True Colors

Harry's mind was in overload. He wasn't completely sure what Fleur had gotten out of Bill, but whatever it was had clearly alarmed her. Was he really in that much danger from Dumbledore? If he was, what about the girls?

Those were the thoughts running through his head up until Fleur had burst into the house, and at that point, frankly Harry wasn't having many thoughts at all. He had scarcely been able to keep his eyes off her and Fleur clearly reveled in it. Not only that, she encouraged it and not just with words, but with… everything. She walked with a seductive grace and a slow sway of her hips, showing off her body with attractive confidence.

And of course, she had reason to be confident. Her body was elegant and feminine, yet radiated a strength that was a gift of her Veela heritage. It was as if she'd been sculpted by the gods- long, shapely legs and powerful thighs, wide hips, a tuft of hair highlighting her dripping sex, a flat stomach with just a hint of musculature, and breasts that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

When his eyes returned to Fleur's face, she was grinning, her eyes sparkling in satisfaction, and every time he couldn't resist peeking at her body, her smile grew just a bit wider. Harry had no illusions- he wasn't in control here. Fleur was dictating the conversation and what they were to do, and Harry just wasn't in the mindset to question her. He was lightheaded with desire and consumed by the struggle to control himself, his cock was swollen and ached to be touched, throbbing and twinging like it was the first time he'd seen a girl naked.

Her kiss was unlike any he'd ever had. She aggressively took his mouth as she aligned her body against his and her allure washed over him. It was almost unbearable, being so close to her naked flesh. It felt like he was being sucked in by her sexuality. Her leg looped behind him, ensuring that he was fully pressed against body. Just the proximity to her affected him, sending pleasurable tingles across his body and down to his cock.

And then, as he was still reeling from… all of it, Fleur activated the portkey. Harry didn't do well with portkeys in the best of situations. His attempt to brace himself failed- Harry felt his knees buckle as the ground reasserted its presence, and he was toppling over. To his surprise Fleur intercepted his fall, one hand supporting his upper back while the other was on his arse.

She smiled and groped him playfully as she righted him. "Er, thanks… so what-" Harry's question was cut off when Fleur once again took his mouth, pressing him into the nearest available surface. After a intense but brief kiss, Fleur pressed her face to his neck, her tongue swiping across his skin as she inhaled deeply through her nose. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she let out a low moan. After a moment of distraction Fleur refocused and pinned Harry with a gaze that made him feel like a rabbit in the sights of a hawk.

"So fucking good." She cursed. "Mmmm, you taste delicious mon tresor." And then she assaulted his neck so forcefully she was practically biting him. Simultaneously, her hand grabbed roughly at his crotch. The move, having been made in the heat of the moment, wasn't elegant, but it did its job of titillating both of them. Harry moaned aloud, forcing his knees to not buckle as his world momentarily shrunk down to his cock. She was touching him- albeit through two layers of clothing- and the realization struck him like lightning, it was enrapturing… and emboldening.

Fleur, for her part, couldn't resist feeling out the bulge in Harry's trousers. She was every bit as out of control as Harry. She had meant for a quick kiss. The portkey would alert her parents, so she'd wanted to get to her room and… get dressed. But as soon as she had smelt and tasted him… it was over. She'd never encountered a cocktail so potent- masculinity, virility, arousal, and unexpectedly, she could detect the scent of all the girls he had fucked still clinging to him. Her inner Veela was preening to itself at having caught such a virile mate. She couldn't wait, she had to have him now.

She was caught by complete surprise when Harry's hand, which had been idle at her hip, suddenly moved with purpose down to her inner thigh and then up to… "Ffffffuck!" Fleur hissed as Harry began to explore her folds with his fingers.

Using her allure not only affected those around her, it felt good. It wasn't something she had much experience with, but every pleasurable sensation was amplified while she used her allure. Even just kissing him sent up fireworks in her mind and tendrils of warmth through her body (which was why she couldn't seem to stop kissing him). It wasn't that Harry's technique was somehow better than Bill's. No, he was the first person she'd ever felt comfortable letting go with, the only one she'd been with who could handle her allure.

