FIC: Guiding Harry Chapter 10: One and Only (January 2025)

Summary: The day after the Second Task, Fleur finds a special way to show Harry how grateful she is to him for saving Gabrielle. (Harry/Fleur)

Gabrielle was sitting very close to Harry at breakfast, though this was not a new development. As a girl who’d heard the stories about the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ just like any other child her age, waking up from her magically-induced sleep in the arms of Harry Potter himself was like something out of one of those stories. Harry became Gabrielle’s hero after the Second Task, even more than he already had been, and she’d barely left his side since. About the only time Fleur had gotten alone with him had been a brief goodnight kiss and a tight hug before they parted that night. Her little sister had been monopolizing all of her boyfriend’s time over the last 24 hours. Given the circumstances, though, Fleur didn’t have the heart to even mildly tell her off for it. She was just happy that Gabrielle was safe and unaffected by what had happened during the Second Task, which was more than Fleur could say for herself.

Besides, she’d never been able to deny her little sister anything, and she also happened to look adorable sitting right next to Harry on the bench and holding his hand as often as she could. Harry, for his part, accepted Gabrielle’s attention without complaint. The young man Fleur first took to bed the night of the Yule Ball likely would not have been nearly this comfortable with Gabrielle constantly wanting to stay by his side or hold his hand, but a lot had changed for him over the last two months.

“If you keep holding Harry’s hand, how are you going to finish your breakfast before it’s time for us to go home?” their mother asked. Gabrielle pouted, but she reluctantly let go of Harry’s hand so she could eat the rest of her breakfast at a more reasonable pace.

Fleur wouldn’t have minded if breakfast had lasted for hours, because she wanted to keep her parents and her sister there with her in the castle for as long as she could. All too soon, though, they were finished eating and collectively stood up from the table to prepare for their departure. It had been wonderful seeing her family again, but they had to get back to their lives in France.

“It was so good to see you, my daughter,” her father said as he gave her a hug by the fireplace in Professor McGonagall’s office, which they would be using to floo back to their home.

“I wish you could have stayed longer,” Fleur whispered, hugging her father back tightly. She wasn’t unaccustomed to being away from her family for months at a time after so many years attending Beauxbatons, but that didn’t make her miss them any less, nor did it make it any easier to part from them. Even with her mate in her life now, she was still going to miss her family greatly once they were gone.

“So do I, Fleurette,” he said, giving her a big squeeze before he let her go. When she was a child, he would have kissed the top of her head at the end of a hug like this. But he was a short man, and Fleur had shot past him in height years earlier. She might be too tall for him to kiss the top of her head anymore, but she would always find comfort in her father’s hugs. “We’ll be back for the Third Task, I promise.”

“I will count down the days,” she said quietly. Though she’d been too preoccupied with checking on her sister and thanking Harry to pay much attention at the time, Ludo Bagman had announced just after the reading of the scores yesterday that the Third Task would be held on June 24th. That was four months away, which felt like nearly an eternity to Fleur. Her father gave her one last smile before coming to stand in front of Harry, who had just finished saying goodbye to Fleur’s mother.

“I wonder if you might let go of Harry’s hand so I can say farewell to him before we leave, princess?” he said to Gabrielle. She looked reluctant to let go of Harry’s hand, so Fleur stepped in.

“Come and say goodbye to me, sister,” Fleur said. “It will be much too long before your next visit.”

That got Gabrielle to let go of Harry's hand, and she rushed into Fleur's arms to give her a big hug. Their mother followed right behind her, smiling fondly at the sight. Then she got a slightly guilty look on her face, and Fleur knew that she was reliving having to sit in the stands and witness Fleur’s terror the previous day when she refused to accept that Gabrielle was not in danger until Harry brought her with him back to the surface.

