FIC: Guiding Harry Chapter 13: Home (April 2025)

Summary: During Easter break, Fleur takes Harry to her family’s home in France. (Harry/Fleur)

“You don’t need to keep fussing with your hair, Harry,” Fleur said, watching her mate. She was torn between amusement at his futile attempts to make his hair lie flat and impatience for him to step up behind her so they could use the floo in Dumbledore’s office together. “Maman and papa have already seen you. They know how unruly your hair is, and they were happy to invite you to stay with us anyhow.”

“Sorry,” Harry said. He walked across his Headmaster’s office to join her at the fireplace, which had temporarily been granted access to her family home in Lyon, but he couldn't help but reach up and give his hair one last pat during his walk over. Fleur giggled, settling on amusement. Her lover's desire to make a good impression on her parents, even after having already met them and earned their approval through his general politeness and his heroism during the Second Task, was adorable.

“My family has already met you, and they already love you,” she said. Fleur had a bag with a few books and essentials in her left hand, but her right was free to seek the physical contact she always sought when her mate was close enough to touch. She grabbed his hand and caressed his knuckles with her fingers. “Though they do not love you quite as much as I do, I am afraid.”

“Dunno about that,” Harry said, smiling a bit. “When they left the castle, Gabrielle might have been even sadder about saying goodbye to me than she was you.”

“Don’t remind me!” Fleur laughed. “I am sure she is going to monopolize as much of your time as she can over the next twelve days.” Even just saying twelve days out loud made Fleur feel giddy. She was going to spend nearly two full weeks back at home with her parents and her sister! And her mate was coming with her!

Her parents hadn’t mentioned anything about potentially seeing her at Easter before they left Hogwarts after the Second Task, mainly because they didn’t know if it would be possible to make a visit happen due to the need to protect Harry’s privacy and keep him safe, and didn’t want to get her hopes up for no reason. It had taken considerable work between Fleur’s papa, Madame Maxime, and Headmaster Dumbledore to make the arrangements, but ultimately, Dumbledore had been able to provide enough enhanced magical protections on the Delacour property that he felt comfortable allowing Harry to accompany Fleur home for the Easter holiday. As soon as her mother wrote her to tell her about the arrangements they’d made and invite both her and Harry to visit for the holiday, Fleur had been counting down the days. This trip home was exactly what she needed amid all the training and preparation for the Third Task.

“Ready?” she asked, looking at Harry as she let go of his hand and picked up a pinch of floo powder.

“I’m ready,” her lover said, nodding at her. He adjusted his own bag, slightly bigger than hers since he was bringing several sets of clothing with him, and picked up some floo powder with his free hand. Seeing that he was ready, Fleur glanced over at Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk and studying some small silver instrument.

“Thank you for arranging this for us, sir,” she said politely. She didn’t even know the full extent of the protections that the Headmaster had placed on her parents’ property, but the partial information that she’d received from her mother was enough to inform Fleur that Dumbledore had taken plenty of time out of his busy schedule to make their home secure enough for Harry to come and stay with them.

“You are very welcome, Miss Delacour,” the famous wizard said, looking up from his instrument and smiling at her. “I feel that it was the least I could do for you, and for Harry.” Dumbledore’s gaze shifted to Fleur’s mate. She hadn’t spent much time in the company of the famous wizard who had defeated Grindelwald, but she knew from Harry’s stories that he shared a close relationship with his Headmaster—closer than Fleur’s with Madame Maxime, in any event. “Please, enjoy your vacation in France. I will seal off the floo behind you as soon as you’ve gone.”

“Thank you, sir,” Harry said. Fleur nodded at the Headmaster, and after giving her boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek, she turned to face the fireplace. It was time to go home.

“Maison Delacour,” she said after tossing the floo powder into the fireplace and stepping into the flames. Fleur ignored the rapid spinning of floo travel as well as the blurry fireplaces that zoomed past her vision, concentrating only on her desire to see her family once again. It had been roughly a month and a half since she’d seen them, and even if she was used to going longer than that during her time away at Beauxbatons, she had been counting down the days until she could see them and hug them again.

