AmarElo
The sounds of the sea, the warmth of the sunlight on his skin as it penetrated through the gaps in the heavy curtains, the smell of fresh coffee being made. As if this weren't already wonderful, the best part was his girlfriends taking turns kissing him, caressing his skin and his hair, whispering how much they love him while wishing Harry a happy birthday.
The day could end now, he realized, and Harry would still say this was the best birthday of his life.
.oOo.
Tonks took a sip from her coffee mug; just like Harry, she was taking a liking to the weird hot beverage. Usually, Harry and Fleur were some of the first people to get up, but not today. Today, Harry and his girls were the last ones downstairs. Tonks smiled as they came down, all of them flushed red and with swollen lips, happy and smiling. She couldn't help but feel a touch of envy. The good kind, though, she tried to say to herself.
"Happy birthday, Pup!" Sirius got up, pulling Harry into a tight hug, and the young wizard promptly responded in kind.
"Thank you, Sirius; I can't believe I can finally have a birthday with my family!" Harry answered.
"The first of many, Harry!" Apolline said, hugging her godson as soon as Sirius released him, planting two loud kisses on his cheeks.
Tonks could feel the happiness and love in the air as Harry was hugged, teased, and kissed by each person in the house. Even Astoria gave him a tight hug, and, to Harry's embarrassment, Gabrielle placed both her hands on his face and kissed him directly in the mouth, and it was not a chaste kiss.
"Gabby!" Both Fleur and Apolline called out.
"What? is my birthday kiss!" The young veela said with a mischievous grin.
"But it's not your birthday, little devil!" Fleur said, a little angry.
"Ops…" Gabrielle shrugged, with a gaze that made Harry a little worried. Luckily, Sirius laughed, breaking the tension and the rest of the room started laughing with him, other than Fleur and Apolline, of course.
"Happy birthday, not-so-little cousin!" Tonks said, hugging him a little tighter than necessary. "I would give you a kiss, but I fear for my life right now." She said in his ears with a giggle. Harry only shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks; I am actually glad you're here, Tonks." The wizard said, and she could hear the honesty in his voice.
"Me too, Harry," Tonks responded. And she really was.
Breakfast was a light and happy affair; they ate and laughed; Hermione shared some of Harry's funniest moments at Hogwarts, like when Mirtle kept following him all over the school so she could gossip with Harry's fan club girls.
"Even ghosts, Harry?" Sarah asked with a frown.
"You think it is funny because it was not you who had to hide every time I needed to go to the loo!" Harry said with an exasperated wave of his arms, making everyone laugh.
"C'mon, everyone," Apolline finally said. "Our guests will arrive very soon. Let's get ready for them."
"Guests?" Harry asked, but the girls only smiled.
Cool, Tonks was ready for some party.
.oOo.
The day was getting hotter as the sun got higher, and Harry was thankful for the cool wind coming from the shore, giving him some relief. The young wizard watched Sirius and Jacques pile up some wood on the sand (far from any vegetation, he noticed) so they could have a fire later that night.
Harry caught the pleasant scent of paper and mint way before Hermione's arms embraced his chest from behind. It was weird how he was rarely surprised by people approaching him nowadays.
"I offered to help, but they didn't let me." Harry pouted.
"I know you don't like being idle, Harry," Hermione said in his ear, making him shiver. It was almost scary how she understood him. "But it is your birthday, after all." The girl kissed his neck, and Harry held a moan. The werewolf turned around and saw that Hermione was wearing jeans shorts and a beautiful white lace blouse, so thin that he could almost entirely see the blue bikini top she was on, and no shoes, which he thought was clever, as they would stand in the sand at some point in the afternoon.
"You look beautiful," Harry said honestly. "Maybe we could use our time doing something a little more fun…" the wizard leaned down and kissed her. He couldn't resist reaching down her shorts and squeezing her lovely bum.
"As tempting as this proposal is, we can't; the guests will arrive at any moment," Hermione said, still kissing and biting him anyway. Harry gave her a fake pout as they walked hand in hand back to the house through the glass wall.
Daphne was watching them from inside the house with a smile, and to Harry, she looked beautiful, dressed in a red and green sundress that complemented her cascading black hair and red lips. The werewolf moved his arm around her narrow waist and passionately kissed her lips.
"You're lucky this lipstick is charmed," Daphne said. "Otherwise, we would both look like clowns."
"It would have been worth it…" Harry said with a dreamy voice, making Hermione giggle. "I need to thank you…" The wizard was saying when a popping sound echoed through the room. They turned their heads to see Tracey Davis' body materializing, carrying a bag.
"Hello!" The blond witch said with a bright smile before dropping her bag and hugging Harry tightly, to his immense surprise. "Happy birthday, flying boy!"
"Her, thank you?" Harry answered, hugging her back, still confused, something that Tracey noticed.
"C'mon, Harry, we're not at school; we can let go!" The girl said, shaking her body like a bit of dance. "And I missed you all!" She said, pulling Daphne into the same kind of hug.
"Good to know; I was starting to get jealous.$ Daphne joked.
"Nah, you know you're still my favorite!" Tracey said, pulling Hermione into a more behaved hug this time. "So, how are things going? I want to know about all the debauchery, with dirt details!" Hermione blushed at this. "Ha! Harry finally fucked you good! I knew it!"
"Tracey?" Hermione gasped.
"You are too easy to tease, Hermione." Tracey laughed.
There was one more pooping sound, and this time it was Neville, hand in hand with Hannah. Harry noticed Tracey looking at them and then at Daphne, who just nodded.
"Happy birthday Harry!" Neville said, shyly extending his hand, which Harry gladly took.
"And a happy birthday to you, Nev! Have you grown in the last two months? I have something to give to you later, don't let me forget." Harry said with a smile.
Hanna proceeded to extend her hand as well, blushing.
"Happy birthday, Harry; thanks for the invite." The shy girl said.
"Thanks, Hannah! You are a good friend!"
"Hannah!" Susan said, walking down the stairs, and running to hug her friend. The friends started chatting right away, and Neville gave Harry an amused look.
"It's almost like they haven't talked in a while, and it has been only a couple of weeks," Neville shook his head.
"C'mon, Neville, let's look for something to drink while Harry welcomes the guests!" Tracey said, grabbing the shy boy's hand and winking at Daphne.