Harry had a knack for picking up her cues and soon his thumb was circling her clit as his fingers were probing her entrance. It was exquisitely pleasurable, so much better than anything she'd felt while struggling to control her allure. Harry's probing fingers sank into her cunt unexpectedly, her inner muscles working to suck in the probing digits to the hilt.

Harry moaned at the sensation of Fleur's silky warmth enveloping his fingers- insistently drawing them inward and clenching around them. It felt good, it felt so damn good and it was just his fingers. How would it feel with his cock?

Fleur's thoughts were in synch with Harry's. His fingers felt amazing, but she hungered for more. Without thought, she ripped open his pants and reached under his boxers- closing her hand around his cock, and it seemed like her every sense kicked into overdrive, and everything that wasn't Harry faded into a blur.

First, she heard him. The neediness and desperation in his voice as her hand made contact, the gasping of his breath, the racing beat of his heart. She could also feel him- his cock in her hand. She ran her fingers over his shaft and head, memorizing every bump and curve of him, every vein and ridge. She could feel how he twitched in her hand in time with his heartbeat, practically feel the blood rushing under her fingers.

She wasn't even acting consciously now, her hand automatically pulled him out of his boxers, exposing him to her eyes. She'd already seen him, multiple times, but now she could look at him without feeling guilty, without having to restrain herself or her allure. She drank in the sight of him, swollen, throbbing, head purpling, and the glisten of pre-cum at his slit. She licked her lips and her tongue picked up his scent in the air. She breathed, and she could smell his musky arousal and the faint scent of his pre-cum.

Harry breathed through gritted teeth as he valiantly staved off orgasm. He had prided himself on his stamina, but Fleur had turned the tables on him. It was her allure, it had to be. What else could explain how she'd turned his cock into such a desperate, twinging thing? How the way she was staring at his cock- with slit-eyed gaze entirely consumed by hunger- made him want to release himself on the spot?

And to be fair, his bond-mates weren't making things any easier. Ginny had been masturbating ever since Fleur had left the Burrow and had cum several times even since Fleur had kissed him. Luna was only marginally less enthusiastic.

"I'm going to fuck you, Harry." Fleur purred "I can't wait to feel you twitching and cumming inside of me, to hear what sweet noises you make. I'm going to make you cum over and over again, until you can stand no more, and then…"

And then, Fleur was interrupted by a strangled gasp. As one, Harry and Fleur turned, to see the intruder. Though Harry had only seen her once before and she had grown since then, but he'd still have no trouble picking her out from a crowd- Gabrielle Delecour. The now 12-year-old girl was staring wide eyed at his cock. Pale skinned as she was, she was blushing fiercely… and was that drool?

It only took a moment for everything to register. They… they were outside, right near the entrance to what must be the Delecours' home. He'd almost shagged Fleur on the side of a building. And now Fleur's younger sister was staring at them… well, him. With sudden urgency, Harry began to redress himself.

The spell seemed to be broken for Fleur as well, who seemed quite embarrassed… and self-conscious once more after waltzing out of the Burrow and into Privet Drive without a care. "Gabby! Que fais-tu ici?" Fleur sputtered, and Harry now really wished he understood even a lick of French.

The girl didn't even respond, her eyes still locked on Harry's crotch as he struggled to hike his pants up. "I think the better question is, what are you doing here, ma fille?" The woman who'd just followed Gabrielle out the door had to be their mother- Apolline Delecour. While she was addressing Fleur, her eyes were also on Harry.

While she wasn't nearly as blatant about it as Gabrielle, it was still a bit disconcerting. "Though I can take a guess. Fleeing the country after seducing a man, should we expect armies at the gates?" Fleur winced, while Dumbledore still had to work inside the law, if Voldemort found out it would put her family at risk- though would he risk drawing wizarding France as a whole into the war?

"Mamam… I had to." Fleur tried to justify herself. "He needed my help."

