Play Date - Fleur Part 2

Fleur had been right. The kids had a sixth sense regarding them getting alone time. Three days. It had been three days. Harry couldn't be mad at the kids. Teddy had a nightmare and needed some extra cuddles. Victorie took a tumble, scratching up her chin. Healing it was easy, but she was traumatized which meant she had to stay close for comfort.

Harry hoped that she didn't regret what had happened. They shared a few longing looks and shy smiles, but there wasn't enough privacy for anything more. For once, Bill had been able to talk to them every night. Victorie, with her limited vocabulary, had told Teddy all the stories her dad had shared.

"Da." Teddy said as he approached.

The little guy walked with a purpose. Well, as much as he could manage on his little legs. Harry couldn't help but smile. He knelt down to eye-level.

"Yes, Teddy?" Harry asked.

"Vic stay here, please." Teddy said.

"Ask Auntie Fleur." Harry motioned to the woman as he spoke. "If she says yes, then I say yes."

Teddy nodded. A look of determination flared behind his little eyes. He stumbled a few feet away from Fleur, practically face-planting on the floor. Teddy popped back up, seemingly not even aware of his fall. Harry forced himself to stay where he was. Rushing over to check on Teddy would only make the situation worse than it actually was. If he wasn't crying, then things would be fine.

Harry watched as Teddy spoke to Fleur. She smiled and nodded. Teddy rushed back to Victorie to share the good news. Fleur smiled warmly as she watched him go. She looked to Harry, the warmth in her gaze turned to a smoldering heat.

Fleur winked at him. It sent a jolt down his spine. He cleared his throat, trying not to let her see that he was blushing. Judging by her smile, he had failed. It took a concentrated effort not to tell the kids to head to bed right now.

"What do you want for dinner?" Harry asked as he approached the kids.

"Pizza!" Teddy yelled.

"Chicken Nuggets!" Victorie yelled just as loud.

Teddy stopped. He stared intently at his friend for a long moment. Almost like the little guy was considering if he truly knew her. The underlying sense of betrayal played across his face.

"How about both?" Harry offered.

"Yay!" Teddy shouted; all of the previous internal conflict instantly banished.

Harry led them up to the skybox. He prepared a quick pizza for Teddy and chicken nuggets for Victorie. Once they were settled, he made Fleur a pheasant dish that he had learned on a trip to France. It was deceptively simple, but the spice mix had to be perfect. Over the years, he had noticed that the two Veela had a predominantly carnivorous diet.

Fleur watched him move around the room. Her gaze was intense, her breathing grew deeper. When their eyes met, he could see hers were clearly dilated. She took a deep breath, shifting her attention to the kids.

"Mama?" Victorie asked as she stood up from the table. "Storytime with daddy?"

"I'll see, ma poupette." Fleur said. She kissed the little girl on the top of the head. Taking out her mirror, she stepped away from the table. "Bill."

After a moment another voice answered.

"Fleur?" Bill Weasley asked from the mirror. "You're early."

"We're staying the night at Harry's." Fleur explained casually. "Victorie would like storytime before bed."

"I'm sorry." Bill sighed. "I can't tonight. We broke through to a new chamber. I don't think any of my team will get much sleep tonight."

Fleur nodded. "Will you say goodnight?"

"Sure." Bill replied.

"Victorie." Fleur bent down to hold the mirror to her daughter.

Harry had to stop to admire the glorious cleavage. A quick look up at him let him know she was doing it on purpose.

"Daddy? Story?" The little girl asked.

"I can't tonight, Torie." Bill answered. "I love you. Goodnight."

Victorie pouted. "Goodnight."

She stomped off back toward Teddy. Harry was shocked when instead of going to her friend, she came up to him. Victorie held out her arms in the universal sign for 'pick me up' that all kids knew. He scooped her up and gave her a hug. She snuggled against his chest for a moment.

With that complete, she wiggled out of his arms and continued over to Teddy. She had left a slight smear of ketchup on his shirt as she climbed down. Harry cast a quick cleaning charm on both of them before they slipped back into the play area. Another twenty minutes or so and they'd be practically asleep on their feet.

"Bill." Fleur turned the mirror to speak to him. "That is the third time this week."

"I know." Bill spoke softly. "This job is bigger than we thought. I don't know when I'll be home."

"You are supposed to be home next week." Fleur glared at the mirror as she spoke.

"I can't leave my team." Bill replied.

