Chapter 36

Harry stood still in his naked glory, enjoying the silence that followed the gasp. "Come on, Fleur, it's not good to waste water," he said even as he stepped under the water, enjoying the way her allure intensified even further as she watched the scene. He knew that she found him attractive, but additional evidence was always welcome.

It took a minute for Fleur to gather the necessary courage to slip out of the invisibility cloak. The sight of her blushing face put a smile on his face, especially when she spoke with a stuttering tone. "Harry, I was…" she said, but when he met her gaze with an amused glare, the rest of her sentence disappeared into a whisper that was impossible to hear. Harry kept his gaze on her face, and she turned her head in a vain attempt to control her blush, a tactic that backfired when her gaze fell down to his midsection and met with his erection instead.

"Come on, Fleur, you obviously have something very important to talk about. Spill it," Harry said, acting like his nakedness was nothing out of ordinary.

"I do?" Fleur answered in a questioning tone, too distracted by the view and her own shame to adapt to the conversation.

"Of course you do," Harry answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "You clearly wanted to update me about how the Order is doing, and you wanted to deliver that report in a place we won't be heard. Otherwise, why would you sneak into my bath like a perverted teenager," Harry said, struggling to actually seem serious. As amusing as it was to mock Fleur about the fact that she sneaked into his bathroom, he was afraid of pushing it too much and awakening her veela pride, which came with fireballs and dangerously sharp claws. He didn't know if Fleur was capable of transformation, but it was best not to risk it.

For a moment, Fleur looked confused, then it clicked. "Yes, the report!" Fleur said loudly, but blushed once more when Harry gestured for her to keep her voice low. "Sorry," she murmured, properly admonished. "How about you turn off the water so we can talk?"

"No, we need to keep it running, its noise will prevent anyone from hearing us," Harry answered.

"But there are no tracking charms around, the Order checked," Fleur answered confusedly.

"Maybe," Harry said without missing a beat. "But did they check for muggle methods?"

"Muggles have the technology to replicate listening charms?" Fleur asked, surprised. From what Harry had seen, Fleur had a much better understanding of the non-magical world compared to the average British wizard, but when considering the premier expert of Britain was still confused about the functionality of rubber ducks and regular money, it wasn't exactly a high bar to clear. Non-magical espionage wasn't the go-to topic for a sexy French witch. "But how?"

"Yes, they have electronic tools to replicate the effect," Harry answered without missing a beat, not willing to go into details, or the fact that Death Eaters would never use something like that. "Luckily, they are not as good as magical tools, so the running water would cover the sound." Then, he smirked widely. "Still, just to make sure, it's for the best if we talk under the water."

"You want me to…" Fleur said, once again mumbling as she pointed at the shower.

"Come on, Fleur, is it that different from swimming together," he said with a crooked smile. His excuse was bullshit, something both he and Fleur were completely aware of, but still, Fleur nodded despite her blush. After all, in that pool, they did a lot more than swimming together. Fleur turned her back and started to unlock the buttons of her blouse. Harry felt himself hardening even more as Fleur pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her perfect naked back, a sight broken only by a fragile bra strap, made from black lace.

Harry was excited to catch its sight from the front, which was why he felt annoyed when Fleur pulled her wand out and transfigured it into a swimsuit, which, annoyingly, was significantly more conservative than the one she wore during their earlier meeting. So, when Fleur pulled down her skirt, he wasn't met with her mostly naked derriere covered by an overgrown string but a full-range waterproof white fabric, thick enough to hide the most interesting aspects. Luckily, it was impossible to fully contain her tight bottom, which strained the bottom of her new swimwear perfectly as she leaned forward to get out of her skirt.

Still, Harry was satisfied as he watched Fleur turn and walk toward the shower despite not being able to see a hint of cleavage. The conservative swimwear selection, combined with her thick blush and hesitant steps told him that her crush on him was still alive and well, something he had been starting to doubt as she failed to contact him again. But now, he could see it was her shyness and panic that prevented her from contacting him again.

Harry said nothing as she stepped under the spray of hot water, standing just a step away from him. She tried to shift her gaze to the floor, but when met with the sight of his erection, she decided the ceiling was the safer choice. Harry was glad for his occlumency skills, because, without it, he didn't think he would have the willpower to resist the presence of a sexy veela in the shower with him while her allure rippled around like a hurricane, making his blood flow faster and faster. Instead, he asked with a calm note. "Tell me what the order is doing to counter Voldemort," he said with a stiff tone, ignoring the way she shivered at the mention of the name.

"The main focus is the protection of the ministry and several key locations…" Fleur started rapidly, clearly happy about having something unrelated to talk about to keep her mind away from the fact that she was in the same shower with her naked crush. Initially, asking her about the order was just an excuse for her to warm up to his presence, because as a recent member, Harry didn't expect Fleur to know anything useful.