"It seems things are already getting interesting," Harry heard Katie say, and watched as the chaser came down the stairs with Fleur. Harry smiled; it was clear that the veela had helped the she-wolf to get ready, as, other than the yule ball, he had never seen her so girly. Like Daphne, Katie was dressed in a sundress that floated around her fit, shapely legs and was tighter over her strong torso, but hers was grayish in color; she had a pretty, thin choker around her neck, with a small silver lightning bolt pendant, and very soft makeup on her lips and eyes. Fleur seemed very proud of her work when she saw Harry's reaction, the veela herself was the image of beauty, with a blue pleated skirt and white sleeveless blouse, with her platinum hair flowing around her face, shining in the sunlight like a halo.
"Wow…" was all Harry could say as Katie hung around his neck. "Just wow… you all look so… beautiful!"
"Well, thank you, handsome," Katie said. Apolline and Sarah also came down, dressed in sundresses for the day, and started serving drinks, when Ginny appeared with Blaise by her side. The ginger gave Harry a tight hug, and Blaise did the same soon after, both wishing him a happy birthday.
"Your house is incredible, Miss Delacour," Blaise said, kissing the back of the French's hand.
"Merci, monsieur Zabini." Fleur smiled.
"Daphne!" Blaise said, turning to greet his friend. "I almost had time to miss you!"
Daphne glared at him but smiled.
"Can say the feeling is mutual, Zabinni." The girl waved but hugged him nonetheless.
Music started playing, non-magical music, to Harry's delight. Angelina was the next one to arrive, kissing Harry on both cheeks as she wished him a happy birthday. The twins, Fred and George, came with Alicia and Regine, and Harry was relieved to see there was (almost) no bad blood between them and Angelina, though the latter chose to spend more time with Katie and Harry. Gabrielle and Astoria joined in, dancing around as food and drinks started getting served.
There, surrounded by sounds and smells, Harry could only define as happiness; when he closed his eyes, Harry could see the colors dancing around them.
.oOo.
Ronald stepped out of the leaky cauldron into muggle London, and the first thing he was hit with was the noise. How could muggles do anything with so much noise around them? It was worse than the world cup. Ronald took a deep breath; for a second, he wished he had not been a prick to Harry, and he was aware he had mishandled last term's situation. He could be in France now, with his sister and friends. But it was all too late now. Even if he apologized, their relationship would never be the same again. And Ronald was not sure he wanted it to be; he had something else now.
Following his earlier instructions, he walked for a couple of blocks, until he could see the small park across the street. Not thinking twice, he crossed the road (almost being hit by a Honda, which honked angrily at him) and entered through the gate.
It didn't take long for him to find Pansy, sitting on a bench and looking at the pigeons. The girl was dressed in muggle clothes, a tight jeans, and a black blouse, something Ronald would never imagine she would wear.
He stopped on his track. Pansy looked afraid; Ronald could see it in her eyes. The boy took a deep breath and pressed on.
"Pansy?" Ronald tentatively called as he approached.
"Ron!" Pansy looked at him, somehow startled by her name being called, before she quickly got up and embraced him tightly, way more forceful than usual. No smart remarks or name-calling. Yes, she was definitely in trouble. Ron instinctively threw his own arms around her.
"Are you ok?" The boy asked.
The girl didn't promptly answer him, capturing his lips in a furious kiss instead, pressing her entire body against his, something that Ronald didn't think was a bad thing in the slidelist.
"I missed you too," Ronald said when she finally released his mouth. They sat on the bench, holding hands and looking at each other.
"Ha!" Pansy said. "it is almost like a real date, isn't it?"
Ronald shrugged. "Maybe we should just make it official…" Pansy looked at him, confused. "My sister knows about us, which means Harry knows as well."
"Of course he does," Pansy said. "he has known it for months now…"
"Really, he never asked me anything… how?"
"Greengrass, somehow she has found out… not long after we… started seeing each other."
"Blimey…"
"I think you're right, tho…"
"Hum?" Ronald raised his eyebrows; it had been a while since someone had said that to him.
"I… I'm so fucked, Ron!" Pansy said, and Ronald could see how scared she was. He held her hand tightly. "My parents, Ron, they… they answered the dark lord's summons; they are back with him."
"Fuck!" Ronald groaned.
"They gave me an ultimatum to join them or to be disowned!" Pansy bit her lip nervously. "Ron, what will happen when I come back to school? Even with Drako under control, Nott will be there, McMillan too."
"I will protect you!"
"Is not enough; I know you want, but it is not enough…."
Ronald clenched his teeth; he knew she was right. He was one, and he wasn't even sure if his brothers would come back this year, they were living in France now. Maybe he could count on Seamus and Den, and yet, what would they be able to do when Pansy would be alone in the dungeons?
"Don't worry," Ronald said, looking into her eyes. "I will talk to Harry."
.oOo.
It didn't take long for the guests to move outside into the sunny beach, where towels had been magically glued into the ground, and the music could be heard blasting through magical enhancement bubbles. Luna was the last to arrive but the first into the water, followed rapidly by Gabrielle and Astoria. Drinks were served, and there was a table with fresh food and fruits.
Fleur was sitting on one of the towels, watching as some people were dancing, her eyes mainly focused on Harry moving along to the music with Katie.
"Can I sit with you?" The veela heard someone asking and turned to see Angelina, with a glass of wine in her hand.
"Oh, of course," Fleur said with a smile. Angelina looked very pretty with a yellow sundress and a yellow ribbon on her curly hair; Harry once said that the black girl smelled like sunflowers, and somewhat, looking at Angelina now, it made sense to Fleur.
"Girl, I thought Katie had it bad, but you have it bad, too," Angelina said with a smile.
"Hum? What do you mean?" Fleur tilted her head.
Angelina moved her face and pointed her nose at Harry dancing with Katie.
"You really do watch his every move, his every smile, and not with jealousy, but love." Fleur looked at Harry, then back at Angelina with wide eyes. "It is beautiful."
"Thank you…" To her own surprise, Fleur blushed.
"I'm a little jealous, tho…" Angelina giggled.
"And why is that?" Fleur's interest in the pretty young woman was renewed.
"I wish I had something like that." Angelina shrugged. "But, you snatched the nicest bloke of Hogwarts." Angelina laughed. Fleur laughed with her. Fleur looked back at where people were dancing, and she saw the Weasleys twins dancing with Alicia and Regine.
