[Back? Not Really] Chapter 41 - Love (NSFW - lemon) (Patreon)

AN: I am finally posting the Harry x Fleur lemon that I had removed from the FFN. It's the entire chapter, not just the sex scene. Enjoy!

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Chapter 41 - Love

"'Arry!" a cry rang out and Harry only had two seconds to brace himself before a girl-shaped missile slammed into him.

Much to his mortification, he found his feet leaving the ground as the girl took him in a bear hug and started to spin him around.

"Let me down! Fleur, put me down!" he said, his voice coming out in an urgent whisper.

She did listen to him but her arms remained tightly wrapped around his back. Despite the embarrassment he felt at being picked up and spun around like a Disney princess - 'So not manly!' he thought - Harry embraced her back just as tightly once she let him down. There was no greater joy than having one's feelings reciprocated.

"I missed you so much!" she said.

"You should probably let go soon," whispered Harry into her ear. "We're at the Ministry of Magic. And your father is also watching us like a hawk."

Mr Delacour was, indeed, watching them seemingly without even blinking. When their hug became longer than it was considered appropriate in public, he cleared his throat loudly. Reluctantly, they separated. They were, after all, in the middle of the Portkey Reception Area in the French Ministry of Magic, in Paris.

"I missed you too," Harry said while holding her hands. The smile that graced her face at his words was so dazzling that he forgot how to breathe for a moment. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you smile?"

Wearing a pale blue spaghetti strap summer dress, white trainers, and a straw hat, and with her long white-gold hair falling in waves nearly to her waist, Fleur was the picture of innocent beauty. But that innocence waned a little the moment one's eye wandered to the slit in her dress revealing a smooth and long leg, to speak nothing of how the thin fabric of her dress did little to hide the curves of her chest. In Harry's eyes, she was perfect.

That sentence was not foreign to her ears because she was a Veela and, to top it all, she also made great efforts to keep herself in shape. Looking great was a given and receiving compliments was natural. However, hearing those compliments coming from the person she loved, Fleur could not wipe her smile off her face at that moment even if she wanted to.

"You're not stingy with compliments today, what happened?" she said coyly.

He was spared from answering that question because, in the next moment, she took his lips in a kiss, not caring that her parents were right behind her, watching her every move. While they did want to keep up the image of teenagers in the eyes of other people, they wouldn't go as far as to abstain from expressing their feelings just for that. Her sweet lips, her hands caressing his cheeks and the refreshing spring-like fragrance that he had come to associate with her made him close his eyes and melt into the kiss.

It was like waking up from a dream when they finally parted. Sensing that the surroundings were unnaturally silent, Harry involuntarily looked towards Fleur's parents. Mr Delacour appeared as if he had just taken a full bite out of a lemon, his face was twisted in a grimace.

In comparison, Mrs Delacour was all smiles. Suddenly, a flash of light blinded Harry (and everyone else in the vicinity). A plume of purple smoke came out from the chunky camera in her hands. Apolline Delacour had just finished taking the first wizarding photo of her daughter kissing her boyfriend.

That kiss left them both a bit flushed, the love hormone making them giddy with happiness. They could not contain their smiles.

"You look pretty good too," she said after they spent a good while just staring and grinning dumbly at each other.

On the side, Bellatrix felt a wave of second-hand embarrassment wash over her as she watched the two of them interact.

《They are in love, alright. Look, seems like their IQ already dropped by half,》 she said in French, making Apolline burst into laughter.

"Bella helped me pick these clothes. You know I'm pants at fashion," Harry said.

He had never been too concerned with his outward appearance in the past, especially in the last two decades of his previous life when he had spent most of his time wandering through god-forsaken places and on the battlefield, hunting down dark wizards and witches. However, nowadays, he was becoming increasingly aware of his appearance due to his proximity to Fleur. 

Be it her long white-gold hair, her spotless complexion, or her fit and shapely body, she was gorgeous. In comparison, he could only view himself as average. Sometimes, he almost felt out of place standing next to someone as beautiful as that. He knew that Fleur loved him for who he was but, inwardly, he wanted to make himself look better for her.