However, as she continued to speak, a frown appeared on his face, because the nuggets she described created a horrible picture. Everything Fleur mentioned was completely defensive, diplomatic missions, patrols, and other weak activities. There was no mention of any aggressive spying, no mentions of an ambush, and a complete absence of trying to find Voldemort to deal with him. Harry felt a sudden chill, because he had a good idea where this was going. It was the first year all along… Or the second… Or the fourth…

The holiday was over, Harry realized. If Dumbledore was willing to sit on his thumbs and wait for Voldemort to react, he needed to act proactively. He couldn't afford to wait until Voldemort strengthened even more. But to act, he needed more information. He asked Fleur about the ministry, and she explained the current deadlock. Fudge was about to be removed from office, but the next person to take his seat was still up for grabs. From the candidates Fleur counted, Amelia Bones caught Harry's attention, solely because he had a direct channel to her through her niece, which would allow him to circumvent Dumbledore's reach.

"How is the relationship between Bones and Dumbledore?" Harry asked even as he turned his back to Fleur. "Also, would you mind washing my back?" he added.

Harry let out a relaxed sigh as Fleur's fragile fingers started dancing on his back. "I don't know much, but I know that Amelia is determined not to join the Order. Why, I don't know?" Harry guessed that it might be about Dumbledore's total lack of effectiveness, and his limp-wristed approach to actual enemies crazy enough to torture and kill their way through the country, but in the end, it was just a guess. He needed to talk with Susan to validate.

"Interesting," Harry said as he turned without a warning, which, thanks to Fleur's closeness, resulted in his shaft rubbing against her leg before she slid back in panic. "Your turn now," he said, ignoring her panic in favor of putting his hand on her shoulder. Fleur shivered under his touch, and considering the continuous flow of steamy water, Harry was sure it had nothing to do with the cold.

Fleur opened her mouth like she was about to complain, but under his determined gaze, she chose to abort her words at the last moment, not that it was a big sacrifice considering the limits they had pushed through during their last encounter, her lessons about the French kiss in particular. Compared to those, getting help for her back was nothing.

Caressing her elegant shoulders with his soapy hands was a true pleasure, one that deserved his full attention. This was why Harry had more important things to focus on, and Fleur's distracted state was the perfect time to interrogate her. "So, what do you feel about the Order's response? Do you think that's enough," Harry whispered into her ear even as his fingers moved along her spine, dipping dangerously close to her bottom. His aim wasn't only the enjoyment he received from the dance of his fingers -though it was definitely a big bonus- but ensuring that Fleur was suitably distracted by his dangerous approach to fully focus on her words.

"They are trying their best," she murmured defensively even as she tried to distance herself a bit but it only ended up with her chest pressing against the cold wall of the shower.

"I know," Harry whispered softly. "Don't forget that a lot of them are my friends. I'm not doubting their worthiness nor their intentions. However, that doesn't mean that I don't have some concerns with the Order's passive approach. After the battle, several key Death Eaters are in prison, and the others still need to scramble for it. For once, we're in a stronger position, and instead of leveraging it for an advantage, we're stuck on the defense, waiting for them to recover… It doesn't make sense…" he ranted, this time using his words to distract her from the movements of his hands. First, he focused on washing her back, then took a bit of shampoo in his palm and started washing her hair.

"You're not the only one to think that," Fleur murmured as she pressed her eyes shut, her frustration clear.

"Really, tell me more," Harry murmured even as his fingers slowly moved through her hair, making enough bubbles to ensure her eyes would stay closed. The intimacy of the situation once again worked in Harry's favor. Fleur jumped at the excuse to distract herself from the sensitive situation and her own increasing arousal -her flickering allure working like a thermometer- and started talking about the various gossip she had shared with the Order members who were just as dissatisfied about the lack of action.

Harry listened, asking occasional questions to lead her toward the areas of interest. But the information was not his only objective. He let his fingers trace down, touching the strap of her transfigured swimwear. A flicker of magic was enough to dispel it before Fleur could notice. After all, there was a reason for magicals to actually make clothes rather than just transfiguring them.

Under the blast of water, Fleur's already revealing black underwear turned transparent, giving him a perfect view of her bottom, tempting him to push forward. Unfortunately, Fleur was still too reticent. So, he gently grabbed her shoulder and made her turn even as he pointed the shower head to her hair to get rid of the soap while enjoying the almost unrestricted view of her beautiful breasts. "Thanks," she murmured as she opened her eyes, immediately beset by another blush as she found Harry just an inch away from her face. She tried to pull back, but her back was already against the wall.