"No lucky man after the twins?"
"Nah. I am over them, though my friendship with Alicia or Regi will never be the same, but I am not ready for another relationship, at least for now…" Angelina's eyes rested on Harry and Katie once more. "I decided to focus on work for now…" Fleur nodded; she could understand that; she herself had been doing that while Harry was away from her. "I will start working on Gringotts in September." Angelina finished, taking a sip from her glass.
"Really? What about quidditch?" Fleur asked. Angelina raised her shoulders dismissively.
"I like playing, but I like arithmancy and numbers more. It was fun during school, but I never dreamed of going pro like Alicia or Ginny."
Fleur nodded.
"Guess we'll be colleagues then; I will also start working there in September, as a junior curse breaker."
"Wow, that 's cool!"
"Oui, it will be good to have a friendly face there!" Fleur raised her own glass to the other girl.
"It sure will!" Angelina raised her glass, before looking back at Harry and Katie. Fleur watched as the young woman smiled tenderly at them.
" You know, Angelina, let me know when you are ready to move forward," Fleur said with a mischievous smile, and Angelina looked confused back at her.
.oOo.
For a moment, Harry felt like he was back at the yule ball, though the music was faster and way better. He had danced with Hermione first, then with Katie, and when he was ready to sit down, Gabrielle and Astoria, still wet from The Seawater, took both his hands for a dance. To his delight, however, he watched as Tracey did the same with Neville, dragging the wizard and Hannah to a three-way dance. Daphne shot him a knowing smile as Susan giggled. He looked back at the house, where the adults (other than Tonks, of course) were keeping their distance, only to see Sirius dancing with Emma. The man looked happy, and Harry could only smile at this.
Harry felt happy, complete.
After the dance with the younger girls, Harry grabbed a drink and walked around, talking to anyone and everyone. He learned the twins and Alicia were spending time in France with Regine and finalizing the plans for their store.
He talked with Angelina about her new job and with Neville about plans for the next term. He laughed as Ginny pulled Blaise into the water for a much-needed snogging session that seemed to inspire some of the other couples. Hermione brought him some excellent croissants that made Harry realize how hungry he was.
"Tsc, you always forget to eat…" Hermione said with a mocking voice.
"Yes. You really know me better than anyone, Mione. Love you."
"Love you too, Harry." She said, kissing him softly. Harry realized how much he liked the small things, Hermione taking care of him, dancing with Katie, talking with Daphne, and swimming with Fleur. No heroic acts, no epic escapades.
Two sets of wet hands suddenly grabbed Harry, and Gabrielle and Astoria dragged him to the sea, still wearing his shirt. Harry laughed and mockingly threw the girls into the water, roaring like a monster. Harry watched as people danced, laughed, had fun, and felt light. The water beside him got agitated, and Fleur emerged like the most beautiful mermaid he had ever seen, the sun glowing into her wet skin, contrasting incredibly with her red bikini. Her blue eyes shone with love as she latched herself into his neck for a salt kiss.
"Tomorrow, once everyone is gone, we will give each other a gift."
"Yes, and I'm looking forward to it; I really am."
"Me too, ma Cher; I love you."
"And I love you; thanks for staying with me, despite everything."
"Non, Harry, you don't need to say that; I love you for who you are, and you love me for who I am; what else can I ask." Fleur smiled and kissed him passionately.
.oOo.
As the sun went down and a chilling breeze started flowing from the sea, The adults joined them at the beach, and Sirius lit the big campfire in the sand. And then, there was cake! Harry laughed as Gabrielle and Fleur hungrily looked at the pastry, the sweet tooth running deep in the french family. He had to admit, it was delicious, though, the cake, of course.
As the night went on, friends kept dancing, couples kissed, and Harry could see Emma and Sirius very close to one another. The werewolf found himself surrounded by his girls, with Hermione laid in his lap, as the day started taking a toil of them. Daphne laid her head on his left shoulder, and giggled at Tracey, who was now focusing her attack on a very red Hannah.
"So, what do you think.?" Harry heard Katie asking Fleur.
"I think Susan and Angelina are in love with Harry…" the veela said.
"What?" Hermione said.
"Well, our wolf is very attractive, Mione," Fleur said.
"Hum, who are you, and what did you do to my possessive veela girlfriend ?" Harry asked.
"I never said anything about sharing, but it is fun to tease them… and it is nice to know we got the best hunk around." Fleur shrugged.
"Crazy, all four of you…" Harry groaned.
.oOo.
As the night grew late, people started leaving, many tired but happy faces, but also, many reaffirmations of loyalty, mutual help, and support. Katie saw her pack, her new home, the inner and outer circles, and its allies. Together with the Bell pack, they would be a force to reckon with. If Harry survives, their power could be great, and could bring change. And Katie would make sure he survived.
Hermione was the first one to fall asleep, and laid on Harry's comfortable lap.
"Hey, Mione," Harry tried. "You need to get to bed…"
"Don't wanna…" the bushy-haired girl said without getting up, and both Harry and Katie laughed. The wizard easily placed his arms around Hermione's shoulders and legs and got up, carrying her bridal style towards the house.
"Wow, he's strong…" Angelina whispered to Katie. "Just like you, I guess." Katie smiled, paying attention to what Fleur had told them earlier. They watched as Harry walked up the stairs with the sleepy bushy-haired girl in his arms, after getting a smacking kiss on the cheek from Angelina. Katie glued her eyes on his bum and noticed that Fleur, Daphne, and Angelina were doing the same.
"Remember when he arrived at the school?" Angelina asked Katie. "He was so small and looked at everything around him with awe…" That got both Fleur's and Daphne's attention.
"Yes, and to everyone older than him with fear," Katie answered.
"I remember when we approached him, he was afraid, but he really didn't want us to look at him with pity."
"You knew something was wrong?" Daphne asked.
"Not at first; we were also too young," Angelina said. "I mean, maybe we did on a basic level; we decided he would be our little brother."
"But, as time passed, Angie and Alicia started noticing. The way he didn't like to interact with adults, how he always waited to shower on his own after practice, how bad he looked every time he came back from summer." Katie said.
"We tried to talk to Madam Pomfrey, and she already knew, we talked to professor McGonagall, and she said she would take our concerns to the headmaster." Angelina continued. "Merlin, I was so angry; I could understand why he didn't trust adults. We tried to keep him out of danger…" Angelina shrugged.
