The next morning and well after breakfast, both Fleur and Daphne were in the living room, clearly talking and working on assignments at the time - or, rather, Daphne was working on assignments with Fleur providing advice and assistance; just as she'd been doing for all three since she arrived - when Harry and Hermione walked in the door wearing goofy grins.
Both other girls took one look at the two of them as they walked in and burst into laughter.
"Your faces!" laughed Daphne.
Fleur managed to get her own sudden mirth under control first, but was still grinning when she said, "Eef you do not want people to know what you two 'ave been up to, I strongly suggest you do not go out into zee public areas of the castle for a while."
"We had Dobby pop us into the hallway outside," explained Hermione.
Harry added, "Yeah, we didn't want us suddenly popping into here to startle you."
When Harry and Hermione turned to each other to see what had made the two laugh so much, even they could see what the problem was.
Hermione said, "Errr... Harry. You, at least, have an expression of the 'well-shagged' on your face."
He gave a little snort of amusement and said, "As do you, Hermione. I like seeing it, though. It means I satisfied your needs."
"Satisfied!?" she scoffed. "Harry, I wasn't kidding when I said you earned an 'O Plus'. And that was before... you know." And blushed.
"Wait!" said Daphne, clearly having overheard them. Her eyes were sparkling and she had that look of glee on her face. "You say he earned an 'O Plus', but that wasn't the end of it?"
"Errr... no," she blushed. "That was just... round one."
"Of how many?" asked Fleur, clearly happy for the pair of them.
Harry cut in and demanded in an almost whining tone, "Can we not discuss this as if it was a NEWT exam on Harry's abilities, please?"
"Alright, 'Arry," said Fleur, more calmly. "We won't talk about this in front of you."
"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hang on... wait. That means you're going to talk about it between you, right?"
"'Girl talk', Harry," said Daphne. "Do you really want us to answer that question?"
"Errr... no," he finally and firmly admitted. "Just... not in front of me, or discussed about with me, alright?"
"Of course not, Harry," said Hermione. "It wouldn't be 'girl talk' if we did that."
With a sigh he said, "Well, I'm going to go get changed so I'm not wearing the same clothes I was wearing last night; just in case we were seen." And immediately went over to and entered his bedroom.
"In other words," said Fleur. "'E said, 'I'm giving you this excuse so I can run and 'ide in my room for a while'."
"Now that he's out of the way for a few minutes," said Daphne, leaning forward as Hermione made her way to a seat on one of the sofas. "How was it?"
Hermione immediately grinned and her face took on a slightly not-there and happy at the moment expression. Then she sighed. "Much, much better than I could have imagined."
Coming back to herself she said, "Fleur was right. Do not take WP, first; but, do take Prima Nocte. Once he knows you're alright from... entering... Harry holds nothing back. Once I was both used to it and knew what was going to happen, I lost count of the number of... well, you know." And blushed again.
Fleur asked, "As you're his betrothed, Hermione; How soon can I―?"
"We talked about that between... errr... sessions," she replied. "He doesn't like the fact you're in distress. And he knows you are.
"However, he still firmly believes this is not something you truly want. So, I suggest you need to be a little firm with him and... if you must, beg him to take you to the room.
"You may need to impress upon him how much distress you're currently in and, while you appreciate he believes you're unwilling, you're really not. It may also help if you tell him you're not a virgin and why. That way, he doesn't believe he's taking something precious from you."
Surprised, Fleur asked, "'E believes I'm a virgin?"
"Yes," she replied. "Let's face it, it's not a subject you've brought up around him; only with us girls."
Fleur frowned slightly in concentration before she said, "No. You're right. We 'aven't. But, I thought 'e would know I couldn't be."
Hermione slowly shook her head and said, "As I said, sexuality is not something with which Harry is comfortable. He won't willingly discuss it. Such a discussion needs to be forced on him, but not too much. As I've mentioned before, he'll close off to you if you try."
Before the conversation could go on further, Harry came out, checked to ensure they weren't in the middle of talking about him and came further out rubbing his hands together. "Well," he said. "I've just been told something rude by my mirror, which leads me to believe going down to the Great Hall for lunch is a bad idea. So, I think I'll be cooking us a lunch for today. What say―"
That was far as he got before Dobby popped in and quickly said, "Dobby already be cookings, Master Harry. You be needings to relax." And popped away before Harry could retort.
"Dammit!" he loudly exclaimed.
That had the three girls immediately burst into laughter again.
Mock-frowning at the girls, he suddenly had a bright idea and his faced broke into shocked happiness. "I know! I'm going for a fly!"
"That's... actually a very good idea, Harry," said Hermione. "It won't matter what people see on your face, then. Everyone knows you love to fly."
With a grin and sparkling in his eyes, Harry ran back into his room and, moments later, came out carrying his Firebolt.
He quickly went over to the sofas, kissed Hermione on the cheek, hesitated, then went over and kissed both Daphne and Fleur on the cheek.
"Back soon!" he called, as he practically ran out the room.
"Well!" laughed Daphne. "After what you two apparently got up to last night―"
"And this morning... twice," grinned Hermione.
With a glance that showed she was impressed, Daphne continued, "And he still has the energy to run out of here to go for a fly?"
"We only stopped because I was worried I wouldn't be able to walk if we didn't," admitted Hermione.
"Mes dieux," exclaimed Fleur. "That's it. Some way, some 'ow, I'll be riding Harry's broom, myself, before this weekend is ovair."
"That exercise we've been doing in the Room of Requirement is really paying off," said Daphne.
"Oui!" said Fleur. She had bought her own exercise clothes during that day of shopping in the Alley. And had since been joining them.
However, for Fleur with her Veela heritage, it would change very little of anything regarding her looks. It should, though, improve her cardiovascular, making her internally fitter.
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