"Sensoria Minora," Harry intoned, waving his wand in a precise motion.
A soft, shimmering light enveloped him, and his senses became dull again.
'It won't do to let them run free.'
Harry had never seen Sirius wave his wand and cast it, yet he somehow— instinctively— knew the motion.
The incantation was almost pouring out of his lips with the barest effort and he knew exactly how the spell felt and what it did.
'It still surprises that I cast it right on my first try,' Harry thought with a small smile of satisfaction.
"You are doing it again."
Fleur's pleasant voice broke through his thoughts.
Harry turned to see the French witch looking at him.
She was as beautiful as ever, he noted.
Her silvery-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate features.
Harry couldn't help but get drawn to her mesmerising blue eyes and was momentarily lost in her gaze.
"Doing what again?" he asked, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly what she meant.
They were outside the castle, training.
The weather was unusually warm for January, and the sky was a bright, cloudless blue.
Thus the sun from high above, cast an almost ethereal glow on everything as its light met the snow.
"Daydreaming," Fleur replied with a huff, steam following her words.
'Cute,' Harry's mind supplied absentmindedly and he smiled at her with mock exasperation.
"We've got so many more spells to go over," Fleur continued, serious, "How are we supposed to make progress if you can't focus?"
"I'm sorry. It's just that everything happened so quickly—us included," he said, gesturing between them with his index finger.
"I've changed too much, too fast. It's surreal," Harry said and straightened up, suppressing a sigh from escaping his lips.
"I know mon chéri. But it's amazing, non?" Fleur smiled brilliantly.
"That it is," Harry easily agreed, his mind drifting to the time he spent with the older girl.
'Amazing indeed.'
"Shall we continue then, or do you need anozer moment to compose yourself Harry?" she teased, her French accent less pronounced.
Harry chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
"I shall be ready as thy lady wants," he said with an exaggerated bow and readied his wand.
Fleur rolled her eyes, but Harry caught the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
"Alright then, let's see how you handle this one," she said and raised her own wand.
With a swift flick of her wrist, Fleur cast a spell Harry had never seen before; as was the reason of their training.
"Aureus Spira," Fleur incanted and a shimmering, golden arc of light erupted from her wand, spiralling towards her boyfriend.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise—a mistake, as the spell's light momentarily dazzled him; it was the first offensive spell Fleur had cast that day.
Despite his lack of vision, his body seemed to move on its own and he rolled away from the flying arc.
Thanks to his magical awareness, he was acutely aware of the spell whooshing past above him.
He raised his wand arm, mirroring Fleur's earlier motion perfectly.
"Aureus Spira," he cast and the same golden light, albeit less intense, burst forth from his wand, heading towards the French girl.
"Protego," she easily intoned and manifested a steady shield in front of her.
The golden spiral collided with her barrier, dissipating into a shower of sparks.
"Magnificent, Harry! I'm totally jealous of your new ability…" Fleur praised a smile, and despite her words, there wasn't an inkling of jealousy in there.
"Meh, it wasn't a perfect cast," Harry deflected with a sigh, "The intensity was much lower, and the spiral wasn't as tight as yours."
Fleur shook her head, her silvery hair catching the sunlight.
"You are stupid, Harry James Potter. You just learned that spell a few seconds ago, for Merlin's sake," she said in a crescendo, her sudden use of the British magical curse word surprising both teens.
"Did you just?" Harry asked in disbelief, making a weird hand gesture.
"I suppose you're rubbing off on me more than we thought," Fleur said with a playful wink, prompting Harry to let out a chuckle.
"Now, let's up the pace, shall we? I have a few more spells I'd like to try on you," Fleur said mischievously.
A shudder ran through the youth's spine as he took an involuntary step back.
"You're kidding right?" he pleaded weakly causing Fleur's grin to widen.
Harry could swear his heart skipped a beat there.
"Nubilus Umbra," Fleur incanted, her wand tracing an intricate pattern in the air.
A black fog moved quickly across the two youths, obscuring vision and muffling sound for Harry, but not Fleur.
Even before the spell was cast, Harry's wand was already moving to mirror Fleur's movements.
"Nubilus Umbra," Harry echoed, his voice steady despite the unfamiliarity of the spell.
A similar, albeit less dense but equally menacing, wave of shadows shot forth to meet Fleur's spell mid-air.
The two dark clouds collided, intertwining and after a stalemate, dissipated into nothingness.
"Somnium Tempestus," Harry said as quickly as he could, knowing that was what Fleur had cast from behind the disappearing darkness.
In the following moment, he felt a lethargic pull so intense that he almost fell unconscious on the spot, alas, Harry prevailed; the spell induced a magically deep sleep.
Bringing forth his mind shields, Harry fought off the outside influence with determination.
The magical assault on his mind receded enough for him to sober up.
"Finite," Harry murmured whilst pointing his wand at his head and felt the last remnants of the spell fade away.
Shaking his head to clear the lingering drowsiness, he looked up.
The air cleared, revealing Fleur and Harry standing face to face, wands at the ready.
Their eyes locked.
"Impressive. That almost got me," Fleur remarked emotionlessly.
'She's still using occlumency,' he realised and confirmed it with his magical sense.
He could even see the mental barriers around Fleur's head, shimmering with a faint blue aura.
"What can I say, my teacher taught me a trick or two," he teased and smiled as Fleur's smile returned.
"Though I must admit, your spells are getting trickier. That last one almost had me dreaming of fluffy clouds and warm beds, and Merlin knows how I managed to utter the incantation without hearing it," Harry trailed off thoughtfully.
Fleur's lips twitched.
"Just don't go daydreaming on me again, Harry," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Wha- mhph," Harry's words were cut off as Fleur leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
The sudden kiss caught him off guard, but he quickly melted into it, his mind going blissfully blank.
When they finally parted, both were slightly breathless, their cheeks flushed from the cold…
"That was... unexpected," Harry murmured, his eyes still half-closed, to Fleur's melodious laugh.
"Per'aps we should take a break from ze training," she suggested, softly wiggling her eyebrows.
Harry felt Fleur's warm breath on his face.
The proximity sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he found himself lost in Fleur's beauty.
For a moment, the world stopped.
"You are beautiful," Harry whispered as his hand gently cupped Fleur's cheek, which turned a shade pink darker by the second.
"Ah, stop zat!! You're not so bad yourself, 'Arry," she said seductively, her French accent coming through.
"I'm more than quite charming," he quipped, drawing a melodious laugh from Fleur.
Harry leaned in, closing the distance between them once more.
As their lips met again, Harry couldn't help but marvel at how natural it felt, how right.
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It suddenly got harder for me to write now that I've come back to Greece... On another note, I've written the first four chapters of the Tom Riddle fic.
I also made an insta account if anyone wants to check that out. The name's: fake._.violinist
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