And that was how he had ended up asking for Bellatrix's advice about clothes. Seeing him wearing a green t-shirt with white stripes, beige chino trousers, and a pair of black Vans trainers, Fleur was pleasantly surprised. It was a casual but smart look, something that was trending with the teenagers in the 90s. It looked like Bellatrix's fashion sense did not miss.

Eventually, Harry and Fleur were forced to acknowledge the world from outside their little bubble of happiness because a very impatient Gabrielle Delacour pulled on her elder sister's sleeve.

《Hello, Gabrielle, how have you been?》 Harry asked in French.

The little girl's eyes widened comically in surprise.

《You speak French?!》

《A little,》 he said with a chuckle. Then, continuing in English, he told Fleur: "Bella has been teaching me a few words when she had the time. Nothing much though, only a few sentences."

"You want to learn French?" Fleur asked, smiling again.

"Yes. I have a feeling I'll be spending most of my summers in France in the years to come," he said, mirroring her smile.

The meaning of his words was not lost to her: that even after a few years, he was still seeing himself together with her. She did not fight off the sudden urge to embrace him.

"Alright, you two, enough flirting already. Let's get out of the Ministry first," Bellatrix said.

Fleur threw the older woman a smug look and raised an eyebrow as she held Harry's hand and started walking ahead.

"Seriously, you two will never get along, will you?" he said with a tone of helplessness, having noticed their little nonverbal exchange.

"I don't know what you're talking about~," Fleur said and intertwined her fingers with his, lightly swinging their hands back and forth. "I can't wait to show you my favourite places in Paris! Today and tomorrow we'll be visiting the capital. The day after tomorrow, we're going to Provence, to my home."

She was in such high spirits that even a grumpy middle-aged man like Harry was infected by her good mood, a smile seemingly having become etched into his face.

《No fair, I want to hold your hand too!》 Gabrielle said and grabbed Fleur's other hand.

With a boy that was a whole head shorter than her and a little girl that barely reached her waist, Fleur looked as if she had taken her younger siblings for a walk... ...something that Harry did not fail to notice if the sudden redness in his cheeks was anything to go by.

Sensing his discomfort, Fleur squeezed his hand a bit and smiled at him. Leaning closer to him, she whispered:

"Don't worry about what others think. Only look at me, 'Arry. I like you; what others think does not matter."

As if they had arranged it beforehand, another blinding light flashed and a purple plume of smoke appeared as Mrs Delacour snapped another photo, just in time to catch the moment when Fleur kissed Harry on the cheek.

《Impressive reflexes!》 Bellatrix said in amazement. 《I'm going to need those photos as well.》

Apolline giggled self-indulgently.

《But of course! I've honed my skills as a photographer for more than a decade!》

《We have an album of over 2000 photos back at home, with most of them being photos of Fleur and Gabrielle,》 Mr Delacour also said, chuckling at his wife's antics.

《They may act annoyed now but they will thank me when they grow older. Besides, they're so cute! I have the most beautiful daughters in the world! Harry will be a nice addition to our family too, I can already see it,》 Mrs Delacour said wistfully and suddenly snapped another photo, capturing the moment when Harry took Gabrielle on his back, giving her a piggyback.

The twinkling laughter coming from the little girl was contagious, the three adults involuntarily found themselves smiling at the scene.

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Unlike the torrid temperatures during the day (nearly 30 Celsius degrees) July nights in Paris were quite cool and comfortable. Although the walls still radiated warmth from the heat they had absorbed during the day, the cool air of the night coming through the wide-opened windows invigorated him.

Leaning with his elbows resting on the railing of the Balcony, shirtless and wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, a young man in his early twenties was silently admiring the gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower shining brightly in the darkness of the night. Lost in his thoughts, he did not notice the arrival of a new person until she embraced him from behind.

He smiled when she planted a soft kiss on the side of his neck and turned around to face her.

"'Ow was your first day in Paris?" she said while shuffling closer to him, to soak in his body warmth.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his chin on top of her head and gently caressed her long hair, still a bit wet from the shower.

