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In a matter of minutes the world spun on its head and Harry Potter found himself on top. Voldemort was dead for good this time and his followers were either dead, arrested, or had scattered to the wind.
Harry had dreamed of this day for years, but it wasn’t quite like how he had imagined. He had believed that he would have finished his education at Hogwarts and gone on to become an Auror, but after fighting in a war and seeing all of the pointless death and destruction that it caused, Harry didn’t want his future career to be anything like that. As Hermione left to return to Hogwarts to complete her seventh year of schooling and Ron went to help out George at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, Harry sat alone in 12 Grimmauld Place contemplating what he was meant to do with his life.
Harry didn’t know what he wanted. There were plenty of things which interested him, such as teaching, flying, or being an Auror, but none of them felt right. He came up with a hundred different reasons to reject each possibility, but that did little to ease the nervous anxiety which had settled in the pit of his stomach. How was it that his life had lost so much joy and meaning now that Voldemort was dead?
For so long, Harry’s primary focus had been on survival. He had to stay alive and defend his friends. Now that Voldemort was gone, they didn’t need protecting anymore. He didn’t need much protecting anymore either. In the wake of Voldemort’s defeat, there had been six attempts on Harry’s life. Each of these happened in the month after Voldemort’s defeat and there had been no further attempts since. The team of Aurors assigned to protect him had dwindled in number as it became clear that they were no longer needed, and Harry knew that even without them around that he would be able to defend himself perfectly well. But now, Harry didn’t know what he was meant to do with his life.
A crumpled letter in his fist gave Harry pause. He had stacks of letters around his house, mostly from well-wishers and those thankful for him ending the threat of Voldemort, and he had only made a small dent in them when he came across this one. Fleur Delacour, the French Tri-Wizard Champion from Beauxbatons, invited him to come visit her and her family in France for a couple of weeks. A well-deserved vacation, her letter said.
It had been a couple of years since he had seen her last. After the Tri-Wizard tournament, Fleur had gotten a job at Gringotts in London. Harry had spoken to her a few times around Diagon Alley on his few brief visits there that summer and the one after. Fleur had been a great distraction when he had been dealing with Sirius’ death. However, Fleur had returned back to France just before the start of his sixth year.
Fleur had been a good friend during those summers—they had bonded over their shared experience in the tournament—but truthfully Harry hadn’t thought much about her since. He had been too caught up trying to stay alive and fight back against Voldemort over the past two years to worry much about anyone outside of his immediate circle. But now, this letter reminded Harry of those brief times they had spoken.
Before she had left for Hogwarts, Hermione had told him that she hoped he would find his way. She had noticed that he seemed off, of course. Strange as it may seem, finally not having a dark wizard trying to kill him took away a great constant stabilizing factor in his life. Hermione told him that he needed something to fill the void, and starting with a vacation had been one of the things that she had suggested.
Hermione was rarely wrong, it was a gift of hers, and Harry never once doubted how perceptive she was about him. If she thought something like this would be good for him, then maybe he should give it a shot.
There wasn’t much keeping Harry in Britain. Andromeda was keeping watch over his godson, Teddy. Mr and Mrs. Weasley would miss not having him around for Sunday dinner for a few weeks. Kreacher would be alone, but Harry could always send him to help out around Hogwarts. They could certainly use the help with their rebuilding efforts since they weren’t estimated to be done until sometime in the early new year.
Harry made his decision.
A couple of days later, right as Fleur’s owl flew out of Grimmauld Place and back towards France, Harry apparated to the Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry had undergone a substantial cleansing after Voldemort’s defeat. Kingsley Shacklebolt, as the newly installed Minister for Magic, ensured that no trace of the former regime remained. The black marble atrium was just as Harry remembered, minus the giant golden statues that depicted the superiority of witches and wizards over centaurs, goblins, and house-elves.
It took several moments before anyone recognized Harry, but once someone did word of his appearance spread like fiendfyre through the Ministry. Just as a massive crowd began to swell around him, half a dozen Aurors appeared at his side and tried to hold back the crowd. This was exactly the reason Harry hated coming here since Voldemort’s defeat.
Knowing that it would be better for everyone if he made his way out of the atrium as soon as possible, Harry pressed forward as two of the Aurors parted the crowd in front of him. Flashing lights from cameras flickered off by the dozens on either side of him as he strode straight past the security stand and into the first available lift.
“Merlin,” Harry let out the shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Even now, big crowds like that set his nerves on edge. His eyes couldn’t help but scan the crowd, looking for any threats. His magic had bubbled up inside of him, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. He hated this anxiousness for a fight that he knew wasn’t coming.
The lift’s doors opened on Level 1. “Mr. Potter,” Percy Weasley, the new Senior Undersecretary to the Minister For Magic, greeted Harry as he stepped out of the lift.
“Percy, formal as ever,” Harry grinned as he took Percy’s offered hand.
“Naturally,” Percy said, shaking Harry’s hand. “Nothing less would be proper given my position. Come, the Minister is waiting for you.”
“I didn’t realize he knew I was here,” Harry said as they started down the corridor towards the Minister’s office.
“I’m sure that the entire Ministry knows that you’re here now, given the display in the atrium,” Percy said, displeasure evident in his tone. “Really, they should know well enough to leave you alone by now.”
“If only they were as caring as you are,” Harry chuckled.
Percy rapped sharply on the Minister’s door twice before the door opened by itself. A very tired-looking Kingsley stood up behind desk. “Harry,” he smile, throwing out his arms. “Its so good to see you.”
“You too, Kingsley,” Harry said as he approached the Minister and shook his hand. “Err, sorry about the chaos down in the atrium.”
“It’s not your fault,” Kingsley said, waving him off and guiding Harry to a comfy looking chair in front of his desk. “They public’s just a bit overzealous with anything to do with you at the moment.”
“So nothing unusual then,” Harry chuckled.
“No, definitely not,” Kingsley laughed as he sat down behind his desk. “That’ll be all, Percy.”
Percy nodded. “Minister,” he said before stepping out and closing the door to Kingsley’s office.
“It was the same, you know, after Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald,” Kingsley told Harry. “Some of the people who were around back then remembered the experience well, and they’re the ones who came up with the many plans to deal with your visits. It’ll last for months, if not years.”
“I don’t mean to be a burden,” Harry grimaced.
“You aren’t,” Kingsley reassured him. “Believe me, there aren’t many problems you could cause that wouldn’t be outweighed by what you did for all of us. Still, getting you out of the country might help things just a little bit. It’ll help give people a bit more time to readjust to things.”
Harry nodded. “If you ever need me to come back for anything-”
“Absolutely not,” Kingsley interjected firmly. “You have done more than enough. Its hard sometimes to remember how young you are. You shouldn’t have to spend your youth toiling away at a place like this. Take a break and relax, just be a teenager. Trust me, you’ll have plenty of years to waste away if you want when you’re older.”
Harry couldn’t help but give a rueful smile. “Thanks, Kingsley.” He didn’t know how he was going to just be a teenager, but he could certainly try.
“Your welcome, Harry,” Kingsley replied as he opened a drawer behind his desk. He placed a plain-looking silver ring down on the desk and slid it over to Harry. “This is your portkey. It’ll take you straight to the Delacour’s home—the French Ministry was more than happy to accommodate us with this. Whenever you’re ready to return, you can simply activate the portkey again and it will bring you back here to the Ministry in the Portkey Office. Just place the tip of your wand against it and say ‘Liberator’ and it will activate.”
