That morning, Harry groaned while feeling a weird shiver that jolted him awake. He tried to hug Fleur while still asleep, but his hands only touched the empty bed. Another jolt passed through his entire body, making him curl his toes as he tried to move his leg up to fold it, but there was some pressure on it that prevented him from moving his legs. As he finally opened his eyes, he felt another jolt that made him clench his abdomen while feeling some heat rising within him. Letting out another groan as his vision focused to see a bump over the bnket, he finally heard a wet squelching sound. Moments ter, a light, almost muffled moan was heard from under the bnket and Harry couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He groaned loudly as his body shivered with his climax and he curled his toes, clenching his hands on the bedsheet.

  At the same time, a louder moan was heard from under the bnket as he felt the pressure on his legs lighten. He flipped the bnket to the side, revealing Fleur’s hazy expression as she sucked him off down to the st drop while swaying her body up and down. She had cum even though both her hands were on Harry’s thighs, stopping him from moving away. She’d cum just from blowing him.

  A few seconds ter, Fleur’s expression brightened as she looked up at Harry with a beautiful smile, “Thank you for the meal, ‘Arry~” She said while giving his semi-erection a long lick from the base to the tip, making him twitch as he started getting hard once again.

  Still, he held himself back, “God, I love you,” Harry said with an enraptured expression and extended his hands toward her. Grabbing her outstretched arms, he pulled her higher such that she was resting her head on his chest. Doing his best to ignore the fact that his erection was rubbing against Fleur’s pussy, infinitely close to taking her virginity and causing many problems for both of them, Harry rested his palm on her lower back, gently rubbing circles.

  “You want us to skip orientation for css assignments, don’t you?” Harry asked her with a knowing tone.

  Fleur blushed from embarrassment and nodded, not saying anything, “I want to buy my stuff,” She mumbled, “And we’re going to Hogwarts, so that timetable will be completely useless in a month.”

  “Fine, I’m sure that Professor Violette won’t mind.” Harry said, “Not after what we did st year…”

  Hearing his words, Fleur giggled and sat up, making it even more difficult for Harry to hold himself back as he saw her mesmerizing breasts and the perky pink tips swaying from left to right as if trying to hypnotize him. She didn’t seem to notice it and started speaking, “We’ve almost got Professor Pranking Bingo, we either need to take care of Professor Elouan, or the Headmistress herself… Let’s take care of it before going to Hogwarts. I don’t want to graduate without getting bingo…”

  Seeing her innocent enthusiasm, Harry miraculously found the will to suppress his desires and said, “Let’s not think about Madame Maxime, otherwise she’ll give us cleaning duty once again…” Hearing Harry’s words, Fleur shivered as she remembered the time when they tried to prank the half-giantess and failed. In return, she dismissed the house elves for the night and forced Harry and Fleur to clean the corridors. Neither of them wanted to be subjected to it again.

  “You’re right,” Fleur nodded, “Let’s focus on Professor Elouan,” She said.

  …

  Harry and Fleur were walking through a secret passage that led outside the castle and Fleur waved her wand before opening a door in front of them. “Hu…” She had to wrap her arms around herself as the biting cold wind hit her face. The weather wasn’t too cold, but it was still somewhat early and the winds were particurly chilly today. Seeing her state, Harry conjured a fur coat over both her pastel blue uniform that she gratefully wrapped around herself. He did the same for himself before grabbing her hand and walking out of the passage that directly led into the town.

  “I’m still cold,” Fleur mumbled before letting go of Harry’s hand and putting her hand into his pocket. She did the same with her other hand and nestled both hands into his left pocket.

  “You have your own pockets…” Harry said speechlessly as he tried to put his now free hand into his pocket, but Fleur was blocking it.

  “Not as warm…” She said, “Here, bring your hand in too…” She said and let Harry slip his hand between both her hands.

  Harry didn’t know what to say and just kept walking as Fleur treated his pocket as some sort of huge glove. Then again, he was enjoying the warmth that Fleur’s actions provided his hand. A while ter, they reached their destination and Harry said, “Get whatever you need, and let’s go back…” He said as they entered the store, the cold winds around them being doused by the warmth that filled the store.

