Pardon My French

Summary: The only thing worse than cheating on your fiancée is cheating on her with her part-Veela sister-in-law. Harry/Fleur pairing.

A/N: welcome everyone. In case any of you are wondering if you have seen a story like this before, that is because there is in fact a story like this, written by Tintern Abbey who had recently reposted the story. But sadly, Tintern doesn't want to continue the story as they couldn't think of what to write for the next chapter. After reading the original, I contacted Tintern and asked for permission to adopt the story or least do my own version. So here is my version of Pardon My French, enjoy…

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Chapter 1: First Fatal Kiss…

"You let her kiss you!"

"She had too much champagne, Ginny!"

"She's sixteen!"

"She's French. She's probably been drinking champagne since she was two."

Harry was having an unpleasant day. He was celebrating Victoire Weasley's third birthday with his fiancée's family at Bill and Fleur's house. On a scale of one to ten, with one being listening to Mrs Figg talk about her cats and ten being encountering Voldemort, this was sitting on four-and-a-half rapidly approaching five. Emphasis on rapidly.

"She's sixteen years old, Harry! She was sitting so close to you, she might as well have been sitting on you!" Ginny snapped angrily and Harry sighed in defeat. This had begun when Fleur's younger sister Gabrielle, who Harry found more annoying than alluring, had sat so closely to Harry, in plain view of Ginny and Harry had stupidly allowed the younger sister of Fleur kiss him three times on the cheek. Again, in plain view of Ginny.

Ginny didn't like Gabrielle all that well. She didn't like Fleur that much either, especially when Fleur was the one who threw the party. Harry hadn't wanted the day to go like this; he should've moved away from Gabrielle before she even laid her lips to his cheek but he was too polite to move away from her. If Gabrielle hadn't made Harry her lifelong lust object, Harry wouldn't be having this argument with Ginny.

"For the last time, Ginny, I didn't encourage Gabrielle!" Harry protested stressing his innocence.

"We've been engaged for a month! I can't believe it's taken you that long for you to become the future bored husband with the wandering eye!" Ginny snarled "I've seen the way that baby harlot looks at you, so don't think I've been blind!"

Harry sighed in defeat. Why couldn't Gabrielle chase after wizards her own age he asked himself then he wouldn't have this problem.

"Ginny, the last thing I want is Boy Who Lived leaves fiancée for teen mistress all over the Daily Prophet tomorrow!"

Ginny stiffened at this and Harry winced. Maybe it was bad to use the words teen mistress in that sentence he realised.

"I'm going to talk to George and Angelina" she said stiffly in a manner reminiscent of her older brother Percy and she stormed off to talk to George and his girlfriend. The way she talked so stiffly would've made Harry laugh but there wasn't much to laugh about. It had been the wrong day to leave his Invisibility cloak at home and he called himself an Auror?

At this moment, Gabrielle caught Harry's eye, hoping that she could signal him to carry her off into a big closet for a tawdry affair which didn't exist. But try telling that to Ginny.

Painfully aware of how many people had been watching the spectacle between Harry and his fiancée, Harry decided to retreat indoors where he could get away from everyone and indulge in Bill's finest Firewhiskey. But what Harry didn't expect was to run into Fleur sitting in the sitting room, drinking a full glass of wine.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to-" Harry began.

"No, no! It's fine" Fleur said airily. Since getting married to Bill and living in England for the past five years, Fleur had lost most of her French accent but it often came out when she was stressed or angry.

"Please, have a seat" the part-Veela offered and Harry quietly complied with Fleur's request. Despite knowing Fleur for a long time since his fourth year at Hogwarts and getting used to her Veela nature, Harry still couldn't refuse her anything.

"Have some wine" Fleur offered and with a dainty flick of her wand, she conjured a glass and filled it to the brim. Harry found that the wine was a much nicer substitute to the firewhiskey and he was having a lovely conversation with Fleur about her daughter Victoire who looked every inch her mother in miniature form.

It was a few minutes in the conversation that Harry was struck with an idea that could possibly help with his Gabrielle-Ginny problems. Emphasis on possibly.

"…have not decided whether she will go to Hogwarts of Beauxbatons, but we don't have to worry about that for another…"

"Fleur, can I ask you something?" Harry cut her off.

"Of course, Harry" Fleur smiled indulgently.

"I don't really know how to put this and I'm not sure if you've noticed but your sister Gabrielle's crush on me is getting a little… inappropriate and it really upsets Ginny, who won't even…" Harry began but stopped when he saw Fleur's eyes become bright and watery.

Merlin's balls. Harry should've known that Fleur was sensitive about her darling baby sister. He should've remembered that fact but he went and put his foot in his mouth. He was having a bad day today.

"Of course" Fleur said shakily "At anyone else's party, the guests would've all been happy. But it makes perfect sense for someone to be upset at my party!" she almost sobbed as she drained half her glass of wine before refilling it.