She touched down gracefully on her feet when she arrived at her destination. Fleur could see her mother relaxing in her favorite chair in the sitting room and smiling at her as she arrived, but Gabrielle wasn’t going to wait patiently for Fleur. Her little sister squealed happily and started racing toward her as soon as she appeared in the flames, making Fleur grin. She barely managed to take three steps out of the fireplace before a little veela missile collided with her chest and put her arms around her. Fleur laughed, tossed her small bag onto the floor, and hugged her sister back.

“Hello, sister,” Fleur greeted in their native French. “It is so good to see you again.”

“I missed you, Fleur,” Gabrielle mumbled into her big sister’s chest. Her hands holding on tight to the back of Fleur’s dress were proof that Gabi really had missed her, not that Fleur had doubted for a second. That being said, when the fireplace roared for a second time, Fleur’s little sister let go of her and darted around her to greet the new arrival.

“‘arry!” Gabrielle exclaimed. Fleur turned around in time to see that Harry hadn’t fallen over upon arrival. He’d been worried about that, and understandably so, given the story of his disastrous first experience with floo travel that he’d told her about. Harry made it to his destination smoothly enough, but he did stumble when Gabrielle flung herself at him the moment he stepped out of the fireplace.

“Hi, Gabrielle," Harry said, hugging her back with his free arm. It was a simple phrase, but his greeting her in French delighted Gabi all the same. She giggled and hugged him tighter, leaving Fleur standing there watching them.

“He’s been here for ten seconds, and Gabi is already monopolizing my mate,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at her over Gabrielle’s head, making eye contact. His French wasn’t good enough for him to have understood all of what she’d just said, but he would have recognized from her light tone that she wasn’t actually upset. He gave her a sheepish smile while dropping his bag on the floor to hug her sister with both arms, and Fleur merely rolled her eyes and shook her head, amused.

“You should get used to that, daughter.” Fleur’s mother rose from her seat and walked toward her. She didn’t move as urgently as Gabrielle had, but her smile did not seem any less happy to see her. “Some day, there will be other young veela girls grabbing your husband before you can and taking away almost all of the time that used to be reserved just for the two of you.”

Fleur, who looked forward to those days a great deal, took a quick glance back at her lover and her little sister. Gabrielle wasn’t hugging Harry anymore, but she was commanding his attention all the same, holding both of his hands and doing her best to ask him questions despite their mutually limited understanding of the other’s primary language. They looked adorable enough together to make her heart melt. Even if Fleur was capable of saying no to her precious sister in general, she never could have gotten upset with her for being so excited to see Harry. It felt like a glimpse into her future, and what a wonderful glimpse it was!

“Some day,” she agreed. She turned her head back and took a step forward to meet her mother. “But not for several years, at least.” She kissed her mother on the cheek and gave her a hug. “Hello, maman.”

“Hello, Fleur,” her mother said, hugging her and patting her back. “Welcome home.”

As they broke their hug, Fleur looked around, welcoming the comforting feeling of standing in the sitting room of the only home she’d ever known. Her parents moved into this house shortly after their wedding, so it had been Fleur’s home all her life. There was some sense of comfort in Beauxbatons as well, after spending a good portion of the previous six years there, but it couldn't match being home. She couldn't wait to share this with Harry and welcome him into the only place where she'd always felt completely comfortable and safe.

“Come, 'arry!" Gabrielle said in heavily accented English. She held one of Harry's arms between both of hers and pulled him along with her, leading him out of the sitting room. "I will give you a tournée, yes?”

Their mother looked between the two sisters before giving Fleur a look, silently asking her if she was going to stand and watch as her little sister absconded with her mate. Right when they were about to walk by her on their way out of the sitting room, Fleur hooked one of her arms through Harry’s right, linking herself to him.

“It’s just tour in English, Gabi,” Fleur said as the three of them left the sitting room arm-in-arm-in-arm. “And we will give Harry this tour together.”

