Fleur was lying on the hot sands of French Riviera, separated from the burning sands by the courtesy of a thin towel. A bright, yet gentle sun rested overhead as a source of warmth, the worst excesses of it blunted by a calm breeze. The waves followed the lead of the wind, gently lapping on the sandy shore in a hypnotizing beat, a distinct lack of distractions…

But all of it wasn't enough to calm Fleur. Her whole body was covered with a dull ache, filling every faced of her being. It hurt to move her arms, and her back torturing her every moment she was on her feet. She felt miserable. And all of it was because of that damned Harry Potter.

So, when she saw Harry Potter, the source of her discomfort, walking towards her, it was a very reasonable reaction that she sent a fireball at him, targeting his smug face. "Potter, you asshole," she shouted, annoyed by the ease he dodged her attack. But contrary to the seriousness of the situation, a wide smile was on his face. Fleur sent a couple more fireballs towards him, intent on erasing the smug look off his face, only for him to dodge the follow shots with a similar ease.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," he said in a calm tone as he continued his calm trek towards him.

Fleur sent another fireball towards her for daring to make light of her plight, one he dodged with the same ease. "Potter, you insufferable bastard," she shouted. "I curse the day I have heard your name."

Harry chuckled once more, his pace constant despite her anger. Then he dodged one last fireball, and wrapped his arms around her. "Isn't it weird for you to curse the name of Potter," he said. "After all, you are the Lady Potter." His hand slid down, caressing her curved belly. "And just as important, you are carrying the heir of the Potter family right here."

Fleur sighed, her emotions shifting in an intensity extraordinary even for a Veela, and was only possible with the emotional imbalance brought by the pregnancy. "I hate this," she murmured. "I'm fat, I'm ugly, and I'm aching-" she started only to get silenced by a pair of lips that sealed rest of her words inside.

"You - are - not - ugly," Harry murmured, placing kisses down her neck between his every word. "You are my beautiful, sexy wife."

As usual, her husband's undivided attention made it all better, but still, she pouted. "You are just saying it," she murmured, hoping to convince him to a more direct way of display.

His actions matched her expectations. Her husband's movements picked up the pace, moving nearer to places that were covered by her swimsuit, at least for the moment. "How about I prove it once again, my beautiful flower," he whispered into her ear before moving into lower regions, caressing the edge of her swimwear with a trail of kisses. Fleur let out a happy moan as she felt the passion of her husband wrapping around her body like a physical presence. She felt her pain draining as her allure flared in response, twirling around his arousal, wrapping it tightly. Any other man would have collapsed in a drooling mess, but not her husband. The only reaction he gave was the slight quickening of his movements as he explored her body with a deep passion.

She let out a moan as Harry slid one of her breasts, larger by a full cup as a courtesy of pregnancy, and more importantly, much more sensitive. He pressed his lips on her areola, his tongue caressing her nipple repeatedly. "The feeling of your skin is intoxicating," her husband murmured between his breaths. She gasped, and struck with a desire to taste his lips once more, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up, catching his lips in a heated kiss. He showed his enthusiasm in the form of an aggressive tongue, caressing every crevice of her well-explored mouth.

"I love you," he whispered after pulling away from her lips, shifting his attention back to her breasts once more. This time, he brought his hand to her back, and tugged the strings of her top, leaving her naked. "Harry!" she gasped. "Not in public."

Harry gave a break to devouring her breasts and looked to her eyes. His emerald eyes shone in arousal and appreciation, filling Fleur's heart with comfort in a way that words never could. "Come on, my dear wife. What's the point of having a private beach if I cannot fool around with my very beautiful, and very pregnant wife."

Fleur was unable to generate an argument, so she did the next best thing. She slid one of her hands inside his swimming trunks, and wrapped her fingers around his rock hard shaft. She started moving, evoking an appreciate moan from him. "Such a naughty husband," she whispered. "Daring to molest his wife in a place everyone could see."

She enjoyed the sudden growl that left his throat. "Mine," he said, before biting her breast hard enough to leave a mark, underlining his remark. Fleur shivered, her instincts answering his claim with another flare of allure, trying to wrap around his magical presence, tying to make it yield in vain. Fleur opened her mouth to tease him, but his hand sliding inside her bikini bottom made her exchange her words with another moan. Her hormones churned once more, and the arousal hit her with its full force. She moaned, and tugged the strings of her bottom, leaving her completely naked under the warm rays of the sun. "Is there anything you want, my dear wife?" he said, a teasing tone infecting her voice.

Fleur growled. If he wanted to tease, she was more than willing to accommodate. She focused on her magic, and her nails flared in sharpness. She dragged her knife-like nail across his swimming trunk, causing it to fall on the ground in two pieces. "Less talk, more work, my dear husband," she said, pressing her nail gently on his shaft to show just how serious she was.

In answer, Harry shifted his position and lay next to her. Fleur turned her body on the side, pressing her plump ass to his hardness. She missed the wild sex they were having, even using the magical sex swing they had in positions that would leave the producers scratching their heads in puzzlement. Unfortunately, with the pregnancy in its late stage, even the most of the traditional positions were not allowed. Then, her husband's shaft slid inside, making her issues with the limited range of the possible positions irrelevant. Just feeling her husband inside her, throbbing with lust and love was enough to make it all worth it. She caressed her belly. Especially with the fruit of their love on the way.

He started moving, extracting a series of moans from her. She felt his lips pressing to her neck, so she turned, meeting his lips halfway in a gentle kiss, matching his gentle movements as he slid in and out, building up her arousal. The feeling of his hot spunk was proved enough as the last step to trigger a climax in her, her juices flowing around his shaft, mixing with his seed…

She felt a gentle calmness spread through her body as her husband placed his hand over her stomach, whispering gently into her ear. "I love you, my flower."

"I love you too, my husband," she murmured back, then the gentle sleep caught up with her, and she closed her eyes for a short nap. She was happy… Utterly, completely, happy…