It sounded like an ongoing argument. Harry busied himself by casting cleaning charms on his shirt. At some point Teddy had managed to stick a pepperoni on the shoulder of Harry's shirt. He couldn't even remember when he had gotten close enough to reach.

"We will talk later." Fleur snapped. "Goodbye."

The image of Bill blinked out. Fleur let out a string of rapid-fire French. Harry had learned quite a bit, but he couldn't keep up with her. From what he could pick out, she was cursing up a storm. Most of it was directed at Bill and his job. He wasn't sure, but the word marriage popped up a few times. It was not said in a kind way.

She didn't look at him for a while. Instead, she concentrated on making a fresh serving of coffee. Harry winced as she practically battered the poor machine.

"Fleur." Harry spoke softly as he approached.

Fleur began to yell something at the machine in French.

"Fleur." Harry repeated, still using a soft voice.

She froze. His words finally seemed to register. Slowly, she turned to look at him. A shiver ran down his spine. Her eyes were those of a predator staring down its prey. They had taken on a golden sheen to them.

Fleur stalked over to him, moving much faster than he expected. She hooked her clawed hands under his arms and lifted him off his feet. The air whooshed by his ears as she pressed him up against the wall that had been at least twenty feet away.

She kissed him roughly, devouring his lips. Her tongue invaded his mouth. Harry barely had a chance to react. She didn't let up. His head was starting to swim from lack of air. Finally, she pulled away, turning her attention to his neck before ripping his shirt open.

"Fleur." Harry moaned.

No response. Harry gathered what little sanity he had left.

"Fleur." He filled her name with a dose of his magic.

She rocked back on her heels, letting him go in the process. Harry dropped a few inches to his feet. He didn't even realize she had been holding him off the ground. The moment of peace passed. Fleur shivered at the touch of his power. She smiled, flashing a row of sharp teeth.

"The kids." Harry said before she could attack again.

Fleur blinked. She cocked her head to the side in a very bird-like way. Harry fought back a chuckle. Slowly, the golden sheen of her eyes faded back to the icy blue. She held up her hands, watching as her claws shifted back to fingers.

"Merci, 'Arry." Fleur finally said. "If you had not interrupted me, I would not have stopped."

Harry shivered. She hadn't called him 'Arry in years. Her accent was muted these days, her pronunciation practically perfect.

"Trust me." Harry smiled at her. "It was a struggle."

Fleur pouted.

"What brought that on?" Harry asked.

"Bill." Fleur practically spit out the name. "Not just him. The emotion. It is hard to control that part of myself when I get passionate." She sighed. "And you are teasing all the instincts for a proper mate."

"How?" Harry said the word slowly, drawing it out.

"You provided food for our little ones. You served them, and me before your own. Victorie even knows you are safe for comfort." Fleur held his gaze as she spoke. "Every part of my instincts are telling me to claim you as my mate."

"Oh." Harry said. He mentally slapped himself. Articulate as ever.

Before they could say anymore the kids returned.

"Momma." Victorie swayed as she spoke to Fleur. "Sleep here, please?"

"We are staying the night." Fleur assured the little girl.

"No." She grumped. "Here." She pointed to the room below.

"You want to sleep in the playroom?" Fleur asked.

Teddy and Victorie nodded. Fleur looked over to Harry.

"I can put up some tents." Harry offered.

"No." Victorie whined. "Here."

"Not a magical tent." Harry knelt down to speak to her eye-to-eye. "I can show you."

Victorie studied him for a long moment. Her mouth pressed into a thin line. She stole a glance over to Teddy. Her friend gave a happy smile.

"Da has good tent." Teddy nodded.

"Ok." Victorie didn't sound convinced.

Harry led the group back into the room. He found a good spot near the castle grounds that had been charmed to feel like grass. A quick summoning charm brought a stack of blankets, some pillows, a couple of sleeping bags, and a few sticks. Harry assembled a frame, using magic to fortify the hold, before draping a blanket over to create a simple A-Frame tent. He spread out another thick blanket on the ground before setting two sleeping bags side-by-side.

"Ta-da." Harry said as he stepped back to show Victorie.

The little girl squeed and clapped.

"Good tent." Teddy climbed into his sleeping bag as he spoke.

"Momma, sleep here?" Victorie asked. Her big blue eyes were deadly.

"Yes." Fleur said with a smile.

A bit of wand work and Fleur had set up another tent to share with Harry. It was more complex than the A-Frame. Her construction was basically a yurt. She gave Harry a sly wink.

"Show off." Harry chuckled.