“I will be right behind with your things,” Fleur’s mother said, laughing. Fleur could barely hear it, but she was pretty sure her maman muttered something along the lines of exactly what she did to me when she was Gabi’s age.

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“This is Sebastian’s study,” Fleur’s mother said, opening the door and allowing Harry to take a look inside. The study, as always, was neat and tidy. Fleur’s father loved his family and always had time to make his daughters laugh, but he also took his work seriously, whether he was in the office or at home. The desk had no clutter, and his bookcase looked as in order as ever, even though there appeared to be at least a dozen new books in his collection since the last time Fleur had looked inside the study over the summer.

“Nothing too exciting, and most of the books are in French, so I don’t know that any would be of use to you,” she said after giving Harry a few moments to look around the study. “If you do take a look later and see any that catch your interest, though, just let Sebastian know. I’m sure he would be happy to let you borrow any of them to read while you’re here.”

Harry nodded. “Okay, Apolline,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she said, stepping out of the study and closing the door behind her. “Though I have a feeling my daughter will keep you too busy to get much reading done while you’re here.”

“Come on, Harry,” Gabrielle said, tugging on his arm as soon as the door to the study was closed. “Let me show you my room!”

“Make that both of my daughters,” their mother said, laughing and following behind them. She used her wand to keep Fleur and Harry’s bags floating in the air and trailing behind the group. Fleur was not in any hurry to catch up for this part of the tour. She hung back at a distance, watching and smiling as Gabrielle showed Harry her bedroom. She couldn’t wait to show Harry her quidditch memorabilia, as well as her toy broomstick, and she got him to promise to go flying with her later in the day. In one of her letters to Fleur, her mother mentioned that Gabi had asked on no less than five occasions to make sure Harry brought his broom with him, so Fleur would never have heard the end of it if they’d forgotten to bring the Firebolt with them.

As fond as she was of her sister, and as cute as it was to watch her showing Harry around, Fleur started to fidget when Gabi switched from talking about quidditch to asking Harry everything from what brand of broomstick he thought she should ask for when her parents decided she was old enough to have one to whether or not he thought he could beat Viktor Krum in a broom race. She struggled to get her questions out in English, and Harry’s French wasn’t good enough for her to ask them in her native language, but the barriers didn’t stop Gabi from continuing to try. Fleur bit her lip, torn on what to do. She’d always struggled to say no to or deny her sister anything, but she was starting to get antsy.

“You can ask Harry all about his thoughts on Firebolt versus Nimbus versus Comet when you two go flying later, Gabi,” their mother said, stepping in and putting a hand on her younger daughter’s shoulder. “Come, let’s go. We still have more of the house to show him.” Reluctantly, Gabrielle let go of Harry and allowed the tour to continue.

“The master bedroom is at the end of the hall on the left,” Fleur’s mother said next, indicating her closed bedroom door. “Across from Gabrielle’s room is the bathroom that she, Fleur, and you will all share, and next to it is the guest bedroom.” She looked at Fleur, leaving it to her to show him the room next to Gabi’s.

“This is my room, Harry,” Fleur said. She opened the door and took him by the hand, leading him inside the room that had been hers since she was old enough to move out of the nursery room (which had been converted to a guest room once Gabi was old enough.) Thankfully, the walls were no longer the bright pink she had insisted on when she was a bit younger than Gabi was now, and she did not have any posters or photographs of famous figures on her wall. The walls were now painted a tasteful creamy white color, and there were only two photographs adorning them.

“That photo was taken when I was a couple of years older than Gabi was now, and maman and papa took me to see the Louvre,” she explained, pointing at one of the two photos with her left hand while holding her mate’s hand in her right.

“You look really happy,” Harry commented. Fleur nodded and smiled fondly, remembering that day. It was before the veela side of her began to come out as she matured, so she hadn’t yet been subjected to the looks of mindless physical attraction or jealousy and suspicion that had become an everyday fact of life for her.