Harry rolled his eyes at the portkey activation phrase. “Really?” He said, shooting Kingsley an annoyed look.
Kingsley laughed. “You have a few fans in the Portkey Office. Better get used to it.”
Grumbling under his breath, Harry slid the silver ring over his middle finger and stood up. Harry gently touched his front pocket, finding the reassuring weight of his shrunken trunk inside. “Take care, Kingsley,” Harry told the Minister as he took out his wand.
“You too, Harry,” Kingsley smiled.
“Liberator,” Harry said as he touched his wand to the ring.
Harry felt the familiar hook behind his naval tug at him and then he was whisked far away to France.
Chateau Delacour was smaller than Harry had expected. When Fleur had told him the name of her home, he had expected something like Malfoy Manor. Instead, while still larger than most homes he had seen, he found himself standing in front of a cozy, pale red-brick manor house.
The two-story building looked magnificent with large, tall windows all over. There were two balconies on the second floor on either side of the front of the house. A small but beautiful flower garden lay beneath the ground floor windows, bringing a variety of vibrant colours to the scene. A grand set of dark-stained doors were thrown open as Fleur rushed out of her house and down the front steps towards Harry.
Fleur looked just as Harry remembered: tall and slim with practically ethereal long silver-blond hair. Her beauty was matched by the stunning pale ochre sundress she wore which was covered with designs of red, orange, green, and cream coloured flowers. “Harry!” Fleur laughed as she rushed forward and threw her arms around Harry.
“Oof.” The air in Harry’s lungs was expelled as Fleur slammed against him. As he put his arms around Fleur and breathed in deeply, his nose was filled with the scents of rich roses, patchouli, and a hint of citrus. “Hi, Fleur.”
Fleur pulled back and her deep blue eyes gazed into his emerald green ones. “I’m so happy that you came.” A brilliant smile came across her face, showing off her perfectly white teeth.
“Yeah, well,” Harry ran his hand through his hair. “I guess I needed to get away for a bit.”
Fleur nodded in perfect understanding. “Things must have been horrible over there. We got plenty of reports about what was happening in Britain, but the French Ministry put a travel ban until things settled down. I wish I could have been there to help you.”
“I’m glad you weren’t,” Harry replied grimly. “Too many good people died.”
Sobering up a bit, Fleur offered Harry a small smile. “Well, perhaps here you can step away from it all, if only for a little while.” She stepped around to Harry’s side and took his hand. “Please, come in.”
Chateau Delacour was undoubtedly even more lovely inside. Beautiful rugs stretched across the smooth wooden floors and dozens of paintings littered the cream-coloured walls. There were several different potted plants around the main floor. “They are de maman,” Fleur explained. “She loves Botanique, I mean Herbology.”
“Your English is quite good,” Harry told Fleur as she brought him deeper into the home.
“Thank you,” Fleur smiled. “I had plenty of time to work on it at Gringotts, and I keep up with it here in France. I’m working towards my Charms mastery and it helps that I can write my findings in both English and French.”
“You always did seem to be good with charms back during the tournament,” Harry said.
“I’ve gotten far better since then. In fact, you’ll see some of my work in your room.”
A staircase towards the back of the home took Harry and Fleur upstairs into a short hallway. There was a door to the left and one to the right. “That one is to maman and papa’s rooms,” Fleur explained, pointing to the door to their right. “This one is towards mine and Gabrielle’s rooms. I set up one of the guest rooms close to mine.”
“Where is Gabrielle?” Harry asked. “And your parents for that matter.”
“Maman and papa are on a short business trip in Nice, they’ll be back home in a couple of days,” Fleur answered. “And Gabrielle is back at Beauxbatons, just starting her third year there.”
“I’ve always wanted to see other wizarding schools,” Harry said offhandedly as Fleur opened the door towards their rooms.
Fleur practically lit up and turned to face Harry. “Madame Maxime would be delighted to have you visit!” She exclaimed. “Beauxbatons is beautiful, I know you’d love it there.” Harry looked almost perplexed at Fleur and she blushed shyly. “Sorry, I just love it there and I’d love the chance to show you around.”
“You don’t need to apologize, I was just surprised. I’ve never really heard you get so excited about something before,” Harry said.
“Well,” Fleur glanced away furtively, “perhaps I’ll have to show you some of my favourite things.”
The corridor leading to Fleur’s room seemed to wind all around the western side of the building. The early afternoon sun shone brightly through the open windows, lighting up the entire second floor. Fleur led Harry along, pointing out the different rooms as they went. As they rounded the corner, four doors were spread out along the final corridor.
“That’s Gabrielle’s room,” Fleur said, pointing to the furthest room on the right. “It’s her little dungeon, away from the big windows so that sun won’t wake her up in the morning.”
Harry chuckled. “I take it you like the sun.”
“Oui,” Fleur nodded happily. She pointed to the furthest room on the opposite wall. “That is my room, right at the corner of the house with plenty of windows to let in lots of sunlight and fresh air. I set up the room right beside mine for you.”
Fleur walked forward and opened the door to Harry’s room. It was a fairly large and open room with floor-to-ceiling French windows that opened out onto a balcony which seemed to run the width of the room. A plush bed with red and gold blankets lay against the wall that separated Harry’s room from Fleur’s. The wood flooring was covered by a thick rug around the bed. The opposite wall from his bed had an open doorway which looked to lead into a small bathroom.
“I hope its to your liking,” Fleur leaned into Harry’s peripheral vision, raising an eyebrow at him.
“It’s perfect, better than I could have hoped for,” Harry smiled.
“Magnifique,” Fleur replied, clapping her hands together. She quickly rushed over to swing open the large French windows and stepped out onto the balcony. With a wave, she invited Harry over. “This used to be my playroom when I was younger,” she explained to him as she started walking down the length of the balcony. “They built this balcony so I could watch the sun rise in the morning and then rush right over to playing without waking up Gabrielle.”
Fleur stopped in front of another set of French windows and opened them up. “So this is your room?” Harry said as he neared her.
“Oui,” Fleur nodded. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she stepped inside, leaving the windows open for Harry to follow her.
Fleur’s room was light and beautiful. The first thing Harry noticed was the rosewood trim on everything—it was the same wood as her wand. From the frame of her bed to the trim around the base of the floor, rosewood was everywhere. So were plants. Harry spotted several different plants growing in pots around her room. Some he recognized from herbology, others appeared to be normal flowers. The desk in Fleur’s room was covered in different textbooks and pieces of parchment. There was an open door leading a walk-in closet, but Fleur hurriedly ran over to shut the door to it before Harry could see anything inside.
“Well?” Fleur prompted Harry as she sat down on the comfortable-looking chair at her desk and gestured around her room.
“I can’t say its what I expected it to look like, but it does fit you,” Harry said. “Although, your bed looks exactly like the stereotypical princess bed I imagined you would have.”
Fleur stuck her tongue out at Harry, making him chuckle. Fleur’s four-poster bed was like something out of a fairytale. The rosewood frame looked gorgeous with the sheer white canopy and ivory-coloured bed sheets.
“You should go get settled in. I need to get started on supper soon if we’re to eat before its dark out,” Fleur told Harry.
“You don’t need to cook for us, Fleur,” Harry said. “We can go out somewhere instead.”