"Brilliant. But also exhausting. I can barely feel my feet. The heat was terrible too."

"Ugh, always complaining about something, always grouchy!" she said and pouted.

He chuckled and kissed the crown of her head affectionately.

"I'm an old man, Fleur, cut me some slack."

"Physically, you're just a teenager! You should have more- ahh!" she gasped when his teeth lightly sank into her ear. "You're incorrigible! Control yourself!"

His right hand travelled from her tummy to the place between her legs and Fleur had to fight off the urge to let out a moan.

"Coming at me wearing only black lingerie and a see-through white shirt and then you're acting surprised when I get turned on?"

He turned her around forcefully and took her lips in a demanding kiss. He felt her grin into the kiss but she reciprocated his actions and some more. Her hands came around his neck and one of her long legs rose to hook around his waist, bringing him closer to her.

"You know exactly what you're doing. Succubus!" he said once they parted.

"Veela. I'm a Veela," she retorted and pressed her lips against his again, her tongue now seeking entrance into his mouth. He moaned as her tongue quickly coaxed his into a dance of passion but, while losing on this front, he won on another front when his hands came to her ass and took her in his arms. She squawked in surprise but her stocking-clad legs came to wrap around his waist as he carried her inside, into their suite.

He did not go to bed. Instead, he went to the wall on the right side of the room and let her down. Breaking their lip-lock, he kissed his way down her jaw and peppered her neck with butterfly kisses. As his kisses slowly trailed down on her clavicula and then on her sternum, his hands began to gently unbutton her white shirt, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Fleur bit her finger to suppress a moan when he pushed down the cups of her bra and took her breasts in his hands.

"Yes! Yes, 'Arry, just like that!" she murmured breathlessly as he started to suck on her pink nipples, ever so gently flicking them with the tip of his tongue.

Her breathing became increasingly laborious, betraying her excitement as his lips left a hot trail of wet marks down her breasts, to her tummy. He peppered her abs with kisses while whispering sweet words to her.

She moaned in surprise when his tongue unexpectedly went into her belly button and she started pushing with her hands on his head, demanding him to go lower.

"Please, 'Arry. I need it."

"What do you need? I won't know until you tell me."

The sight of Harry looking up at her teasingly from his position on his knees in front of her turned her on so much that blood rushed to her head and made her dizzy for a moment. She closed her eyes and shivered when she felt his hands starting to feel up her long and smooth legs, his lips pressing teasing kisses on her inner thighs, only centimetres away from her aching core.

"Please, 'Arry, lick my pussy," she begged, no sense of reason to be found in her lust-addled mind at the moment.

Despite the seemingly debasing position he was in, on his knees, with his face between her legs, at that moment, it was he who was in complete control. Hooking his finger under her flimsy black panties, he pushed them to the side, exposing her most intimate place. And this time, Fleur did not have to beg him again because the sight of her flower soaked with arousal left him unable to keep his composure anymore.

He dove into her pussy like possessed and it was less than two minutes later that the Veela girl let out a cry a rapture, her thighs shaking spasmodically, her orgasm so intense that she had trouble standing on her own two feet. Seeing his green eyes filled with love and lust as he peered up at her from below and his mouth and chin still wet from her juices, Fleur's body was rocked by a secondary orgasm, one that made her legs become like jelly. Before she could fall to the floor, however, Harry caught her and he stood up on his feet.

Holding her by her big, toned ass cheeks, he lifted her up and pushed her with her back pressed against the wall. One of her dainty hands came to wrap around his member and guide it to her core and, when they became one for the first time in almost two months, neither could suppress the deep moans of pleasure that escaped from their chests. Her thick thighs came to wrap around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back, and her hands started to leave red marks on his back as Harry started to fuck her roughly against the wall, their hips making loud slapping noises every time he pistoned into her.

"Fleur!"

"'Arry!"

They cried out each other's name repeatedly as he thrust into her deeply. Finding their release, they let themselves slowly fall to the floor, with Harry on his knees and with her straddling his legs, embracing each other. His member was still deep into her snug core, her searing walls milking him of everything he had.

