'Exactly,' Harry nodded. 'Will you comply?'
'Of course,' the goblin looked mildly affronted. 'We do not share our clients secrets without good reason.'
Nagnok ushered them out, while Harry endured the curious stare of her father.
'Which family did you add?' He asked eventually, unable to resist. Fleur could only imagine how much it must vex him that he had missed someone off his genealogy.
'If I tell you,' Harry said slowly, 'you must swear not to tell another soul, including your wife and Gabrielle.'
'That seems frowned.
a
little
drastic,'
Fleur's
father
'Perhaps,' Harry agreed, 'but as I know you are aware the British media has a fondness for misrepresenting facts about me.'
'You have my word,' her father decided, 'but I will tell my family if I think it will affect them.'
'I can accept that,' Harry nodded. 'The name I added was Slytherin.'
Her father stopped dead in the street. 'Are you serious?' He sputtered. 'That's not mentioned in any of the books at all.'
'I have good reason to believe it,' Harry assured him quietly, 'very good reason.'
'Parselmouth,' her father realised. 'The Daily Prophet mentioned it, but I assumed it was simply rumour-mongering.'
'It was one of the few things that they got right,' Fleur said dryly. 'Shall we go back before Harry is recognised?'
She didn't wait for anyone to respond and jumped at Harry, who instinctively caught her, stepping backwards under the sudden weight. Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist.
'That's me throwing myself at murmured, apparating them home.
you,'
she They collapsed in the entrance hall, Fleur still wrapped around him.
'How do I always end up on the bottom?' Harry complained.
'Magic,' Fleur replied wryly, untangling herself from him.
'That would explain it,' he smiled, standing up. 'I should return to school, curfew comes soon.'
'You could simply stay until the morning,' Fleur suggested, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder at her mother who was watching from the end of the hall.
'Only if your parents are ok with it,' Harry decided, 'and I will still have to apparate back briefly, just to make sure I can send the patronus.'
'I'm ok with it,' her mother agreed, just as her father appeared behind them with a crack. 'Laurent will be as well, Harry.' Fleur smirked, she knew her parents would let her, if only because they knew she would simply sneak him back in anyway or do anything they were afraid of happening elsewhere.
'Thank you, Mrs Delacour,' he smiled.
'No,' Fleur's mother shook her head, 'Apolline, please. Fleur has decided that you are a part of this family and I agree with her.'
The difference a patronus makes, Fleur thought happily.
'I'll be back in just a moment,' he grinned, 'though it will feel like hours for me.'
Fleur chuckled, evidently he was going to use the time-turner. 'Harry is staying until the morning, papa,' she told her father, as her beau vanished almost silently.
Fleur's father eyed her resignedly. 'I would get Binky to make up one of the spare rooms, but something tells me it will be a waste of time.' Fleur smiled innocently. 'I console myself in the knowledge that Gabrielle will likely be far far worse than you.'
'She takes after her father,' her mother chuckled, 'mischievous and charming, but I hope she spends less time chasing the opposite sex than you did.'
'I only chased one girl,' her father defended. 'And she cruelly rejected me for years.'
Harry returned appearing suddenly on top of Fleur's left foot. She gently pushed him off and gestured upstairs, leaving her parents to reminisce about their own romance. 'Do you have a spare room I can stay in?' Harry asked. 'Of course you do,' he laughed, 'you live in a chateau.'
'No,' Fleur smirked.
'You don't?' Harry looked slightly confused, then he saw her smile and realised what she meant, flushing violently.
'I suppose I can live with that,' he decided. He eyed the bed with equal parts apprehension and anticipation. 'You don't snore, do you?' Harry grinned.
'Of course not,' Fleur dismissed. 'Sometimes I get cold, though,' she added coyly, 'it's probably because I like to sleep in as little clothing as possible.'
Her teasing had the desired effect, but only for a moment as he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned serious.
'I'm going to have to act soon,' he told her.
'Not now,' Fleur decided, silencing him by pressing her finger to his lips. 'You can tell me all about that in the morning.' She flicked her wand at the door, shutting and locking it. 'I've missed kissing you,' she murmured, slipping her hands into his hair. 'I've missed being able to do this as well,' she teased, pushing herself close against him and enjoying every inch of his reaction to her closeness.
Fleur trailed the fingertips over her right hand down his neck and over his chest, moaning slightly as he kissed her and traced his tongue over her lower lip. Harry let his hands slide to her hips, pulling her into him as he kissed her back, letting the warmth of their contact burst into a smouldering heat that emanated from his eyes in heart-melting waves and shivered through her body in searing jolts of pleasure.
She'd never wanted anything quite so much as she wanted to feel him against her in this instant.
A brief flare of blue sparks scorched his robes from his torso, letting Fleur's fingers slip over his skin as the transfigured robes reverted and fell from his shoulder. It was so much more satisfying than touching him through his clothes that she almost gasped in relief.
Harry's hands were drifting under her top, a provocative heat that slid up her back and round over her stomach to brush teasingly along the sensitive underside of her breasts. The sensation was maddeningly arousing, feeding the flames of her desire with each unfulfilled promise of further pleasure.
Fleur kissed him harder, flicking her tongue into his mouth, touching its tip teasingly to the end of Harry's. Her fingers drifted lower, tracing the outline of his abdomen as they dropped dangerously low, provoking him as he was her.
She could feel how much he wanted her, she could feel it pressed against her, in the desperation of his kisses and the way he wanted to touch every inch of her, but his hands never did more than stray close to where she most wanted to be touched.
His fingers slid upwards over stomach again, drawing searing hot lines over her skin, and this time she leant into the contact, stifling a gasp into Harry's mouth as his fingertips brushed over her rigid nipple.
It broke the last of his reluctance to touch her, and somehow her top was gone and his hands moving over every part of her, his kisses trailing down her neck. Fleur moaned once as his lips brushed the hollow of her throat, then twisted him around over her on the bed, biting her lip when his kisses ghosted across her chest.
She twisted her hands in his hair, pressing her lips together as his tongue traced soft circles around her areola. Her need for him was growing unbearable. Harry's lips came up to kiss her even as she scorched away the last of their clothes.
Fleur didn't need to tell him what she wanted next.
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