FIC: Guiding Harry Chapter 7: Valentine's Day (October 2024)

Summary: Harry has been working hard to prepare for the Second Task, but Fleur decides to help him relax and enjoy a break for romance on Valentine’s Day. (Harry/Fleur)

“I hope you enjoyed your reward, Harry,” Fleur said, smiling at her lover as she wiped her lips. “You have made significant progress.” Harry groaned, still reeling from the pleasure she’d just given him with her mouth. He’d earned that pleasure, too.

Harry had begun to search for gillyweed within a day of Hermione’s discovery, but almost the entire yearly stock of the magical plant had already been accounted for. There was only so much gillyweed that could be gathered from the Mediterranean Sea in one season, and between its usage in the gillywater beverage and as an ingredient in multiple potions, the bulk of it was bought up before it was even gathered. There were channels an individual could go through to try and acquire some even if they weren’t licensed potioneers or ingredient suppliers, but the waitlist was long. Harry had gone through the proper channels, and Fleur had even had her father use his contacts to attempt to acquire some raw gillyweed, but time was running out. If Harry had known of his need for gillyweed several months ahead of time, he likely could have gotten some without much difficulty, even if it would have been expensive. But there were less than two weeks remaining until the Second Task, and unless a miracle occurred, it didn’t look like Harry would be able to get his hands on gillyweed in time to use it for breathing underwater and retrieving whatever the tournament organizers put in the lake for him to find.

That made his efforts to master the Bubble-Head Charm even more important, and Harry continued to put his all into reliably casting the charm and having it hold for as long as he needed it to. By this point, his protective bubble reliably lasted long enough that Fleur had begun trying to disrupt him in the water rather than simply offering a target for him to swim to. The first few times she’d played the role of obstacle rather than goal, she’d been able to break through his bubble with her magic easily. But he'd learned from that experience and strengthened his bubble to the point that it was getting very difficult for her to try and break it at all. It was now durable enough that she had to try and use very particular spells to pop it, and he'd learned how to protect himself against those attacks while also avoiding any obstacles that might get in his way as they swam in the lake.

Today had been his finest performance yet, and Fleur had seen fit to reward her lover by sucking him dry once they were back inside. She was very proud of the effort her boyfriend was putting in and the growth he continued to show. Seeing him sitting there in a daze, fresh off of his orgasm, made her smile and feel content in knowing that she'd done her part to motivate him to do his best and provide him with fitting rewards as his work paid off.

“We will continue to explore the possibility of acquiring gillyweed,” Fleur said as she took a seat next to Harry and cuddled into his side. “But if you can’t manage to get any at the last minute, I believe your Bubble-Head Charm is good enough for you to rely on it during the task.”

“I still want to work on it some more,” Harry said, now coherent enough to talk after his orgasm. “And I need to do some more swimming in the lake, too.”

“I will gladly help you with both, and I’m pleased that you are so diligent about preparing for the task,” Fleur said. His focus was a marked change from his attitude when she first got to know him, when he hadn’t figured out what he was supposed to do with his golden egg and wasn’t putting any effort into solving it. She knew that she had been the catalyst behind that change, and she took pride in it. “But I think you’ve earned at least one day off from all of the studying and training we’ve been doing. Sunday will be perfect, I think. It’s an important day, you know.”

“Is it?" Harry mumbled. Fleur waited for a few seconds for him to figure it out and then grinned when she felt him flinch and heard him gasp. "Valentine's Day! Bloody hell, I almost forgot! It's not a Hogsmeade weekend or anything, but we should still do something together for it. I mean, I did decide on something to get you, but I've been so focused on working on my swimming and the charm and trying to find some gillyweed just in case, that I didn't think to plan anything for it."

“Do not worry, Harry,” Fleur said, interrupting him before he could continue his panicked rambling. “You put so much thought into our Hogsmeade date, and you’re working hard to prepare for the task as well. Just get me whatever gift you have in mind, and leave the planning for Valentine’s Day to me.” She snuggled closer and draped her arm over his chest. “It is my first Valentine’s Day with my mate, and I will make it a memorable one.”