"Umm… Fleur? Is something wrong?" Harry asked wondering if he should leave Fleur to cry alone.

"Bill's darling maman does not think I am right for her darling son! I invite her to ze party to be polite and she cannot be 'appy wiz anything! And Bill does nozzing to stop her as she is always right!" Fleur almost yelled "I am a silly French Veela who can do nozzing right in 'er eyes!" she sobbed.

Harry was at a loss what to say and he was prepared to leave the room to give Fleur some privacy but again he was too polite to leave.

"Oh but 'Arry, why are not drinking?" Fleur suddenly asked "I do not like to drink alone" she said and she immediately refilled Harry's glass and Harry was forced to drink to keep Fleur happy.

Over the next few minutes, the pair of them became a little tipsy and Harry couldn't help stare at Fleur who looked much less predatory and annoying than Gabrielle. In fact, she looked terribly appealing as she sat on the couch with her shining blue eyes and her silvery blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as she held her wine glass.

"Come sit by me, Harry" Fleur said patting the space next to her on the couch "I feel like you are my only friend right now. These Weasleys will be the death of us, won't they?

Harry stumbled to sit by the part-Veela as he still couldn't refuse her, as well being rather tipsy himself.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Fleur asked him "How I called you a little boy?"

"Yeah, it got on my nerves a bit" Harry chuckled.

"You're not a little boy anymore" Fleur stated as she looked at Harry with blatant interest.

"Thanks."

"Your eyes are very green, Harry" Fleur suddenly said.

"That's what everyone says" Harry replied tiredly having heard the sentence once too often.

"They are very green" Fleur said emphatically as she leaned towards Harry and he leaned towards her.

What happened next was Harry's lips colliding with Fleur's. Under normal circumstances, they would've quickly moved away but for some reason, they kept kissing until it turned into a full-blown snogging session. There was a sound of glass breaking but neither Harry nor Fleur seemed to care as they were lost in each other's taste and feel. Fleur laid back on the couch so that Harry could properly straddle her.

Five minutes of pure heaven passed for Harry until the need for oxygen became too great and he suddenly realised what he was doing to his future wife's sister-in-law. They had been snogging! Harry had been snogging Fleur like she was a full course dinner and he were a starving man. His glasses askew, Harry mentally told himself off for doing exactly what Ginny accused him of doing.

But on the bright side it was far better than having a tawdry affair with a sixteen-year-old girl.

"Umm…" Harry mumbled awkwardly.

"Oh!" Fleur responded as she too looked embarrassed by what they had done.

Harry quickly rolled off Fleur falling to the floor with a thump and quickly stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in his shirt and Fleur stood up to smooth out her clothes and straighten her hair.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me" Harry said awkwardly.

"It is alright, Harry" Fleur replied "It was my fault entirely!" she stated.

"We'll blame it on the wine and forget this happened" Harry said.

"Good idea" Fleur agreed.

"Yeah… so…" Harry muttered.

The pair succeeded in acting like rational adults for about three seconds before entering a snogging session once again and Harry was lost in the feel and taste of Fleur's soft lips. It wasn't all that surprising that Fleur was an excellent kisser, whether it be her Veela nature or if she'd had practice beforehand. Not that it mattered to Harry right now as he snogged Fleur like there was no tomorrow and she snogged him back just as fiercely.

Three minutes passed before Harry reluctantly pulled away with the excuse of needing the toilet and he quickly rushed to the toilet, locked the door behind him and sat on the highly-polished seat and went over what had happened.

Good Godric, he cheated on Ginny! Harry had gone from mildly inappropriate to downright horrible and depraved! He began mulling over the ramifications of kissing his future sister-in-law and what might happen if Ginny or even Bill found.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Anyone in there?" a voice asked from the other side of the door.

Bollock! It was Bill! Harry immediately thought Fleur had told her husband what Harry had done to her and Bill had come to find and castrate him for kissing his wife and cheating on his baby sister.

"Umm…. Yes?" Harry responded uncertainly.

"Everyone's wondering where you are, Harry" Bill's voice replied "It's almost time for cake" he said.

"Uhh… be out in a minute!" Harry answered before standing up and flushing the toilet to make it sound he had just used it and quickly washed his hands before opening the door to reveal Bill.

Bill was smiling. Not a creepy I'm-going-to-kill-you smile but a genuine I'm-so-happy-we're-going-to-be-brothers-in-law smile.

"Thanks" Bill grinned before entering the toilet to use it. Harry quickly exited the house where he sighted Hermione and Ron apparating outside the gate and walking onto the grounds. Ginny at this moment looking much calmer than before was about to walk to up to Harry.

But sadly, at this moment, Gabrielle along with two of her giggling friends walked by Harry and she winked at Harry flirtatiously. Ginny's face transformed into a murderous scowl and she stalked off to talk to her parents.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" Ron asked Harry.

"It's a long story" Harry replied depressively.

TO BE CONTINUED…