"Je t'aime! Mon cher!" she whispered sweetly between the passionate kisses she pressed on his lips.

Her mind clouded by the orgasm-induced high, she didn't realize she was not speaking in English. Nevertheless, as minutes passed by with them making out, she slowly came to herself. As she stood up, he also stood up with her, his lips seeking hers hungrily, not wanting to be away from her for even one second.

She started to lead him back towards the bed slowly and he fell on the soft mattress with a start when she pushed him. Discarding her black stiletto shoes, Fleur made a show out of slowly crawling into bed on top of him and straddling his waist.

His young and energetic body and the sight of the sexy blonde girl clad in a black lace bra and thigh-high stockings held by suspenders attached to a garter belt made him painfully hard once more despite having spilt his seed inside of her only minutes before.

Grabbing his member again and lifting herself on top of it, Fleur let herself slowly sink down, thoroughly savouring the penetration. Her first few movements were slow, but after she put her hands on his chest, her hips quickly increased the pace. A few moments later, she started riding him with wild abandon, their grunts and moans of pleasure, the squeaking of the bed, and the sound of their hips smacking together once again filling the room.

Her large breasts dangling in front of his face, he cupped them with his hands and started to suck on her nipples greedily. But Fleur all of a sudden grabbed him by his wrists and pinned them above his head. Even though he had the body of a 20-year-old man now, Harry found that he could not wrestle his arms free from her grip even if he wanted.

"Tell me you love me!" she said, her voice thick with desire as she loomed over him.

"Tell me you want me!" she cried out, and Harry moaned as the tightness of her pussy was starting to become almost unbearable.

"Tell me you need me!" she almost yelled, her hips slamming down furiously.

"Tell me that you're mine!"

By now, Harry was not sure whether to feel scared or horny. The sight of Fleur's facial features starting to squirm and her inhuman physical strength as she pinned his hands above his head were rather terrifying. But the overwhelming pleasure coming from her tightness muddled his brain too much for him to act rationally. Giving in to his lust, he started to pump into her from below as hard and fast as he could and the Veela's transformation ended before it could really start. Letting go of his wrists, she laid on top of him, her large breasts squashed against his chest and let him do the rest of the work.

Fully committed to making them both experience another release, he hugged her wasp-like waist tightly and continued to piston into her like a jackhammer.

"I love you, Fleur!" he said between his gasps for breath. "I need you. I want you."

He kissed her deeply as he fucked her and Fleur moaned loudly into his mouth.

"I am yours. Yours and yours alone."

Those words proved to be her undoing. She clenched around him and her hips started shaking uncontrollably, her moans almost deafening him. Not a second later, having been on the edge of bursting up the whole time, he also emptied himself inside of her, his stomach twisting from the overload of pleasure he was experiencing.

Her mind was blank for any thoughts except those of her man as she lay bonelessly on top of him, basking in the addictive warmth and the smell of his body. Harry too, could not think of anything but the girl in his arms. However, as he started to slowly reel back from his sex-induced high, his mind went back to Fleur's earlier bout of possessiveness and to the numerous letters that they had exchanged for the past month and a half since the summer holiday had started.

'Is it only because of how much she had missed me? ...or is it because of something else?'

Nevertheless, his train of thought stopped too soon for him to reach a conclusion because the tiredness of being dragged around the streets of Paris for an entire day and the exhaustion following their lovemaking had finally caught up to him. Before he fell asleep, he only had the energy to wandlessly pull the blanket from underneath them and cover himself and his lover with it.

"Love you, Fleur," he murmured and kissed the top of her head before falling asleep.

Though the girl was already asleep, it looked like she could feel his emotions because a small smile graced her face and she snuggled closer to him, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

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AN: I'm not sure how many of you still remember the reason why Fleur acted so possessively. 

For the sake of not spoiling those who haven't finished reading the entire fic, I will only say that it is due to a particular event that happened in her previous life. She fears being abandoned again. 

If that is not enough to refresh your memory, you can read "Chapter 43 - Fleur's past" on fanfiction.net