"But it was impossible, I believe?" Fleur said.
"The guy is a magnet for trouble." Angelina laughed. "And yet, he has grown up to be one of the sweetest and bravest idiots I have ever seen."
"And grown up, he did!" Katie said with a mischievous smile. "In more than one way!"
"Pervert!" Angelina lightly punched her arm.
"I am the pervert? If I remember correctly, deflowering him was your plan!'
"What?" Both Fleur and Daphne asked, amused. Angelina shrugged.
"If the twins haven't asked Alicia and me to be their girlfriends, we have a plan to… reward Harry for all he has done for the school and the team. Thinking about it now, I should have done it; Fred was kind of an ass to me. Luckily, Katie kept with the plan."
"Well, I knew what he had become when the last term started. I regret nothing." Katie laughed.
"But what I'm trying to say," Angelina waved her hand at Katie. "That you all did very well for him. I've never seen Harry so happy, he had always been strong and thought, but for all the wrong reasons, and now, he continues to be, but for the right ones."
Katie could almost smell the love coming from her friend, quickly pulling her into a tight hug. Angelina hugged her back, and they lingered together for a couple of minutes.
"Well, I gotta go!" The older chaser said when they parted. "Think about my proposal Fleur; it can be good for both of us. Bye bye. " She finished before touching the portkey and vanishing with a pop.
"Proposal?" Katie asked.
"Oui, I discovered Angelina will also be working at Gringotts, so maybe we could share a flat, and ease the expenses."
"I know you don't need it," Katie said. "But that would be kind of you. It sure would help Angie; her family is not rich."
"Hum, I will think about it," Fleur answered with a smile.
.oOo.
Harry carefully laid Hermione on her bed and stood there, watching the girl sleeping for a couple of minutes, with her red cheeks and mangled wavy hair. He smiled; the intelligent girl had one too many glasses of wine, (what, in her case, were just three) and had just cuddled in his arms and fallen into a peaceful sleep. Harry once more realized how beautiful she was, and how much he liked her. Hermione had always been at his side, helping him, listening to him, bossing him around, and pushing him To do better. The werewolf was pretty sure he would be dead at this point if it weren't for her.
For a moment, Harry missed Ronald.
Shaking his head, Harry got up, and left her room. Once in the corridor, he took to the sounds of the house, lazily fading as its inhabitants went to sleep after a long and satisfying day. The werewolf once more took on the smells around him, the scents of friendship and love, and moved toward his room.
With a constant smile, Harry took off his clothes, which smelled like sea and sand, and moved to take a shower before lying in bed.
The wizard dried himself with a towel and tried to wandless drive his messy hair, making it somehow even messier, laughing as he saw it in the mirror. Harry opened the door, and his heart almost skipped a beat at the sight in front of him.
Fleur has always been beautiful, but, in moments like this, when the dining light from the windows shone over her platinum hair, making it glow like silver, with her floating, translucent nightgown against her ivory skin, to Harry, she was just like a…
"Goddess…" Harry whispered.
"Thank you, 'Arry," Fleur said, with a smile just as bright as the glint in her deep blue eyes. "And you, my loup garou, you are my mate, my beloved, and after tonight, I will be yours forever, and you will be mine." Harry's senses kicked into overdrive as she spoke, and he recognized the presence of another predator, but not a competitor or a danger, but one who was an equal, one the wolf embraced as his own mate, and wolves mated for life.
Harry knew that veela should be closer to birds of prey, but the way Fleur had elegantly yet quickly closed the distance between them reminded him more of a cat than a bird. As did the way the young woman pounced on him. Harry was thankful for his quick reflexes, when he held her up by her hips, the witch throwing her legs around his waist while she captured his lips into a searing kiss. Harry felt her allure attacking him, so focused that he could taste it, making his own instincts burst with love and lust. Her scent, her taste, and the sensation of her soft skin against him overwhelmed his senses, and Harry knew he was gone. The werewolf was her's. Without letting her lips and tongue go, the wizard moved the two into the bed, channeling his magic so he could place his lover lightly against the soft sheets, pressing his body over her. Fleur disentangled her legs and adjusted her body, so her already wet vulva was being pushed by his raging hard one. Both lovers moaned in unison at the contact.
"I love you, Fleur Delacour…" Harry whispered while he ground the underside of his cock between her wet pussy lips, stimulating her inner folds and pressing against her sensitive clit as he moved up and down, listening to the delicious wet sounds coming from there.
"I love you too, but you made me a promise, 'Arry, and tonight, I'm gonna collect it!" Fleur said with a grin.
"I thought it was my birthday?"
"Oh, believe it, Mon amour, you are going to love it." The veela said, and to Harry's surprise, she rolled them around, trading their position, so she was the one on top of him. Harry would not complain; the view he had of her see-through nightgown hugging her body was something people would kill to have, and it was just for him. The predatory, hungry smile she had sent shivers down this body, directly into his dick, locked between her pissy lips and his navel.
"You are perfect…" Harry whispered in awe.
"So are you, my love," Fleur answered, leaning down to kiss him. "During my years in school, I was so afraid of being alone, of never being able to live something like my parents have because of what I am, and then you came and showed me I can have something even greater." Fleur moved her hips slowly, moaning with the contact. "I will never let you go, Arry; I can't ever let you go…"
Had his mind been working properly, Harry could have noticed how troublesome some of those words were, but there, lying under his beautiful girlfriend while she slid her pussy against his member, and letting himself drown in her allure, he was not able to think straight. The wolf instincts were taking over him, and he was allowing it. He wanted that.
With a simple flick of her arm, Fleur's wand flew into her hand as she stood up. Harry could feel the magic irradiating from her as she spoke; it was warm, loving, and somehow wet
"With one last promise," Fleur started saying, and the tip of her wand glowed with a soft blue light. "I give myself to you, and deliver my body and magic, to be loved and cherished so that you can make me yours, now and forever." Harry watched in awe; he could feel her allure changing, intermingling with his own pack magic and becoming one, with an almost sexual pleasure. Harry groaned, and Fleur moaned as the sensation ran through their bodies, echoing again and again.
"Fleur…"
"Mon Dieu…" Fleur whimpered, and Harry felt her juices flowing over his cock and belly. The veela was breathing heavily, and Harry could see how affected she was by the magic around them. The girl pointed her wand at herself, and cast a spell Harry was not familiar with, before letting go of her wand.