“Non,” Fleur refused. “This is your first day in France and I know that you must be tired. We can go out to eat another night.”
She wasn’t wrong, but Harry still felt like he was imposing too much. “Fine,” he acquiesced, “but I’ll be down soon to help you.”
Fleur seemed delighted at my idea. “My own sous chef. I hope you’re a better cook than Gabrielle.”
“Merlin, I can’t believe I was ever foolish enough to hand your that dish of bouillabaisse back at Hogwarts,” Harry sighed, reclining back on the couch in one of the living rooms on the main floor of the chateau. After a delicious meal, Fleur had brought Harry to this small, cozy looking room.
Fleur was standing in front of the fireplace. “Incendio,” she muttered and suddenly the logs in the fireplace ignited. “It is not my fault that you were so uncultured as to not recognize its brilliance.”
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it,” Harry raised an eyebrow at Fleur as she plopped down on the other side of the couch. Fleur curled her legs up on the couch, smoothing out the skirt of her sundress. “You still don’t like any English food.”
“It’s just so heavy,” Fleur whined, dropping her head back against the armrest of the couch.
“That’s what makes it so good!” Harry exclaimed. “Just give me fish and chips and treacle tart for the rest of my life and I’d be a happy man.”
“Bouillabaisse is like that for me,” Fleur sighed. “That and clafoutis.”
“I never realized something French could taste so good,” Harry teased.
The corners of Fleur’s lips curled upwards. “Really?” Her voice was light and airy and tinged with amusement. “What if I told you there was something even better?”
Fleur lifted her head to meet Harry’s gaze and she gave him a knowing smirk and a wink. Harry immediately felt his cheeks redden and Fleur burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah,” Harry rolled his eyes as Fleur cackled, holding her belly.
“You should have seen the look on your face, Harry,” Fleur giggled. “Mon dieu, you really do need a relaxing vacation.”
“Something I trust you’re going to make as difficult as possible for me,” Harry groaned.
“Hey,” Fleur pushed herself up and scooted over on the couch closer to Harry. Her knees pressed up against his thigh as she sat down right beside him. “You just need to stop being so serious and nervous all the time. I remember how you used to always come running over to see me in Diagon Alley when I was on my breaks. You were like a little kid, always so happy to see me.”
“I was not like a leetle boy,” Harry retorted, repeating Fleur’s words when she had first found out that he was to be a Champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
“You were a little,” Fleur smiled. “But when I talked to you, you didn’t seem like one. And you definitely aren’t one now.”
Fleur leaned up against Harry’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, Harry put his arm around her. Neither one of them were cold with the fireplace roaring across the room, but it just felt right.
“You went through so much, Harry,” Fleur sighed. “And now you’re here, older, with a few more scars.” One of her fingers reached out and dragged a long a thin silvery line running along the back of his arm. “You deserve a chance at a normal life, even if you won’t ever be able to have one. I just want you to have fun here without feeling like the world is on your shoulders.”
“I’m sure I will,” Harry replied, squeezing Fleur’s shoulder. “It’s just going to take some time. I haven’t exactly had much time for fun in my life since . . .”
Well, not since his sixth year when he and Ginny had first started dating. It felt like a lifetime ago. The last year and a half had enough action and excitement to feel ten times as long. Neither of them had been able to return to what they had after the war was over. Things were just too different.
Harry didn’t need to finish his sentence, Fleur simply nodded against his shoulder in understanding. “If you ever want to talk about the war-”
“I’ll let you know.” Harry didn’t want to ruin the evening with talk about the war. He had had such a lovely time hanging out with Fleur all day, he didn’t want to end it on a depressing note.
Fleur didn’t push him on this either. “Okay,” she said softly.
The two of them sat there for a while, just leaning against each other and listening to the fire crackle. It was a comfortable silence, something that Harry sorely missed. It reminded him of late nights in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ron. He had tried to replicate the feeling back at Grimmauld Place after the war, but it had been impossible to do when he was all alone.
“You know, Harry,” Fleur broke the silence after several minutes, “you’re in quite the unique position you know.”
“How so?” Harry replied.
A wicked grin came across Fleur’s face as she suddenly threw herself onto Harry’s lap. “Do you know how many men would gladly give up their life’s savings to spend an evening in with a Veela?” Fleur said with a sultry look on her face.
Harry froze, staring at her for a moment, before he snorted. Fleur’s cheeks pinked and a small giggle escaped her lips. Suddenly, both of them burst out laughing. Harry had to quickly grab Fleur by her waist to stop her from falling off of him and onto the floor. Fleur put her arm around Harry’s neck to steady herself as the two of them laughed.
“So then,” Harry grinned, playing along. “What is it that a man like me would do with you on an evening like this?”
“Anything you want.” The words were out of Fleur’s mouth in an instant. They seemed to surprise her though as her eyes widened slightly. Harry froze too. Fleur’s tone hadn’t exactly been the same teasing tone they had been using just moment’s before.
Was she serious?
Fleur forced a laugh out between her lips and tried to give Harry a joking smile, but both of them knew that it hadn’t been a joke.
The evening was over then, even if it took another ten minutes before Fleur yawned and said that she was going to get ready for bed. Harry let her leave, telling her that he’d be up soon after putting out the fire. Instead, Harry sat there watching the fire burn, trying to understand Fleur Delacour.
Harry woke up groggily as the early morning sun shined through the windows in his room. Now he understood just why Gabrielle had chosen to hide away in a room without any windows. Harry tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the sunlight was just too much. With a resigned sigh, he slowly pushed himself out of bed and slipped on his glasses.
As Harry stretched his neck, he heard soft humming coming from outside the windows. Fleur! She had told him yesterday that she liked to sit out on the balcony and watch the sunrise.
Just as Harry started to walk over to the French windows that led out to the balcony, he hesitated. Perhaps Fleur wanted to be left alone in her morning ritual? But, well . . . Merlin. Harry dropped his head into his hands and rubbed at his eyes. Had he just been imagining things last night or had Fleur actually flirted with him?
Taking a dose of his Gryffindor courage, Harry strode towards the French windows and opened them quickly before stepping out onto the balcony.
As soon as he saw Fleur, Harry regretted stepping outside. She was seated in a dark wicker chair that was covered in plush pillows, wearing little more than a dark aqua camisole and a matching pair of loose boy shorts. While her outfit technically covered up all of the important bits, Harry was still greeted by the sight of Fleur’s long, smooth legs and the curves of her breasts against the silky fabric of camisole.
“Good morning, ‘Arry,” Fleur murmured, her accent sounding much more French in the early morning.
“Morning,” Harry replied, forcing his eyes to remain on Fleur’s. “Have you been out here long?”
Fleur nodded her head. “Since before the sun rose.” The bright orange-yellow ball in the sky sat just atop the trees in the distance, bring a gentle glow to the open fields that surrounded Chateau Delacour. The sunlight brightened everything it touched, including Fleur’s delicate-looking skin.
Stop that, Harry thought to himself as he glanced away from Fleur again. She was his friend, that was it.
“It’s almost time for my morning swim,” Fleur told Harry softly. “You can join me, if you’d like.”
The thought of seeing Fleur in a bathing suit almost made Harry jump at the offer, but he held himself back. “Maybe I’ll see you down there. I think I’m going to take a shower first and get some tea,” he replied noncommittally.
