Two weeks after the Delacour's helped Harry heal his mind…
Leaning back in a rather comfortable lounge-chair, Harry kept an eye on the littlest Delacour, so that Appoline and Adrien could go and see a matinee movie together. He was watching Gabrielle swim in their massive backyard pool, while trying to manipulate his magic in and around his body, and gently shaking his head at the girl's persistent attempts to draw him into the water…
Over the last couple of weeks, Harry had become quite tan in the sun of Southern France, but that didn't mean that he'd just been sitting around all day doing nothing. He'd continued his daily rituals of running the obstacle course, dueling with Lupin, weight-lifting, magic manipulation and Mindscape-meditation, altogether making this summer the most dramatic and rewarding period of time in his whole entire life.
Speaking of dramatic…
Harry was six foot tall… for the moment… Gods only knew how tall he 'd be tomorrow… He was smack dab in the middle of an extraordinarily dramatic growth spurt, and was developing the kind of body he'd only ever dreamed of having in the past.
A body he was making the most of by trying his hand at a ton of different things…
Over the last couple of weeks and mostly at Appoline's urging, Harry learned how to ride a horse and a bicycle as well as how to dance (and yet the woman still wasn't satisfied)… Appoline also wanted to teach him how to play tennis and golf, how to skate, how to ski, and how to play the piano. She claimed that his long, nimble seeker fingers would be perfect for the instrument.
At the very least, learning the piano would probably have to wait a little while longer, as Harry had like a quarter million other things to focus his attention on at the moment, but that reality was kinda tough for him to deal with because he didn't like letting Appoline down…
One thing that Harry definitely hadn't done yet is go swimming with Gabrielle. He'd been avoiding it even though the Delacour parents had quietly explained to the little girl that he had many, many scars. He knew for a fact that they'd brought the mini Veela up to speed because Gabby immediately ran up to him and assured him that he was beautiful to her and not to worry...
Even just remembering that, Harry smiled down at the innocent little girl bouncing back and forth in the water because "d'aww that's cute."
Yeah, Harry was feeling pretty at home at the Delacour household these days. He came over every single day to learn more about manipulating his magic with Appoline, but afterwards, he usually stuck around for two or three more hours, learning how to hobby, and or trying to finally relax his incredibly overstimulated body.
I almost never worked…
Beyond the fact that Harry's (in a state of flux and magically supercharged) body did NOT want to sit still, he rarely ever managed to just laze around the Delacour manse doing nothing, because to do so would make him feel lazy in comparison to someone else.
Fleur Delacour was moving like a bat out of hell…
In the two weeks since Fleur joined Harry in his Mindscape, the two of them had hardly ever spoken to each other, which Harry wasn't taking the least bit personally because Fleur Delacour was currently a very, very, VERY busy woman. On a daily basis, she was taking part in a never ending series of full contact duels, spell diversity puzzles, magical core strengthening drills, and high speed Transfiguration sessions, that had Harry shaking his head in wonder.
Unfortunately… or fortunately (Harry couldn't make up his mind which), the main reason why Harry knew just how hard Fleur was working and what exactly she was working on was because his magic was following her around like a ghostly cheering section... Of course, Harry would never admit as much to Fleur, as he already knew that she'd be completely incensed with him if he did, but over the last couple of weeks, his magic had taught him how to perform over three dozen useful spells simply by observing her in action.
And yes, Harry was well-aware that his magic was invading Fleur's privacy in a really big way, but there wasn't much that he could really do about it. His magic was determined to find different ways of affecting the world, and it wasn't cooperating when he told it to back off.
It was also informing him that he was about to have company…
"Just sitting around being lazy, 'Arry?"
After turning around in his seat in response to the beautiful feminine voice, Harry's eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers, and his body temperature started skyrocketing... Fleur Delacour stood just outside the back entrance to her house, in all of her skintight, royal blue, competitive swimsuit wearing glory...
Deep within Harry's mind, a nuclear explosion of powerful arousal suddenly detonated, incinerating its surroundings in the flames of white-hot sexual desire (figuratively speaking)… On the outside, Harry merely released a tiny little urk noise, before his face grew warm with the beginnings of a blush. His Mind-Occlusions prevented his body from doing more, by helping him contain and regulate his more powerful emotions.
It was a new skill… It was a close call… and it was a level of self-control Harry was grateful to have just a single moment later...
After gliding up to Harry's side, Fleur carefully, noticeably, scrutinized the current state of his face, his eyes, and then his body, at which point a look of unconcealed satisfaction grew across her far too gorgeous face… It appeared the woman did actually desire that he be attracted to her, just not 'too' attracted to her.
Yeap… As per the norm, Fleur Delacour was being an exceptionally fussy young woman.
Or maybe Harry was the one being a little bit unfair.
It wasn't as if Harry couldn't understand Fleur's standards… Feeling desirable to the opposite sex is a positive thing for absolutely everyone, both men and women, and that included Fleur… On the other hand, being truly irresistible to a dangerous extent… is not… What Fleur wanted from him really wasn't all that complicated to figure out, and it also shouldn't be impossible to pull off.
At least in theory…
In practice… The woman's current attire was doing terrible things to Harry's body…
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