Hermione seemed to think for a while before she asked, "Do we have anything planned for next weekend?"
"No," he immediately replied, then added, "Other than cooking on Saturday night and completing assignments." Snapping his head around to look at Fleur, he asked, "Which reminds me; when will we see your tutors?"
"When Papa organises them and lets me know," she calmly replied.
Hermione asked, "You're not worried it's going to take time? You're in your final months of your final year."
"'Iring the best should take time, 'Ermione," she returned. "I can delay taking my NEWTs, if I need to."
That had Hermione thinking for a bit before she returned to why she was asking about the forthcoming weekend.
"I want you to keep this weekend as free as possible, Harry," she firmly said.
"Because, between now and then, I want you to consider the idea of having sex with me then," she replied.
He looked at her in shocked surprise.
"I'm pretty sure I'm going to be ready by then," she smiled. "I hope you will be, too."
"I..." he tried. "I... will give it much thought," he said.
"Thank you," she smiled.
Fleur just smiled as well. At a later time, she'd talk to Hermione during a 'girl talk' session about what potions could aid her on her 'night'.
It was not too much later that the three went to bed. It had been an emotional evening and classes restarted for a new week the next morning.
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Fleur was not starting any classes or tutoring sessions, the next morning. However, she still dressed in her new Hogwarts Ravenclaw robes and joined them for breakfast.
Today, they decided to sit at the Gryffindor table to break their fasts.
Harry was very happy to see that Daphne had recovered from her breakdown of the previous evening and was actually showing, even now, she was both happy and relaxed. She was sitting on Harry's left with Fleur on his right and Hermione on Fleur's right as the four sat opposite the three Longbottoms and Tracey.
He was also very thankful no Gryffindor even batted an eye at how two Slytherin Fourth Years were sitting at 'their' table. He did not want that sort of bigotry in front of Fleur, just yet, if he could help it. She was, as with he and his, still new to their new dynamic and her new 'station' in life.
However, before he could breath a sigh of relief, one of the older Ravenclaw males approached. "Miss Delacar―" he said.
"It's Miss Delacour," she replied. "What can I do for you, Mister―"
"Miss Delacour," he said, with a slight bob of his head at the correction. "I am Roger Davies, the new Sixth Year Prefect for Ravenclaw. I have come over to inform you Ravenclaw students are expected to dine together for―"
Harry gave a loud snort of amusement.
Davies frowned at him and asked, "Something I said amuses you, Potter?"
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the boy, set down his cutlery and sat back before affixing the boy with a stare.
"Yes, dead man walking, you did say something that amused me; multiple somethings, actually," replied Harry. "Then you said something that pissed me off. Think about how you just addressed me with disrespect and you may just be in time to apologise and save yourself a very quick and probably unwilling trip to the Infirmary and medi-wizard Robinson's skilled care."
Davies frowned before Harry saw he got it and stood up with an almost sneer on his face. "I am a Prefect, Potter."
"And you're also an idiot," Harry shot straight back.
"What... is going on here?" asked Professor Sinistra in an annoyed voice. She had just come down to find out what was going on.
Davies whirled on her and replied, "I have come over to inform Miss Delacour that we Ravenclaws all dine together for meals, Professor."
"Keep going!" said Harry. "Tell her the rest of where you completely shoved your foot into your mouth."
Davies scowled at Harry a moment before returning to the Professor. He continued, "Potter seems to think something I said was amusing and, when I asked him to explain, threatened me."
Turning to Harry, she asked, "Mis... no, Lord Po... oh, crap," she said before she raised her off hand to pinch the bridge of her nose and sigh. It was a gesture very similar to the one Madam Bones often used.
"I see you've just recognised one of Mister Davies's errors and why I told him I was on the verge of creating a situation where he'd be in the Infirmary, with great alacrity and under medi-wizard Robinson's care, Professor.
"His first error was believing he had any right to practically order... my bonded... Miss Delacour, to sit at the Ravenclaw table for meals. His second error was to act in complete defiance of the school rules, where it states students are to be encouraged to dine at other tables to promote inter-house unity within the school. His third error was referring to himself as the Sixth Year Ravenclaw Prefect, when I must assume there is a second Sixth year Ravenclaw Prefect, one who is female. His addressing me simply as 'Potter' was his fourth, fifth and sixth errors. From that you can accept he's now done that three times in less than five minutes.
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