--

They were to remain on the castle grounds, but Fleur was still intent on making their first Valentine’s Day together special.

Based on the way he’d looked at her when she first mentioned making plans for them to spend the entire day together, Harry probably expected her to drag him back to her room in the carriage for a daylong sex marathon. Fleur wouldn’t deny that she’d briefly entertained that possibility, but she decided to instead plan out a day that allowed them to enjoy more than just each other’s bodies.

There would be plenty of sex, naturally, but it could wait until later. Despite what some people chose to believe about veela, Fleur was just as concerned with making her lover happy outside of the bedroom as she was within it. Before she took her clothes off, Fleur wanted to find other ways to show her mate that she cared about him and wanted to make him happy. Harry had put thought into what shops in Hogsmeade would be of greatest interest to her, and similarly, she wanted to spend her Valentine's Day enjoying her lover's company while doing things she thought he would enjoy and she could enjoy with him. When she set her mind to that, it didn’t take her long to figure out what Harry’s ideal daytime activity would be.

She could see that Harry was curious about what she had planned as they left the Great Hall after breakfast and made their way onto the grounds, with his Firebolt tucked under one arm and holding her hand with the other. Hermione and others had asked him why he'd brought his broom to breakfast, and he'd just shrugged and said that Fleur told him to. She hadn't explained what she had in mind, and he still didn't know what was going on even as they walked onto the grounds and made their way toward the quidditch pitch. He was probably waiting for her to explain, but since she still hadn't filled him in, his curiosity finally got the better of him.

“So, uh, are we going flying together?” he asked slowly. It was the obvious conclusion, of course.

"Yes." Her answer, though simple, only seemed to confuse him more.

“Okay. You know I love to fly, so that’s fine with me if you really want to.” He frowned and turned his head to look at her from every angle, and not because he was trying to stare at her butt (this time, anyway.) “It’s just, it doesn’t look like you brought a broom with you.”

“I didn’t,” Fleur said, continuing to hold his hand and lead him along.

“Ah. So, I guess we’re going to stop by the broomshed first, so you can borrow one of the school brooms?”

“No.” Her boyfriend was growing more confused with each answer, and Fleur enjoyed it. She might have enjoyed dragging this answer out even longer, but they’d reached the Hogwarts quidditch pitch, so it was time to reveal the first thing she had planned for their Valentine’s Day date.

“I don’t own a broomstick, nor do I need to borrow one from the school," she said. "I'm going to ride yours." His eyebrows shot up, and Fleur realized that he still didn't get what she was proposing. He assumed that she meant she wanted to fly his broom herself, but she had something more intimate in mind. The idea had been in her head since their Hogsmeade date the previous month when she'd gone into Sprintwitches Sporting Needs with him and realized for the first time just how much flying meant to him. "Get on your broom, Harry." She let go of his hand. "And leave room for me to get on behind you."

It took him a second to understand what she meant, but once he did, his eyes widened, and he hurried to put his broom between his legs. Fleur laughed and moved in behind him, preparing to take her first-ever two-person broomstick ride. It was a tight squeeze for both of them to fit on the same broom, but that was half the point of Fleur wanting to do this in the first place. She had to cuddle in close behind Harry on his broom to fit on it while still giving him the control he needed over it. Her body pressed against his back, and her arms went around his waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked her. “Ready for me to take us into the air?”

"Oui," she said. "Take us up, Harry." She held his waist tighter, both to be sure that she was secure and because she could never be too close to her lover, in her opinion.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve never tried this before, so I’ll take it slow. Let me know if you need me to stop or slow down or anything.”

“I will. But I am sure it will be fine.” She gave him a little squeeze. “I trust you, Harry.” Harry took a breath, and then he kicked them off of the ground and into the air.

True to his word, Harry kept their flight very slow to begin with. They remained close enough to the ground that Fleur doubted she would have even sprained an ankle if she happened to fall off, and they moved at a speed similar to what Fleur could remember from her flying lessons when she was still a girl. She didn’t mind the slow beginning. This was mostly just an excuse for her to cuddle her boyfriend while he did something that he enjoyed; the flying itself was secondary for her.