“I was, yes,” she said. “It was a lovely day. I have always appreciated beautiful things, even back then.” The beaming smile on her younger self’s face in the photo as she stood between her parents spoke to how much she’d enjoyed her visit. It was from a more innocent time in her life, back before she’d understood the downsides that came with possessing a veela’s beauty and having that side of her heritage affect her relationships with everyone that she went to school with. Even now, though, she appreciated beauty and took pride in her own physical attractiveness, despite the loneliness she’d learned to live with at Beauxbatons. Her being who she was and looking how she looked had enabled her to find and attract her mate, and that was more than enough to make her smile even brighter than she had at the Louvre.

“Is that a muggle picture?” Harry asked, watching the figures in the picture, notable for their lack of movement.

“Yes,” Fleur said. “Magic is forbidden in muggle places like the Louvre, so we had to take a muggle photo.” The younger Fleur and her parents were frozen in place, but even if they’d moved, she doubted the smile would ever have left her face in the picture.

“Where was that picture of you and Gabrielle taken?” Harry asked. Fleur smiled at the picture of her sitting on a bench in a clearing among beautiful green trees, holding a book in her hands. Gabrielle was sitting in her lap, listening as Fleur read aloud from one of her favorite stories. Every once in a while, one or both of them would look to the left and smile and wave at the camera, but mostly they focused on their story. Their father had taken this photo of them without them realizing it, capturing a precious moment from Fleur’s summer away from Beauxbatons after her 5th year.

“That is a spot a little ways into the woods surrounding our home,” Fleur said. “It was always my favorite spot to spend an afternoon at home when I wanted to relax.”

“It’s gorgeous,” Harry said. “Looks so peaceful.” Fleur smiled, happy that he was so impressed with this picture of her favorite spot.

“I will show it to you,” Fleur said. And when I’m sure that maman and papa will keep Gabi occupied for an afternoon, we will make a memory of our own in that spot, she thought to herself.

“We’ve already shown Harry everything inside the house, so you can take the tour outside now and show him the grounds while I start preparing lunch,” her mother said. “I hope sarrasin crêpes with eggs will be fine, Harry?”

“That’ll be fine, thank you,” Harry said. He watched Fleur’s mother levitate their bags into the bedroom and set them both down on the floor between her small bookcase and her bed. After staring at his bag next to Fleur’s for a few seconds, he turned his head toward her mother. “Err, am I staying in here, then? Figured you’d want me in the gust room.”

Her mother smiled. “Go wait downstairs, Gabrielle,” she said. “Harry and your sister will be along soon to continue your tour outside." Gabi didn't look like she wanted to leave, but after a nod from her mother, she sighed, left Fleur's bedroom, and headed for the stairs.

“You are welcome to use the guest room if you would be more comfortable there, Harry,” she said once she was sure Gabrielle was downstairs. “But I assumed you would rather stay in here with Fleur.”

“I’d rather be in here,” Harry said, speaking up so quickly that Fleur giggled at his eagerness. Her mother smiled as well, but she didn’t tease him.

“As I thought,” she said. “Some parents might not be comfortable with this arrangement, regardless of you both being of age. But veela are different, and Sebastian and I are both well aware of those differences. Neither of us would be foolish enough to try and keep you apart while you are in our home, and it would be silly to make you pretend or sneak into each other’s beds at night. Just make sure that the door stays closed and locked, and don’t forget the silencing charms.”

“Of course," Fleur said. She could tell that Harry was still a bit surprised, but Fleur had expected this. Harry's horrid relatives were no proper example of a healthy family who could be open with each other like this, but her parents had made sure that she was as prepared as she could be for life as a veela. There would never be a need to hide her love for her mate from them, or her lust, for that matter.

“Good,” her mother said. “Oh, and if you find that you want some private time to yourselves during the day, let Sebastian and I know. We will give you your privacy—and keep Gabrielle occupied.”

“Thank you, maman,” Fleur said. She was already picturing various ways she could make use of that offer while she had Harry here. They would give her as much privacy as she needed, and in return, she would make sure that neither they nor Gabi would see or hear any of her intimate moments with her lover while they were visiting.