Fleur met her eye and shook her head gently, trying to remind her mother that she was not upset with her or her father for agreeing to let Gabrielle take part in the task as her hostage to be rescued from the lake. A few hours after the Second Task, her family had explained everything about being summoned by Headmaster Dumbledore and Madame Maxime the night before and having the task revealed to them, so Fleur knew that Gabrielle had volunteered. She’d all but insisted, actually, and would not be talked out of it. When her mother tried to claim that she was too young and attempted to take Gabrielle’s place, the youngest of the family reminded them that her age did not prevent her from possessing the familiar Delacour stubbornness.

Her parents had agreed to let Gabrielle play the role of Fleur’s hostage in the lake. They’d believed Madame Maxime’s promises and trusted that their daughter would be perfectly safe with the precautions Dumbledore had put in place. Ultimately, they’d been right, but seeing Fleur in such anguish had not been easy for either of her parents. Her mother, in particular, had profusely apologized for inadvertently putting her through that ordeal, but Fleur had heard enough apologies yesterday. She didn't want to deal with any more of them in the final moments they would have together for months, especially since her mother hadn't actually done anything wrong. Her mother nodded and gave her a smile as she came to stand beside her.

“I will miss you, Fleur,” her mother said, patting Gabrielle’s shoulder. “But I am relieved to know that you will be less alone here than you have been for the last several years at Beauxbatons.”

“Yes, assuming papa doesn’t scare my mate off,” Fleur said, watching over Gabi’s head as her father quietly spoke with Harry in private near the fireplace. Her mother laughed lightly.

“I think he is well aware that would be a futile effort,” she said. “He knew it the moment we got your first letter about Harry, of course. Your father has been in Harry’s position. He knows what it means to be chosen by a veela.” Fleur’s mother put her hand on her shoulder. “But now he has seen with his own eyes the kind of man that your mate is, and he knows he can give up his role as your primary protector and supporter with less regret than he may have felt before we arrived.”

Fleur watched as something her father said made Harry blush, and her father threw his head back and laughed. After a few seconds, Harry turned his head to look over at her. He was still blushing, but he smiled at her, too.

To think that Harry had been worried about making a good impression on her family! After the Second Task, her sister adored him even more than she already had. And even if her parents never viewed Gabrielle as being in any danger, they knew that Fleur had. More importantly, they'd seen the lengths that Harry would go to and what he would risk to protect her and those she cared about. He’d demonstrated his moral fibre, as Ludo Bagman put it, and proved that he was every bit the hero the fairy tale stories claimed him to be, even if most of the stories themselves were rubbish.

Fleur was glad that her family had gotten to know her mate and seen his true nature on display in the lake, even if she could have done without the terror she’d felt while believing Gabrielle was in danger and she’d failed her. She would miss her parents and her sister terribly, but at least they would go home knowing that she was in good hands.

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“I have not yet thanked you for saving Gabrielle,” Fleur said, squeezing Harry’s hand as she led him over and sat him down on the edge of her bed in the Beauxbatons carriage.

“What do you mean?” Harry shrugged. “You did thank me. Quite a lot, actually. And anyway, she was never in any actual danger. Ron made sure to tell me how thick I was for taking the song seriously and staying behind when you didn’t show up.”

“You weren’t the only one who believed it,” Fleur said, shaking her head and squeezing his hand tighter as she sat beside him. Cedric Diggory had been legitimately worried about his girlfriend Cho as well. Viktor didn’t speak much to any of his fellow champions, so Fleur wasn’t sure if his prominent scowl by the lake had been out of concern for his hostage or simply intense focus on the task. But it wasn’t either of the other champions Fleur was concerned with. “I believed it. I thought Gabrielle was in danger down there. I thought she was—I thought she might be…”

“I know,” Harry said quietly, stepping in when she couldn’t bring herself to complete the awful thought. Even now, more than a full day later, and knowing that she’d never been in any danger, the memory of her terror and her feeling of failure could still choke her up. His fingers rubbed the back of her hand, and she drew comfort from it, calming herself before she could walk too far down that morose path. She feared that she would relive the terror of the Second Task in her nightmares for quite some time to come, but she did not wish to have it ruin her mood now. She had a very special surprise that she wished to give to her lover, and nightmares had no business interfering in what was to be a moment they would both remember forever.