  As a bell rang to signify the entrance of Harry and Fleur into the store, a middle-aged man looked up from the book that he was previously reading. Seeing Harry, he put the book on the counter and welcomed him, “Harry, my boy…” He said, “Come in, I can always count on you and your dy to be my first customers of the new school year.”

  “How are you, Mr. Gaspard?” Harry asked as he walked toward the counter. Fleur took her hands out of his pocket and started looking around the store. There weren’t a lot of things on dispy, mostly differently-sized canvas frames and their stands along with some framed paintings that were hanging on the walls.

  “I’m doing good,” The man’s gaze went to Fleur who was already looking around the store for a moment before he looked back at Harry, “I presume the missus is still shy?”

  “Haha…” Harry put a hand behind his head and scratched it, “Yeah, kinda,” He said with an awkward ugh, “Let her browse whatever she needs, did you paint something good over the summer?” Harry put his hands in his pockets and sat on one of the benches beside the counter while engaging in a conversation with the man.

  Fleur went around and started grabbing stuff, canvas frames, different kinds of material that she could draw on, a brush set, and multiple different paints, she got everything that she thought she might need. When her hands got too full, she just came to the counter and put the stuff there before going around to grab some more.

  Eventually, she was done and stood beside Harry before saying, “I’m done,” In a soft voice. Once again, she put both her hands in Harry’s left pocket and he had to suppress himself from hissing as her ice-cold hands enveloped his warm hand and destroyed the warmth of his pocket.

  “Can you bill all of this, Mr. Gaspard?“ Harry said before leaning toward Fleur and asking her with a whisper, “It took you five minutes to turn your hands into ice?”

  “I can’t help it,” Fleur shrugged, rubbing her hands within Harry’s pocket and warming herself up with the help of his hand, “My hands get cold easily,”

  Harry just shook his head and waited for the man to calcute the cost of Fleur’s art supplies, “That’ll be 498 Bezants.” He said.

  “Here are 257 Galleons,” Harry spoke with pauses as he fished out the money from his wallet before handing the coins to the man who nodded and took the money, “Pleasure,” Harry said and started putting everything into an enchanted bag that had the extension charm applied to it. He’d brought the bag from their dorm specifically to carry Fleur’s art supplies with ease.

  “The pleasure’s all mine, Harry,” The clerk said, “You and your dy are always my first customers of the school year.”

  “That’s because the stuff that you have is much better than what we can get from shops in Pce Cachée,” Harry said. Pce Cachée was the main wizarding marketpce of France.

  “That’s all the motivation I need to keep the quality of my materials top-notch.” The man said as Harry and Fleur walked out of the shop, being exposed to the biting cold wind that had somewhat receded now, “Let’s go…” Fleur almost pulled Harry, “I’m cold…”

  He could merely shake his head as Fleur pulled him toward the passage entrance that they came from.

  …

  Back in their dorm, Fleur started putting up her newly bought frames all around the dorm when Harry doused cold water on her enthusiasm, “We’ll be leaving in a month unless you’re pnning on filling all of the canvases during this time.” His words made Fleur stop halfway as just as she was pulling out the third frame to set up.

  “You’re right…” She said, “We need to go back, I didn’t get enough materials for the trip, I’m sure that those boorish people won’t have anything close to what Gaspard’s has.”

  “Hey, my mum is one of those boorish people you speak of…” Harry said, irked at Fleur’s disdain.

  “Your mum is an exception,” She said, “She’s the most refined dy I know after yours truly,” She curtsied with an arrogant expression on her face.

  Harry had an unimpressed look on his face before saying, “Sure,” He wasn’t in the mood to contest Fleur’s words, “I’ll drop these things in our luggage and we can make another trip at noon.” He told her before walking to the suitcase that contained both his and Fleur’s luggage. He opened the case and emptied the bag into it before casting a spell to organize things inside. He then dropped the bag on the side. before walking back to the couch.

  Harry slumped down on the couch in front of the firepce. He put his feet up on the couch and leaned his head on the armrest so that he could view Fleur setting up her canvas and the paints that she’d brought.

  “You know, Fleur...” Harry said with a suggestive tone, “Gabi is out for her orientation,” His words made Fleur turn to look at him as she developed a sly smile on her face.

