Fleur’s Surprise

France

Harry enjoyed his first flight in an airplane. It was not as exciting as flying his broom, but the height and the speed were fantastic. Most of all he loved the company, though. Being tucked between the love of his life and his beautiful betrothed was so comfortable that he was almost disappointed when they landed. If only there was some more legroom...

The Delacour waited for them near the incoming flights exit. Gabrielle was the first to greet her sister, running directly at her like a blond missile and hugging her tightly, before she released her a bit to greet the other guests blushingly. Her parents approached in a more sedate pace and Fleur made the introductions.

"Maman, Papa, these are Dr. Dan Granger and his wife Dr. Emma Granger, my betrothed Lord Harry James Potter and his wife Lady Hermione Potter née Granger." She turned to the English group. "These are my parents, Alain and Apolline Delacour, and my sister Gabrielle."

They all shook hands and then Alain led them all to a limousine which was waiting with a chauffeur. They had their luggage stowed in the car's trunk and then they all sat in. "I understand that you like the seaside best. Would you like us to go there immediately or would you rather start your vacation elsewhere?" Alain asked.

"Isn't it quite a long ride to the seashore?" Dan asked.

"Not in this car. It would take approximately the same time to reach Paris, Bordeaux or Nice," Alain explained.

"Then let's go to the Mediterranean coast!"

The limousine didn't seem to leave the paved road, yet they reached their destination in less than half an hour. Dan didn't ask how it was possible. He already knew the answer: "Magic."

Dan was very impressed by Mrs. Delacour. He knew she was at least his age – close to forty, yet she didn't look much older than her daughter and was just as beautiful. He could now understand why his daughter insisted that Fleur visit them first. He was sure he would have acted like a fool had he not been accustomed to such radiant femininity before.

It was too late to go to the beach. They all sat for a chat with some tea and biscuits, for the English, or coffee with some pastry, for the French. While the two older pairs were getting better acquainted with each other, both having in mind the betrothal of Fleur to Hermione's husband, the three teens were busy planning some more, as Fleur was describing the area and the Potters were looking for interesting places.

"It looks like our daughter enjoyed her visit with you," Apolline noted.

"She spent most of her time with our daughter and her husband, as we were busy with our clinic. We had to work a bit extra to make sure our patients would not need us while we're on vacation," Emma explained.

"That may explain her good mood. She probably spent a lot of time in bed with the younger couple."

Emma looked surprised. "She had her separate room and she behaved perfectly ladylike during her visit."

"Did it have a common wall with their room? Have you checked for a passage between the two rooms? Had she not had s*x with her chosen at least once a day, she would have been very upset by now," Apolline commented.

"Hermione said nothing..."

"Why should she? You would have not agreed with such behavior and it would have caused undue friction between you and the young people. She was clever not to tell you."

"But why was it so important for Fleur to have so much s*x? She looks so normal and well behaved in other aspects."

"Oh, she's very normal even in that aspect. She's a Veela, you know, like I am."

"Harry mentioned this, but I thought it was just some kind of title. What does it mean?"

Apolline smiled. "It's much more complicated. You see, a Veela is a female being who is human in most aspects, but she has some special abilities. The most known ones are extreme beauty, extreme s*x-appeal and the ability to use a special kind of magic – the allure – which causes all around her to fall in love with her and feel extreme lust. A Veela is also able, when angered, to change form into a kind of bird and to create and use fireballs as weapons. Veela strive on s*x. We need it like you need food, but only with our chosen mate. Once her magic recognized Harry as her mate, it was just natural for Fleur to act this way."

Dan was thinking, 'What a lucky bastard!' Emma was suddenly more concerned for Hermione.

"Won't that hurt Hermione's relations with Harry?"

Apolline smiled. "Nothing can hurt it. They are soul-bound, which means that they share a bond unlike any other bond you or I may share. They could live happily without Fleur, but Fleur would be unable to live if her chosen mate rejected her. Not all Veela are as lucky..." This seemed to remind her of something. Her face turned sad before she shook her head, as if getting rid of the unwanted memory and smiled again. "I understand that both Harry and Hermione accepted her, and I'm very thankful for that, yet there is a minor problem still. They want to wait until Harry reaches eighteen. I don't think it is advisable. Waiting three more years with just occasional meetings may be too stressful for a young Veela. I believe they should marry as soon as they can. This will give Fleur the reassurance that she needs and also supply Hermione with a close friend to rely on as her pregnancy advances. Harry, despite his love, can't support her like another woman can."

It took the parents some time until they understood each other well enough to agree on what they would recommend to their daughters. Knowing Harry, they didn't doubt that he would agree to whatever the two girls would decide.