“Okay,” Fleur said as she pushed herself out of her chair and up onto her feet. She raised her arms above her head and stretched her entire body. Harry’s eyes couldn’t help themselves this time as he drank Fleur’s gorgeous body. From the shape of her calves to her slim waist and wide hips to the way her breasts strained against her camisole, Fleur looked nothing short of breathtaking. It was only when Fleur started to let her arms drop that Harry hastily looked away, lest she catch him staring at her. “I’ll see you later then,” she added as she started to walk back to her room.
The cold shower Harry took right as soon as he re-entered his room did little to help his sudden feelings towards Fleur, nor his mood. He knew this wasn’t her Veela charm—he had felt it radiating from her ever since he arrived but he had been able to easily suppress any effects it could have on him with his magic—but the way he was feeling reminded him of all of the stupid boys who had approached her during his fourth year at Hogwarts. At least he wasn’t making a complete ass of himself like they had . . . yet.
Harry was here to take a break and relax. Fleur was his friend, not . . . something else. He didn’t want to ruin this vacation by doing something stupid when he wasn’t even sure if she had been flirting with him in the first place.
So, Harry took his time getting ready for the day. He let the cold water of the shower rain down on him until he finally gave up and got out and dried himself off. He went through his trunk and picked out some new clothes for the day—some blue muggle shorts and a casual white button-down shirt.
Slowly, Harry walked through the corridors of the house and made his way downstairs into the kitchen. He found the kettle ready and waiting for him, already filled with water. Harry set it to boil and went rifling through the many cupboards looking for some tea when he heard a loud splash.
There was a large glass door near the back of the kitchen. Even though he already knew the source of the noise, Harry couldn’t help himself. He walked over to the door and watched as Fleur swam down the length of the pool out behind the chateau. It was a large pool, far larger than what a normal house would have, and it was ringed by a couple dozen patio chaise lounge chairs and well-maintained green law. Thankfully, Fleur was far enough away that he couldn’t see much of her besides her silvery-blond hair floating above her back in the pool.
The kettle whistled behind Harry and he rushed back over to find some tea. After quickly searching through a few cupboards, he found the one hiding the tea. A small tin of English breakfast tea was his choice, and he quickly served himself up a cup of it.
Even though Harry knew he shouldn’t, the quick glimpse of Fleur in the pool had done enough to light another spark inside of him. Harry cursed under his breath as he carried his mug of tea out through the glass door and towards the pool.
Fleur clearly spotted him as he stepped outside and onto the smooth stone walkway that led to the pool. She started swimming over to him as Harry sat down on the nearest chaise lounge chair. Gorgeous as ever, she was wearing a tight, red bikini tube-top and a matching pair of red side-tie bikini bottoms.
“You made it!” Fleur exclaimed happily as she swam up to him. She propped both of her arms up on the edge of the pool and beamed brightly at him. “I thought you may have gone back to sleep.”
As though that would be possible after seeing you, Harry thought to himself. “I was just being a bit lazy,” he shrugged and took a sip of his hot tea.
“The water is wonderful,” Fleur told him. “It starts off cold but the sun is already heating it up.” To make her point, she splashed some water onto Harry’s exposed legs.
“Fleur!” Harry shouted, yanking his feet back.
Fleur giggled at him. “You’re too uptight, Harry. This is supposed to be your relaxing vacation, remember? Come, join me in the pool.”
“I don’t have any swim trunks,” Harry replied.
“Then transfigure your shorts into some,” Fleur countered.
“I don’t have my wand on me,” Harry said.
“Then just come in with your shorts on. Surely they won’t mind getting a bit wet,” Fleur suggested.
It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t have any swim trunks that Harry didn’t want to get into the water with Fleur. With the way his hormones had been raging all morning, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to control himself if he got close to her again.
Anything you want. Fleur’s words rang through his head again. Merlin, was he really about to do this?
“Alright, just give me a minute to finish my tea,” Harry acquiesced.
Fleur’s face lit up and she quickly flipped over and dove underwater, giving Harry a perfect view of her bikini-clad butt in the process.
This is a bad idea, Harry said to himself as he unbuttoned his shirt and draped it over the back of the chaise lounge chair. He pulled off his socks and deposited them on the chair too before walking over to the edge of the pool. Fleur was treading water several feet away, just watching him.
With a great jump, Harry leaped straight into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing against his skin as he broke through its surface, but he could still feel the sun’s warm rays penetrating through.
Something touched his leg. Harry instinctively tried to propel himself away, but whatever it was had a firm grip on him. Instead of rocketing away in the pool, Harry’s upper body flopped forward and dunked underwater.
Spluttering, Harry resurfaced to find Fleur laughing just a few feet away. “I thought Veela didn’t like water much,” Harry glared at Fleur as he pushed his soaked hair away from his face.
“Its nice when there aren’t any dangerous creatures out to get you,” Fleur replied as she lazily swam around Harry.
“No dangerous creatures, eh?” The idea formed in Harry’s mind without any effort. It must have shown on his face because Fleur gulped and started swimming down the length of the pool away from Harry.
Harry chased after her. Although he wasn’t as experienced at swimming as Fleur was, his stronger form helped to propel him through the water after her. He dove down just beneath the surface and his hands shot out and snatched Fleur’s ankle. She twisted around in his grip, trying to escape, but Harry was determined to replicate what she had done to him.
With a sharp tug, Harry yanked Fleur underwater. Her silvery-blond hair fanned out behind her head as she flailed around, her hands searching for something. Suddenly, Fleur’s hands grabbed Harry’s arms and she tried to pull him further down into the water with her. Harry tried to pull away but Fleur wrapped both of her legs around one of his, holding him firmly in place.
Harry and Fleur wrestled for control underwater as they waited to see who would break first. While Harry had strength on his side, Fleur was proving to be surprisingly nimble underwater as she avoided Harry’s grasp while simultaneously pinning his limbs. Harry could see her eyes sparkle with unbridled glee as she pinned one of his arms behind his back.
With one arm and one leg under Fleur’s control, Harry had little hope of escaping. He tried to struggle out of her grasp, but Fleur only tightened her hold on him. Her interlocked legs moved a little bit higher up on his until they reached the middle of his thigh, and she shoved her upper body against his to prevent him from having any leverage when he tried to escape with his arm.
With her body against him like this, Harry felt the fire inside of him grow. His cock was already expanding rapidly in his shorts. He hoped that Fleur’s legs wouldn’t move any higher, otherwise they would end up pressed right against him. It didn’t help the matter that every time he tried to escape her grasp, Fleur’s perky breasts only pressed themselves harder against him.
Finally, Harry gave in. He stopped struggling and met Fleur’s triumphant gaze. After a moment, Fleur released him and the two of them swam back up to the water’s surface.
Harry’s gasp for air was met by Fleur’s victorious cheer. “Yes!” Fleur shouted. She fell onto her back and started floating right beside Harry. He couldn’t help but look at her heaving chest move up and down as she too caught her breath.
“I’m just no match for you,” Harry joked gently.
Fleur looked over at him with a bright smile on her lips. Merlin did those lips look soft. “You can’t let a pretty girl get one up on you like that, Harry.”
“Maybe I let you win,” Harry teased back. “It would rude of me to hurt your ego on my first full day here.”
