Harry sank heavily into the bed. Quick thinking had saved him from landing on the front page of the Daily Prophet in nothing but his birthday suit. Luckily when he had spontaneously apparated to the Leaky Cauldron he had brought the blanket he had tangled around his legs, after a quick transfiguration he had rented a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
The room was rather plain in decoration. Light blue was the dominant color covering the bed, wallpaper and curtains. The room also contained a separate bathroom, closet, and a small dining table.
He closed his eyes as he tried to recall his memories of the night before. His memories seemed to be covered in a cloudy haze as all he could recall were a few random images of a naked part veela in compromising positions.
Just great, he had slept with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and all that he could remember were a few rather explicit random moments.
Harry suddenly felt a large stone fall into the pit of his stomach. He had slept with a woman on the eve of her wedding and then been discovered by here fiancée and three members of his immediate family. Not only that but they were the closest thing to a family Harry had ever had.
The Weasley's would probably never forgive Harry for this. He was desperately trying to think of someway to explain this to them, to make them understand that this was not what he wanted.
Harry was quickly brought out of his musings by a soft knock on his door. Not knowing who it was he crept to the door as quietly as he could manage. Wand in hand he looked into the peephole to see none other than Fleur Delacour.
Surprised he slowly opened the door ready to subdue her should her appearance be some sort of a trick. His caution was all for naught because as soon as he opened the door he was hit first by the veela charm then pulled into a passionate kiss by the slightly older French girl.
After several minutes of this the part of Harry's mind that allowed him to break the imperious curse reminded him that he was kissing the woman his best friend's brother was supposed to marry today.
It took all of his will power but Harry finally managed to gather the will power to pull away from the kiss. Not to be dissuaded Fleur moved down to place kisses along his jaw and neck. Harry tried to speak several times but moans and slight grunts was as far as his voice would respond.
His resolve was starting to waver as his mind started to wonder if ending this was really that important. With a sudden spark of willpower his hands moved to Fleur's shoulders. As he pulled her away she had an adorable pout on her face. Harry again steeled himself to not give in.
"Listen Fleur we have to talk." his voice as steady as he could make it.
Fleur nodded with an adorable pout and moved to sit at the table next to the bed. Harry quickly sat across from her, thinking for a moment what he needed to say. Deciding that it would be best to start with the most prominent question on his mind.
"What the happened last night?"
She gave him a puzzled look.
"You mean you don't remember any of it?"
He shook his head. She gave a slight frown before responding.
"Well I guess I had better start from the beginning."
Flashback
Fleur sighed as she looked into her mirror. Tomorrow was her wedding day and she felt strangely hollow inside. The man she was to marry was sweet and cared about her but the more she thought of him the more her Veela instincts were telling her to call it off and never speak to him again.
She was only part Veela on her mother's side but her instincts effected her as much as any Veela. A part of her kept saying that Bill wasn't ever going to be able to satisfy the veela side of herself. Sure he was kind, sweet, and adventurous but he didn't have the air of power about him that her instincts craved.
She shook her head to clear out those thoughts. She loved her fiancée and tomorrow she was going to become Mrs. William Weasley and live happily ever after. Now if only she could just convince herself this was true.
A glance at the clock above her bed revealed that it was almost midnight; another sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated what she was going to do.
A wave of power suddenly washed over her senses. As a Veela she was very in-tune with magic and could often feel powerful spells or charmed magical items near her, but this was on a whole other level.
Worried that an attack might be taking place she drew her wand and crept slowly towards the source of the power. It seemed to be coming from a room only a few doors down from her own. Slightly confused she decided to investigate the strange occurrence.
Slowly she edged toward the door intent on finding out what was causing such a disturbance. As quietly as possible she eased the door open peering into the crack in the door. The first thing she heard was very loud…snoring as her eyes fell upon the youngest weasly male asleep in his bed.
Confused she pushed the door open thinking no one would hear it over the sounds emanating from the sleeping redhead. Suddenly her eyes caught sigh of one the most amazing things she had ever witnessed.
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed in a sort of trance with a visible aura coming off of his body; it was a vibrant golden hue that seemed to be emanating from his body in waves getting lighter as it moved away from his body until it turned white and disapeared. Fleur could literally feel magic coming off him. It poured off of him and seemed to engulf her entirely.
So mesmerizing was the sight before her that she sat just staring at him for several minutes as the aura continued to flare before it gave another large burst of magic and then seemed to recede, but Fleur could still feel the power he exuded.
Harry started to awaken as if held in a trance by his own magic. His eyes were immedietly drawn to Fluer who was wearing nothing but a slightly risqué set of pajamas. His face lit up in a bright blush upon noticing that.
"Err… H-hello" Harry said his face still holding a red tint.
Suddenly a powerful force raised up inside of her, her instincts were telling her to bond with this powerful wizard before her screaming for her to make him hers. Suddenly Fleur knew the one in front of her was the one she was destined to be with, the only one who could make her feel whole and with that thought she decided to bond to Harry Potter.
After deciding this Fleur started to walk slowly towards the young wizard putting as much power in her charm as possible. She could see Harry's natural magic resist the charm but as it was happening sub-consciously it started to take effect.
His eyes started to glaze and she could see a look of longing in his eyes. As soon as she reached her chosen she pulled him into a searing kiss, what Harry lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm as he explored her mouth with his own.
Fleur slowly pulled away from Harry and she could see his eyes glazed with a look of lust and she knew that they would bond this night. No words were exchanged as she led him back to her room.
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