"I'm not saying I blamed you, ma fille." Apoline hastened to add, and then with a final appreciative glance at Harry "Not one bit. But you have to admit, this isn't your style. Is Bill out of the picture?" Harry was a little surprised at how easily Fleur's mother was taking her daughter turning up naked on her doorstep with a boy. Was that a Veela thing, or was it unique to this family?

Fleur nodded "He wasn't the man I thought he was. He-" Apolline held a hand up to halt her.

"Why don't we get you dressed and talk about it on the way." She said not unkindly "Gabby?" The girl still wasn't responsive, and Harry was now sure of it, drooling- her eyes staring unfocused on Harry's now clothed crotch. Apolline yanked sharply at Gabby's ear, causing the young girl to squeak and jump.

"Oui, Mamam!" She answered belatedly.

"Why don't you show Harry to a guest room, while I talk with your sister."

"Merci." Gabby breathed "Merci, Mamam!" Harry meanwhile, felt rather uncomfortable with this arrangement. He shot a concerned look at Fleur, who shrugged helplessly.

"Hello, Harry." Gabby introduced herself in heavily accented French. She curtsied, took his hand and kissed it. "We've only met once. My name is Gabrielle."

"Harry Potter." Harry returned, belatedly realizing that it was silly to be introducing himself in this situation.

Gabrielle giggled, a true smile spreading across her face "Why don't I help you." She chimed, picking up his trunk with one hand- the other was still holding his.

"Gabrielle, you really don't need to carry my trunk. Its heavy, I can take care of it." Harry offered, but the girl shook her head.

"Non, I can do it Harry. Veela have reserves of strength they can use in certain situations. And you are a guest. I'm going to take you now… to your room." She was insistent, and despite Harry's attempts, she would accept nothing less.

So Harry found himself being led by the hand around the rather impressive Delecour estate. It was the most impressive house that Harry had ever been in, to be sure- with a sizable grounds and two floors with far more rooms than was necessary. Along the way, Gabrielle made small talk. "So, is Fleur your girlfriend?"

"We haven't actually discussed it, but I assume so." Harry answered, realizing that he really did need to sort things out with Fleur.

"Ah." She sounded a bit put off "I'd heard you were dating Ginny Weasley."

"I am." Harry figured there was no point beating around the bush here. He could see the wheels turning in her head.

"And she knows?"

"Yeah. We have an arrangement." He decided to leave it at that.

"Is there room in this arrangement for another?" Gabrielle asked hopefully. Harry didn't relish the idea of crushing her hopes, but it was necessary.

"No." He tried to put as much force behind that as was polite, but Gabrielle seemed to be undeterred. Her hand did not leave his, if anything, she tightened her grip. Harry also noted that he was still feeling the allure tugging at him. At first, he'd assumed that Fleur was still affecting him at a distance, but now that thought about it, he was pretty sure Fleur's had cut off when they'd been caught. This could only be Gabby's. And now that he noticed, her entire body was tense. Was she having more trouble carrying his trunk than she let on?

Harry's room lacked personality, but it was by far the best accommodations he'd ever had. "Thank you, Gabrielle." Harry nodded to the girl, finally removing his hand from hers.

For a moment, Gabrielle seemed to struggle with what to say or do, but then suddenly asked "Why don't I help you unpack?"

"Er, well." He hadn't been expecting the offer. "I don't want you to go through the trouble."

"Its not trouble." She insisted "No trouble at all." Without waiting for his agreement, she unlatched his trunk. Wow, you really just let her steamroll you. Ginny teased. She'd finally calmed down enough to participate in conversation.

What am I supposed to do, shove her out the door?

You're too polite. That's why you need me. To hex everyone.

Harry resolved to talk to Fleur about this later. While Gabrielle wouldn't be the first girl to have a crush on him – Hey! I was never this bad… in front of you- Gabrielle was uniquely aggressive and obvious. He could deal with it for now, but he didn't want this to be a permanent fixture of life at the Delecours'.