Fleur narrowed her eyes at him and gently swam over towards him, still floating on her back. “You did no such thing.”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Harry shrugged with a faint smile on his lips. “We’ll just have to see what happens next time.”
Before Harry could react, Fleur flipped herself around in the water. Her legs shot out and wrapped themselves around his waist as her hands gripped his shoulder. Harry had to kick his feet hard in the water just to keep the two of them from dropping back down underwater again, but, in doing so, he felt his erection press right up against Fleur’s thigh.
Harry froze up for a second before he tried to pull his hips back but Fleur kept her legs wrapped around him. If anything, she pulled herself against him even more tightly than before. “Looks like I win again,” Fleur said breathlessly before she captured Harry’s lips in a kiss. She pressed her entire body as their lips interlocked.
The second their lips touched, Harry melted into Fleur’s embrace. Where he had been so tense a minute ago, it suddenly felt just so right to have Fleur’s warm body against him in the cool water. But just as Harry was starting to kiss Fleur back, she gently pulled away.
Fleur’s fingers came up to touch her lips as she smiled nervously at Harry. She opened her mouth to say something but that was just the moment Harry had been waiting for. He pounced on her, pressing his lips back against hers. Fleur moaned in approval into his mouth as Harry kissed her deeply.
“Mon dieu,” Fleur muttered when they broke apart again. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you arrived.”
“Really?” Harry couldn’t help but chuckle.
Fleur blushed lightly. “I always thought that you were a bit handsome back when I worked at Gringotts, but you’ve changed a lot in the last two years. You seem much more mature, more manly.” Fleur rocked her hips against Harry’s, pressing down on his erection again.
“I never realized,” Harry said, thinking back to the lunched they shared in Diagon Alley. “I mean, I always thought you were gorgeous but . . .”
“You never saw me like you do now,” Fleur finished for him.
Harry nodded, a bit of embarrassment tinging his own cheeks. “But then last night, well.”
Fleur laughed at herself. “That was a poor attempt at flirting on my part,” she admitted. “Perhaps it was the Veela in me reacting to you.”
“The Veela in you?” Harry asked.
Fleur leaned in a bit closer to Harry. “Lets just say that when Veela see someone who they are very attracted to, it can be hard not to tear their clothes off right then and there.”
Harry shivered. “Those people must be very lucky.”
“They are indeed,” Fleur gave Harry a toothy smile. “Veela are notoriously territorial and very protective. When we find someone we like, we cling on to them and refuse to let go.”
“So if a Veela found someone that she liked, she would . . . ?”
“Do whatever she could to ensure that they would be hers,” Fleur whispered into his ear.
Harry could feel Fleur’s Veela charm radiating from her body. It spoke to her desires, her emotions, and it was intoxicating. Harry never had much trouble keeping its effects at bay, but just this once, he lowered his mental shields just to let a bit of it seep into him.
Instantly, Harry grabbed Fleur’s butt in his hands and spun them around towards the edge of the pool. His lips were on hers as he squeezed her ass in his hands and pressed her back against the edge of the pool.
“Ah, Harry,” Fleur moaned, her hands running up and down his chest. “Harry, wait.”
Merlin, it felt so good touching her. Harry had never felt anything as intoxicating as this before, but Fleur’s words made him pause. He clenched his thighs and struggled to bring his mental shields back up in place, lest he lose himself completely in the moment.
When he felt them snap into place, the overwhelming lust he had felt towards Fleur a moment ago died back down to its previous high levels. Harry let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “Sorry,” he grimaced.
“No, no,” Fleur laughed. “I just didn’t want you to get overwhelmed. Maman told me how difficult it can be for some men, especially when the Veela’s feelings are especially strong for them.”
“Especially strong?” Harry cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Mmhmm,” Fleur hummed. “Very, very strong feelings.”
Harry felt the same way. Maybe it was just his lust speaking—especially with Fleur’s lithe body pressed up against him right now—but Harry didn’t think so. It was like a switch in his mind had been flicked and suddenly this woman he had known for years seemed to be perfect. She was sweet and kind, he loved talking with her, and her beauty which he had always noticed now seemed to have far more of an impact on him.
“I feel the same way. Very, very strong feelings,” Harry grinned at Fleur.
“I can tell,” she said, pressing herself against his erection.
Harry groaned and Fleur giggled at him. “You need to stop doing that, otherwise things may go further than you intended.”
“Why Harry, who ever said that I didn’t intend for this to go all the way?” Fleur teased him.
Her words were more than enough confirmation for Harry. He pounced on her, kissing her wildly and running his hands up down the soft skin of her back. Fleur kissed him with just as much passion. Her legs stayed locked around his waist and she kept pressing herself against his erection.
Harry was sure that if this kept up for much longer that he was going to finish in his shorts. He could feel the heat coming from beneath Fleur’s bikini bottoms radiating through his shorts and against his erection. He wanted to feel her directly, without any barriers.
Fleur must have felt the same way because he felt her hands drop down to his waistband. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shorts and her fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his underwear. Fleur jerkily tugged down both articles of clothing as she struggled to do that while still kissing Harry.
Harry’s hands weren’t idle either. Very quickly, his fingers started to slip underneath the back of Fleur’s bikini tube top. Her silky smooth skin felt glorious beneath his fingertips, and he hoped that the skin of her breasts would feel just as good. As Harry started to tug the bikini top upwards, Fleur raised her arms into the air. The pair of them stopped kissing just long enough for Harry to sharply yank Fleur’s bikini top up off of her breasts and over her arms. As he threw it somewhere behind him, Fleur’s mouth crashed back onto his.
The stiff peaks of Fleur’s nipples pressed against Harry’s chest as she threw her arms around his back. Harry’s hands moved hastily up her sides until they reached the curves of her breasts. Harry felt along the side of them, right where they jutted out from her torso. Though he could only feel so much since her breasts were mushed up against his chest, Harry still loved the sensation of her soft skin yielding under the pressure of his fingers.
“Get up,” Fleur commanded breathlessly.
It took Harry a moment to process what she had said to him, he was lost in the sparkle of her rich blue eyes. But his concentration was broken as Fleur’s hand closed around his shaft.
Fleur gently pressed her free hand against Harry’s chest, pushing him back towards the edge of the pool. Harry reached behind him to catch himself of the lip of it and he hoisted himself up. As Harry’s lower half broke free from the water, his cock jumped upwards and poked Fleur right in the cheek.
Fleur giggled at Harry, though it quickly turned into a soft moan as she gave his cock a stroke. “So nice and big,” Fleur smiled dreamily. “And its all for me.”
Harry settled himself down on the edge of the pool. Fleur was right between his legs, her beautiful face leaning up against his left thigh. Harry’s breath caught in his chest at the sheer beauty of her. It was so hard not to lose himself completely when she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes and that small smile that played across her lips.
“I thought about doing this to you last night,” Fleur said huskily, her voice deepening just the slightest bit as she gently stroked his cock. “I wondered if you would taste as good as I imagined.”
With that, Fleur pressed her lips against the bulging head of his cock. Harry groaned as her soft lips sent a spark of pleasure through his body. Fleur kissed his cock noisily before moving her lips partway down his shaft and kissing him there. Harry’s hands gripped the edge of the pool tightly as Fleur kissed her way down his cock.
“I masturbated in my room last night,” she said as she reached the base of his cock. His long, thick member was laying right across her face, stretching from her chin up to past her hairline. “I hoped that you would here me through the wall. Maybe you would have come to see me. Or maybe I would have heard you masturbating too.”