Fleur plunged at his lips, kissing him ferociously, devouring his lips and tongue, savoring his taste just as much as Harry was savoring hers.
"I wanted this for so long…" Fleur said in between kisses. "I wanted to be fully yours, and for you to be mine ever since we made love for the first time. I tried to deny it, and you tried to deny it, but not anymore."
Fleur raised her body again, this time planting her knees into the bed; the veela raised her hips, hovering above Harry's raging erection while his hands caressed her perfect legs. With one hand, Fleur raised the rem of her nightgown, and with the other, she held Harry's pulsating cock. The witch moaned as she slid the bulbous head of his dick against her folds and pressed on her clit. Harry watched, hypnotized, as she repeated the movement a couple of times, and just like the time in the room of requirement, he knew things were different. Fleur aimed his dick at her pussy entrance and looked directly into his eyes with a grin. Harry held his breath as she moved her hips upwards, aligning his cock with her anus.
"Tell me," Fleur said with a husky voice. "Tell me how much you want me, Mon amour." And she pressed the head of his cock against the outer ring of her asshole. Harry hissed. "Tell me!"
"Yes, I want you so much, please! I want to fuck you; I want to be yours," He said, looking at her eyes now. "I love you so much!"
With a blissful expression, Fleur started lowering herself, and Harry felt a delicious resistênce as his cock invaded her slowly. The wizard groaned, resisting the urge to shove his hips up, his eyes darting from Fleur's beautiful face and the spot where his member was slowly disappearing inside her. Both moaned loudly when the purplish head went inside her, but Fleur kept going.
"Aaaaaaaaarry!" The veela called as, inch by inch, he entered her asshole. For Harry, it was paradise; the warmth and friction, combined with her allure, were putting his wolf stamina to the test, as he breathed heavily, fighting not to blow. "Soooooo… gooooood…" Somewhere in his mind, Harry remembered this could be painful to women, but, maybe because of the bond, or perhaps it was the allure, Fleur seemed to be feeling just as good as himself. Their hips finally met, and he was entirely inside her.
"Yeeeeees! Aaaah," the veela moaned. "I am now completely yours!"
Harry grabbed her hips, his dick pulsating against her inner walls, his eyes rolling with the combined pleasure from her anus and their magic.
"Fleeeeeuuur…" Harry begged; he needed release. "Pleaaase, this… is… aaaah!"
Fleur tried to lift herself with Harry's help, and the sensation of his cook sliding inside of her was sublime. She planted both hands on his chest, with a drop of saliva escaping her lips as she rose up until half his cock was still inside her. Then, she sank again, whimpering and moaning just like Harry.
The witch's body started to tremble as she moved up and down, their magic pulsated at the same speed as their movements, and Harry moved his own hips, meeting her halfway. The werewolf felt an incredible wave of pleasure that he knew it was not his; it was Fleur's, and if feed his own, echoing and bouncing back into her, amplifying each time. He was not sure he would survive to so much; it was too good. That was what it meant to be bound to a veela. It didn't take long, but it felt like an eternity before he felt his muscles tensing, his prostate pulsing, and Fleur's movements becoming even faster.
"Fleur… I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
"Oui, oui, oui, oui, s'il vous plaît!"
It was too much, Harry exploded inside her, an orgasm like no other he had ever had before, and he could feel Fleur's own climax adding to his own, becoming one, and it was magical. The colors of life exploded around him, and he felt the bliss of being alive and loved, for an eternity. Harry could feel how much Fleur loved him, and it was something impossible to be put into words; everything said would fall flat in front of how he made her feel and how she made him feel.
Their bond was completed.
.oOo.
The magical wave washed around the house, showering the sleeping inhabitants in a cloud of love and pleasure. Some would wake up feeling rested and remembering incredible pleasant dreams, feeling reinvigorated like they haven't in years. But, seven of the witches there would have, even more, each of them reaching their climaxes while they dreamed of love, veelas, and a green-eyed werewolf.
chapter 30
This celluloid dream
It had all been so intense that Fleur was still coming down from her orgasmic high when she started drifting into slumber. The veela relaxed, feeling safe and complete, like she had never felt before, there, with her skin touching Harry's body. Her eyes closed as she dozed off, only to suddenly find herself diving into Harry's very being.
Her mother had tried to explain this to her, to get her ready for the bond, but nothing could prepare Fleur for the intensity of Harry's feelings. As she floated there, in a place that was at the same time nothing and everything, the bright light that she knew was Harry pulsed like a storm, so powerful that she felt it could overwhelm her at any moment. And yet, she kept going, falling, diving into him. Fleer didn't understand at first; she was getting so deep; it was so far away. Did Harry really push his feelings that much? So deep.
Then, it finally hit her, like the storm Harry was. The first thing Fleur could feel was love. The love Harry felt for the others girls burnt like a volcano; it was warm, alive, and overwhelming. Almost too much. Fleur would feel jealous if she couldn't feel his love for her as well, with the same intensity, maybe even more. It was so strong, so real and deep, that the veela couldn't believe someone could feel like that. It felt incredible, and it was powerful, intense, and complex. She felt his need to protect them, to be there for them, to carry and cherish all of them, and at the same time, Fleur felt the savage lust and a sense of possessiveness that Harry tried to hide. She felt the love of the wolf. He was theirs, but he thought that they were his. And that made him ashamed. And this shame was like a dark vortex, threatening to swallow him. Fleur sensed the feeling of inadequacy, the shame he felt from his body, his scars, and his looks. Even if his body was changing on the outside, his perception of it was still the same. Harry's self-esteem was broken, scattered through the powerful winds that were the storm of his feelings. The fear he felt for the monsters that broke him surprised Fleur. The whale of a man, the equine woman, and the fat kid. How could people so weak destroy someone so powerful?? It hurt Fleur, and the veela felt his pain like hers. Years and years of abuse, breaking his mind just as much as his body. She felt the Wolf beside her and realized he had always been there at her side, accompanying her fall. The fear ran through the beast, just like it did with her, but the Wolf took it and made it into Rage.
Rage. Anger. Wrath.