But then she remembered one of the conversations they’d had about flying, where he explained how free he felt while high up in the air on his broomstick. The way he described it, flying offered him the ability to forget about everything that went along with being Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and simply enjoy the view he had of the world from up there. He was staying slow and low to the ground for her comfort, but he couldn’t possibly feel that sense of freedom like this.

“Take us up higher, Harry,” she said. “I want to see the view of the world that makes you feel so free.”

"Hold on," he cautioned before lifting the broom higher. It was a gradual elevation, but Fleur's instincts still wanted to protect her from feeling helpless while ascending on a broom over which she had no control. She ignored that basic human instinct, though. She trusted Harry, and that trust allowed her to relax and hold on as he took them higher into the air.

While she was at least passably competent at flying and could use a broomstick for travel if absolutely necessary, Fleur had never particularly cared for it. She hadn't ridden a broom at all in a couple of years and could have gone several more years without feeling any need to mount one. But flying through the air had a very different feeling for her when she was sharing her broomstick with Harry. She didn’t have to put any thought into handling the broom, and there was nothing in particular for her to do. She was able to just hold on tight to her mate and enjoy their closeness and trust as he flew them around the pitch.

He gave a little whoop of joy as he sped up, and Fleur smiled and nuzzled her cheek against his back. His joy was infectious, and she was glad to share in it. While she’d claimed that she wanted to see his view of the world from up here, she barely bothered to look down, only catching brief glimpses of the pitch or the rest of the castle grounds when she glanced down. It wasn’t that she was afraid of heights, feeling queasy, or anything of the sort. She felt perfectly comfortable on that broomstick, hugging Harry close from behind and trusting him to take them through the air and keep them safe.

For Fleur, this ride wasn’t about getting a look at Hogwarts from above. She’d already seen it from the air when she and the rest of the Beauxbatons delegation arrived in their flying carriage. This was all about bonding with her boyfriend and being with him while he did something he loved. Even if she didn’t feel that same rush of freedom that Harry felt from getting on his broom and soaring through the skies, she could feel his joy with every turn he put his Firebolt through as they flew above the Hogwarts grounds.

That was all she cared about. What need did she have to look around or below when she had everything she wanted directly in front of her and in her arms?

--

“You enjoyed it?” Fleur asked. She already knew that Harry had enjoyed the dinner she’d prepared. He’d commented on it several times while they were eating, and she’d also been around him and gotten to know him well enough that she felt she didn’t have any trouble telling when he was trying to lie. But she never tired of hearing her mate praise her. His approval more than made up for the distrust and hostility that most of her peers viewed her with (the ones who didn’t drool all over themselves while daydreaming about fucking her, at least.)

“Are you kidding?” Harry asked, pushing his now empty plate away. “Everything was great, Fleur. Thank you for making it all.”

“It was my pleasure, Harry,” she said, stroking his left hand that sat on the small table she’d set up in her room on the carriage. “I understand what mama meant now.” Harry looked at her curiously, and she giggled. “Cooking was always something I did without much enthusiasm. But cooking for my mate, and hearing him praise me? That makes cooking something fun. As long as you continue to tell me how wonderful it is, I believe I could get used to cooking for you every day.” Harry blushed, but he didn’t look away.

“It really was great. I didn’t even know you could cook, but you could have told me the Hogwarts elves made this and I probably would have believed you.”

“The magic does most of the cooking, I must admit,” she laughed. “But yes, my mother taught my sister and I what we needed to know. And I’ve eaten dinner with you often enough to learn your favorite dishes. I only needed to write home to mama for advice on how to make them properly.” She shrugged. “I apologize if the food did not quite live up to what the Hogwarts elves make, but I wanted to try making it myself this time.”

“Seriously, it was just as good as anything I’ve eaten at Hogwarts,” he said, nodding his head. “You might give Mrs. Weasley a run for her money. Just, uh, don’t tell her I said that.”

“I promise.” Fleur was amused by the idea of Harry being more frightened of Ron Weasley’s mother than he was of some of the threats he’d faced in this school. With both their plates cleared, Fleur picked up her wand and used a spell to clean them both off before levitating them off to the side, to be returned to the Hogwarts kitchens later. She stood up from the small conjured table, and Harry followed her example and stood as well.

