze is full of fondness, of adoration. She loves Harri, completely. Fleur presses her lips to Harri’s and they kiss. It’s sweet and pure, a connection of minds and souls, but with only a hint of heat, of want.
“We can go as fast or as slow as you like, mon Cherie.” Fleur says, drawing back some. “Ow do you say, ‘this is your show.’” Harri surges up to meet Fleur’s lips again, wrapping her arms around the witch’s shoulders. Harri is the one to hesitantly lick Fleur’s lips, to ask to be let in. Fleur smiles in the kiss and acquiesces, letting Harri’s tongue slip in. It no fight, no duel for dominance. Rather, their kiss is one of guidance and exploration, to test and see what is good and what feels weird. They break to breathe and both blush in equal measure.
“Harri, you’re a quick study.” Fleur compliments.
“Well,” Harri says, “I did learn to summon and banish in one night.” She leans in to connect with Fleur again, but the witch draws back.
“You went in wiz the dragon having learned that charm only the night before?” she says, the blush fading away with concern.
“Um, yeah. I had no clue how to tackle the dragon until I thought about flying and-“
Harri yelps as something smacks her butt, her face burning red. “Fleur!”
“My dear, we will have to correct your penchant for dangerous stunts. How could you face a nesting dragon with a spell you only learned the night before?!” Fleur sounds furious, and Harri feels tears start to well up when she spanks her again. The French witch softens, and kisses at Harri’s tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my dear. I just- you play so recklessly wiz your life. I worry. I only just got you, I couldn’t bear to lose you- Please forgive me.”
“Its- its okay. You were worried, and it was stupid. But, it was all I had! If I hadn’t learned it-“ Fleur buries her face in Harri’s shoulder.
“Don’t even talk about that. I cannot lose you. Already, I fight to let you leave here for the next task. It is… custom zat a veela’s mate does not leave the nest for six months or more. I am to care for your every need in zat time, to show you just how deeply you are loved.” She admits.
“Fleur, I have classes.” Harri says softly, wrapping her arms around the blonde.
“Non. You have me. I can teach you more than those professors can. I know you.” She protests.
“Fleur-“
“It is not negotiable. You are mine, and I am yours. Capice?”
“I don’t want to fight now, but I can’t just disappear. I have friends-“
“You have ze Luna girl. She will understand. Everyone else, they do not matter.” Fleur snuggles closer and wraps a wing around Harri, pulling her tight. “Sleep wiz me?”
“Fleur, I’m in my school robes. I’d love to, but-“ Harri’s protest turns to a squeak as Fleur tugs at her tie, slipping it off of the younger girl. “What are you doing?”
“Make you more comfortable.” Fleur says, as if that explains it all, while undoing the cuffs of Harri’s shirt. “Arms.”
Harri raises her arms, and Fleur tugs her buttoned shirt off the girl, leaving her in just her bra.
“You’re beautiful, darling.” Fleur compliments, spinning Harri to untie her shoes. Harri is struck mad as Fleur casually undresses her, slipping her shoes off and tossing them aside. Fleur runs a finger along the sole of Harri’s feet and she yelps.
“Ticklish too.” She smirks. Fleur reaches up and gently rolls Harri’s knee highs socks down and off her feet, leaving the witch in just her bra and skirt. Fleur reaches into her waist band and unclips the skirt, sliding it off of Harri as well. Fleur lays all of Harri’s clothes down out of the nest. Fleur stretches, and impressive sight with not only a fit and curvy body, but a brilliant pair of wings. Harri watches with undisguised awe and a dose of attraction at the display.
“You like what you see?” Fleur asks, waggling her wings.
“You’re beautiful.” Harri breathes, her cheeks turning red.
“So are you, m’dear.” Fleur says, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her cheek.
“No, I’m not.” Harri mumbles. “You’re amazing, and I’m just plain.” She can’t see Fleur’s frown, nor the sly look on her face.
“Oh yes. Just plain. It’s not like you have an amazing bum.” She cups Harri’s ass, rubbing small circles into the cheeks, “from playing quidditch. I’m sure you missed these arms too,” Fleur rubs along Harri’s biceps, playing with the latent power and muscle. “You have wonderful legs, too.” Fleur slides one-foot down Harri’s leg, hooking and twining their ankles.
“I’m small.” Harri complains, trying to push past the blush spreading from her cheeks.
“Oui, you are petite.” Fleur says, kissing the tip of her nose. “But if you were bigger, I would not be able to do this.” She wraps her arms around Harri and pulls her into Fleur’s lap. Harri’s head comes just below Fleur’s chin. Fleur rests her head on Harri’s and reaches up to cup Harri’s breasts. “Or perhaps you meant these.”
“Ah! Fleur.” Harri moans, as the older witch cups them and runs her thumbs around. “You have wonderful boobs, darling. They don’t hurt your back, and they don’t sag at all. I’m sure you barely have to wear a bra at all?”
“Y- yeah. They’re unob- unobtrusive.” Harri manages to say as Fleur’s hands slip under Harri’s bra.
“Plus, they fit just so.” Fleur whispers, wrapping her hands around them and jiggling them.
“Fleuuur.” Harri whines.
“Oh, Harri. I promised you, no? You are mine, and I am yours.” She whispers in Harri’s ear, before nibbling on the lobe. Her left hand slips out to unhook the bra and she pulls it off of Harri and tosses it aside. Fleur kisses down Harri’s neck, sucking on her pulse and leaving a small bruise. Her right hand busies itself with Harri’s breasts, fondling and rubbing. Fleur’s unoccupied left slips down and starts playing with the waistband of Harri’s panties.
