Play Date Part 1

AN: A short series of fun romps

Life changed after the war. Harry realized that he was going to live long enough to have an actual family. Ginny realized that she wanted to go pro, which left no time for family. That led to a split. Harry also figured out that he was done fighting. Being an auror no longer had any appeal to him. He had killed Voldermort, let someone else deal with the cleanup.

Now, his focus was on Teddy. He was almost three now and was chaos in toddler form. Luckily, he hadn't inherited Tonks' clumsiness. Otherwise, they would have spent a lot of time with the doctors. Harry was doing his best to raise him with a healthy mix of muggle and magical experiences.

Teddy didn't have a handle on his metamorph abilities yet. Right now, it was instinctual. When he woke up, he'd and saw Harry he'd, change his hair and eyes to match. When he was angry, his hair would turn red. Bright blue meant he had the zoomies, which usually happened right before bed. His hair would straighten out and hang limply around his face when it was nap time.

All in all, Harry loved being a dad. He yearned to have more.

"Da." Teddy wobbled over to him.

"Yes, Teddy?" Harry leaned forward to look him in the eyes.

"See Vic." Teddy said with a seriousness that belied his age.

"Is that how you ask?" Harry spoke in steady, gentle tones.

"See Vic please." Teddy corrected.

"Good job." Harry smiled at him. He plucked his mirror from the nearby table. "Fleur."

Mirror communication had really taken off, but it would never truly replace Owl Post. There were still things that were delivered, but nothing beat a quick mirror-call for little things. Harry was just thankful that people were beginning to embrace the type-quill. It was a quill charmed to pair with a keyboard that wrote the same as a typewriter. The old style, of course, getting electricity to mingle with magic was still a bit of an issue. It was similar enough to almost work, but different enough to cause problems. They had managed to clear up the interference though. Muggle gadgets continued to work around magic. It was brought up, by a certain bushy-haired muggle-born, that with the increase of technology, pockets of magical interference would become a security risk.

"Harry." Fleur smiled at him. "Tell Teddy we will be over in a minute."

"I'll unlock the door." Harry smiled back.

Floo travel with a child was stressful and apparating was even worse. The Doorway Network was a life saver. It was a simple setup. Each door had a specific name, like the Floo. All you had to do was say the name, open the door, and walk through. If the other side wasn't ready, or locked, you would end up in a magical waiting room.

Teddy was right beside him when he unlocked the door. Victorie was almost three, which meant they were partners in crime. Harry swore they had their own little language. It had only taken one disastrous visit for Fleur and Harry to setup wards on a playroom. Harry was one of the few people who knew that Fleur was about a month along when her and Bill were married. It didn't take a genius to figure it out, but there were just too many things going on.

Fleur was dressed in a light blue sundress that seemed to float around her even as she stood still. Victorie wore a similar dress, except hers already had grass stains along the bottom and she was barefoot that left a couple of muddy footprints. Her Veela heritage was obvious with her near-silver hair and flawless skin.

The play dates were a natural progression. Bill was constantly away on jobs leaving Fleur and Victorie alone. Harry's main focus was on Teddy, so they began to talk over the mirror, sharing stories and techniques. That led to one or the other visiting, which resulted in one of the rooms in the newly restored Potter Manor to becoming the playroom.

Having Fleur as a friend also made the Weekly Weasley dinners easier. It was still hard to see Ginny, even if they split on good terms. Things got even harder when she brought over her boyfriend the first time. Even worse when the guy turned out to be impossible to hate.

"She was chasing gnomes again." Fleur gave him a bright smile.

Victorie led the way to the playroom. Her and Teddy were quickly absorbed in an adventure. The room had originally been the ballroom, which meant that naturally, there was a huge ball-pit in the middle. It was charmed to be self-cleaning and adjustable depth. There was a mix of muggle and magical toys, a multiple play structures, a small castle, and pool section complete with a waterslide constructed to look like a small beach, complete with its own magically charmed sky. Numerous safety charms, and the watchful eye of Kip, the house elf, helped keep things from getting too crazy. Harry still had no idea how they had managed to make the ball-pit explode.

One of the best additions, in Harry's opinion, was the skybox. It was modeled after the VIP section at sports arenas. The view was elevated to keep the kids in sight, had a full kitchen, deluxe bathroom complete with size appropriate fixtures for the kids, and a separate sleeping area for nap time. The setup helped the kids feel more independent while keeping the parents close by.

Harry directed Fleur into the skybox. She strolled over to the window to watch the kids play. Harry busied himself making some coffee and a variety of snacks. Fleur had introduced him to the wonderful world of premium French coffee, and he hadn't looked back. He poured two cups, setting one out for Fleur, before joining her by the window.

"It smells good." Fleur smiled at him. Her accent was still there, but not nearly as strong.

"I'm learning." Harry took a sip. "It's still not as good as yours."

"I am Veela." She put on a mock-sneer. "More than that, I am French."

"You're a goofball." Harry chuckled.

Fleur slapped him on the shoulder. She grabbed her cup, adding a bit of cream, before joining him. He watched her take a sip. She gave him a small nod of approval.