“Anything for you, daughter.” Her mother patted her on the shoulder and smiled at Harry on her way out of the bedroom. “Now, I suggest you hurry down the stairs so you can finish your tour outside, unless you want Gabi to march back up here and try and physically pull Harry down the stairs.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” Fleur said, grinning and squeezing Harry’s hand. “Let’s go, Harry. If we’re quick, I’ll be able to show you my spot in the woods before Gabrielle demands that broomstick ride.”

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After applying the silencing charm to ensure that no sound would escape her bedroom and double-checking the lock, Fleur put her wand down and turned around to face her bed. She smiled at the sight of her mate waiting for her on top of the sheet, already completely naked. They’d been having regular sex for almost four months now, so she’d seen him naked often enough that she felt she could paint his body relying only on her memory if asked. But it was different seeing him waiting for her in her bed. She was home, and Harry was there with her.

“Magnifique," she breathed, standing there and staring at him. Harry grinned, staring right back at her as she stood in her bedroom, just as naked as he was.

“You said it.” He licked his lips while ogling her, and Fleur smirked and stuck her arms behind her back, allowing him to admire her form for a moment. She loved the way he looked at her, but she couldn’t stand still like that for long, not when something so appetizing was waiting for her on her bed. She walked across the room, climbed into bed, and began to crawl toward him, swaying her hips and sticking her butt up in the air as she did so. Fleur knew that he would appreciate the view.

“Did you know that you are going to be the first lover I share this bed with?” she asked while crawling toward him.

“Really?” Harry sounded surprised to hear that. He knew that she was not her first lover, after all.

“Yes,” she said, nodding. She reached him, placed her right hand on his ankle, and ran it up his leg slowly. “I always knew that I only wanted my parents and my sister to meet my mate.” Her hand ran along Harry’s inner thigh, and he let out a little grunt as her fingers walked up his thigh and tickled the underside of his balls. “I wasn’t going to bring a man home until I knew he was the one I would spend the rest of my life with.” Fleur wrapped her hand around Harry’s cock and gave it a squeeze, making him groan.

“Then I’m glad to be the first,” he said.

“The first, the last, and the only,” Fleur vowed. She pumped him in her hand a bit, leaned her head in, and planted a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. Fleur was tempted to take him into her mouth and suck him, but there would be ample opportunity for her to service her mate in her bed over the next twelve days. There was only one fitting way for them to spend their first night together in her room. “Allow me to remind you of just how fortunate you are.” She straddled him, holding his cock up straight so she could move into position above him.

“I’ll never forget that,” Harry said, staring up at her. Even if he wasn’t still dumbfounded and in disbelief that he was lucky enough to be in her bed, as he had been when she brought him back to her room on the Beauxbatons carriage the night of the Yule Ball, he still watched her body move into position above him with as much appreciation as ever.

“Good.” Fleur dropped her hips slowly, taking Harry’s cock inside her. As always, it was a perfect fit. They’d been too busy preparing for their vacation and squeezing in some training and studying on their last day in the castle to make any time for sex, and even a single day without an intimate moment with her mate was too long for Fleur’s liking. She sighed as she wiggled her hips and made herself comfortable, enjoying the familiar feeling of her mate’s cock returning where it belonged. “I am just as fortunate, of course.”

The look Harry gave her suggested that he disagreed about their equal levels of good fortune, but he knew better than to disagree or try to put himself down. Fleur had a very high opinion of herself, but her opinion of him was equally high, and she wouldn’t stand for any self-deprecation from him. She’d chosen him, and he’d spent the better part of the last four months showing her that she was as lucky to have him as he was to have her.

Now, their mutual good fortune had brought them here to a moment that was more special for her than he probably realized. For her, this bedroom had always been her sanctuary from the outside world and what it thought of her. No other man could ever have been permitted to join her in her safe haven; the very idea would have been unthinkable to her. But she had at last found the one man she could trust with all of herself. She’d opened the door and let her mate in, and the contentment that she felt as she slowly rode him in her bed was nearly as meaningful to her as the pleasure that only he could bring her.