  “Does Monsieur Potter have something to say?” She asked him while taking slow steps toward him, putting one foot directly in front of the other in a catwalk that emphasized her curves. She was currently wearing her pastel blue inner shirt and matching skirt that went under the bzer that was hanging on the coat hanger.

  Just as she approached the couch where Harry was looking at her with an enamored expression, there was a suppressed crackling sound within their dorm as a house elf appeared beside Fleur who got startled and stepped to the side, “Willy, you startled me...” Fleur recognized the elf and calmed herself down.

  “Willy apologizes, Mistress Decour,” The house elf bowed in apology, “You didn’t have the privacy ward activated so Willy thought that there would be no problem…” The tiny creature looked genuinely apologetic.

  “It’s all right, Willy,” Harry said, “What happened?” He asked, “We didn’t call you.”

  “The Headmistress has called both Mistress Decour and Master Potter,” The house elf named Willy said.

  Fleur and Harry looked at each other and sighed before Harry got up from the couch, ”Fine, can you take us to her, Willy?” Harry asked while extending one hand to Fleur and the other to Willy.

  “It would be Willy’s pleasure to serve Master Potter,” The house elf enthusiastically held Harry’s hand and brought him and Fleur directly to the entrance of Madame Maxime’s office, “Willy will be off, Master Potter. Otherwise, the Master Maxime will scold Willy…” Willy mumbled to himself before slowly turning transparent and disappearing.

  “I seriously love how Willy can apparate silently like that,” Fleur said with an envious tone.

  “All house elves can do that,” Harry said before knocking on the door, “They have access to both methods of apparition while we only have a single one.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” Fleur shrugged it off, “It’s still cool. Every time I apparate, people two blocks away think that there’s been some kind of explosion…” She compined.

  “Get better,” Harry said as Madame Maxime answered his knock with a muffled, “You may enter.”

  Fleur gave him a narrow-eyed look while scrunching her nose to express her annoyance and pushed the door open, almost shoving Harry to the side, making him chuckle while shaking his head as he followed her into the office.

  “Morning, headmistress,” Harry greeted the rge woman who was gring at him and Fleur with eyes full of annoyance.

  “It’s the first day of school and the two of you already have a viotion to your name,” She said.

  “That snitch…” Fleur cursed the orientation professor under her breath. When she looked back up at Madame Maxime, the half-giantess’ gre almost sent a shiver down her spine as she stepped behind Harry and looked down.

  Harry patted Fleur’s hand to calm her down and faced the headmistress with an embarrassed smile, not seeming intimidated by her gre, “I apologize headmistress. Something came up and Fleur and I couldn’t attend the orientation. We had to go to the infirmary.”

  The woman looked at Harry and then at Fleur who was hiding behind Harry for a few seconds before shaking her head, “If your story doesn’t match with Madame Séraphine, detention for both of you.”

  “Thank you for understanding headmistress,” Harry smiled and continued, “Before you dismiss us, I wanted to talk to you about Celine’s arrangements.”

  “What about it?” She asked with a raised brow.

  “I don’t know where we’ll all be staying, but I wanted you to let Celine stay with me, Fleur, and Gabi,” Harry said.

  “You both were completely lost during my briefing, weren’t you?” Madame Maxime sighed with exasperation, “The students will all be sponsored within Hogwarts’ dorms to allow them to mingle better with the crowd there. I’ll inform the respective faculty about the situation with you, Fleur, and Gabrielle…and Celine, apparently,” She said, “All of them are going to be your responsibility, Potter. I can only protect you from the explicit dangers, the rest is up to you. As I told you before, Hogwarts may be a fortress, but it’s also the center of the storm right now.” She looked at Harry with an intense gaze for a few seconds, “Dismissed,” She said before leaning back in her chair.

  “I appreciate your concern, headmistress,” Harry nodded with a solemn tone and held Fleur’s hand before they both left the office.

  Once the door closed behind them, “She’s warned us twice about Hogwarts now,” Fleur said, “Something is very wrong with the oldest magical school in Europe…”

  “It’ll be fine,” Harry said, “We always keep our respective Portkeys close to us,” He raised his hand and showed Fleur the ring on his middle finger. Fleur had a simir ring with a matching but more feminine design.

  “Still, I was thinking of something…” Fleur seemed deep in thought.

  “What?” Harry asked.

  “I don’t know yet,” She said, “I need to ask my mother about it.”