“The point is, in both our minds, Gabrielle’s safety was in question,” Fleur said after taking a deep breath to steady herself. Harry nodded slowly. Fleur still believed that she wasn’t wrong to fear for her sister’s safety, given that not all of Albus Dumbledore’s plans and safety measures were flawless, as had been demonstrated multiple times. But that wasn’t what this was about. “You knew that I was worried about her, and when I could not make it to her, you made sure that she made it back safe, even with the mermen trying to stop you.”

“I did,” Harry agreed. “But you don’t have to thank me for that, Fleur. You already did, several times, but you never needed to in the first place. I just did what was right.” He shrugged. “Or what I thought was right, at least.”

“And that is just one of many reasons why I love you as I do, Harry Potter,” Fleur whispered while staring intently into his emerald eyes, making him blush. “You saved my sister and expected nothing in return. But I am never going to let my hero go unrewarded. Now that we are finally alone, I can show you how much I appreciate you.”

She put her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. Harry sighed against her lips, hugged her around the waist, and kissed her back immediately. He might believe that he hadn’t done anything special and that she didn’t owe him any thanks, but he was perfectly happy to return her kiss.

It did not take long for their kiss to heat up, with Fleur’s tongue going into Harry’s mouth and his hands stroking her back through her pale blue Beauxbatons robes. Fleur moaned, loving the feeling of his hands on her back, even through her robes. She loved it any time that her mate touched her, but she loved it even more when he took the initiative and touched her without her prompting. Feeling her arousal building steadily, Fleur rocked her hips back and forth, grinding in Harry’s lap. He groaned into her mouth, and his hands pinched her back through her robes, showing his excitement at her humping. The most telling sign of all, though, was how quickly she felt his bulge pushing against her. She broke their kiss, smiling at him as he caught his breath.

“This is what I was waiting to feel,” she said, giving her hips another rock and making him groan. “We will need it for your reward. But first, we must remove all of this pesky clothing.” Fleur’s fingers undid Harry’s white shirt one button at a time, and she pulled the shirt open to kiss his bare chest beneath. Harry, getting the hint, moved his hands underneath her Beauxbatons robes and began to slide them up her body. By the time she’d gotten his shirt off and her hands went to work on his trousers, Harry succeeded in pulling her blue robes over her head and tossing them onto the floor.

Fleur was wearing only her bra and panties beneath the warm school robes, so once she got his trousers off of his feet with his help, they were both down to just their underwear. She quickly threw her arms around him and kissed him again, but they were only kissing for a few seconds before she rolled onto her back, pulling Harry with her so he was on top of her. Most men probably would have been driven so mad with lust that they mounted her and humped her at once, but Harry used his position on top to give Fleur another deep kiss while his hands touched her body. His fingers danced across her chest, belly, and legs, making her shiver and moan into his mouth. He knew full well what his touch did to her, and he made the most of that knowledge. Now, it was she who felt tempted to push him down and hump him frantically. She did not give in to that temptation, though. Fleur had a plan for what she wanted to do and what she wanted to give him. As enjoyable as a quick, rough fuck would have been, it would only get in the way of the special reward she wished to give her mate.

She allowed Harry to kiss her and touch her at his own pace, knowing that he would move to get her naked soon enough. Besides, she enjoyed every moment of his lips moving against hers and his hands touching her skin. As much as she was looking forward to giving him her special surprise, she was not in any hurry to move on from their passionate snog.

Harry’s hands started to gently squeeze her breasts through her bra, which was a sign that he was about to get her naked. He used to always wait for her to take charge at a moment like this, but he was confident enough now to reach around and undo her bra without her encouraging him to do so. Harry knew that she wanted him, and he also knew how excited she would be to have him take her bra off and touch her breasts directly. After tossing her bra aside, he cupped her boobs and gave them a slight squeeze. The gentle pressure was more than enough to get Fleur to moan into his mouth, run her hands down his back, and writhe beneath him.

