Play Date - Chapter 5 - The End

It had been seven days since Gabrielle visited with Victoire. No one had come to visit, or even called. Harry had to ask Andi to take Teddy for a few days to stop the little guy from moping. The plan was perfect, except it left Harry alone with his thoughts.

He had caught up on his Lordship paperwork. It was boring and monotonous, but it had to get done. The sheer number of sneaky things slipped in innocuous documents was alarming. It made him glad that he hadn't become an Auror and also made moving to Canada a lot more appealing. Even the so-called 'Light' members of the Mot had some questionable practices. Harry wondered how many squibs there were out in the world that held claim to 'ancient and noble' houses without even knowing.

For now, it was just him and a nice cup of coffee. He had been working on making it better. Fleur constantly sung the praises of a proper French Roast and he was going to achieve it.

Someone knocked at the door. Harry paused, mid-sip. It hadn't come from the Network Door. Whoever it was had used the front door to Potter Manor. He could not remember the last time that had happened. Hardly anyone knew where Potter Manor was located, and only a couple of them were allowed access to the wards.

Harry put the cup of coffee down. He grabbed his wand, placing it in his off-hand as he approached the door. Harry pulled the door open. His wand was tucked just out of sight, lined up with the opening just in case it was needed.

Fleur stood outside. She blushed at him and gave a little wave. Harry let out a deep breath. He drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a silver sundress that swirled around her legs. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders. The smile on her face was fragile.

"May I come in?" She asked softly.

"Of course." Harry replied stepping aside to allow her passage. "Victoire?"

"She is with my mother." Fleur spoke once the door was closed. "Teddy?"

"He's with Andi." Harry replied.

Fleur nodded. "I'm sorry I have not visited sooner."

"I didn't sleep with Gabrielle." Harry said before he could stop himself.

Fleur laughed. "I know. She tried to make me think you did."

"I will believe that." Harry said with a smile. "Would you like some coffee? I just made some."

Fleur sniffed. "It smells almost like coffee."

"My Veela wasn't on hand, so I had to make it myself." Harry quipped.

"Your Veela?" Fleur asked.

Harry stumbled a step. He looked at her, trying to gauge her feelings.

"We should talk." Fleur said with a sigh.

Harry tried not to flinch. That did not sound good. He led her over to the former study that had been converted to a relaxed dining room. He pulled out her chair across from where he had been sitting previously.

"Gabrielle came back from her visit with the intent on angering me." Fleur said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a sip before adding anything. "You are improving."

"Thank you." Harry replied with a smile. "How did she do that?"

"The shirt you gave to Victoire to cuddle." Fleur answered. "She rubbed it against herself to spread your scent on her. It made it smell like you two had been intimate."

Harry chuckled.

"It was not funny." Fleur glared weakly at him. "Mother was there to keep us from tearing each other apart. There were claws involved."

"Oh." Harry stopped laughing.

"We spoke." Fleur continued. "It made me realize something that I had not allowed myself to admit."

Harry looked up at her.

"I love you, Harry Potter." She said with a bright smile. "I am yours. I want to have your babies." She placed a hand on her lower belly. "I am going to have your baby."

Harry's face went through a myriad of expressions. Guarded hope, elation, shock, confusion, and then pure joy before it went blank.

"Our baby?" Harry asked. "I'm going to be a daddy?"

Fleur nodded. Harry rushed around the table. He pulled her into a hug, pressing a deep kiss against her lips. Harry leaned back and rested a hand on her lower belly.

"What about Bill?" Harry asked after a moment.

"We are divorced." Fleur replied with a snort.

"You're getting divorced?" Harry asked.

"Non. We ARE divorced." Fleur answered. "He filed the paperwork through Gringotts the day that Gabrielle came back from her visit. He dropped it off on his way back to the work site. I told him I wanted a divorce and that we were sleeping together."

Harry blinked a few times. He titled his head to the side.

"How did that go?" Harry asked. "Are you ok?"

Fleur waved away his concern. "It was nothing. Just like the rest of that relationship."

"I'm glad it was a clean break, but what an idiot." Harry shook his head.

Fleur nodded.

"What does that mean for us?" Harry asked.

"I am afraid there is only one thing to do." She sighed dramatically. "It falls to me to make an honest man out of you. We must be wed, live together, and have many, many babies."

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Harry chuckled.

"Would you expect anything less of me?" She countered. "I am your Veela."

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Fleur rested in the soft nest of blankets in the master bedroom. Giving birth in the magical world was much easier than the mundane. It was still painful, but there were potions to help the muscles become more flexible. Couple that with aftercare salves and a new mother experienced something that felt closer to a rigorous workout session.

Harry sat nearby, cuddled up on the bed beside her. They both marveled at the newest member of their family, Lily Apolline Potter. The majority of Veela had similar facial features, nearly exactly the same body type, blue eyes, and all of them had the same near-white, blonde hair. Lining up a group from a different parts of the world would look like a family gathering. Deviation on the form was minor if any happened at all. A slightly different shape to the nose, the lips might be a little fuller, or, on rare occasions, the hair was a different shade of blonde.

Their little girl, while clearly a Veela, had iridescent black hair. Though it did lack the Potter wildness. Teddy and Victoire were on the other side of Fleur. The family was completely enraptured, as was Fleur's mother, father, and sister.

"I have come to a decision." Gabrielle announced.

The family looked at her. They waited for her to continue.

"Pregnancy would not interrupt my research and I should be finished by the time the baby comes." She said it with pure confidence.

Harry looked to Fleur. His wife sighed and shook her head.

"That's great, Gabby." Harry said. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"You are, of course." She replied.

Harry blanched. He turned to Fleur. She nodded in agreement.

"There is no one that would be worthy of my sister." She said finally. "Count yourself lucky I am not well connected among my people. There would be a flock waiting for you. A powerful wizard like you would be a treasure for generations to come."

"Is it too late to move to Canada?" Harry muttered.

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I hope you've enjoyed the story. It was fun and fluffy. Dragging it out just didn't feel right.