So much of it. It didn't come from the wolf; it came from her beloved. But Harry and the wolf were one and the same. So much hate, fed by shame and fear. It scared her. Fleur felt it could consume her, and it was surprising Harry was not consumed by it himself. It would be so easy just to give in, to become the beast, just like the monster.
The monster Harry feared the most. The shadow was looming over him. The beast he was afraid to become.
And yet, Flew knew mate was strong, even if Harry himself didn't know it. He was strong enough to keep going, to take all this burning rage, and turn it into drive. Into passion. Unconsciously, Harry knew that his ability to love was greater than his rage. One more time, her conscious self was surrounded by his love and protection and a wave of need, lust, and carrying.
As she drifted into sleep, Fleur only hoped Harry could sense her own feelings, and know that her love was just as intense as his.
.oOo.
With a crack much louder than usual, Severus Snape appeared just outside the gates of Hogwarts. The man tried to straighten himself, looking at the school he had called home for the last fifteen years, trying to keep his head up. But he couldn't.
Snape fell to his knees, feeling his insides contorting and the bitter taste of bile invading his mouth before he emptied the contents of his stomach on the ground. Sweat was pouring from his forehead while he threw up with a spasm. Once there was nothing more for him to vomit, and the pangs of his diaphragm ceased, the wizard groaned in frustration, cursing the school and the man who ran it, cursing the dark lord in his delusions of grandeur, cursing James Potter for stealing the love of his life, and Lily for abandoning him. But most of all, Snape cursed himself. He knew no matter how much he tried; he could only blame himself for the predicament he found himself in.
Snape knew he was not a good man, and that was finally catching up with him.
The professor quickly crossed the grounds towards the castle and, once inside, walked towards his own office. Snape knew it was a bad idea after what just happened, but he couldn't face things sober right now. Opening his cabinet, the man retrieved a bottle of whiskey. Not the weak magical kind, no, the one muggles do, the old and strong one. The wizard poured a glass and downed it in one go, and did it again two more times, ignoring the protests from his weakened stomach. He stored the bottle back on the wooden furniture and left his office, walking through the empty hallways. It took only a couple of minutes for him to start feeling his head getting lighter, and the warmth around his neck. His body felt a little less responsive, but nothing he couldn't manage.
Good.
The ugly gargoyle guarding the headmaster's door walked to the side, giving the man access to the office where the old wizard was waiting. Snape thought he should look terrible, going by Dumbledore's expression when he laid his eyes on him. The older man didn't look his best either; the last two months had taken a toll on him.
"So, it was bad?" Dumbledore asked.
"The dark lord is… different," Snape said, sitting in one of the chairs facing the headmaster's table. "And I don't mean only in the physical sense. As you predicted, he is less than human now… but…"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows with interest, urging the man to proceed.
"Something happened during the ritual; he is… on edge, anxious all the time. It is like he is expecting to be attacked at any moment, looking at any movement, watching every shadow. His thinking is clouded." Snape continued, and Dumbledore nodded. "And that makes him angry, and violent."
"That is a strange turn of events," Dumbledore pounded. "Tom had always been a cold man, capable of controlling his emotions to an extreme degree, even before his ascension into Voldemort. Any clues on why this could be happening?"
"None, though it seems he can't stand to stay in the same room with Greyback and Bellatrix Lestrange anymore." Dumbledore nodded at his words. "Albus, he knows about the Horcruxes; he knows what you are doing…"
"As expected." The old man sighed.
"I think he plans on doing another one… but he is not strong enough, yet."
"That is… concerning." Albus pinched the bridge of his nose under his half-moon glasses. "I don't even know if his soul can take another hit; as you said, he is already less than human."
Snape nodded.
"That was not all; he gave me two missions… He wants me to find Draco Malfoy and take the boy to him, and, if I fail, I should take on the task he has planned for my godson."
And what would that task be?" The old wizard questioned, though Snape was sure he had an idea already. The professor took a deep breath.
"To kill you…"
.oOo.
Close to the northern border of England, Benjamin Bell walked out of the sparse woods, close to a small county road, looking around carefully. The old werewolf took a couple of deep breaths and listened, searching around with all his senses, not only his human eyes, and waiting for the magic to speak to him.
He waited for as much time as he deemed necessary, before gesturing to the woods behind him.
His daughter, Anna Bell, walked out, wand in hand, followed by two young men and a girl not older than his own granddaughter. They looked scared, and Benjamin could understand why. He would not show, but he was afraid as well.
"Follow this road," the old wizard pointed with his only hand. "Keep going north, and you will be out of reach from the aurors and from Greyback as well." The three young werewolves nodded. "When you reach the small vile, a couple of miles up the road, look for Carmela Owens; she is a friend of mine, and can get you new wands. Have courage, this will pass, and you will be able to return to your homes." Benjamin said, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.
The three youngsters started walking up the road, before the girl turned around to look at Benjamin and Anna.
"Is it true?" The girl asked. Benjamin raised an eyebrow.
"What is true?"
"That there is a new Wolf around? one that challenged Greyback and is fighting against the ministry? One that doesn't take the potions and can be as powerful as the cannibal?"
Benjamin was momentarily taken aback by this. The other two men were also looking at him with hopeful eyes now. The old werewolf took a deep breath before talking.
"Yes, there is someone, but, it is too soon to know anything for sure, so please, keep being careful." He said, to which the three of them nodded with hopeful smiles and started walking again.
"What have you been telling people?" Benjamin asked Anna once they were gone. He sounded angry, but the woman didn't flinch when he turned to look at her.
"The truth!" Anna said.
"We don't know it."
"It doesn't matter, father. You saw it in her eyes; our people also need hope, something to look up to!"
"I don't know. Greyback and the ministry aren't Potter's only problems. He may fall to the dark lord before he can even help us."
Anna placed a hand on her father's shoulder.
"Maybe you also need to have a little hope, dad."
.oOo.
When Daphne woke up, she promptly knew something was different. Her first instinct was to run to Harry's room and let herself be held in his arms, to get reassured and to feel safe. But she couldn't.
Fleur had talked to her, to all three of them, to be exact. The veela told them what she would do with Harry, and asked for privacy. Of course, they would give her this time. Daphne didn't know too much about veela practices, they were very secretive about most of it, but she knew how important it was, and not only for Fleur but for Harry as well. And that made her feel insecure.
After last night, there would be no turning back; Fleur and Harry would share something special, something deeply profound and magical, just like he had with Katie. Something Daphne couldn't give him.