He continued to play with her breasts and lightly rub her nipples with his fingers while he broke away from her lips and kissed his way down her body, moving down her throat and chest on his way to her breasts. Even here, Harry demonstrated how much his confidence had grown over the two months since he had become her lover. He didn’t just bury his face in her breasts or immediately take one of her nipples into his mouth to suck on. That might not have been so bad at another time, but it wouldn’t have fit the sensual mood that his kisses and touches had been setting up to that point. Instead, he dipped his tongue between her breasts to lick her, planted light kisses around one nipple, and gave it teasing kisses before kissing his way over to her other breast and teasing it in a similar fashion. Having him simply suck on her nipple could have been enjoyable for her, but Harry teasing her and making her anticipate the sucking made the pleasure that much more potent when he finally did pop her nipple into his mouth properly.

After two months together, Harry knew her body much better than anyone else ever could. He knew how to arouse her, and he had the patience to hold back instead of diving in. Along with his mouth teasing her breasts, his hands were doing their part, moving below her belly to stroke her legs and inner thighs. Everything that he did with his hands and his mouth was meant to increase her arousal, and it worked wonders. By the time Harry kissed lower down her body, licking her navel while his right hand lightly stroked her sex through her panties, Fleur was dripping. Harry could probably see her arousal, and he could definitely feel it.

Everything about his momentum told Fleur that Harry intended to slide his body down into position below her so he could put his head between her legs and eat her out. She was seriously tempted to abandon her plan, save her reward for another day, and enjoy the wondrous things that he could do with that vibrating tongue of his that he knew how to use so well. But in the brief period that his mouth left her skin while his thumbs hooked into the string of her panties, Fleur’s arousal cooled just enough for her to remember her intent and strengthen her resolve.

Despite his attempts to brush it off, she would never forget what her lover had done for her in the lake. No matter how often she was told that Gabrielle had not been in actual danger in the lake, she would never stop feeling grateful to him for bringing her sister back with him. Now, just as he had done by staying behind and making it back after the time limit so he could bring Gabrielle back with him, he was again thinking of Fleur above himself and placing her pleasure above his own. But Fleur wouldn't let him, not this time. She allowed him to remove her panties, but before he could move down onto his belly and get his body into position to use his tongue on her, she reached down and placed her hand on top of his.

“Wait, Harry,” she said quietly. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“But I was going to lick you," he said, frowning.

"I know you were," she said. His frown deepened, and he seemed disappointed at being denied the privilege of pleasuring her. It made her smile, seeing how much he looked forward to making her happy. “Any other time, I would be delighted to have you pleasure me. You know how much I adore your tongue.”

“Why are you stopping me, then?” Harry asked.

“Because this time is about you, my hero,” Fleur said. Harry shook his head, looking like he wanted to argue, but her left hand shot out to grab his dick through his underwear. He groaned, his arguments silenced while she rubbed his erection. While she rubbed his dick with her left hand, she stretched out her right arm to grab her wand off of her bedside table where she’d left it.

“What’s the wand for?” Harry asked, staring at it.

“Magic, of course,” she said with a giggle. She took her left hand off of his crotch. “Go ahead and take your underwear off, Harry. I have to do something special to prepare for your reward.”

Harry still looked confused and full of questions, but he knew that her asking him to get naked could only lead to good things for him, so he got to work on pulling his underwear down. While Fleur watched her mate’s erect cock spring into the open, she pointed her wand at her body, waved it around in the motion she’d learned and practiced, and repeated the incantation. She’d privately performed both this spell and the one that followed it several times already over the last month or so, practicing them both to make sure that they worked as intended. She’d known that she would need them sooner or later, and their time had come. Fleur waited for the cooling sensation of the second spell to settle before she smiled at Harry, who was watching her with interest from his knees.

“Do you remember our trip to the prefects’ bath with your egg, Harry?” she prompted.

Harry grinned. “Like I’d ever forget that,” he said. “Having sex with you in the tub was bloody brilliant.”

"It was," Fleur agreed. "But I was not referring to the sex itself. Do you remember our discussion afterward, about whether or not I became worthy of a certain act?" Harry's eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to recall the specifics of a conversation that was nearly two months old, but then his jaw dropped as he realized what she was hinting at.