Harry let out another groan and his toes curled up in pleasure as Fleur took one of his balls into her mouth. She swirled it around, taking care not too apply too much pressure as she lathered it with her tongue. Her fist pumped his cock up and down smoothly as she switched over to his other ball.
“If I had known this is what you’d do, I would have-” Harry’s voice failed him as Fleur suddenly kicked up in the water so that she could take the head of his cock into her mouth.
Fleur suckled on the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. She was looking up at him with her big, innocent doe eyes, but Harry could see the amusement and lust within. “You would have what, Harry?”
“Ugh, I would have been in your room in a heartbeat.” It was so hard to think as Fleur sucked his cock. Her hot, moist mouth surrounded the head of his cock and her lips made the perfect seal for her to apply just the right amount of suction. One of her hands stroked the base of his cock as she started to bob her head up and down his shaft.
“Is that all you would have done?” Fleur asked when she came up for a moment. A trail of saliva connected from her lips to Harry’s cock, making him twitch in her hand. Fleur grinned at his reaction and eagerly dove back in for more.
“No,” Harry grunted. With one hand he ran his fingers through Fleur’s wet, silvery-blond hair. She made eye contact with her as her tongue ran along the underside of his cock and she started to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until the head of his cock reached her throat. “Fuck, if I knew this was what you’d do I would have climbed into bed and fucked you right then. Merlin your mouth feels so good.”
Fleur hummed around Harry’s cock, sending pleasurable vibrations through it. Her lips were halfway down his shaft, but she seemed determined to get more of him down. Fleur had to push herself up off of the edge of the pool to better angle herself to take Harry’s cock into her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry moaned as he watched inch after inch of his cock slip inside of Fleur’s mouth. The French witch wiggled forward, pressing her face closer and closer to his crotch until her lips reached the based of his shaft. She held herself there, and Harry could feel her breathing in deeply through her nose. When she started to hum around his cock again, Harry had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop him from bucking his hips against Fleur’s face.
Between all of the teasing and now this incredible blowjob, Harry felt his balls tightening as he neared completion. “Fleur, I’m getting close,” he warned her.
That didn’t seem to put Fleur off at all though as she continued to suck his cock. She slowly pulled her head back, gasping for air around his cock as it slid out of her throat. She planted a few breathy kisses around the crown of his cock before she took in back inside her mouth and redoubled her efforts to make him cum.
“Yes, right there,” Harry hissed as Fleur’s tongue flicked against the underside of his cock. She sucked hard and repeated her actions with her tongue.
“Fuck!” Harry cried out in pleasure as he felt his mind go blank.
Fleur sealed her lips just around the head of Harry’s cock and her hand pumped his shaft as the first jet of cum shot out into her mouth. She kept sucking and milking his cock as Harry threw his head back with an almighty groan. His hand clenched around her hair to hold her head in place, but he didn’t need to bother. Fleur was more than eager to take every single drop into her mouth.
When Harry finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied groan. “That was amazing,” he said, his chest heaving from the experience.
Fleur pulled her mouth off of Harry’s cock and opened wide for him once she saw that he was watching her. All of his milky-white cum was swirling around inside of her mouth. There was quite a large pool of it in there. After showing it off to him, Fleur closed her mouth and clearly swallowed it all in a single gulp.
“Marry me?” Harry joked, laughing even though he was out of breath because of how happy and light he felt in that moment.
“If that’s all it takes to get a proposal, I’m surprised that you aren’t married a dozen times over by now,” Fleur teased back.
Harry shook his head. “I’ve only had a couple other women do this to me, and none were even close to how good you were. Or how gorgeous you are.”
“Really?” Fleur raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. “I was sure that you would have had plenty of witches willing to offer themselves to you after you won the war.”
“There were a lot of them,” Harry admitted. “But it never felt right. I didn’t really feel anything for them, not like how I feel when I look at you.”
Fleur bit her lower lip. “With sweet talk like that, maybe I will take you up on that proposal.” Fleur took two fingers and put them against her lips. With a small flick, a small shimmer appeared over them. “Cleaning and freshening charms,” Fleur explained to him before she held out her arms for Harry.
Harry eagerly pulled Fleur up onto his lap. She put her legs on either side of him and pressed down on his cock with her bikini-clad crotch. Finally, Harry was able to see her breasts in all their glory. When Fleur saw him looking down at them, she just grinned and leaned back and puffed her chest out.
Fleur’s breasts were perfect, just like the rest of her. The large, perky orbs stood out perfectly from her rib cage—there wasn’t a hint of sag to either of them. Her small rosy-pink nipples stood at attention, pointing right up at his face. Fleur’s breasts looked to be just large enough to be too much to fit in a single hand, just the right size that Harry loved.
Harry had been looking forward to this ever since he saw Fleur stretch this morning. He dipped his head down to kiss her breasts. Fleur smiled and let out a quiet moan as Harry kissed around her right breasts, determined to make his lips touch every single inch of her. One of Fleur’s hands snaked around the back of his head and into his hair, holding him as he tasted her.
When Harry took Fleur’s nipple into his mouth, the French witch pushed her crotch more firmly against Harry’s still-hard cock. She rocked back and forth on it, moaning softly as Harry suckled at her flesh. After a few moments, Harry switched over to Fleur’s other breast and repeated his actions.
As Harry pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face, Fleur shivered in his lap. “I want you inside of me, Harry,” she told him. “I want you inside of me right now.”
Harry’s fingers reached Fleur’s hips, feeling the knotted string of her bikini bottoms. “You want me inside of you?” Harry teased, letting his fingers just barely graze across her smooth skin.
“Oui,” Fleur shivered. “I need you inside of me. I want to feel your cock stretch me out like I haven’t been stretched before. I want to feel your body move beneath mine. I want to kiss you as you spill your seed inside of me.”
Fleur’s words elicited the reaction from Harry she hoped they would. He stopped his teasing and swiftly undid the knots holding her bikini bottoms in place. The fabric fell away, now laying across Harry’s cock. Fleur raised her hips just enough so that Harry could snatch the red material and toss it to the side, leaving her completely bare before him.
The first thing Harry noticed was that Fleur was completely hairless down below. He liked to keep his hair neatly trimmed, but he never waxed himself. Given the lack of hair on her arms and legs, Harry assumed that Fleur must wax everything. The second thing Harry noticed was how wet she was. While it hadn’t been apparent in the pool or when she was sitting on his lap due to the thick fabric of her bikini bottom, now that Fleur was bare Harry could see that she was practically dripping with her juices. As she resettled down on his lap, her lips pressed against the underside of his cock, spreading her wetness along his shaft.
Harry’s cock throbbed against Fleur’s slit, and the resulting pleasure made Harry buck his hips against her. He wanted her, that much was clear to him. He wanted to be inside of her, to hold her in his arms and feel her body against his and to never let go. Harry could have never expected that this was where he’d end up when he took Fleur up on her offer to visit, but Harry didn’t regret a thing.
Harry’s hands found the curve of Fleur’s ass. He grabbed the fleshy cheeks in his hands, digging his fingers into her skin, and spread them apart. Fleur kissed him then, raising her hips and shoving her perky breasts against his chest. One of her hands clumsily clawed around his midsection, hunting for his cock. When she found it, she took it firmly in her hand and angled it upwards. The head brushed across her slit, coating it in her juices.
