With her eyes suddenly welling with tears, she let out a quiet sob before she dived at him and started to snog him senseless.
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When they came out of her room about an hour later, only Daphne was in the living room. She appeared to be working on assignments.
She gave them a curious look before she glanced at Harry's door and back. "But, I thought―"
"I met Fleur's needs last night," said Harry. "I needed to reaffirm my love for Hermione this morning."
"Ah!" she quietly said.
"I take it Fleur has not risen yet, this morning?" he asked.
Daphne shook her head and replied, "Not yet. I was expecting you and her to come out of your door, together."
"No," he replied. "I believe she returned to her own room to sleep."
"Well, you've missed breakfast in the Great Hall," she said. "Shall I ask Dobby to cook―"
With a silent flash of elf apparation, Dobby popped in and said, "Dobby already be makings brekky. It be ready in ten minutes." And just as silently popped away again.
"He's getting better at that," said Hermione.
When Dobby announced breakfast was ready, Daphne walked over to Fleur's door, knocked and stuck her head inside. A moment later, she pulled her head out and said to Harry and Hermione, "She'll be ready in about ten minutes." Then she stepped fully within and closed the door behind her.
"She must've woken her," said Hermione, as she and Harry headed for the dining room.
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When Fleur joined them about twenty five minutes later, she walked in as if she was floating on clouds. She looked... serene.
Hermione snickered and said, "If I looked like that yesterday morning, it's no wonder you and Daphne said I had that well-shagged look."
Fleur ignored the comment and gracefully sat down. She readied her plate and napkin in her lap. Then, while still looking at the table before her, she quietly but firmly said, "You, Miss Hermione Granger, are one very... very... lucky young witch."
Hermione blushed, but continued to look to Fleur. "I know," she quietly said back.
When Fleur finally looked back, she firmly said, "No one, but us three girls in 'ere, are to ever know just 'ow good 'Arry is in bed. If the Veela enclaves ever learn 'ow good 'e is, they will try to kidnap 'im for themselves."
That comment surprised Hermione. Harry was just blushing at the praise.
"I know he made my first time a very wonderful time... and my second... and my third... and, well, you know what I mean," she said. "But, is he really that good?"
"Hey!" Harry indignantly exclaimed.
Staring intently at Fleur, Hermione ignored him.
Fleur only flicked her eyes to him for a bare fraction of a second before she turned to look back at Hermione. "Simply put? Yes."
The conviction in the young Veela's voice left no doubt she believed it.
As Fleur built her breakfast, Daphne walked in and sat at the table. But she only took a cup of tea.
"I ate earlier," she said, by way of explanation. "Besides, it's pretty much time for morning tea, anyway."
Fleur was deep in thought for a long moment before she said, "Part of a young Veela's transition into adulthood includes what is known as Le Rituel de la Demoiselle, The Young Lady's Ritual. It is their first time to 'ave sex; full sex.
"As Daphne and 'Ermione already know, that time for me was about two years ago; days after my sixteenth birthday.
"For this time, the Veela enclaves 'ave young trained wizards, who are paid very 'andsomely, to make a young Veela's first time as pleasant as possible. Their task is to 'elp the young Veela reach le petit mort, orgasm, at least once; more is better. This is to unlock the full powers of a Veela.
"Mine was successful, as they should be, in that I reached le petit mort. I thought it was wonderful.
"'Owevair," she paused. "Last night... what I felt made what I felt that first night feel as if it was a... pale imitation.
"Mes dieux!" she softly exclaimed. "Not even moi maman must evair learn of zis!"
Daphne had stopped what she was doing. She held her teacup partway to her mouth and was staring at Fleur in shock. Hermione was focused on the other girl, quite intently; while Harry couldn't make up his mind whether he was embarrassed out of his gourd or feeling excessively proud.
Fleur then set down her cutlery and flipped her hand out and palm up. A bare moment later there appeared a ball of purplish-blue fire, about six inches in size, burning just off her hand as if cupped by it. "Passion fire," she explained. "It is a power of the Veela. After Le Rituel, we can call it at will and use it to defend ourselves or attack others. Until last night I could create a ball of passion fire about two inches in diameter. That was it. Not now, though.
Closing her hand into a fist and extinguishing the fire at the same time, she then lowered her hand back to her cutlery. And turned to Harry.
"Thank you, 'Arry," she firmly said. "I do not know what it means for my spell casting, but I believe I shall see just as much of an improvement there.
"And," she said. "Though it... Even though I wish I could state otherwise, I do not believe we will 'ave to repeat last night for quite some time to come. The life debt was well and truly... sated for the time being. Again, thank you."
When it was obvious she was finished explaining, as she picked her cutlery back up and began eating, Hermione whispered, "Wow!"
That broke Daphne out of her shock and, instead of finishing raising the cup to her lips and taking a sip, she carefully set it back down on her saucer. "Yeah. Wow!" she quietly said.
Harry was madly blushing away and trying to use willpower alone to squash it down.
He never noticed both Hermione and Daphne turn calculating eyes on him, as he really didn't want to look at anyone, just then, but his plate.
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The 'Potters' finally put in an appearance out of their apartment just before lunch and joined the Longbottoms in the trek down to the Great Hall.
"Trouble in paradise?" asked Neville, quietly.
Harry knew he asked out of concern and not because he was being nosy. "No," he smiled. "Part of it was helping Fleur. You know what that means, don't you?"
Neville blushed, but nodded. "She's alright now, though; right?"
"Yes," he replied. "And, hopefully, for a while to come."
During lunch Harry was passed a note from Alicia Spinnet requesting a meeting with him, her and Angelina Johnson in the same antechamber they met last time.
Harry frowned and thought about it before he abruptly said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Rising and, as he headed out the door and over to the antechamber, he gave a nod to the three chasers as he walked past their part of the Gryffindor table.
Entering the room, he only had to wait a minute before Spinnet and Johnson entered, together.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We know you have no desire to rejoin the Lions," said Spinnet. "We're not asking you to."
Calming a bit he asked, "Then, what?"
"We took on the Weas... Ginny Weasley as our seeker, as you suggested," she explained. "And, she's as good as you alluded. However, she doesn't have a decent broom to do the role justice."
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