Happy Easter and April Fools! Hope you all enjoy the chapter. Please comment what you think. First time really trying to right one of these.
***
As the Yule Ball came to a conclusion, Harry found himself walking towards the Beauxbatons Carriage with Fleur Delacour snuggled up against his arm. He wasn’t entirely sure how this happened all he knew was at one point he had kissed Hermione for the evening and the next Fleur popped up, had a whispered discussion with Hermione, and the next, Fleur was walking with Harry to her carriage.
This had to be one of those blink and you’ll miss it kind of events. Only this time it was Harry that blinked and somehow was now the event.
“Mon Chevalier. Do you remember how when we dance, my allure flared up around us? You should no hit of subcoming to its influence. You stared only at me as me, Fleur Delacour, and not Fleur the Veela.” Fleur spoke to Harry as they walked through the rose garden that made up the path to the carriage. The garden was really quite nice, the white and red winter roses let off a ethereal glow and were roughly the size of dinner plates.
Harry nodded his head, “ Well yeah. I can’t imagine how you would feel if I tried to stare at someone else while we danced. Plus you looked amazing, why wouldn't I stare at you?”
Fleur giggled. She knew Harry was being honest. How could he not? He was her knight in shining armor on and off the battlefield.
“Now I promised you a Pledge of a good night, Monsieur Potter, and tonight, the night of celebration and Yule Tidings. Is the perfect time for it. We must maintain the Balance after all. A Pledge must be seen through.” Fleur said with seduction lacing her voice.
They had now approached the carriage and Fleur had tapped the door in a specific pattern and it changed to read ‘Fleur Delacour’ on the door. As Fleur enter the room, she turned around and gestured for Harry to enter as well, before walking over to a folding screen and began to change.
“You keep saying Pledge and Balance?” Harry said, as he walked into the room. The room was quite nice. It was colored in a blue that seemed to compliment the powder blue theme of Beauxbatons. In the center of the room was a luxury bed, decorated with royal purple sheets and colors, with a desk and lamp, that provided decoration.
“Well mon chevalier, I have Pledge to you myself. You complete the Balance that my Allure seeks out. You can ignore the call for animalistic desires and focus just on me for who I am. It is something that all Veela seek out. Now I am going to complete the Pledge and you are going to help me.” Fleur said.
Harry turned to look at Fleur.
She was currently standing naked before him. Harry couldn’t help but notice her large bountiful breast that defied gravity, and as he gazed moved south, he saw her mound that he could help was a bit damp looking. Then like a shock, Harry realized he was staring, jumped his eyes to look directly into Fleur’s.
Seeing this Fleur could only smile, “See even now, in all my glory, you still do the right thing.”
“But. . .” Harry tried to say.
“Shh. . . Harry. I know about you and Hermione. We have already talked. She may not fully like it. But this is necessary. My Pledge as bound me to you and the sooner it is completed the safer for me it will be.” Fleur explained.
Before Harry could say anything more, Fleur pressed her honey flavored lips to Harry’s, and like that the world seemed to fade around them. Harry soon found himself, be stripped down and laying in the bed as Fleur became wrapped into his arms as they continued to snog.
Soon afterwards, Harry following the flow of things, found himself on top of Fleur. He looked into her eyes and seeing the confirmation of things in Fleur’s eyes and blushing face. Taking the permission for what it was, Harry took his shaft and angled it to Fleur’s pussy.
With a gentle motion, slid himself into her.
Soon they began to start a ritual, all but known to everyone. As they continued with the act of loving each other, a glow began to form.
The glow mostly existed around Fleur, but it originated from Harry wrapping itself around her. As if his magic was claiming her as his own. Soon the two began to feel the peak reaching both of them. Fleur, who was now straddling Harry, riding him with unrestrained candor, felt the change in herself and Harry.
“YES! Mon Chevalier. Complete the Pledge! Please accept me for all that I am!” With that statement, Harry reached his peak, and coated her inside. Just as he did, they both embraced each other deeply and Fleur pressed her lips to his and kissed him for all she had as they both rode out the orgasmic bliss.
While this happened, the magical build-up around the two was unleashed. The glow of magic started to radiate from Fleur herself. Faint golden lines of magic began to carve their way in an intricate pattern around the Veela. The patterned consisted of graceful lines and gentle curves. The only line that was rough and jagged was the one that sat just at the top of her cleavage where everyone would see it: A Lightning Bolt. Not all that dissimilar to a certain green eye boy currently in her embrace. As the last design was made the build up of energy sent out a shockwave that only those sensitive to the feel of magic could notice.
With the orgasmic bliss that the two felt over, Harry still holding Fleur in a gentle hug, lowered them both into the bed and fell asleep. Each with a soft smile on their faces.