And she was not sure about how to deal with it. These feelings were almost alien to her. Daphne had always been fierce, driven, and self-assured. The witch was aware she had won the genetic lottery, of how beautiful she was, how cunning and intelligent. Daphne was even more magically powerful than the average witch or wizard, thanks to her dedication to learning. And yet, here she was, feeling insecure. And jealous. Was all she had told Fleur last year when they were fighting for Harry a bravado after all?
And yet, Daphne could feel something different. If she closed her eyes, the witch could see the colors of magic, and somehow, she could feel him; she could sense Harry. It was close, so close. Her magic longed for him. And Harry answered in kind. It was almost like she could reach her hand and touch him. But she couldn't.
Shaking her head, Daphne thought how Hermione would be thrilled that her theories were proven right, but Daphne didn't know what to do, and that was a sensation she always hated. Should she be happy? Worried? Would she be left behind one more time? Why was she even afraid?
Harry would never do that. And yet, she had lost him once because other people had come in between them. Wasn't that the same? What if Fleur hasn't really accepted her, misleading Harry just to have him back?
Daphne cursed her insecurities. Harry would stand for her; no matter what, she could feel it.
Hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, the witch finally decided to get off the bed, or better yet, her stomach made that decision for her. The pancakes being made smelled delicious.
When she came downstairs, Apolline and Jacques were working together at the stove, making breakfast without using magic, and Daphne smiled at how in love they looked like, even after all those years, and she hoped one day she could have the same. Hermione and Katie were already at the table, just like Susan, Emma, and Daphne's parents.
"Good morning, kitten," Sarah said with a smile, followed by everyone else. Everyone seemed in really good spirits, but Hermione, Katie, and Susan were somewhat even more excited than the others.
"Good morning, everyone," Daphne said politely as she sat down beside Katie. "Those smell delicious, miss Delacour."
"Please, Daphne," Apolline said. "We are practically family now, no miss Delacour."
"Of course, Apolline," Daphne said with a smile, though it was still a little weird talking to a dignitaries wife so casually.
"Harry and Fleur will probably only wake up much later; lots of magic involved in their ritual." The older veela said. "So, no need to wait for them."
"Hum…" Susan wondered as she chewed on a strawberry. "So, something did happen last night. I thought I felt something." The red-haired said with a blush.
Emma looked around the table curiously.
"Yes!" Hermione answered excitedly. "Did you also feel it?" She asked, placing a hand over Daphne's. "Of course you did!"
"Yes… it was…"
"Intense!" Hermione said.
"Incredibly hot!" Katie said, making Susan blush even more.
"Guess your theories were correct, Hermione." Daphne smiled.
"What theories?" Emma asked curiously.
"About how the veela bond would interact with Harry's…" Hermione stopped mid-sentence, looking at Susan.
The red-haired girl smiled.
"I know something is going on with Harry; I mean, besides you four…"
"Yes, but it is not our place to tell." Daphne firmly said, looking at Hermione, who just nodded.
"Hum, I have heard the term some times now, but," Emma said. "What is this veela thing?" The woman finished, and Apolline giggled.
"Hot french girls!" They heard, as Sirius entered the room with a wink, making all the girls roll their eyes. "Just kidding, Emma. Merlin, I'm hungry!" The man finished, filling his plate with pancakes and butter.
"There are non-french veela as well, Emma," Apolline said. "To really answer your question, veela are people with some very específic magical traits." Emma looked curious at the woman. "Fleur, Gabrielle, and I are Veela." Emma made the form of an oh with her mouth. Daphne looked at Hermione's mother and could see the cogs turning in her head.
"Hum… like elves in the lord of the rings?" Emma asked. Hermione smiled.
"Yes, you can say that…" Apolline said, thinking about the parallels.
"Just that they are gorgeous and sexy," Sirius said, raising his shoulders.
"Well, I always thought that Legolas was really sexy…" Emma answered with a wink.
"Oh, he was my first… how do you kids say nowadays, crush, when I was eleven," Sarah said with a smirk.
Daphne watched as the people around her kept talking happily.
"You are awfully quiet," Katie said in a low voice beside her. Daphne looked at her, only to be confronted by the piercing wolf eyes. "Worried?"
"I… I don't know. What if this changes things?"Daphne asked.
"Hum, I am certain it will."
"Are you not afraid? If their magic affected everyone like this, imagine what it did to him."
"Yeah, I can see your point. But you can feel it, can't you? That is not the veela bond Daphne; what you are feeling is his love for us echoing through the bond. You are too strong, Daphne. You are as strong as Fleur, and you can be in her place; I think that is why you're feeling this way. At least that is what my magic says." Katie shrugged.
"Then, it is not fair." Daphne clenched her fist. "I'm not a veela, and I can't bond with him like her."
"Daphne," Katie said. "You don't need to. He's already bonded to you, to us!"
"I…"Daphne struggled with herself; should she demonstrate her weakness to Katie? If it were Hermione or Fleur, she would certainly not, but to Katie, maybe she could. "I am afraid to lose him to her again. I don't want to appear weak in front of him or her, tho."
"I understand, but you can trust Harry, tell him this, let him be strong for you, and you will see there is nothing to fear."
Daphne's musings were interrupted as Astoria, and Gabrielle finally came down, looking very flushed. Apolline shot them a knowing look which made Gabrielle grin mischievously, and Astoria look down to the ground. Daphne giggled.
.oOo.
Josephine had arrived a few days later, and Harry was thankful he would not have to come back to Paris to see her. He was doing his session on the balcony; looking at the calm sea and feeling the humid breeze would most certainly help him talk to her. The dark-skinned veela also seemed to enjoy the change in environment for the time being.
"So, how are you feeling?" Josephine asked after they sat down with some water cups. Harry looked at her and was very aware of what she was talking about.
"Is that visible?"
"To other veelas, yes, we can sense you are… taken. We can see it in your "aura"."
Harry nodded.
"It is… weird."
"How so?"
"Don't get me wrong, it is wonderful, but…" Harry looked down, ashamed. "It is me; I think I'm sabotaging myself."
"Hum, if you really are, it is an excellent thing that you're acknowledging it, Harry. But why do you say that?"
Harry looked at the sea before answering.
"I can't believe it is real…" He said. Josephine stood silent, waiting. "How can incredible people like them even want to be with me?"