Fleur lowered herself just enough for the head of Harry’s cock to barely push against her lower lips. Harry’s thick cock spread her open, and the radiating warmth enveloped the head of his cock. Fleur released his shaft then and rebalanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders.
Both Harry and Fleur looked down to watch as she slowly sank down onto his cock. Fleur’s pussy was spread open for him, and her pink lips dragged down her shaft as she made her way lower. Harry’s grip on her ass tightened as her hot pussy clenched around his cock.
“Merde,” Fleur moaned. “You’re barely halfway in and I already feel so full from your cock.”
Sure enough, Fleur still have a few more inches to go. Harry wanted nothing more than to shove the rest of his cock inside of her wet warmth, but he held himself back. Instead, he contended himself by watching Fleur’s face as she tried to take more of him inside of her. Her eyes were shut closed but her lips were parted slightly. As she started to move again, her lips curled into an ‘o’ shape.
There was nothing more beautiful in the world than Fleur Delacour in that moment, Harry decided. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. However, it unexpectedly broke her concentration, and Fleur accidentally dropped the rest of the way down Harry’s cock.
“Fuck!” They both cried out at once as the entirety of Harry’s cock filled Fleur’s pussy. Fleur dropped her head against Harry’s shoulder. For a moment, Harry thought that he had hurt her, but his worries were assuaged when he felt Fleur kissing his neck.
“So big,” Fleur’s words were whispered against his skin in between kisses. “So hot, so good,” she stretched out her final word as she rocked her hips against Harry’s. “I could die a happy woman right now.”
“Please don’t,” Harry joked.
Fleur opened her eyes and grinned up at him. “Only if you promise that we’ll spend all of your vacation like this.”
“Deal, but I reserve the right to extend my vacation indefinitely,” Harry countered.
Apparently those were the right words to say because Fleur mashed her lips against his. She didn’t start slow—her tongue immediately probed into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. Harry kissed her back with just as much love and passion.
Fleur’s hands dropped from Harry’s shoulders down to his chest. There, she gently pushed his torso down onto the ground. Harry let Fleur push him down alongside the pool. She still sat astride his lap, breaking the kiss but beaming brightly down at him.
Fleur looked like a goddess. Her beautiful creamy skin was littered with little droplets of water that refracted the sun’s warm rays, making her skin practically glow radiantly. Her long silvery-blond hair hung behind her back, slowly drying off from the sun. Both of Fleur’s hands were pressed down on his chest, and her perky breasts were squeezed together between her arms. Fleur was smiling at him, unable to mask the joy she felt.
Slowly, Fleur rocked her hips back and forth. Harry’s cock stirred around inside of her pussy, testing the limits of her inner walls. Once Fleur was satisfied with her range of movement, she slowly started to raise her hips.
It was a lot to ask for Fleur to stay balanced as she rode up the entire length of his cock until just the tip was still inside of her. She had to arch her back, shoving her breasts forward towards Harry’s face, in order to make it all the way up. With her above Harry like that, her head eclipsed the sun from his view, leaving only her beauty in his sight.
When Fleur’s pussy started back down Harry’s cock, it was like he entered an entirely new world of pleasure. The feeling of her wet, tight warmth engulfing his cock again was even better than when she first did it. Harry gasped, losing himself to the pleasure as Fleur let out a low moan.
Once Harry was fully back inside of her, Fleur paused again. “Touch me,” she told Harry. “I want to feel your hands all over my body while I ride you.”
He could have cum right then just from her words. The mere thought of what he was about to do was enough to make his entire body feel like it was on fire from his burning passion for Fleur. As she started to rise back up his shaft, Harry cupped one of her breasts.
Fleur moaned under Harry’s touch as she rode him. It took a few tries before she got used enough to his length and girth to set a steady pace, but she managed to do it soon enough.
Just like she requested, Harry let his hands roam all over her body. At first, he started just with her breasts and ass. Those erotic bits were enough to keep his attention for hours, but he knew that Fleur wanted more than that. So, he started touching every bit of exposed skin that he could manage.
Harry started with her belly. It was nice and flat and very warm to the touch. He supposed that the warmth may be due to the sun, but it also felt natural from Fleur. Harry was surprised when Fleur dropped down onto his cock and he literally felt his cock through her skin. His eyes widened and he looked up at Fleur’s face. She giggled at him. “You are very large,” she said, running a hand along his cheek.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Harry asked.
“Non,” Fleur answered. “We Veela are able to handle such big monsters like you.”
Harry’s hands continued on now, feeling along Fleur’s rib cage and back up to her breasts. He couldn’t resist running his fingers along their curves as he moved past them and up to her shoulders. Harry felt the tensed muscles underneath her skin there as she kept herself balanced against his chest as she rode his cock.
From there, Harry reached Fleur’s delicate neck. The French witch shivered when he touched her there, but she leaned into his hand. He was gentle, feeling his way up to her jawline and then to her plump lips.
When Harry pressed the pad of his thumb against Fleur’s lips, she surprised him by opening them up and taking his thumb inside of her mouth. She sucked on his finger, pulling it all the way inside of her mouth, and started lavishing it with her tongue.
It was incredibly erotic to feel Fleur’s pussy bouncing on his cock while sucked on his thumb. She treated his thumb just like she had his cock several minutes earlier, running her teasing tongue all over it and sucking it gently. When Fleur’s lips parted as she moaned, Harry quickly brought his thumb to his own lips and he licked Fleur’s saliva clean off of him.
When Harry’s hands returned to Fleur’s thighs, it seemed to be the signal for her to increase her pace. Fleur rode his cock masterfully, keeping her back perfectly arched as her hips moved up and down. Her pussy stroked his cock as it glided smoothly in and out of her. She felt so tight around his shaft yet her wetness allowed him to move with just the slightest hint of friction.
Harry ran his hand up Fleur’s thigh towards where their two bodies met. He watched as her pussy plunged down over his cock over and over. His hand moved firmly against her skin, feeling her inner walls expand to make room for his girth.
At first, Fleur didn’t realize what Harry was doing. That changed very suddenly when his thumb brushed against her clit. Immediately, Fleur’s smooth rhythm broke as her legs spasmed. “Merde,” Fleur let out an almost nervous giggle as she rebalanced herself and moved her hips again. “Do that again.”
And so Harry did. He made thumb make small circles around her clit, only moving in to actually touch it every few seconds. Fleur’s reaction was a sight to behold. Her breath would hitch in her chest and her face would screw up in pleasure with every touch. The little mewlings that left her lips, interspersed with long moans, were like music to Harry’s ears. He was desperate to etch the sights and sounds of this experience into his memory, and the only way to do that would be to make Fleur continue on.
Harry wasn’t immune to Fleur’s pleasure either. Every so often, his thumb would slip or he would freeze up as her pussy clenched around his cock. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs ringing out was a delight to hear too. Sometimes, when Fleur took him all the way inside of her and ground her hips against his, her plump ass would press back against his balls, making him hiss in pleasure. It was a wonderful thing, to have Fleur Delacour riding his cock.
Another press of his thumb against her clit made Fleur scream in pleasure. Her pussy fluttered around his cock. “More, more, more,” she continuously cried out as she slammed her hips down on his. Harry kept it up, trying to give her as much pleasure as he could while she bounced on his cock.