“Are you serious?” he mumbled, staring at her in disbelief. His reaction reminded her of how he’d acted during their very first night together, when he’d struggled to believe that she wanted him. She was glad that he’d become much more confident and assured in her attraction to him since then, but seeing this reaction gave her a nice bit of nostalgia for those early days of awe.

“I am,” she said, nodding up at him from her back. “I told you that you would get my rear one day. And that day is today. I want you to take my anal virginity, mon amour.”

“You’re sure?” Harry breathed, licking his lips. She didn’t need to ask how he felt about the idea. If she hadn’t already known how much the thought of having anal sex with her turned him on, the hungry glint in his eyes now would have given it away. Despite his hunger, though, he would never dream of going through with it if she showed any reluctance.

“Of course I’m sure,” she said softly. With both hands now free, she reached up and put her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer to her. “Those two spells I just used on myself were charms to clean me and create the proper lubrication to make this comfortable for me.” She could see him trying to gather his thoughts, and knowing him as she now did, she assumed that he was concerned that this was something she was going to suffer through for his sake. Fleur would extinguish that sort of thinking before it could go anywhere. “I want this, Harry. I want to give all of myself to you. Please, be my one and only.”

Harry needed no more convincing. She spread her legs and invited him in, and he quickly grabbed his erection and guided it into position at her rear. Fleur felt the tip poking against her anus, and Harry’s eyes flicked up to her face to check on her before he took the final step. She nodded at him right away.

“Do it, Harry,” she whispered. “Let me give you everything.” Harry exhaled, gave her a jerky nod, and moved his hips forward, sliding the tip of his cock into her rear. This was what Fleur had been waiting for. She was giving her derriere to her mate, sharing a part of her with him that no one else had ever or would ever touch. It was all Harry’s, as it was meant to be.

She could see the dazed look in Harry’s eyes as he finally penetrated her, so she knew that he was amazed by the feeling of being the first and only to claim her previously untouched anus. But he did not lose himself to the bliss of taking a veela’s anal virginity. It was obvious that he was dazed by the pleasure and the tightness welcoming his cock as he slowly slid it deeper into her derriere, but Harry kept his forward push slow and steady. Fleur was glad for it. She’d taken the necessary steps to make this as easy for her body as it could be, but it was still her first time being penetrated in her tight butt. Not to mention, her mate’s phallus was impressively long and thick, which meant that he could have made this quite an ordeal for her, either by selfishly ignoring her needs and caring only about his pleasure or by losing control despite his best effort to put her comfort first.

He could have made this an unpleasant experience for her, but Harry’s patience made it anything but unpleasant. Despite every slight movement bringing him so much pleasure that his limbs were trembling and he almost seemed to be going cross-eyed, he kept his pace steady, giving her slow back-and-forth thrusts that allowed her to ease her way into her first attempt at anal sex.

“This is good?” Harry asked. He hadn’t stopped to check on her with concern, because he was comfortable enough in his skill with sex and his knowledge of her body, her facial expressions, and her emotions to read how she was feeling. Harry could tell that he wasn't hurting her and that she was feeling quite comfortable even with his thick cock now pushing quite deep in her back passage with every deliberate thrust. What he was really checking on was whether she wanted him to stick to this pace, or if she desired a harder, rougher introduction to anal sex now that they’d both gotten comfortable and settled.

“It is perfect, Harry,” she whispered, running her hands along his shoulders and the side of his neck. “Do not change anything.”

From the moment the veela side of her recognized Harry as its mate, Fleur had known that she would inevitably give him her anal virginity at some point. Their first time having anal sex was not proceeding the way it always had in her head, but she did not take issue with the unexpected direction that her reward was going. She had always assumed that anal sex would be an inherently rough endeavor that lent itself to deep, bed-shaking thrusts, firm spanks, perhaps some dirty talk if she could coax it out of him, and certainly plenty of hair-pulling. Fleur expected that she and Harry would test that harder and more aggressive approach to anal sex one day, and she was very curious to see how it felt when the time came.