"And why would they not?"
"I'm … hideous, and a freak… my body and mind are broken, I'm too small, my hair is a raven's nest, I'm not intelligent enough, or…"
"Harry," Josephine said before he could continue. " Tell me, who told you those things?"
"The relatives I grew up with, the neighbors, people at school…"
"Has any of your girlfriends said anything like that? Have Apolline or Lord Black?"
"No…"
"Then, why do you give more weight to what those people say than the ones that love you?"
"I… I don't know." Harry said, ashamed of himself; he knew she was right, but letting go of years of programming in his mind was more complicated than just knowing.
"You don't need to be ashamed, Harry. Growing up with those kinds of people can really damage how we see ourselves. We like to pretend we're strong, and that we don't care about what others say or think, but that is not entirely true. Especially when we are young or a kid. You are the product of this upbringing, of course, but you are also the product of your other experiences. Your conquests, your courage and loyalty to your friends, and your love for your pack."
Harry thought deeply about her words.
"What do the girls think about what happened?" Josephine asked.
"It's so weird; it's almost like I can sense what they feel. Especially Fleur, of course." For the first time, he felt himself smiling. "There is so much… love. And affection. It's so deep. Hermione is ecstatic; she usually is when her ideas are proven right. Daphne is a little concerned tho."
"Really?"
"Yes, she didn't say anything, but I can see she feels somewhat insecure. We had a bumpy story, and I think it is affecting her."
"And what are you doing about it?"
Harry shrugged.
"I know if I just talk about it with her, she will get defensive, so I'm doing the only thing I can, showering her with affection and reassurance."
Josephine smiled.
"And Fleur?" She asked.
"I thought she was hungry before, Merlin. I was wrong!" Harry laughed. "Good thing I can keep up."
"I'm sure Apolline had already told you, but it will calm down with time."
Harry pouted.
"I hope not…" He said, and Josephine giggled. "You know, we have been meeting every week for some time now. I will miss our talks when I get back to school."
"Who said we are going to stop?"
.oOo.
The full moon hung over the sea, painting a silver path above the water as the waves crashed into the sand. Fleur closed the notebook, one she had been using ever since she left Hogwarts to register her thoughts and feelings, and looked at the satellite. It was the last full moon before Harry had to go back to school, but the first one after they completed the bond. It was a very weird experience. Even being just an echo for her, it felt so intense, almost overwhelming; Fleur could only imagine how it was for Harry and Katie. How their senses were enhanced, how magic took over their bodies, how the rage burnt and the instincts went into overdrive.
Fleur was thankful that most of the people had left the house by now. Her family and Astoria had left for Paris, as her father's vacation was over, and they needed to prepare for Gabrielle's third year. The Greengrasses, together with Sirius and Emma, had returned to England a couple of days prior. Sirius would act as Harry's proxy on the wizengamot until the teens' next birthday.
Soon, she would also return to England to stay closer to Harry, but not as close as she wanted. Looking at the moon, Fleur wasn't sure if she would have another chance like today for almost an entire year.
So, the veela made a decision.
Fleur quickly went downstairs, only to find Hermione and Daphne already there, dressed in their sleepwear and looking through the glass wall. Both girls turned around and looked at her. Fleur imagined if they had also felt Harry's transformation, just like herself.
"Can you feel it?" Fleur asked in a low voice, and both girls nodded.
Fleur wanted to tell herself she was not afraid, but that would be a lie. Even after living and loving Harry, all the stories about werewolves hung over her head. But she would do it anyway.
Removing her nightgown and standing utterly naked, to the other girls' surprise, she walked to the glass doors and gave Daphne and Hermione one last look before stepping outside. As her feet touched the grass, the veela could hear the two girls doing the same as her.
Fleur felt the chilling breeze from the sea touching her skin and shivered, looking back at the others. She had never seen Daphne naked before, and there, with the moonlight washing over her, she realized how beautiful the young woman was. Hermione was also attractive, in a different way. While Hermione felt strong and down to earth, Daphne was elegant and royal.
Then, she heard a low groan coming from the tall bushes around the house. Fleur froze, her body becoming tense. Harry wanted them to know he was there. Fleur felt a surge of fear, there, naked, without her wand. He could stalk her, hunt her, they were predators, and they were close.
Suddenly a hush of magic came through their bond, and Fleur could sense him. It was different from when he was human; it was raw, intense, primitive, and possessive. But it spoke to her. It spoke to all of them. They were not prey; they were equals. They were his hunters, his pack, and his loved ones. Fleur felt the tension leaving her, and with a smile, she knew precisely where he and Katie were. Daphne and Hermione also turned to look as they walked out of the bushes.
Fleur gasped.
She had heard Hermione's description with intent, but nothing she had imagined came closer to what she saw. First, it was the green eyes, burning with power and ferocity; then, it was the size. Harry was smaller than Katie, and yet, to Fleur, they both appeared enormous, almost as tall as herself while they walked on all fours; if they stood up, like Fleur knew they could, they would tower over her.
Harry's fur was of the most intense black, just like his hair. So dark that the moonlight reflected on it, and, as he moved towards them, she could notice small patches of missing fur where his more profound scars were on his body. Katie's fur was of a dark brown with a black mane that ran over her torso. Harry sniffed the air, getting closer to them, and stopped just a few inches from her. His maw was big enough to bite her entire head, and yet, she was not afraid.
Fleur slowly extended her hand, and Harry touched his head over her palm. He was so warm, and his fur was so soft. The veela could feel the raw magic pulsating under his skin. Harry then bumped his head on her chest, allowing her to hug into his neck before moving on, and doing the same with Hermione and Daphne. Only now, Fleur could see their astonished faces and giggled.
"What are you giggling about?" Daphne asked, as she ran her hands over Harry's mane.
"Your faces," Fleur answered, feeling Katie's head bumping into her with just a little force. Fleur could almost see a mischievous smile on the she-wolf's muzzle.
"I bet it was not very different from yours, princess." Daphne retorted with a grin.
"Oui, I guess not… this is… "
"Amazing…" Daphne said.
"I told you," Hermione said, caressing Katie.
Fleur felt her heart beating fast. It was just like her dreams, just, this time, she was not alone.
.oOo.
Very far from there, the so-called dark lord shivered in fear as the howls from Fenrir Greyback and Bellatrix Lestrange echoed through the night.