Fleur’s mouth hung open then in a silent scream. Her back arched and she gave one final, mighty slam of her hips. Her pussy engulfed Harry’s cock completely and her face screwed up in pleasure as Harry continued his ministrations on her clit. Finally, Fleur found her voice and she screamed. “Harry!”
Harry felt Fleur’s body start to shake on top of him. It started with her pussy trembling, but it quickly moved to her thighs. Then, the rest of Fleur’s body began to shake as she came on his cock. Fleur’s orgasm was intense and delightful to witness. It made Harry’s chest swell to see her in so much pleasure, and even more so to know that he was the one who made her feel that way.
Fleur collapsed onto Harry’s chest, mumbling a few French words against his skin which he couldn’t make out. Her pussy was still quivering around him, so Harry simply wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly against him. He planted kisses on top of her head and murmured sweet nothings to her as she held on to him as though he were the only thing in the world that her connected to it.
“Incroyable,” Fleur sighed. She started to pepper Harry’s jawline with kisses. “I can’t believe, I mean, I never felt anything like that before. Merci, merci.”
Harry laughed. “You don’t have to thank me for that. Believe me, you felt just as amazing.”
Fleur kissed him then, capturing his lips with hers. Under the warm morning sun, Harry and Fleur made out by the poolside. The sweat that had formed on their bodies rolled down them, but neither seemed to mind. They were completely lost in each other, overjoyed with their connection.
After a while, Fleur pushed herself up slightly so that she could look down at Harry. She smiled at him, her eyes radiating happiness. “You’re not done yet, non?” She asked as she gave him a quick peck on the lips.
He wasn’t. Harry’s cock was still hard inside of Fleur’s pussy. His cock jumped and twitched at the thought of being used again.
“I thought so,” Fleur giggled quietly against his mouth. “I’m ready for more too.”
As much as Harry enjoyed being beneath Fleur’s magnificent body, he wanted to be in control now. His eyes scanned around the poolside, ideas percolating through his brain. After a few seconds of thought, he settled on one.
“Hold on tight,” Harry told Fleur.
Just as Fleur got her arms around the back of Harry’s neck, he pushed the two of them up into a sitting position. They both groaned at the sensation of Harry’s cock moving around inside of Fleur’s pussy.
“You really do love my ass,” Fleur grinned as Harry grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands.
“Who wouldn’t,” Harry gave a sheepish smile back. “Its just so perfect.” He gave her ass a squeeze, making Fleur chuckle. Her breasts bounced off of his chest from the movement.
Moving carefully, Harry used the strong muscles in his legs and his core to maneuver to his knees. Fleur gasped as she wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist and let some of her weight drop down onto his cock. Then she groaned, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Fleur stayed liked that as Harry slowly pushed himself to his feet. Once standing, he had to readjust Fleur against him. Once he felt confident enough that he wouldn’t send both of them sprawling to the ground, he slowly starting walking over to the nearest chaise lounge chair.
The chaise lounge was reclined back nicely and covered with beautiful white cushions. Harry stretched his legs wide around either side of the chaise lounge so that he could walk above it. Once he got to the right spot, he leaned forward and dropped himself and Fleur onto the chaise lounge.
While Harry caught his upper body when he fell down on top of Fleur, there was little he could do about his lower body. His hips slammed forward against Fleur’s and his cock was shoved as far forward as it could go inside of her. Fleur gasped and clung tighter to Harry with her arms and legs.
“You feel so good, its not fair,” Fleur gasped.
“Funny, I could say the same about you,” Harry said back. “You don’t know how good you feel wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh?” Fleur clenched her vaginal muscles, tightening herself up around Harry and making him groan. “Then show me. Show me how good I make you feel by fucking me.”
Harry kissed Fleur right as he reeled his hips back and slammed his cock inside of her. He was rewarded by the gasp she let out in his mouth, followed by the long moan as she kissed him back fiercely.
Now that he was on top, Harry had perfect control of the pace. They were both already warmed up so there was no need to start off slow. He started with deep, fast thrusts that made Fleur cry out in pleasure. Her legs clenched around his waist, and her interlocked ankles kept pressing down on his ass with every thrust he made.
Fleur’s sopping wet pussy greedily accepted Harry’s cock. It stretched itself perfectly to accommodate his size and girth, undoubtedly thanks to her Veela heritage. Fleur was seeing stars as Harry rammed his cock inside of her—her entire body shook against the chaise lounge. She could feel her wetness seeping out around his cock, undoubtedly starting to stain the cushions beneath their named bodies.
“Fuck, Fleur,” Harry groaned as his hips moved forward of their own volition. He pushed forward until his balls pressed up against her plump ass. Her snug pussy quivered around his cock, trying to coax him to cum inside of her.
“Oui, Harry, fuck me,” Fleur kept letting out these cute little gasps as he fucked her. Seeing her squirm around in pleasure beneath him was enough to make him suppress his own pleasure to make sure this could last as long as possible. “Make me yours.”
The rough pace continued on as Harry hammered himself into Fleur’s pussy. He roughly grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it. Merlin, her body felt truly amazing. “I want you in my bed tonight, got it?” Harry told Fleur, surprising even himself with how confident and demanding he was being.
“Oui, I will be there!” Fleur squealed as Harry pinched her nipple and rammed his cock inside of snug pussy. “And I will be there every night after. We’ll make love before we go to sleep and again as soon as we awake.”
“Out on your balcony?” Harry suggested. “As the sun rises.”
Fleur’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Oui, oui,” she repeated over and over, panting heavily as Harry pounded into her. “You deserve this, Harry. You deserve me!”
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. His lips crashed against Fleur’s. It was a sloppy kiss, but it felt wonderful. His hips slammed forward for a final time as his cock plunged into the deepest parts of Fleur’s tight pussy.
Just as he was about to cum, Harry felt Fleur’s walls flutter around him again. Her legs started to tremble too. Fleur’s orgasm struck her just as Harry’s hit him. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making his cum shoot out deep inside of her. Harry’s hips started making micro-thrusts against Fleur’s as he pumped out several bursts of cum into her pussy.
Fleur grabbed the back of Harry’s head and held their faces together as they kissed. As both of them rode out their orgasms, they both knew that this was more than just some random hook-up. This was something special.
Harry’s body sagged down onto Fleur’s as his cock spat out the last drops of cum inside of her. Fleur released her interlocked ankles and let her legs straighten out. The two lay there for several moments, just panting against one another, until Harry started to roll over. Fleur moved with him, allowing Harry to flop down beside her on the chaise lounge. She let out a melancholic whine as his cock slipped out of her and his seed started to spill onto her thighs.
As Harry lay on his back, Fleur snuggled up beside him. She rested her head against his chest, put one of her legs over one of his, and pressed her body against his side. Harry slipped his arm around her and held her close, content to rest and relax in the morning sunlight.
They must have dozed off because when Harry opened his eyes again, the sun was directly above them in the sky.
“Did you have a good nap?” Fleur’s soft, musical voice said.
Harry looked down to see Fleur looking up at him. She had a gentle smile on her lips and a thin sheen of sweat that came from their earlier activities and from laying in the sun. “I did,” Harry replied, feeling a goofy smile coming onto his face. “The company was what really made it great though.”
Fleur sighed happily and snuggled up against him. “I’m glad.”