"Very," she smiled. "Never fear; I have no problem with this, Harry."
When he still appeared hesitant, she said, "Harry; you have my permission, without judgement, to have sexual intercourse with Fleur. Does that make you feel better?"
"I..." he began. He turned to Fleur and could see the hope and, yes, even the pain in her eyes. "The urge is getting bad, isn't it?"
She just nodded back, not breaking eye contact with him
"Alright," he sighed. And could see all three girls also seemed relieved. "When?"
"The sooner the better," she said. "Please."
"Alright," he said, a little firmer this time. "Do you... want to go up to the Room of Requirement?"
"Non," she replied. "I would like you to go into your room, 'ere. And I will join you in about thirty minutes."
"Here?" he asked. "Won't you be... embarrassed Hermione and Daphne will be so close?"
She smiled and said, "'Arry, I am Veela. We are sexual beings. Sex is not something we are either embarrassed or ashamed about.
"'Owever, if it would make you feel better and less embarrassed―"
"No," he quickly replied. "I'm alright. But, someone's going to need to put up a silencing ward."
She smiled and said, "If you think you are going to need it."
"Not me," he declared, a little proudly. "But, from Hermione's reactions last night and this morning, you might find you might want them."
As she laughed and Daphne grinned, but blushed a little, Hermione whacked him on the arm. "Don't say that," she giggled.
It was that giggle that told him Hermione really was alright with this.
"Alright," he said. "I'll go wait in my room."
Just before he rose, he kissed Hermione on the cheek. Then, without a backward glance, walked into his room and shut the door.
As soon as the door closed, Hermione said, "Oh, Gods; this is hard."
A very much relieved Fleur leaned across the gap left by Harry leaving, ran her hand down the cheek of Hermione, and said, "Thank you for being so understanding."
Hermione nodded back, but still looked down.
"Come," said Fleur. "I need to get ready. And it would 'elp if you assisted me." Then she turned to Daphne and said, "You, too, if you would not mind."
"Is this like the ceremony we did the other day?" asked Hermione.
"Somewhat," said Fleur. "It's more of a bonding exercise for us three girls in preparation for what is to come. Though I tried to make light of it for 'Arry's sake, this is still a... big thing... for a woman; no?"
As Fleur rose, so too did Hermione and Daphne. They headed for and entered Fleur's room.
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Rather than thirty minutes, it was only not long after twenty minutes before there was a knock on Harry's door.
Giving his throat a little clear, he called, "Come in."
Rather than stripping off and laying on the bed, waiting. Harry had brushed his teeth and cleaned himself up a little, but that was about it.
For the rest of the time, he was walking around his room, almost pacing, out of nervousness.
When the door opened and Fleur walked in, he could see was again wearing the chiton. But, this time she was barefoot. That her neck was bare also showed the choker; with the metal Potter crest pendant glinting in the candle light.
Taking a closer look, he could see her hair had also been let down and had been well brushed, so it shined. However, she wore no make-up and no other jewellery other than the choker. Actually, it was clear, yet again due to the wispiness of the translucent fabric, all she was wearing was the chiton and the ribbon.
As she smiled and closed the door, she said, "I would 'ave thought you'd 'ave already been undressed."
"No," he said. "Because, I first wanted to give you the option of backing out."
Her smile widened a little and she asked, "Why would I do that? I want this."
"That's the magical imperative―" he began.
"Not true," she firmly cut in. "Daphne is correct in that you are both a very attractive and very powerful young man. My Veela 'eritage, not the part about the life debt, urges me to mate with you."
"You're quarter Veela―" he tried.
"Non, 'Arry," she said. "There is no such thing as anything but a full Veela. I used the excuse of a quarter Veela to protect myself from unwanted advances.
"Think about it," she suggested. "There are no male Veela. So, where do full Veela come from?"
He gave another frown of annoyance and said, "I really do need to read that book. If I'd known there were no male Veela, I'd have figured out you couldn't be a quarter Veela pretty quick."
As they talked, Fleur had moved over to the bed and was pulling the comforter down and over the foot-board. She left just enough upon the foot of the bed so one or the other of them could reach down and pull it back up later.
Once she'd done that she walked over to Harry and asked, "May I undress you? Please, let me. It helps me show... sub-ser-vience."
"It's important?" he asked.
"Yes," she simply replied.
"Very well," he replied right back.
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