"For some reason, I feel a little envious," Fleur said as she watched Harry closing a trunk.
"Why? Because he had to go to school?" Harry asked as he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
"When you finish school, after a while you end up missing everything you lived through," Fleur smiled.
"Ah... I see," Harry nodded, although he was sure he wouldn't miss school with everything he's lived through at Hogwarts. Although he might end up remembering this school year that was about to start. He was sure things would happen, but this time because he would be pulling some strings in the shadows.
Fleur sighed a little as she saw that Harry had gotten lost in his head for a moment. She knew he currently had too much on his plate, with everything about Voldemort and the people he had to be careful of at Hogwarts, Harry was getting lost in his thoughts a little. She wouldn't blame him, she never could; she knew everything that was happening was complicated and dangerous.
"You have to be careful, especially if you do something that could be dangerous."
"Of course. My goal is to end the troubles once and for all and live a good, peaceful life," Harry smiled as he said that.
"I wonder if that's really possible. With all the fame you are and could end up being after this is all over."
"But I already have it planned, Fleur."
"What about you? Do you have anything planned after this whole problem is over?"
"Yeah... I have some things planned..."
"Mmm..."
"You're not going to ask?" she asked, a little taken aback.
"Nah, I don't think it's good to ask about a woman's plans. My mind might end up exploding."
"There you are again, being sardonic with me. Aren't you afraid that I might be interested in someone else?"
"Are you interested in me?" Harry asked with a smile. He crossed his arms as he looked into Fleur's eyes. She had clearly been wrong about that, and it was quite evident when she shifted her gaze for a second.
"I'm simply talking about possibilities, Harry. You know, William is quite interested in me, he's even tried to ask me out on a date a few times."
Harry tilted his head slightly to the side, as if he was confused by Fleur's words.
"Does that really matter?"
"What?" Fleur frowned immediately. She had expected Harry to get at least a little jealous, but he didn't even seem to care that another man had feelings for her.
Harry sighed a little and shook his head, "Fleur, I don't think I'm the type of person to get too jealous because a man seems to be in love with the girl I like. It's one thing for William to ask you out on dates, but it's totally different when you decide to accept those invitations, do you understand?"
"You... aren't you worried that I might suddenly decide to go with another man?" Fleur asked, now she looked confused. Harry simply smiled softly.
"Can you use your charm?"
"Huh?"
"Just use it, I want to check something."
Fleur blinked twice before she started using her charm. Harry felt a small tickle on the back of his neck, as if she had blown on it gently. His body also felt a little warmer, but otherwise, he was fine.
"What did you want... for?" Fleur stopped as she felt something strange. Her body felt more sensitive for some reason. A heat rose up all over her body before descending to a single specific spot. She blushed as her breath became a little hot. Her clear eyes seemed cloudy as she looked up at Harry.
"What... did you do?"
"Magic... it has to do with pheromones. You can say it's the charm I created thanks to feeling yours when you were trying to tease me all this time."
Fleur let out a gasp that was almost a moan as she sat on Harry's bed with her legs together. She never knew this was possible, and for a moment she wondered if her charm did the same to some people.
"Why... now?"
Harry walked while mumbling and sat down next to her.
"I don't know if it's true, but I heard that Veela tend to be gentler with their partners. The charm can be too much for some people."
Fleur nodded, "... Yes... sometimes... it is like that... Mm~"
Harry removed the charm he created, causing Fleur to let out a sigh of relief, but when she felt Harry's breath near her ear, she stopped any movement.
"We'll be apart for a while, but we know that we like each other. If you want, just if you want, we can do something so we don't forget each other."
"You don't have to hold anything back."
Fleur gulped a little before her charm was unleashed in full force. She threw Harry onto the bed and sat on him.
"Do you even know what you're saying? There's no turning back. I'm not a woman who just offers herself to anyone."
"I know..."
"I can be too proud."
"Ha! I know that well, Fleur!" Harry laughed in amusement. He knew Fleur was a proud girl and would say what she thought without dwelling too much. She was direct that way, and some might misinterpret that direct personality as being arrogant.
"I'm older..." she said, her voice a little lower.
"Does it matter that much? It's not like you're ten years older than me. When you're over a hundred, I'll be over a hundred too."
"Do you want us to be together forever?" Fleur asked, a little surprised by Harry's words, but also excited.