“Today has been great,” Harry said, watching as she vanished the table. “Thanks for planning it all.”

“It has been a wonderful day,” Fleur agreed. They’d spent a lot of time flying, and after showering separately, they’d simply enjoyed each other’s company and chatted about nothing in particular until Fleur excused herself to prepare dinner. While it had been rather understated, as Valentine’s Day dates went, Fleur felt that it was just what Harry needed. After all the work he'd been putting in to prepare for the Second Task, he needed to take a day off, relax, and enjoy himself. "It is not done yet, though."

“Right!” Fleur had intended for that to be her opening to turn their evening from relaxing to exciting, but Harry used the opening for his own purposes. He reached into the bag he’d brought with him and pulled out a small box. Fleur recognized the heart shape and the red and white design on that box instantly and gave a little gasp when she saw it.

“Is that Matisse?” she asked, staring at the box. She knew it had to be. Boxes with that exact shape and design had been making her day since she was a little girl.

“Yeah. You mentioned your favorite sweets shop from back home often enough that I didn’t have to think much about what I should get you for Valentine’s Day. I just wrote to your mother asking her to help me place an order and get it delivered here.” He chuckled. “The hardest part was getting it here without you noticing.” He held the box out toward her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Fleur.”

“Merci!” she said, snatching the box from his hands and opening it up eagerly. She saw several of her favorites inside, but just before she could pick one up and take a bite, she saw Harry standing there watching her. Fleur pulled her hand back, realizing that she could enjoy her favorite sweets in a brand-new way. This could be her opening, after all.

“Thank you very much for the gift, Harry,” she said. “Would you do me a favor and go wait for me in my bed, please? And keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

Harry knew better than to ask questions, especially since he had a very good idea of where things would ultimately lead any time he got into her bed. She waited for him to climb into the bed and close his eyes before she put the box down for the moment and began to undress.

“No peeking,” she warned him, knowing that he had to be tempted to look now that he could hear her pulling her clothes off. But Harry didn’t break the rules as far as she could tell, even as his wait stretched on longer than it would have if she’d simply been undressing. She took every piece of clothing she'd been wearing off but then changed into something she'd gotten specifically for this night. Fleur examined herself in her mirror after she'd finished putting it all on and smiled at her reflection. Going nude would have worked well enough, and been faster, but she was confident Harry would enjoy seeing this on her. She walked to stand next to the bed, struck a pose, and spoke again to relieve his anticipation.

“You can open your eyes now, mon amour," she purred. Harry's eyes opened quickly and then went wide as he saw her.

“Bloody hell,” he said, looking her up and down. “You weren’t wearing that under your clothes all day, were you?”

“Absolutely not!” Fleur said, giggling. “This would have been very uncomfortable to wear while out and moving around the castle, let alone flying on a broomstick.” She lifted one of her arms, drawing attention to the fishnet gloves that ran from her fingers all the way up nearly to her elbows. “Besides, you would have noticed if I was wearing these, yes?”

“Definitely,” Harry agreed. She’d changed into red fishnet lingerie that she’d purchased specifically to show off for him on this night. Aside from the gloves, there was a matching bra with straps in the shape of a V that ran through her cleavage, and a garter belt that connected to stockings, all of it matching. He couldn’t seem to decide where he wanted to look at first, and Fleur smiled and preened for him. She lived for this sort of attention from her mate, and she was getting it.

“Do you like it?” she asked playfully. She lifted her left foot up to rub against her right leg, making him stare at the stockings. His attention had been slightly higher up for a bit, which she understood, but she wanted to make sure he appreciated every piece of her Valentine’s Day treat.

“I’ve never seen any clothes sexier than that,” he said, making her laugh. “Which is saying something since everything I’ve ever seen you in is so bloody hot.” He licked his lips, and his eyes again went above the stockings, stopping before they made it up to the garter belt. That was where his attention was increasingly being focused, and with good reason.

