Fleur art and short scene

Not to toot my own horn, but this is a good Fleur right? Hair seems silvery-blonde, face looks French and supermodelly. Let me know what you think, because I know you've got Fleoughts. (Sorry.)

Also, here's a little scene I wrote for this artwork, as a little apology for all the late chapters. (Chapters releasing tomorrow for all tiers).

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"'Arry, what are you doing?"

"Hold on, I'm almost there." Harry said, his tongue extended as he balanced the camera on the tripod. Colin Creevey had been happy to lend it to him, but he knew he had to make sure to delete the photos after. Little perv.

"Eef you wanted me to pose wet in a lake, zere are plenty in France." She pouted, throwing her silvery-blonde hair behind her to ensure it caught the light.

Harry grinned. She was a natural model. "I wanted Hogwarts as the background, beautiful."

"Beauxbatons est plus charmant." She muttered under her breath, but she gave him a sultry look anyway as he clicked away.

"God...you look so sexy."

"Oui, I know." Fleur sniffed, but she was smiling, sticking her chest out.

"What is that shirt, by the way?" Harry said, looking through the viewfinder.

Fleur huffed. "Zat bossy Bones girl said zat, when we are theenking of you, we should not just masturber all ze time." She rolled her eyes. "Apparemment, I 'ave to contribute to ze harem in meaningful ways, oui?"

"And this contributes?"

"Oui." She scoffed. "Susan wants to monetise ze Potter brand, so we 'ave to make product suggestions." She arched her back proudly. "I designed ze logo and ironed eet on."

"It's lovely."

Fleur scanned him for any sign of deception but found nothing. "You can take photos wiz ze shirt off too, non?"

"We'll get there, baby." Harry chuckled.

She squirmed her thighs together. "You promised me sex." She whined.

"I will baby, I just want to make some photos for the boys. I owe them something nice."

Fleur gasped in shock, her hand to her mouth. "You mean you are monetizing my sexualité for your, 'ow do you say, patriarchy?"

Harry blinked in surprise and he just looked at her blankly for a long moment before he caught her lips twitching. "You! You've been hanging out with Hermione."

"Too much, oui." Fleur laughed gaily. "I understand nuzzing of what she says or means, but I admire 'er spirit and 'er tongue." She beamed at him. "You should 'ave told me you were showing me off, 'Arry." She pulled at her panties to ensure they hugged her lips even tighter, and pinched her peaks to make them harder.

"...you're not mad?"

"Non." Fleur sniffed derisively, before she pushed herself gracefully off the side of the bridge and, landing on her knees, began to crawl towards him. "You can take some more when you 'ave finished on my face."

Harry groaned as she fished him out and began her ministrations. "Deal."