"I'm not a man who chooses just any woman."
Fleur smiled before lowering her head and kissing Harry with everything she had. Harry hugged her gently before Fleur began to tug at Harry's clothes, trying to get anything out.
Harry moved his left hand, sealing the room and then casting a silencing charm on her. This would be the last day of vacation, he didn't want any interruptions. When everything had been done, he simply made his and Fleur's clothes disappear. Their skin touched and they held each other tightly, as if they didn't want to merge into each other's bodies.
"Don't even think about escaping me, Harry Potter," Fleur whispered as she felt Harry enter her and let out small moans.
"That could be my line," Harry said with a growl.
Sirius frowned as he walked down the second floor hallway. For a few days now, his mother has been yelling at him from that portrait. But now it wasn't insults, but to get married; to find a woman and get married already. He was completely confused by the sudden change in his mother's portrait.
He didn't understand it.
"Kreacher?" Sirius blinked as he saw the house elf standing in front of Harry's room, almost as if he was standing guard.
"What are you doing outside Harry's room?" Snapping out of his mother-related thoughts, Sirius asked in confusion.
"Kreacher is watching the young master's door. Kreacher mistakenly overheard a conversation and is now keeping watch so that no one comes in and disturbs the young master."
"Young master?... No, wait a minute, what did you hear that you decided to keep watch on?" If Sirius was confused before, he was completely lost now.
Kreacher's head slowly moved and his old eyes locked onto Sirius's as he blurted out words that blew Sirius's mind.
"The young master is... making babies!"
Whatever Sirius had intended to say stopped in his choked throat.
"Oh..." Sirius was so shocked that it was all he could say for a long time. His eyes didn't move from Kreacher's, creating a rather awkward silence. The fact that Kreacher himself looked a little uncomfortable made it worse.
Kreacher jumped a little as Sirius let out a gasp.
"Is it Hermione?"
Kreacher looked at him before shaking his head.
"No... it's not Hermione. Don't tell me! Ginny?"
Another shake of his head was his response.
Sirius sighed a little before his face turned a little green at the thought of another woman inside the house, but she was too old for Harry so he opted to drop another name.
"It's... the French Chia."
Kreacher nodded.
"Oh... Oh! Hahahaha!" Sirius began to laugh hard and almost fall over as tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Hahaha! I can't believe it! Harry actually knows!"
"Oh, if James was here, he'd be laughing just like me! And Lily could just pace back and forth completely worried! Hahahaha!"
"Your nephew already has a partner, why don't you?"
Sirius jumped at that voice and looked to the side, seeing his mother in a painting in the hallway.
"How are you here? I thought you couldn't move from your portrait?"
Walburga snorted, "I can move to other portraits if I want. I didn't because I didn't want to listen to the conversations of... certain people."
"Why the sudden change?"
Walburga's eyes locked with her son's.
"I'll tell you if you can really find a good woman," Walburga replied before walking out of that portrait, leaving Sirius with a frown before shaking his head.
"Sirius! Sirius!"
"And now?" Sirius looked ahead, seeing Tonks running up the stairs.
"What's wrong?"
"You're free! You're free, Sirius!"
"What do you say now?"
Tonks ran up to him and stopped before showing the front page of the newspaper. Sirius blinked and read the headline: "Sirius Black innocent! Peter Pettigrew alive and true culprit!"
"Is this... really true?" Sirius asked, unable to believe that the newspaper actually said those words.
"It's true!" Tonks smiled. "They found the rat and questioned him under Veritaserum. Your charges will be dropped this afternoon. Tomorrow you can be free, Sirius!"
Sirius stepped forward and hugged Tonks tightly.
"I'm free... I really am free."
"Yeah... you can go out without worry now. I'm sure Harry will be thrilled to have his godfather free and with him."
"I'm not so sure," Sirius smiled as he stepped back. He raised his hand and jerked a thumb at the door.
"Harry's busy with a certain French girl."
"Huh?" Tonks looked at the door, confused for a long moment before her eyes widened and nearly popped out.
"Oh... Oh!..."
"Yeah, that was my reaction," Sirius smiled before taking Tonks' shoulder and turning her toward the stairs.
"Let's celebrate this, Tonks. Harry can join us later."
"Yeah... I wonder Bill's reaction though."
"Too bad for him," Sirius shrugged.
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