“I see you’ve noticed something missing,” she teased. “This set did come with matching underwear, if you’re curious. I decided to try going without them, but if you’d prefer to see the full set, I’d be happy to put them on and—”

“No,” Harry said quickly. He gave a sheepish grin when she laughed at his vehement opposition to the idea of her putting on underwear but shook his head, not stammering or trying to hide what he wanted. "This looks brilliant the way it is."

“I agree,” Fleur said, smiling. Forgoing the panties meant that he could stare at her smooth sex right now, and it also meant that when she went to make love to him, she wouldn’t have to take anything else off. But she wasn’t going to jump straight to sex. It was coming, and soon, but there was something else she wanted to try first.

“Wait right there for me,” she said. After getting a nod from him, she reached back into the box of Matisse Chocolat he’d given her and pulled out a piece of chocolate. She held the chocolate between her fingers as she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him, and once she planted her knees on either side of his legs and straddled him, she held the chocolate out. “Do you want to taste it, Harry?”

Harry nodded, and his shoulders came up as he went to bite the chocolate. Just before his mouth could reach it, though, she snatched the sweet back.

“Ah, ah.” She wagged her left pointer finger at him, grinning. “Not like that.” She brought the chocolate to her mouth and held it between her teeth, careful not to bite into it. She moved her face closer to his, waiting for him to take the hint.

She did not have to wait long. Harry’s face moved in to meet hers, and he opened his mouth and bit into the other end of the chocolate. Fleur immediately let go of her end and used her tongue to slide the chocolate into her lover's mouth, with her tongue naturally remaining rather than pulling back to let him sample the chocolate. It was doubtful that Harry could properly appreciate the rich sweetness of Matisse Chocolat based on this kiss, and he wouldn't yet understand why seeing that heart-shaped red and white box instantly made her smile and lifted her spirits. But he would also never forget that his first sample of her favorite sweet came while they kissed in her bed on Valentine's Day, so perhaps, in his own way, he would come to appreciate that lovely box just as much as she did.

Fleur kissed Harry until the chocolate melted in their mouths and continued to kiss him after they'd swallowed what remained. Her lips still covered his even as she put her arms around his shoulders and leaned into him, easing him backward until he was lying flat on his back in the middle of her bed, right where he was meant to be.

The only obstacle standing between her and what she wanted was easily dealt with. Fleur reached between their bodies to unzip Harry's trousers while they kissed, and he lifted his hips and wiggled to help her get them down his legs, along with his boxer shorts. She took care of his shirt next and tossed it away. It hadn't even hit the floor beside her bed before she grabbed Harry's cock and wiggled into position above him.

She didn’t move straight to penetration, though. Instead, she pressed her pussy lips against the underside of his cock and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against him. He groaned into their kiss, at least until Fleur broke away and sat up straight. She wanted to make it clear how this was going to go, lest he get any ideas about trying to become more active.

“You’re to sit back and relax,” she said, staring down at him. “Today is your day off, and that continues even now. You will relax and enjoy yourself, and I will handle everything.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry said, groaning at her continued grinding.

“Good boy.” Fleur brought her hands up to Harry’s shoulders and continued to grind against his cock, in no hurry to stick it inside of her. Even if the veela side of her hungered for release, she was having too much fun to rush things along.

While she was sure this felt good for him, Harry had to also be feeling some frustration the longer she kept sliding her pussy lips along the underside of his cock. But his frustration didn’t cause him to grab her hips and try to force her to put it inside. He kept his hands to himself and stared up at her, groaning while she rocked on him. It was quite enjoyable for Fleur, hearing her lover groan like this without the need for penetration. But when she saw precum dripping out of his cock and onto his chest, she realized it was time to stop teasing. She grabbed his cock again, holding it steady so she could slide down onto it, making him groan for a different reason this time.

Though there was penetration now, Fleur still did not hurry. She took her time in going beyond the shallowest of penetration, and when she did finally fit all of his cock inside of her, she didn’t pull back to begin bouncing on him. Fleur continued to take her time, avoiding the mindless lust that often compelled her when she got her mate in bed and instead settling into a soft rocking. She wasn't out to fuck her lover this time or test how quickly she could make him cum. Fleur wanted to help him relax after all the effort he'd been putting into preparing for the Second Task, and slow lovemaking felt like it would relax him far more than slamming her body up and down and riding him aggressively. Fucking her mate was always fun, but it wasn't what either of them needed right now. This was the sensual dance of lovers, and Fleur could think of no better way to help her mate enjoy his day off, nor could she think of anything she'd rather be doing on Valentine's Day.