He'd give it to her, though, she was unpacking efficiently- sorting everything into piles- jeans, shirts, school robes, textbooks. Harry picked up the pile of school clothes and put them in their own drawer of the dresser. However, as his back was turned, she moaned. It was an erotic, toe curling sound that felt mismatched with the voice of a 12 year old girl. Harry whirled around, fearing that she'd found the pictures of that last, wonderful night at Hogwarts. Instead, Gabrielle had pressed to her nose a pair of his boxers, her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply.

Huh.

Wow, she is worse than me.

What a pervert! You can't just… smell people's underwear!

Luna's, Ginny's, and Hermione's contributions did little to help Harry. He was speechless, what was he supposed to say to this? Unfortunately, since her eyes were closed, until Harry said something Gabrielle would be off in her own little world. "Mmmmmm, 'Arry." She moaned again, bringing her hand down to press into her crotch.

"What are you doing?" Harry blurted, feeling a little foolish since he knew quite well what she was doing. He just couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment, but at least it got her to stop. Gabby squeaked, flinging his boxers to the ground like they were on fire.

There was a moment of silence as the gravity of the situation sunk in for her. Then a yelled "I'm sorry!" as she bolted.

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While Harry continued to unpack on his own, Ginny was reckoning with the coming confrontation. She had no idea how long Bill would be indisposed, probably longer than her or Ron since he'd gotten a much, much higher dose of Fleur than either of them did. Regardless, Ginny didn't want to be caught with her pants down, literally or figuratively.

She rifled through her bedside drawer and glanced at the charmed parchment. She was grateful to see that Hermione had already let the others know about the situation- though even Susan had nothing to say other than 'good luck'.

After a quick, efficient shower and a change of clothes, Ginny cautiously made her way downstairs. It was surprisingly normal. Her mum was cooking dinner, her dad had just gotten in from work and was sitting at the table chatting with her. She and Ron shared a significant look- they both knew what was coming.

It took maybe 10 minutes.

Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs and Bill- wide eyed and disheveled- burst into the room. "Where are they!"

"Who, dear?" Her mum asked, alarmed.

Bill ignored her, and focused his wrath on Ginny "I know you know what's going on, Ginny. Tell me where they're going!"

Ginny glared back at him "Never."

"Ginny, Bill, what is the meaning of this?" Her mum intervened, visibly disturbed by the level of animosity between them.

"This is all Harry's fault, mum!" Bill raged.

"BULLSHITE!"

"Language!"

Ginny and her mum's interruptions threatened to drown Bill out, but he plowed on regardless. "He's been corrupting Ginny and he corrupted Fleur too!"

Her mum open and closed her mouth silently, utterly speechless at the accusation against someone she considered as another son. Ginny was not about to let Bill say his piece without interference, and addressed her mum directly "Mum, Bill's lost it. You know Harry. He's wonderful, he isn't corrupting me or anyone!"

"Of course you'd say that, I'm sure you'd have said that Tom was wonderful when you were a first year too."

Her mum gasped, and her dad, now visibly upset, intervened "That's enough, Bill."

But Bill raved on, smiling manically now "You guys don't know. You don't know what he's done. He's fucking her and six other witches on the side."

"That's ridiculous, Bill. Harry would never!" Her mum protested.

"Ask her! Ask her what he's doing!"

Both of her parents look askance at Ginny, expecting to see a sharp denial from her, and were surprised to find her grim-faced and serious. "Ginny, what's really going on here?" Her dad asked calmly.

"We're doing it to save his life."

Bill scoffed "That's what he told you."

"That's what Hermione figured out. We had to convince him to do it, the noble prat! He was going to just let Voldemort kill him because Dumbledore told him to!"

"Wait, so Harry's with Ginny and Hermione?" Her mum held a hand to her mouth in shock.

"-and 5 other witches." Bill spat.

"Would you rather he die?"

"YES!" Bill roared.

"WILLIAM WEASLEY!" Her mum roared.

"He took Fleur from me!"