This, though, was perfect right now. Harry wasn’t fucking her ass. His penis might be sliding back and forth inside of her derriere while he rocked his hips, but even now, he was making love to her. Fleur hadn’t known that anal sex could feel this romantic, but as she stared up into his eyes and watched Harry’s face during his careful movement, she felt his love for her as keenly as she ever had in any position or during any sex act. It was beyond wonderful. After riding a wave of emotions for a day and a half ever since it dawned on her who she was expected to retrieve from the lake, she was convinced that there was nothing that could have made her happier than living this moment with Harry as she shared her body with him utterly.

“I love you, Harry,” she whispered, holding the side of his face and stroking his cheeks. Harry smiled softly at her, but rather than responding verbally, he adjusted his position slightly, stretching out so his body was partially on top of hers. She appreciated any contact between their bodies, but the true appeal of his shift was how easy it made it for him to kiss her. Fleur kissed him back at once, moving her lips against his while he kept up his steady rocking within her rear.

His hands, clever as always, joined in her pleasure and guaranteed that the already perfect anal coupling got even better from Fleur's perspective. As he did before, Harry groped her breasts, stroked her belly, and grazed her inner thighs with his fingers, making her whimper into his mouth and thread her fingers through his hair. But he did not stop at teasing her inner thighs this time. She'd prevented him from using his mouth on her in favor of rewarding him with her anal virginity, but he still found a way to carry out at least a portion of his original intention. His left hand remained on her inner thigh, caressing her skin, but he turned his right wrist sideways so he could stimulate her sex with his fingers while continuing to thrust in her rear.

He could have done just about anything down there at the moment, and it would have worked. But as expected, he made the most of his intimate knowledge of Fleur's body. Rather than going for penetration, his fingers gave her outer pussy lips only brief rubs before zeroing in on their true target, her clit. Harry understood how far along she already was and how much their romantic anal sex had done for her, so he did not waste an undue amount of time teasing her. Instead, his fingers went straight for the delightful circles around and against her clit, giving her the appropriate amount of pressure and direct stimulation.

Fleur whined into Harry's mouth, writhed beneath him, and pulled on his hair slightly. She did not mean to tug his hair, but she couldn't help herself at the moment. The gentle anal sex, the kissing, and all the touching had been exciting enough for her, but his fingers circling her clit was more than she could endure. Fleur was going to lose it, and though she was fairly sure Harry was just as close as she was, she had no say over when or how his end came. Her mate was in the lead here, and the veela could only follow. She whined into his mouth, feeling her body humming with anticipation, but it turned into a surprised gasp as his lips pulled back from hers.

“Je t’aime, Fleur,” he whispered. “Je t'aime tellement.”

I love you. I love you so much.

Fleur’s cry of ecstasy froze in her throat, and her mouth hung open in surprise. Fleur had heard the sentiment from him many times, of course, and she savored it every single time. But this was different, because he'd never said it to her in French. She'd taught him a few French words here and there, but not this phrase. He must have learned it in secret, just as she'd learned the spells that made it possible for their first buggering to go so smoothly. That he'd learned it for her and saved its reveal for such a special moment touched Fleur's heart and made her swoon.

It also saw to it that her climax was one of the most powerful and memorable she’d ever had. Perhaps there had been other orgasms that brought more pure physical pleasure, but as far as fondness, contentment, and love went, this was the sort of peak many witches and veela would count themselves fortunate to experience even once in their lives.

Though she could not peek into Harry's head and read his thoughts, between the jerking of his body as he filled her rear with seemingly endless bursts of semen and the passion behind his kiss as he put his lips on hers once again, she was convinced that claiming her anal virginity and finishing with her was just as powerful an experience for him as it was for her.

Fleur had intended for this to be a treat for Harry, a reward to thank him for saving her sister and show him how much she loved and appreciated him. She should have known that he would find a way to make her feel just as loved and appreciated. As he continued to show her, he could take care of her just as capably as she took care of him.

They were partners, and for the rest of their lives, they would be there for each other.