The only thing missing was kissing, and Fleur took care of that soon enough as well. She laid down on top of him, pressing her breasts against his chest and putting her arms around him just below his neck. She started to kiss him again and gently sucked on his upper lip while she slowly, sensually moved her hips back and forth, sliding his cock around inside of her. Harry's hips started to lift up to match her rocking, and even though she'd told him to relax and leave everything to her, she didn't object. He wasn't trying to fuck her or speed things up, and he may not have even realized that his hips were moving. His body was simply dancing to her tune, and that wasn’t something she could get upset about. Their bodies fit together too perfectly.

One of Harry's hands came up and held onto the back of her head, but he didn't pull on her hair or try to push her into a deeper kiss. His hand just rested there, like he needed to touch her as badly as she always needed to touch him. He wasn't a veela and couldn't have that natural instinct to seek out constant physical contact with his mate any time she was near, but Fleur liked the idea of him having developed a craving to touch her over the slightly less than two months they had been together. She already knew she would never be able to get enough of touching him, kissing him, and loving him, and she wanted him to feel the same way about her.

She did not consciously decide to speed up, but there was a noticeable increase in the rocking of her hips once she felt him grab her head. Fleur was aware of it, but she did nothing to stop it or delay what was coming. Tonight wasn’t about rushing to finish, but it was not about denying themselves either. The point was for them to relax, take their mind off of the tournament for a day, and bask in the romance of spending their first Valentine's Day together. Her getting sucked into the passionate rhythm of making love with her mate on this romantic day wasn’t something to be rejected. Her need was to be embraced, and embrace it was exactly what Fleur did. She kept rocking her hips while passionately kissing her lover, not willing to let go of the way grinding on him and feeling his desire for her made her crave more of him.

Harry groaned into her mouth, and his right hand came up to hold onto her back, resting on her skin just below her bra. His second hand grabbing onto her body came just as his hips humped up, and she felt his seed rush into her. Though Fleur had sensed he would hit his orgasm soon, she still gasped sharply as she felt it happen. No matter how many times she had sex with him or felt him cum inside her, it was a sensation and a feeling of completeness that deeply satisfied her every single time. The veela rejoiced at claiming its mate’s seed, as ever. And her human side loved that she could make Harry feel this way. Whether they were shagging roughly or making tender love and embracing romance rather than lust, that euphoria at the moment of his release remained consistent. Fleur hoped she never lost that feeling for as long as she lived.

With Harry cumming inside her and her satisfaction at its highest, the arrival of Fleur's own climax was the most natural thing in the world. Her walls contracting and squeezing his cock as she came made Harry groan and hump, pulling a few more spurts out of his balls just when he’d seemed spent. They continued to move together, their hips matching each other’s pace until they’d successfully ridden out their mutual pleasure. When they were done, she remained on top of him, lightly kissing him while he put both arms around her and hugged her, holding her on top of him and keeping their bodies in intimate contact even with the sex finished, at least for the moment.

Fleur knew that their night wasn't over. Harry had proven himself capable of going more than once when they had time for it, and today, with the pair setting thoughts of the Second Task aside and choosing to enjoy a romantic day and evening together, they had as much time as they needed.

More lovemaking was still to come this evening, and perhaps they could mix in some fucking as well. And aside from all the sexual pleasure that awaited her and the cuddling and physical intimacy that meant nearly as much to Fleur as any orgasm, she also had a nearly full box of the best chocolate in the world waiting for her.

It was far and away the best Valentine’s Day Fleur had ever had, and she knew that it would always remain a fond memory for her. But if all the progress Harry had made and continued to make as a lover and a wizard over their little less than two months together was anything to go by, she had a feeling her mate would continue to make this a wonderful holiday for her in the years and decades they were going to have together in the future.