"No problem," Harry answered, keeping her gaze pinned with his, curious just how long it would take her to realize that her swimwear was long gone. "It was a pleasure to share a shower with your uplifting conversation," he added even as he leaned forward, stopping just an inch from her lips.

"Harry, what are you doing!" she asked panickedly, though he noted that she only did so after he stopped, keeping her lips parted invitingly as he leaned forward.

Harry had no fear of Fleur escaping, not because of his arms on the wall, cutting her escape route, but due to the thick layer of arousal in her eyes, begging for an excuse to push forward. His arms were just there to give her the excuse. "I was hoping for a refresher course," he whispered throatily. "It has been a while since you taught me those tricks, and I was wondering whether I learned them correctly."

Fleur's tongue darting out to moisten her lips -completely unnecessary considering they were still in the shower, with hot water blasting over their bodies- told him that she was very much aware which lesson he was talking about. "Okay," she murmured, failing to hide the excitement in her tone. Her answer surprised Harry, because he was expecting her to play hard to get a bit more. "But no touching!" she added at the last moment, and Harry nodded. Not that he was torn up about her last-minute request, especially since she was yet to notice the state of her underwear…

Fleur's head moved forward before he could react, and he found an enthusiastic tongue probing his lips, asking for entrance. Harry was more than willing to invite his surprise guest, though his tongue stepped out to greet hers, tangling to start a war of domination. Harry didn't bother pushing her tongue back, enjoying the enthusiastic effort Fleur was putting in, far more than he would get from dominating her outright. And if things had gone as perfect as he hoped, they would have a lot of time for domination later on.

A gasp escaped Fleur's mouth, which was drowned by his lips and the noise of the shower. Harry couldn't help but smirk as he felt her hands on his shoulders, her fingers gentle at first, but slowly getting stronger as they traveled down, leaving painful tracks on his back as they dug deeper. Harry didn't touch her just like he promised, but that didn't mean he would let this slide without retaliating.

So, he grabbed the showerhead and brought it lower, aiming it at her core, which had to rely on the insufficient protection of her thin panties. And she must have been closer to the edge than Harry had assumed, or went through a really dry period, because the moment the hot water blasted against her core, a gasp escaped her mouth as she started trembling. The only thing that saved her from a painful collision was her stiffening grip, keeping her in place. He maintained the kiss as Fleur battled with the aftershock, though that didn't affect the affectionate dance of her tongue, and Harry maintaining the water jet on her core didn't help either.

Only after her legs stabilized did Fleur manage to pull back from the kiss and faced Harry with a complicated expression that forced Harry to take a peek into her mind just to understand she was trying to look angry. Of course, she actually needed to stop caressing his shoulders softly or stop her eyes from dipping down occasionally to actually convey seriousness. "What are you doing?!" she gasped in shock. "You promised no touching!"

"And I didn't," he answered with a smirk before looking pointedly at her arm. "And unlike someone else I can mention, I actually stuck to that rule."

Fleur jerked her hands back like they were in flames. "It's the same thing!" she argued, but it was a weak, groundless argument, one she made just to get some time while she tried to gather her balance.

"Oh, really?" Harry said darkly. "Then why don't we compare them to make an educated opinion," Harry said as he leaned forward, capturing her lips once more. Unlike the last time, his hands were dancing over her body hungrily, invading her curves, the protection her wet underwear provided might as well not exist in the face of his hungry groping. He stayed focused on her breasts at first, using every trick he knew to push her toward another climax, going as far as flaring his magic to mingle with her allure, their tongues melting together.

Only when his hand slipped underneath her panties did she pullpulled away from the kiss once more, trying to push him away. Harry let her pull away from the kiss successfully, but his hands stayed on her body, dancing around her knob to push her toward another orgasm, a target that wasn't too far away if her expression was any indicator.

"We need to-" she started as she looked down, only to replace her words instantly. "What happened to my swimwear!" she exclaimed in shock, only at that moment realizing the extent of the show she was providing.

"It must have dissolved during the shower," Harry said with a shrug even as his hands continued their treatment.

"But-" she started, but interrupted by a moan when he used his free hand to grab and twist her nipple over underwear. "That's too much," she said when she managed to gather her breath.

"Come on, Fleur, what difference does it make whether you're wearing swimwear or underwear," Harry said even as his fingers continued their task. Fleur tried to answer, but he silenced her with another kiss, not interested in her half-hearted excuses. It didn't take Fleur long to fall back into the pace of their kiss, greatly helped by her impending orgasm. Soon, her the orgasm hit once more, this time even more explosively, leaving her a trembling mess. Harry stepped back without a warning, watching with amusement as Fleur pressed her back against the wall to balance herself, but continued to slide down. Soon, she found herself sitting on the floor, trying to handle the after-effects of her treatment.

"So, how was the difference between the showerhead and my touch," Harry asked shamelessly…