"FLUER ISN'T AN OBJECT! She's her own person and she made her own decision. You're just blaming Harry because you can't face that the reason she left you is because you've been an utter prat to her!"

"Mum, Dad. You really don't understand." Bill entreated "I'm working with Dumbledore on this. Just ask him! Harry's going rogue! He has a piece of You-Know-Who inside of him!" He turned to Ron "Ron's on my side on this, right Ron?"

All eyes were on Ron, who'd been so far silent. "I was upset about it, at first. But I was being a prat. I was jealous because I liked Hermione and Harry was getting all of these girls." He then addressed their parents "Harry's not corrupting anyone. He's a good bloke, and I've never seen Ginny, or any of them really, happier than I have these past few months."

Bill gaped at Ron, "You- you… traitor!"

"Not how I see it." Ron told him defiantly.

"ENOUGH!" Her dad almost never raised her voice, and Ginny had literally never heard his voice so loud, commanding. It had the instant effect of silencing the room. "Bill." He said "I'm sorry. You'll get a chance to tell your story. Stupefy."

"Arthur!" Her mum reprimanded.

"We need to get the full story, and we aren't going to do that through a shouting match. We'll get Ron and Ginny to tell their side, and then we'll be able to hear from Bill."

He turned to Ginny "So, why don't you start at the beginning?"

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"Why don't you start at the beginning?" Her mother asked her politely. Fleur knew this tone. It was the same tone she had used when asking about her classes or when she was crying over a skinned ankle. Sometimes Fleur had felt cheated that her mother could spare so much affection for her 'gentlemen friends' and not for her. Yet now she found herself grateful that she was treating this situation so matter-of-factly. Her mother had been patient, letting Fleur get dressed before asking questions.

"I can't tell you all of the details- the information is sensitive." Fleur was thankful that despite not having spoken much French over the past year, it was easy to get back into it. "Harry has an arrangement with several witches. He isn't just doing it for the pleasure of it, he has a legitimate reason."

"And you want this arrangement with him?" Her mother smirked "You were always so restrained, not at all like Gabby. Yet now you've turned into a wild woman." Fleur bristled at her mother's knowing smile "Would the openness of your relationship work both ways?"

"I hadn't thought about it." That was only partly true. She hadn't allowed herself to think about it much, but she had briefly pondered what a relationship between them would look like "He says it would only be fair if he let me have sex with other men if I wanted to, but I'm not sure what I want."

Her mother nodded "Yes, that is something you should work out with him beforehand." She paused a moment, before continuing more seriously "I have to imagine that this is related to the war."

"Yes, it is."

"I doubt He-who-must-not-be-named is keen to launch an attack into France, but Harry is the highest priority target there is."

"I know." Fleur said, guilty "Do you want us to leave?"

"Not exactly." She smiled "This house is a little insecure for someone so valuable… have you heard of the fidelius charm?"

Fleur nodded.

"It's not suitable for here because of how many guests your father has for his work, but our vacation home… well there's nothing wrong with a little privacy, is there?"

Fleur couldn't help but smile at childhood memories on the Mediterranean coast. It would be lovely spending time there, just her and Harry. "You'd have to bring your sister, of course."

"What!?"

"She's been wanted to spend time with you, and she's rather smitten with Harry. It'll be a wonderful experience for her?"

"Did you just see her, mother? She was drooling over him!" Fleur protested.

"Its completely natural for a young woman with Veela blood to be a little hot blooded, especially around puberty."

"I was never like that!"

Seeing that she wasn't breaking through, her mother tried a different tack. "I'm offering you and Harry protection, Fleur. I'm not asking for much in return, just for you to watch after your sister for a few weeks."

Fleur blinked. "This has nothing to do with dad's work, does it?" Come to think of it, her dad's work in the ministry never really had him bringing people to their house. The one who brought the most guests home was her mother. The pieces came together, and the picture they formed look far too much like her own childhood. She only saw Gabby a few months out of the year now, was it too much to ask for her to be there those months?

"I see how it is." She said with cold formality "Very well, mother. I'll do as you ask."