Fleur had initially fully intended to ride Harry so hard once she got him in this bed that he would want to do little else the following morning but stay in bed and let his tired body rest. Now that the moment was here and he was back inside her, though, she found her body settling into a slow, relaxed ride. She moved her hips in leisurely circles and rocked back and forth on him without the slightest sense of urgency. She'd expected her veela side to demand that she staked her claim on her mate as soon as she got him back in her lair, but it remained calm. Apparently, the veela part of Fleur was as comfortable and content to have Harry here in this important place with her as the witch was. Over the next twelve days, there would be time for them to fuck until they were sweaty and neither of them could crawl out of bed, if the mood arose for that manner of mating. For now, Fleur’s body decided that it wanted to welcome her mate into her home with a soft, loving ride, so that was what she treated him to on their first night in her bed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Harry said quietly, staring up at her and watching as she rode him.

Fleur laughed, feeling joyous at the simple declaration from him. “And you are so handsome, my mate,” she said fondly, touching his face with her hands. She caressed his cheek and used a fingertip to slowly trace the famous lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. Fleur knew how little he cared for people gawking at the scar, but he remained relaxed and happy as her finger touched it lightly. She replaced her finger with her lips, giving his scar a gentle kiss that made him close his eyes and smile.

After her quick gesture meant to remind him that she was attracted to every part of him, Fleur sat back up straight and returned to grinding her hips. Harry’s eyes opened back up to watch her as she rode him, and Fleur was proud to have his eyes on her in motion. She lived for the adoration she saw on her mate’s face, and seeing him watching her like that while they were making love in her bed was special. Every time with him was special, but welcoming the man she loved into her bed carried with it an emotional significance that she treasured. Fleur welcomed the feeling, glad beyond measure that she could share everything of herself with her mate.

This was merely the end of the first day out of nearly two weeks that she would spend welcoming him into this place that had always been her sanctuary from the rest of the world. They would continue to study and practice in preparation for the third and final task of the tournament during their vacation, but the tournament would not be their primary focus while they were here. The hard work and training would resume in earnest once they were back at Hogwarts, but during their stay at her family home, Fleur and her mate were going to take some well-deserved time for themselves.

Throughout her ride, Fleur’s urgency did not increase. She had her mate in her bedroom, and there was nowhere that they needed to be in the morning. She was content to gyrate, grind, and move his wonderful cock around inside of her without worrying about when their orgasms would hit. It could have taken all night for them to get there, and it would not have disturbed her at all.

It didn’t take that long, of course. Fleur wasn’t hurrying, but she didn’t stop riding him altogether when she did feel their pleasure slowly but surely build. Harry’s hands moved from her hips to her ass as he neared his finish, and Fleur continued to grind until he squeezed her butt, grunted, and released inside her. Fleur moaned as her body responded to the thrill of her mate’s seed filling her. Her hips rocked faster, her body preparing to catch up to him.

She moaned and leaned down to kiss him as she came. As much as she had appreciated her view of her mate below her in her bed as she rode him, she craved his kiss now. Harry’s arms went around her at once, hands on her back to hug her body against his as they shared their moment of mutual pleasure.

They continued to kiss and embrace as their bodies relaxed and their breathing evened out on the other side of their orgasm. Harry’s hands stroked her back, and Fleur broke the kiss.

“Welcome home, Harry,” she whispered in French. His knowledge of the language was limited, and there hadn’t been time for them to work on it much with how focused they’d been on training and preparing for the task, but she and Hermione had taught him some basic words and phrases on occasion. At first, she thought that the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration was because he was struggling to understand what she thought was a fairly simple phrase. But before she could repeat it in English and ensure that her message about her home being his home got through, he responded. As it turned out, he’d been concentrating because he’d been working out how to respond in French.

“Home is wherever you are, Fleur.”

His pronunciation was slow, and the delivery of the words was awkward enough that she might have giggled and lightly teased him under other circumstances. But in this case, the words themselves meant enough to Fleur that she responded by immediately pressing her lips against his again in a firm, passionate kiss.

Pronunciation aside, she couldn’t have said it better herself. They were both home, because they were with each other.