They spent the rest of the afternoon strolling in the magnificent gardens surrounding the house. The girls used almost every opportunity to snog Harry, with the adults seemingly not noticing anything. They returned before dinner. The Grangers were led by an elegantly dressed house-elf to their room, while the three teens shared Fleur's room. The Grangers had a hard time refraining from commenting on that, knowing such comments would lead to nothing good.

It was only after dinner that the guests were led on a tour of the house. It was actually a manor-house which could easily accommodate more than fifty couples, roughly the size of the Potter Manor in Britain. Both Hermione and Emma were most intrigued by the large library which contained both muggle and magical books.

"You said you have some books about soul bonds," Hermione reminded Fleur.

"Oui, we have some here and a few more at home."

Hermione was a bit disappointed to find that there were only three, quite thin books, yet she was able to devour them in less than an hour. She already knew most of what was written in them. Some information she had gotten from Fleur earlier and most she deduced from her evolving bond with Harry, yet the books affirmed it.

It was much later, after having some wild threesome s*x, when Hermione asked Harry, "Have you noticed that we seemed to always know what the other thought?"

Harry concentrated for a moment. "Yes, it started during first year, a bit after we faced the troll, only I wasn't sure if it was really what you were thinking or what I thought you were thinking."

"It was the same for me, and now it seems to be much stronger than before. I was laying with my eyes closed and I knew you were admiring Fleur's behind, although you think mine is more sexy."

Harry's face turned red as he admitted, "That's true. I wasn't aware of your thoughts then, but I remember earlier, during dinner, you thought it was too long and you were anxious to get to bed with me."

"Yes, I was. As your wife it is my right to have s*x with you whenever I wish, just as your right to have it with me." She didn't blush. "You know, I may not be as agile once my pregnancy advances. You'll need Fleur for the more acrobatic positions."

"I'll be very willing, you know," Fleur added.

"I know you're both very willing," he said, caressing their t**s, using a hand on each. "I'm not sure if we should go back to Hogwarts or study at home. We can afford private tutoring, but I may miss Quidditch and Neville may feel lonely again."

"I believe Hermione will feel better if we stay at one of your houses, preferably where there are no stairs. I remember how difficult it was for my mother when she was heavy with Gabrielle. She tired very easily and was unable to even go to her bedroom on the first floor. Dad had to improvise a bedroom on the ground floor."

Harry was thoughtful, although a bit distracted by the two naked girls in bed with him. "We can invite Neville to join us. Any friend of ours, if we want to, really."

"Neville would rather stay with Hanna," Hermione noted. "He seems to be very interested in her."

She thought for a moment. "I don't see anybody else we can really consider as a friend. We have some classmates with whom we are a bit closer and you have the Quidditch team, but none is really a friend besides Neville. Certainly not Ron!"

"You're right. I also think you'd rather stay either with your parents or at the Manor..."

"The townhouse may also be right," Hermione added.

"Well, yes. I only wonder what others will think if we decide to stay home. I'm sure Dumbledore will not like it."

"He won't be the only one. Many parents may reconsider sending their children there once they learn you're not coming."

"Tough luck for them," Harry said. "My highest priority is you. I want to give you the best conditions for your pregnancy and then for our child as well. If that means studying at home, then that's what we'll do!"

"If you're not at school than I may also spend more time with you and help Hermione," Fleur added.

"We shall like it a lot," they both smiled.

Hermione's parents were quite surprised noticing no trace of jealousy between the two girls. As Hermione was quite mature for her age, even the age difference played no role. Harry seemed to love Hermione more, yet Fleur was quite content with her share, as she had already agreed to being second.

It was during dinner that Apolline started speaking of a wedding. "Why do you want to wait until you reach eighteen before marrying Fleur?" she asked Harry.

"I thought these were the terms of the contract. I wouldn't like any breach of that, as it may prove very dangerous."

Alain spoke now. "Let me explain it to you. The age limit is there as a protection, so that none of the spouses will later feel forced into a loveless marriage while finding love somewhere else. Your case is different. You've already declared your love and consummated it..." Harry blushed at this. "...so there's no doubt about your intentions or your feelings. There's another factor as well. Fleur's Veela magic has chosen you and it also drives her to have as much s*x with you as she can. This will not be so easy once you go back to Britain, especially when you return to school."

"We've decided to have home schooling this year. Hogwarts may be too stressing for Hermione in her condition," Harry replied.

"Well, that may ease things a bit, yet for Fleur's magic to calm down, she needs a magical bonding, a wedding."

