June 30th, 1996.

“Run!" Harry whispered urgently before grabbing Fleur's hand and they both started running as fast as they could through the corridors of the school.

5 seconds later, "Ahhh!" A collective sound of girls shrieking was heard.

Harry and Fleur ran like hell to avoid being implicated in the pandemonium that they left in their wake.

They kept running and turned a corner before going through a hall. They passed the hall and entered another hallway which they passed. Finally entering an abandoned classroom, they stopped to catch their breath. They usually used the classroom as a hiding place since it wasn’t in use. They had even enchanted the classroom door to be unnoticeable unless someone focused on it.

They both panted and huffed as they fell to the ground and tried their best to recover. Harry recovered first and got up before giving Fleur a look and offering her his hand.

She grinned, grabbing his hand. Instead of using his support to stand, she yanked Harry down, and he yelped as he tumbled on the floor.

Before he could come to his senses, Harry found himself lying on the ground with Fleur straddling him as she gave him a sly smile, “That was a nice year-end gift for those bitches…” She said.

“Such crass words don’t suit a noble Veela such as yourself…” Harry chided in a mocking tone as Fleur gave him a dry look. It was clearly an inside joke for both of them.

They both looked at each other with dry expressions before bursting out in laughter.

“You planning…on getting up… anytime soon?” Harry asked between laughs.

“Maybe…” Fleur was still laughing as she made herself comfortable and used Harry as her bed, resting her face on his chest.

Unconsciously, Fleur loosened the suppression she kept over her natural Veela charm, which she typically kept under strict control in public.

Harry didn’t seem to notice it and hugged her back, letting her rest on him. It didn’t take long for a certain part of his body to react. Even if Fleur wasn’t releasing her allure, just the feeling of her succubus-like body pressing against him was enough to excite Harry.

Neither of them reacted to it, and instead, Fleur wiggled a little to make herself more comfortable. Feeling Harry’s hands resting on her lower back, she let out a comfortable hum and hugged him back.

Since he was lying on the hard floor, Harry pulled out his wand and tapped it on the ground while whispering something. It was the softening spell that made the ground soft enough for it to be comfortable for him.

It didn’t take long for both Fleur and Harry to drift off to a light sleep after they made themselves comfortable.

…

“I can’t feel my body…” Harry said dryly to Fleur who was looking at him with a sheepish expression.

“Sorry, I got a bit too comfortable. You know that I get sleepy after lunch…” She apologized and held out her arm for him to get up.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to pick up my completely limp body like that. Just give me a minute to get circulation back…” Harry said, looking to the side while lying helplessly on the ground, ‘Thankfully, the softening charm is still in effect…’

Fleur pondered for a moment, then sat down beside Harry on the ground, guiding his head onto her lap.

“Although this doesn’t help, I’m not going to say no to getting the most comfortable thighs in the world as my pillow.” Harry chuckled.

“Do you want a lap pillow or not?” She snapped.

“Damn, babe, no need to get your panties in a twist.” Harry laughed even more.

Fleur brought her hands to his hair and clenched, tightly grabbing his hair before shaking his head angrily, “Don’t make fun of me…”

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“This… is… domestic… abuse.” It took some effort for Harry to speak but when he finally finished, Fleur’s actions got even more violent.

“Stop stop!” Harry cast a spell with his wand and soft vines grew out from the ground, binding Fleur’s hands and forcing her to free his hair, “You’ll break my neck.” He said with mock annoyance.

It took him a little over a minute, but Harry was able to regain some feeling in his body, to the point where he was able to sit up by himself.

“Are you going to free me anytime soon? I can’t reach my wand…” Fleur said poutily as Harry turned to look at her with an appreciative expression.

“But you look so beautiful and helpless with your hands tied above your head… It makes me want to do things to you,” He smiled as he admired her state. She was sitting on the ground with her legs folded together as her chest heaved up and down from her breathing. Due to her arms being held above her head, her torso was more pronounced as her light blue uniform dress seemed to hug her body even more tightly. She pouted while looking at him with dissatisfaction.

He spent a few seconds admiring her silvery blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and reached her waist.