"Time for bed, ma poupette." Fleur spoke soft and sweet.

The sound of Teddy snoring interrupted before Victorie could argue. Harry chuckled. He quietly walked over to his godson and cast a few charms on him. One to clean his teeth, another to clean him in general, and the last to change him into some PJs.

"This happens a lot." Harry said to Fleur.

Victorie shuffled over to the tent. She crawled inside and was out before her sleeping bag had been zipped up. Harry repeated the process. Her clothes were swapped for another set of Teddy's PJs. They hadn't prepared for a sleepover.

He turned to see Fleur standing at the entry to her tent completely nude. His breath caught in his throat. Her body was fit, her breasts wonderfully sized, and her skin practically glowed under the false stars. Fleur raised a hand, beckoning him to follow her. He watched as she turned around and disappeared into the tent. She had an amazing ass.

Fleur led him to the center of the space. She had transfigured the leftover blankets and sticks into a bed. Her hands expertly undressed him once. He was completely nude, including his socks and shoes somehow, before he made it to the bed.

"This is our true first time." She whispered, nibbling his ear. "There will be many more."

Her kiss sent shocks of pleasure racing along his nerves. She began to stroke him to hardness, one hand working his shaft while the other teased his crown. Harry tried to reach out to touch her. Fleur moaned as he began to caress her skin.

"So hard for me, already?" Fleur cooed. "I have been wanting you too, 'Arry."

"I was worried that you-"

His mind went blank as her tongue flashed out, licking her cock from top to bottom in a quick motion.

"You taste so good." Fleur's eyes flashed gold for a moment.

Fleur pressed him flat on his back. She climbed up onto his lap. Their eyes locked eyes as she lowered herself onto his hardness.

"This." She began to rock her hips. "This is what I need."

She braced herself on his chest and began to bounce. Harry gripped her hips, pressing into her as she dropped low. Fleur moaned, speeding up. Her eyes flashed gold when he hit deep. The hands braced against his chest sprouted claws.

Harry rolled them over, putting her on the bottom. Fleur's mouth opened to scream. He kissed her hard as he added more power to his hips. Her sharp teeth grazed against his tongue.

He leaned back, pressing her legs together, and tossing them over one of his shoulders. Lifting her up, he began to slam his aching cock with in a feral speed.

"Mate." She growled out. "Breed."

Harry pounded into her, reaching as deep as he could. Fleur covered her mouth with her clawed hands. Her muffled screams mingled with the sharp slap of their bodies. A jolt of pure pleasure rocketed through his body as she clamped down on his cock. It was too tight, he couldn't move, but her pussy massaged him.

Every muscle in his body tightened as the first shot of cum let loose. Each pulse after was accompanied by another full-body flex. It was as if every single muscle in his body was trying to pump his seed as deeply as he could.

Fleur moaned underneath him. The sounds reminded him of the morning birdsong. Eventually, she released him. Harry fell on the bed beside her. Fleur tossed a leg over him, pulling him closer. The last thing he saw before sleep took him was her licking his seed of a clawed finger.

"Da." Teddy grouched.

Harry started to wake up. The situation at hand rushed into his mind. He sprang upright, clutching his blanket across his lower half.

"Teddy." Harry said quickly. "Um… I can explain. You see, Auntie Fleur…"

"Vic outside with momma." Teddy interrupted. "Da scramble eggs?"

Harry found his glasses. The interior of the tent was different than he remembered. There were two bed, one on each side rather than just a single in the middle. Fleur must have done it after he had fallen asleep.

It was a bit embarrassing. He didn't usually pass out after sex, but then he didn't usually have full body orgasms. Harry stood, wrapping the blanket around him.

"Yeah." Harry smiled at Teddy. "Eggs I can do."

"Yay!" Teddy ran out of the tent without a look back.

Harry found his clothes, well his pants and what remained of his shirt, in the middle of the tent. He would have thought it a dream if not for the lingering scent of sex. A quick mending spell got his shirt in decent enough condition.

He stepped out to see Victorie holding a mirror and talking excitedly. Fleur stood nearby with a fake smile on her face. She turned to watch him approach. Her expression changed from desire, hunger, and then worry.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Harry!" Bill's voice came from the mirror. "Unlock the door!"

"What?" Harry asked.

"Bill came home early for a surprise." Fleur explained through a false smile. "He couldn't talk last night because he was waiting for the port key. He's waiting at the door."

Harry stared at her for a long, pregnant moment. "Oh."