“Fleur.” Harri moans, turning and kissing the French witch. “What are you doing?”
“I am zhowing you just ow much you are loved.” She says back firmly, using her legs to tug Harri’s open. Her hand slips into Harri’s panties and plays through the soft curls, gently pressing down and along her slit, spreading the damp. Fleur redoubles the kiss as she lets her right hand fall down into Harri’s panties too, lifting the girl up and sliding them down her leg. Fleur lets the kiss abate and Harri breathe, the two looking at each other, hazed with lust and love.
“Fleur- I’m, I’ve never. Um, this-“ she kisses the mumbling girl softly, gently. “I’ll be gentle, just relax and enjoy yourself, my sweet.” Fleur rubs Harri’s labia, fingers carding though her dampening curls and teasing at the glistening hole. She presses a series of kisses back down Harri’s neck, licks in the well of her collarbone. Harri, head thrown back, just mouths words. Not all of them school appropriate.
With a soft yelp, Harri sucks in a breath as Fleur pushes a fingertip in. She wriggles around and draws back out, content to take her time. Fleur shifts Harri around, laying her back I the nest. Her fingers continue to tease Harri’s pussy and draw out her clit, while Fleur slides south, letting her hair wash over Harri’s chest and abs.
“Darling? Are you aware you have a very firm set of abs? I believe the colloquialism is a six pack?” Fleur teases.
“Oh, Fleur. Yes, I’m- oh god yes, yes. I know. Quidditch does that- oh harder, deeper, please more- does that to you.”
Fleur hmms with a smile and pulls a hand up to trace the abs, to feel them flex and contort as her other hand pushes and presses into the girl.
“Just focus on the feelings dear.” She reminds as she feels the girl tense up. Harri lets out a breath and relaxes some, twitches still running along her body. Fleur leans in and licks up one breast, her hand playing with Harri’s cooch pulling out for a moment. She presses her middle finger to the lips of Harri’s cunt and pushes out with her ring and pointer, spreading the girl open just a little. Harri’s loud gaps and the muted roll of her hips speak well enough.
“You liked that.” Fleur says, pushing harder into the witch. The French Veela licks around one breast before moving to the other, where she bites gentle on the small but firm nipple standing at attention.
“Fuck! Fleur!” Harri yelps, arching up. Fleur pushes her back down and wraps her lips around the peak, sucking gently.
“Relax, mon cherie. You are in the best of ‘ands.” She says, popping her mouth off the nipple. Fleur’s lower hands bear fruit as her finger pushes past where she thought it should stop.
“You’re open already, darling.” She remarks.
“Quidditch practice second year. Ollie saw the blood and freaked. Alicia and Katie sat me down and explained what had happened to me. Also told me why girls aren’t supposed to- to play quidditch. Pureblood nonsense of, of, of purity.” She gasps, mock glaring at Fleur who started back up mid explanation. Fleur just planted a kiss on Harri’s lips and kept going.
“Fleur. I’m- I feel something.”
“tell me.”
“Like- like I have to pee. Pressure building. It’s hot too. Like a furnace in me, down, down there. Oh, sweet Jesus fuck do that again.” Fleur flicks the younger girl’s clitoris again like asked and shuffles around.
“You’re doing great darling. Just a bit more.”
“Fleur, it feels so good, but it hurts! It- oh- it hurts.”
“You’re almost there my love, just a bit more.” Fleur props herself up and looks Harri over. The girl is in rapture, wet spots on the blankets under her, but she’s comfy and warm. The apex of her legs is glistening with wet, her lips puffy and swollen with want. Fleur leans in close and teases them open, to see the folds inside. She’s pink and wet her clit is visibly hard. Fleur has never been more sure of her choice. She leans in and kisses the bundle of nerves, slipping a finger inside of Harri.
“unnh. More.” She girl groans. Obligingly, Fleur slides another into the girl vagina and thrusts, slipping at the folds that clench and pull. She nips at the girl’s button, sucks on the exposed bundle of nerves.
“Fuuuuuck. More. I’m almost- just a little- bit-“
Fleur pinches the girl’s clit and slides her tongue up Harri’s spread lips. The girl arches set off by the new feeling of wet and hot and writhing- her legs locking and her hips shaking as she screams in delight. Fleur laps at the clenching muscle, lets them pull at her fingers and tongue. She sucks and licks and does whatever she can think of to prolong the younger girl’s ecstasy. Harri’s shriek hits a new high and suddenly she’s clenching harder, something spraying out of her. Fleur covers the source with her mouth and drinks in the liquid, hot and acrid and salty and not cum.
When Harri’s finishes peeing and cumming, she falls to the blankets, energy spent. Fleur presses a few last kisses to the girl’s thighs and crawls up, lavishing attention as she goes.
“How… how was it?” Harri asks tiredly.
“It was perfect.” Fleur answers, wiping her face before kissing the girl. Harri’s nose scrunches up.
“Something taste’s weird.”
“That would be you, my love.”
“No, it’s not just me. Something is off.”
“well, my darling, you’re a bit of a squirter.”
“A what?”
“You can force your juices out of you when you cum. Or, you can learn to.”
“I can learn to?” The tired witch asks.
“You took the first step.” Fleur says lovingly.
“What did I do?” Harri asks.
“I’ll tell you in the morning. Rest, my love.”
“I PEED ON YOU AND YOU DRANK IT?!?!”