"'Arry..." She whined. Her plea only made Harry smile as he brought his face close to hers. "Say 'please'," He teased.

“Please…” She let out a little gasp as she felt his palm resting on her bare knee. He trailed his hand up her thigh, bringing her skirt up with it.

“Show me that you mean it…” He whispered as his other hand grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, making her feel some strain on her body due to the position.

Fleur felt goosebumps rise on her body as she felt his hot breath on her face. The vines that were wrapped around her wrists became taut, pulling her slightly upward and making her torso arch even more as she pressed against Harry.

With the most pitiful look she could muster, she implored, "Please... let me go, 'Arry." Harry’s face was no more than an inch from hers as she knew where this was going.

In her current state, it was impossible for Fleur to keep her allure at bay. She completely stopped suppressing it and it completely exploded outward, quickly filling the entire classroom. Harry was the one who was most affected by her allure and his lips instantly met hers in a passionate and rough kiss.

Fleur let out a moan as she felt his palm that was slowly rising up her thighs, approaching closer and closer to her core. It sent a tingling feeling through her body. She kissed him back with equal passion before bringing her tongue into the mix. Harry wasn’t one to be left behind as he met her tongue with aggressive momentum, pushing her back and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He wasn’t going to let her get the upper hand.

Their makeout session lasted for more than half an hour, as Harry reveled in the sensation of caressing her thighs, sparking intense reactions from her occasionally.

Though every time he touched her panties in an attempt to take things further, she would try to pull back, forcing him to keep his hands within the boundary.

“Not here, ‘Arry… You know what…happens,” She whispered in between kisses after he had already tried to take things further a few times. Her words made him stop trying as he didn’t take things further.

When they were both satisfied with the kiss, Harry pulled back and freed Fleur’s lips while huffing. She looked at him with glazed eyes as she caught her breath. Her arms fell down to his shoulders after Harry finally stopped his magic from maintaining the conjured vines and they disappeared. Fleur’s arms wrapped around his neck and she rested her forehead against his.

Amidst their mingled breaths, Fleur exhaled, “‘Arry…”

He responded with a questioning hum. He was focused on getting his hard erection to go down. He couldn’t exactly rub one out right now.

“I love you…” She said in between breaths.

“I love you too, Fleur…” Harry opened his eyes and smiled as he gave a peck on Fleur’s lips, “If we could do something about your little voyeurism habit, it would be perfect.” He said teasingly.

She punched him in the stomach, “Oww!” Harry felt that one very much as he bowled over on the ground while tightly holding his stomach.

“You just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” Fleur chided him.

“Worth it," Harry groaned, managing a chuckle despite the pain.

Fleur’s eyes twitched as she stood up from the ground and gave Harry an annoyed look while waiting for him to recover.

“Come on, get up, drama queen. I didn't even hit you that hard," She chided, extending a hand for him to grasp.

“I’m the one who got hit,” Harry grumbled and used her support to stand up.

“You had it coming.” Fleur gave him the stink eye.

“I don’t think so, considering what I said was true.” Harry shrugged with a mock wronged tone.

“Don’t patronize me, you enjoy it just as much I do,” Fleur said as she wrapped her arm around his. She led him out of the classroom and they started walking back on the path that they came from.

“Of course I do. I have arguably one of the most beautiful and amazing women in the world as my girlfriend. That is already more than enough. The fact that she likes seeing me fondle other women’s bodies is just a bonus.” Harry laughed as Fleur punched his arm. He didn’t even flinch this time. He had it coming.

“We agreed not to talk about that at school…” She chided him.

“It’s fine, you’re graduating next year anyway. It doesn’t matter.” Harry shrugged as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

“You still have to go here after I graduate…” Fleur bit her lower lip.

“And? It’s just one extra year after you graduate. Most of the guys already worship me for getting the untouchable school belle while practically every girl in the school has already fallen for my charms considering how good at Quidditch I am. My school life is awesome.” Harry shrugged with an arrogant smile at Fleur.

“Please… Arrogance doesn’t suit you.” She scoffed at him while giving him an unimpressed look.

“I thought it worked,” Harry mumbled.

“It does not. It does make you come off as an annoying arse though.” She told him.

“Buzzkill…”