  “Is it a Vee thing?” Harry asked.

  “Yeah,” Fleur said, “I remember hearing her talk about a special brand of magic that the Vee possess that my grandmother specialized in. I don’t know the exact details, but I’ll owl my mother to ask her about it.” She finished and moved her hand a little such that she was able to interce her fingers with Harry’s.

  “Let’s go to the academic hall,” Harry said, “I think Professor Violette will appreciate our presence after she went through so much effort to get us to attend.” There was an imperceptible smile on his face as he spoke those words.

  Fleur’s expression seemed to mirror his as she agreed wholeheartedly, “I like that idea… But first, to our dorm, we need to get Madame Séraphine’s favorite chocotes to thank her.”

  …

  23rd September 1996.

  “Bingo!” Harry and Fleur whispered as they slipped out of a cssroom under the guise of multiple charms that hid their presence. Harry shook Fleur’s hand and they nodded to each other with devious smiles on their faces before a bang was heard in the cssroom, followed by several screams as the entire css was subjected to an explosion of magic. The most prominent and shrill scream was that of the woman standing in front of the css. She was Professor Elouan.

  Harry and Fleur burst into ughter and slightly cracked open the door to the cssroom to see the scene inside. As the smoke subsided, almost all of the students’ hair had been transfigured into snakes that kept waving around. Some of the girls started screaming again as they felt their ‘hair’ biting their cheeks and almost fainted right there. Some of them did indeed faint. The professor was the one who had it worse. Her ‘hair’ had the most volume and was almost spreading out while also enveloping her within. Still, she didn’t panic and cast a spell on her hair as the snakes started receding.

  A few moments ter, the hair started growing again and started assaulting her face. She frowned and cast another spell that stopped the snakes and made them recede again. It still didn’t work and she kept trying as Harry and Fleur slipped away while ughing proudly.

  “God, this took a lot of effort…” Fleur said as she wiped a tear that had escaped her eye after ughing so much.

  “Worth it…” Harry said, “We got bingo.”

  “Yeah, now let’s get to css before someone accuses us and catches on,” Fleur said as she grabbed Harry’s hand and quickened her pace.

  “I think they already know, Fleur.” Harry ughed.

  “Yeah,” Fleur agreed, “But knowing and having evidence is different. They know it’s us, but they can’t punish us if they can’t find us.”

  “Such a meticulous prankster…” Harry chuckled while quickly moving with Fleur. Reaching the door to a cssroom, Harry pushed Fleur inside before making his way to his own css. This was the only time that the duo would separate. Fleur’s biggest regret about Beauxbatons was that she and Harry were a year apart and it infuriated her to no end since it meant that she couldn’t sit in the same css as him, ever.

  By the time lunch rolled around, Harry and Fleur were in the great hall grabbing something to eat. In the middle of their meal, an owl came in and dropped a letter in front of Fleur before flying away. Just as Harry looked at the letter that Fleur had received, another owl came in and dropped a package in front of Harry with a letter attached to it.

  “She finally answered?” Harry asked Fleur.

  “Something like that,” She said before looking at Harry’s package, “Your mum sent you something?” She asked.

  “Apparently,” Harry pulled out the envelope that was stuck under the string that tied the package together. Pulling out his letter, he started reading it before his eyes widened, “She gave it to me…” Harry said with a shocked tone before smiling gleefully.

  “What?” Fleur asked.

  “The cloak…” Harry answered with a wide smile on his face. He barely stopped himself from opening the parcel right there.

  “That cloak?” Fleur’s eyes widened and she asked to confirm.

  “Yes,” Harry nodded, “Dad’s old cloak,” He then continued reading the letter and his smile slowly turned into a solemn frown.

  “What is it?” Fleur asked.

  “Same stuff that she told us before… And she’s apparently bound a very powerful magical sword to me,” Harry said with a frown, “Though I don’t know how the hell I’m going to use it…”

  “Hm?” Fleur frowned confusedly and read the letter after taking it from Harry. Her eyes ran through the text until she came to a conclusion, “This trip seems less like an exchange program and more that we’re going to a warzone.”