"I like her this way..." Harry said, making Fleur blush and Hermione roll her eyes.

"I can tell you from experience that you'll find you like her even more once her magic calms down," Alain said, causing his wife to slap his hand lightly.

"Then, I'm ready to wed her as soon as she wants to," Harry said.

"How about... now?!" Fleur asked.

Her father smiled at her. "I suggest we wait a few days. Even if you'll only wed with us and the Grangers present, I still believe you'd like a nice wedding dress and I'm sure your mother would need a new dress. You can't deny her her wish, can you?"

Fleur pretended to think hard. "OK. We shall have the dresses made and then Grandmére will wed us."

It only took two days for the dresses for all five females to be ready. Harry wasn't allowed to see any of them before the ceremony. Once he was ready, wearing his tuxedo, with Alain and Dan standing by his side, the women came in. Harry's jaw dropped. Fleur's dress was a very elegant white dress with fine embroidery all over, yet it was of such a thin material that he could plainly see her body. She was wearing nothing but the dress. Her mother's dress was not as transparent, yet the thin sky-blue material hugged her tightly, almost like a second skin. Had Harry not seen her nude before he would have reacted very badly. Gabrielle's dress was like her mother's, only in pink and a bit looser. As she was still a small girl it had no effect on Harry.

Emma wore a red dress, similar to Apolline's, yet not so tight. It still hinted quite nicely at what was under it. Harry was surprised that Hermione was actually wearing a dress similar to Fleur's. Hers was very light blue and a bit less transparent below the waist, yet she attracted his eyes so strongly that he had to force himself to look away, as this was Fleur's special day.

Fleur's grandmother was also conducting the ceremony. Like all Veela, she looked much younger than her age, as if she was only an older sister of her daughter and granddaughter. It was an ancient Veela ceremony, spoken in an obscure language, which she translated phrase by phrase for the benefit of the others. Harry had difficulty concentrating with both his girls almost naked at his sides, yet he noticed that the ceremony emphasized the physical aspect of the bond, which was almost never mentioned in other ceremonies he had heard of. It ended with a golden ribbon coming out of the grandmother's wand, tying itself around the couple's ring fingers and then transforming into two gold bands on their fingers, sealing the bond.

Hermione was the first to kiss the newly wed, followed by both sets of parents and then by Fleur's grandmother, now in her usual role.

"Well, my husband, time to consummate our marriage," Fleur said, as soon as the kisses and well wishes ceased. She took his hand and apparated them both to the bedroom. A few flicks of her wand removed their clothes and she set herself on the bed, spreading her legs widely for Harry to plunge in.

It wasn't like his first time with either Hermione or Fleur, yet it was special. As their love making progressed, Harry could feel that his feelings towards his new wife were becoming stronger. She was no longer just a good friend and a shag partner. He could now say that he truly loved her. As he reached that understanding, he noticed a slight silvery mist appear wherever they touched, slowly shrouding them both. As they reached their climax, it flashed once and disappeared.

It took them some time to regain their breath. "Have you seen the mist and the flash?" Harry asked. "What were they?"

"These are the manifestation of the Veela Bond. It means I'm now yours as fully as I can be. It's almost like a soul bond, but not as comprehensive." Fleur looked happy and sated. "It's not as rare as a soul bond, but few Veela are lucky enough to gain it. I feel honored I was chosen by Magic to have such a bond."

As much as they both liked to continue enjoying each other in bed, they knew that the others were waiting for them to join the festive meal. They took a quick shower and Fleur used her wand again to make their clothes reappear on their bodies.

"I like this. You should teach me this spell and the one you used when we arrived here," Harry said, smirking.

"I've actually learned them from Hermione, only she is too shy to try herself."

"We shall have to work on this..." he smiled mischievously.

By the time they had to return home, Harry, his wives and the Grangers had an all-over tan with not the slightest tan lines. They also managed to visit quite a few museums and several historical castles. Hermione also managed to find some more books on soul bond and Veela bonds, but by the time she read them she already knew most of it from experience.

The soul-bond proved to give Harry and Hermione a way to communicate, transferring thoughts, feelings and even vision. The Veela bond was giving the partners the ability to sense the other partner's feelings much better, but thoughts could not be transferred easily and certainly not images. Yet with Harry enjoying both bonds, he could relay between his two bond mates. Hermione was unsure about the long-term effects. It looked like Fleur was slowly being added to her bond with Harry, or was it Hermione who was being added into the other bond? Whatever the mechanism, the girls were gaining a certain ability to communicate silently and it was improving daily. As they were already very close in all other aspects, this didn't bother them at all.