"Victorie seems to be in a good mood." Harry said.

"We spoke with Bill last night." Fleur gave a small smile. "He told her a bedtime story of the tomb he is working on."

"Did he say when he'd be home?" Harry turned to face her.

"Next month." She sighed. "If it wasn't for these visits, I would go mad."

"I love your company, but there are other people you could see." Harry tried to soften the blow.

"Who?" Fleur scoffed. "The few friends I had in France are living their own lives. Aside from Bills family, and you, I don't know anyone I can trust enough."

Harry arced an eyebrow at her. "Your allure?"

"As a mother, my allure is muted, but still there." Fleur explained. "It will adjust once Victorie is a bit older. But, no, I worry for her sake, not my own."

"How so?" Harry asked.

"A Veela, like other witches, have random outbursts of accidental magic." Fleur sighed. "Only with a Veela it is also the allure. It is unfocused, strong, and creates chaos. Witches who encounter it experience sudden urges of jealousy and aggression. Wizards." She shook her head. "A different sort of aggression. Only family is spared."

Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer for a gentle hug. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

"You are always welcome here." Harry whispered.

He moved to kiss the top of her head. Fleur chose that moment to look up at him. Their lips met in a clumsy peck. The two froze, staring at each other. Harry dropped his cup, which magically floated over to the counter, trailing a finger along Fleur's neck, and tilting her chin. He leaned in slowly, waiting for her to tell him to stop.

Fleur met him halfway. She moaned as their lips met. They pulled away, searching from something in each other's eyes. Harry rested his forehead against her.

"If I kiss you again." Harry took a deep, calming breath. "I won't stop."

"Good." Fleur kissed him like a woman possessed.

Her hands ran through his hair. Harry groaned, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Their kisses deepened as they shuffled toward the bedroom. Harry raises his arms to help her strip off his shirt. Her fingers dragged down his freshly exposed chest.

Fleur leaned her head back, offering him her neck, as he hands dropped lower. Harry eagerly took the invitation, kissing along her pulse-line, ending each with a slight suction. She paused, gasping at the sensation. Fleur growled, focusing her attention back to his jeans. One hand stroked the hardness through the fabric while the other worked on opening the zipper.

Harry moved his hands lower, slipping it under her dress, and caressing her thighs. He found a line of fabric, and quickly tore it off of her.

Fleur gasped. She glared at him through hooded eyes. "You brute."

Harry twisted them around, laying her out on the bed. He flipped up her dress, exposing her naked lower half. Harry let out a breath as he took in the beauty before him. Her pussy was, for lack of a better word, perfect.

Fleur succeeded in getting his pants undone, pulling them roughly down to his knees. Her hand grasped him, stroking his hardness, as he settled between her legs.

"You are so beautiful." Harry whispered.

"As are you, mon amour." Fleur kissed him gently.

The kiss stoked a fire in him. A long dormant need that was beyond passion. It was a hunger, a longing, that he had ignored for the last few years.

Her grip loosened, but she continued to stroke him. She traced the veins along his length. Harry teased her clit with the pad of his thumb before sliding a finger inside of her. He worked steadily, stroking her clit before adding another.

Harry moved closer, setting his cock along her pussy. Fleur moaned as she grinded into him. He adjusted himself at her opening. They locked eyes. Fleur nodded. Harry took her hands, weaving his fingers in hers. He slowly began to feed his cock into her.

Fleur bit down on his shoulder to muffle her scream. Harry gritted his teeth, trying not to cum right then. Not only was this Fleur, but it had also been a long time since he'd had sex. Her scream drifted into a pleasant moan. Harry pulled out until the head of his cock was still inside her before pushing back in.

She took him to the hilt easily. Fleur pulled him into a kiss. Her hips pushed up into his thrusts, urging him faster. Still holding hands, Harry picked up speed.

Fleur brought her knees up, letting him reach even deeper. The sudden charge caused her pussy to throb around him. It was almost too much for him. He was on the edge.

"I'm close." Harry groaned.

"Moi aussi." Fleur's voice came out breathy.

Harry wanted her to cum first. He increased his pace, adding more power as well. Fleur's moans got louder. Kissed him hard, her tongue wrestling his own. It was too much. Even the great Harry Potter had limits. He growled as he unloaded inside of her, filling her to with his warm, thick seed.

The feel of him cumming inside of her sets Fleur off. Her orgasm rocks them both to the edge of the bed.

"Je t'aime tellement." Fleur screamed.

Harry slowly rocked back and forth, shortening his strokes as he pulled away from her.

He slipped into the bed beside her. Fleur settled against him.

"Next time will be longer." Harry began to stroke her leg.

Fleur nodded. "I thought I could last longer. It has been too long."

Harry kissed her shoulder. "I will do all I can to correct that."

Fleur giggled and slapped him lightly on the chest.

"Come on." Fleur adjusted her dress before getting back to her feet. "I'm sure the children will be along dans un moment. They seem to have a sense for these things."

Harry fixed his clothes as well. He cast a quick charm cleaning them both up.

"See you at nap time?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her.