  “We are…” Harry said, “Mum said that it is time for me to accept my true heritage, whatever that’s supposed to mean… And this Sword of Gryffindor…” Harry trailed off as he kept reading a specific sentence, ‘Call upon it in a time of need and the Sword of Gryffindor will answer.’ It was as cryptic as telling Harry that he should just hope for the best, “Whatever,” He shook his concerns off and turned to Fleur, “What about your letter?”

  Fleur tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter before flipping it over. Two chains with small pendants attached to them fell from the envelope onto the table as Fleur narrowed her eyes at them before unfolding the letter and reading it. Meanwhile, Harry grabbed one of the chains and focused on the oval pendant. It didn’t seem to be anything noteworthy other than an engraving of a bck rose with embers of fire rising from it. There were four hemispheres on each side of the rose and they all had the left side missing. Harry thought of something and looked at the other pendant. As he’d expected, the other pendant had the exact same design except for the hemispheres on all four sides having their right sides missing.

  The design almost seemed crude to Harry, but there was a sense of awe that he felt from both pendants that told him that they weren’t as simple as he thought. He turned to Fleur and asked, “What does it say?”

  “Nothing really…” Fleur said, “She just told us to wear the lockets at all times and the opportunity would present itself when the right moment came,” She grabbed one of the lockets and started examining the pendants before giving Harry the one that had the right sides of the hemispheres missing, “This one’s yours and,” She grabbed the other locket before saying, “This one’s mine…”

  Harry opened his mouth to say something about how weird this all seemed to him, but just closed it and shook his head before handing Fleur his locket, “Help me put it on,” He said before turning his head to the side. Fleur ran her fingers through his long messy hair that reached down to his neck and slid it to the side before pulling the locket around his neck and tching it.

  “You need a haircut,” She said before letting go of his hair, “It’s all messy and unevenly grown.”

  “Come on,” Harry turned to look at Fleur and shoved the locket under the neckline of his shirt, “You love my messy hair.”

  Fleur turned her head to the side before sliding her silky ptinum blonde locks to the side, revealing her nape to Harry. He could see the hickey that he’d left on her neck during the morning and felt tempted to leave another one. Sadly, they were in the middle of the hall, so he merely gave her a light kiss on her nape as Fleur shivered and moved away, “Not here, ‘Arry!” She turned and admonished him with wide eyes.

  “I know, I know…” Harry chuckled before saying with a sad tone, “I’ll go out in the cold and get my hair trimmed a bit if you want,” He acted like a lost puppy as Fleur turned back around, letting Harry slip the locket around her neck before tching it.

  Fleur turned to give him a sly smile and tilted her head to the side, “No one else is touching your hair, do you understand, Potter?” Fleur brought her face close to Harry’s and put her hands on the sides of his head, holding him in pce, “I’ll be trimming your hair like I always do.”

  Seeing Fleur act this way, Harry felt a fire burning inside him and wanted to push her down on the table after clearing it out. Sadly, there were other people here and there were limits to how well the concealment charms could work. “You sound unbearably sexy right now, do you know that?” Harry asked her and rested his palm on her knee, slowly trailing it up her stocking as her skirt started getting raised.

  “Are you saying that I don’t sound sexy other times?” She asked him with a teasing expression as a blush rose on her face. Looking into her eyes that seemed to suck him in, Harry felt a certain part of his anatomy start to rise and had to gulp while trying to suppress his desires with his Occlumency. Still, he didn’t stop the movements of his palm and it kept rising along her thigh, pushing her skirt higher and higher.

  “You’re always sexy, my love…” Harry said huskily, “But right now, I just want to push you down on the table and bury my face in between your thighs, eating you out as you moan ceaselessly…”

  His words only made Fleur smile even more, “Then let’s finish up, we don’t want my neediness and arousal to go unfulfilled, do we?” She asked while trailing her hand along Harry’s face, pushing a lock of his hair behind his ear.

  “No, that would be a crime of the highest order…” Harry smiled and stopped moving his hand higher, resting it where he could feel her quivering and arousal while not making her skirt rise up too much, “Leaving a Vee unsatisfied, I might be in prison…”

  Harry’s words made Fleur recall how she’d been left needy and desperate for two hours two nights ago and no matter how much she begged, Harry kept teasing her without fulfilling her. Her eyes which were previously full of arousal took an annoyed turn and she huffed in his face before turning away and letting go of his face, ignoring Harry’s ugh.

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