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"He spoke to me during lunch." Harry said. "He was asking about my plans for the holidays."
"He insisted that you stay at the school?" Julian asked.
"No... He urged me to consider accepting the invitation from the Weasley's." Harry said.
"Them again?" Julian took a sip of wine. "Why does he keep insisting you stay with them?"
"Because he's senile that's what." Harry muttered. "I don't know the Weasley's that well... except for the twins."
"Ah yes... your two cohorts." Julian replied. "Has Nicholas managed to replicate the map?"
"It took a while but he finally figured it out. The old man was amazed at the charms in the map." Harry said. "It uses the ward matrix of Hogwarts to help update the map's database."
"That will help you in your latest mission." Julian said. "I'm surprised that you managed to stumble into a relic of the Marauders. Their exploits have even reached Beauxbatons when I was student here."
"The weird thing is I always appeared on the map as Prongs Junior." Harry said. "Do you think my father was Prongs?"
"It's possible." Julian said. "The personalities imbedded in the map must have recognized you as the son of James Potter."
"Who are these marauders papa?" Fleur asked.
"They were famous pranksters in my day, flower." Julian said. "I heard rumors that they were never caught, even once when setting up their pranks."
"Flour?" Harry grinned, looking at his future wife.
"It's Flower!" Fleur said. "Papa used to call me that when I was growing up."
"Julian called you Flour?" Harry teased. He cocked his head to one side and looked at the Delacour heiress. "Nice."
"Don't call me that!" Fleur snapped.
"What, Flour?" Harry asked innocently.
Fleur scowled and decided to use her weapon. She licked her lips to make sure they were wet with saliva and leaned down and kissed her betrothed's cheek.
"Oh gross!" Harry rubbed the spot where the quarter veela kissed him.
Fleur grinned. "Hah! You are powerless Harry. There is only one way to fight me back."
"What... Flour?" Harry asked, emphasizing the last word.
"Fight fire with fire. You must kiss me back." Fleur grinned.
Harry's eyes bugged out and he looked at Julian and Apolline who were hiding their smiles in their goblets. He gave Fleur a wounded look and returned to his dinner. "This sucks."
News of Harry Potter's betrothal to a Fleur Delacour was received with surprise from most students. The Slytherins took the news like it was an everyday affair, after all the tradition was still practiced widely in their house.
During the next edition of the Daily Prophet, the picture of Fleur Delacour in her Beauxbatons school uniform was splattered in the front page. Many boys whistled in appreciation when they saw her picture and gave Harry knowing looks and thumbs up signs, congratulating him for a fine catch.
Tales of Veela's sexual prowess sprouted from the boys' dormitories, and rumors circulated about how young Harry managed to tire out his betrothed while 'playing' in his bed. Older boys began to approach the quiet and aloof Boy-Who-Lived, asking him for tips on techniques to Harry's confusion. It did not help Harry when he was accosted by his roommate and the older Ravenclaws one morning, demanding that he gave details on his play dates with Fleur.
"C'mon Harry... give us details." Michael Corner asked one afternoon while Harry finished his Astronomy chart.
Harry looked back at his roommate and the other boys that suddenly surrounded his usual spot in the Ravenclaw common room.
"Why do you need details?" Harry asked, scratching the back of his head. "It's just playing."
"Harry... most of us never experienced 'playing' before." Michael said. "Please?"
Harry looked at the boys around him with sympathy. "You have such sad childhoods... you never even did it?"
"Don't stick in our faces." A seventh year scowled. "C'mon Potter... details."
"Fine... Fleur likes to cheat sometimes." Harry said as he continued mapping out his chart. "She likes to pretend that she's some Veela goddess."
"You... you role play?" A sixth year student asked.
"Of course..." Harry replied. "Otherwise we wouldn't enjoy playing with each other. Even though she cheats, I usually overwhelm her with superior strategy."
"Overwhelm?"
"Yup." Harry remembered the time where Fleur's dolls were massacred from a hidden battalion of Snake eyes. "She always gets beaten by my Snake eyes."
"Snake?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, that's what I call my toy. She always submits to that." Harry grinned. "Sometimes though, it gets too rough... but I think she enjoys it. She doesn't care if some of her Veela goddess gets hurt. We repair the damage after everything's finished."
The boys exchanged wide eyed looks with one another. As one, they moved closer around Harry, eager to hear more.
"But I think we're growing tired of it..." Harry mused. "Fleur said that she wants to do other things, explore new ways to have fun. I think we'll try the beach next. Playing in the sand is lots of fun."
"You're so lucky..." The seventh year said.
"And kinky." Another boy added.
Harry gave his poor depraved classmates another sympathetic look before returning to his star chart to finish his assignment.
"Greetings oh betrothed one!"
Harry swallowed the food he was chewing and wrapped the remains of his half eaten sandwich and placed it in his bag. It was prepared by Penny, and it would be a waste to throw a sandwich that good.
"Hello Gred, Forge." The young thief said. He sat down on the vacant chair and grinned at the twins. "Betrothed one?"
"News of your betrothal shattered many young hearts..." George Weasley said.
"...and the envy of most of the boys in Gryffindor house. That Veela chick is quite a catch." Fred added.
"I was lucky." Harry said. "I've got something for you."
"At last!" Fred said. "We couldn't do our Hogsmeade runs without the map. Did you manage to duplicate it?"
"It took some time." Harry pulled out to pieces of parchment, one was old and worn while the other was brand new. He handed it to Fred Weasley and showed off his own version of the map. He placed it in the table and tapped it with his wand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
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