Bonds of Blood 0019: Magical Bond

With dinner finished, "Will you be staying the night, kids?" Apolline asked Fleur and Harry. They practically never separated so it was better to assume that if Harry was going to his mother's house, Fleur was going there too.

"No, we'll be staying here for the night," Harry answered, "Mum's busy with something."

All four of them sat in the living room after they stuffed themselves full of the sumptuous six-course meal that Apolline had prepared for dinner. The mother in question looked over at the couch where Harry was sitting with both of her daughters in his arms and had a stray thought, "Both of them are so fond of you…" She said to Harry with a gentle smile as she sat on the other armchair.

"I'm lucky to have them…" Harry said with a gentle and loving smile as he rubbed Fleur's shoulder gently as she sleepily leaned on him. He also combed through Gabrielle's silky hair as she sat on his lap, resting her head on his chest.

"You should know Harry, if Gabrielle gets too attached to you, things will be difficult for her when she goes to find her own partner…" Apolline said as Harry choked on his own spit. He coughed for a few seconds.

"What are you talking about Mrs. Delacour? She's like a little sister to me, not to mention she's so much younger…" Harry said with an appalled tone.

"I guess Fleur never mentioned it," Apolline smiled before saying, "We Veela are considered to be creatures of unfathomable beauty that can ensnare any and all men with ease," She started as Harry nodded. He knew this information. And he'd experienced first-hand just how amazing the effects of their beauty and allure were.

"What people don't know is that there is a window during the youth of a Veela, typically during the same time that a human goes through puberty, where they are the most susceptible—" Apolline was explaining but was interrupted.

"Mom!" Fleur shouted. She had been drowsy and hadn't noticed what Apolline was saying, but when she heard it, she was mortified.

"What?" Apolline gave her a tired wry smile, "He's going to know at some point."

"I'm not ready…" Fleur said angrily with embarrassment shining on her face.

"Fleur…" Apolline said in a loving tone. She didn't say anything more and Fleur just looked down embarrassedly, "We talked about this yesterday…" Apolline said gently.

"Fine… You can tell him," Fleur said before promptly burying herself into his neck, hiding from whatever her mother was about to tell Harry. She didn't know how she would face him after this.

Apolline sighed with a shake of her head and said, "Where was I… Yes. During the age when humans go through puberty, Veela can get into an arguably vulnerable state." Seeing Harry's questioning look, Apolline continued, "If they are in extremely close contact with a man during their 'puberty' years, and if that person is able to truly make an impact on their heart, it is possible for the Veela to voluntarily form a bond with their that person, essentially branding their magic with their own magical signature. It is usually initiated by some sort of sexual contact. It can be as innocent as a simple kiss on the lips and can go as far as intercourse to establish that bond." Apolline finished.

"Then you mean…" Harry realized what Apolline meant.

"Yes. Fleur formed that bond with you when she was 12. Her magic and even her life are closely intertwined with you, Harry. That means, that she will live with you and die with you. No exceptions." Apolline said in a solemn tone, rendering Harry speechless. He didn't know what he could say.

"I expected there to be some sort of bond that connected Fleur to me, but this…" He trailed off.

"You already had an idea?" Apolline asked with an interested tone.

"She's always had this empathetic connection with me and is always able to read my emotions…" Harry said, "I just never realized that it went so deep…"

"Well, now you know. So cherish my daughter, Harry…" Apolline told him with a stern tone.

"Of course, I'll cherish her with my life…" Harry smiled and kissed Fleur's hair. He turned back to Apolline and said, "So that's why you told me to…" He trailed off, glancing at Gabrielle.

"Yes. I won't tell you to stay away from her, it would break my poor daughter's heart. She views you as the elder brother figure that she lost when we lost her father. But I want you to make sure that she doesn't form that bond with you. It would cause both her and Fleur pain in the future and I don't want that for any of you." She implored him with an almost desperate tone.

"I understand, Mrs. Delacour. I'll make sure that it doesn't happen." He said before thinking something "Wait, you said that Fleur formed the bond with me when she was 12?" Harry confirmed with a little frown.

"Yeah." Apolline nodded as her pleading expression disappeared and an amused smile graced her lips. She leaned back to enjoy the show.

"We weren't together at that time…" Harry looked at Fleur who was desperately hiding in the crook of his neck, "Fleur, did you kiss me that night when you forcefully conned my mother for a sleepover at my house…"

Fleur's silence was all the response that he needed.

"No wonder I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the sweetest taste my lips had ever felt…" Harry said absently, forgetting that Apolline was in the room.

When she coughed, he got embarrassed, "Sorry, Mrs. Delacour."

"We have a lot to talk about…" Harry shook his head, "Will you take Gabi, Mrs. Delacour? I'll take Fleur to her room." He said.

Apolline did her best to hide her disappointment as she nodded and gracefully took the sleeping Gabrielle from Harry's arms, 'Dumbass, why did you have to cough…' She chided herself. She was a lonely widow and this kind of drama was like her bread and butter.

…

"So… A magical bond, huh?" Harry asked Fleur who was finally willing to look him in the eyes. They were both sitting on her bed facing each other. Fleur barely looked him in the eyes for a few seconds before looking away guiltily.

"Yes." She said in a small voice.

"Explain everything about it to me. Your mother clearly left some details." He said, not mentioning the thing that she was most dreadful about.

"Well…" Fleur was glad he didn't mention the thing about her bonding with him when she was 12 and finally got the energy to raise her head and make eye contact with him. She started, "As Mama said, we have a lifelong one-way bond. The most prominent thing about it is that it is an empathetic bond. Which means that whatever you feel, I'm also able to feel. I have a certain amount of control over the degree to which I can feel your emotions. It can range from a faint feeling of your emotions to exactly feeling everything you are feeling at any moment, the joy the sorrow, the ecstasy…" She gave him a little smirk, "Everything." She said sensually, "That's why I always cum whenever you do, empathy climax." She laughed at her little joke.

"Right…" Harry said dryly, "Anything else?" He asked.

"There are times I'm able to feel your magic… if that makes any sense," She said with furrowed brows, "I'm not sure exactly how, but when you activate your magic, I can feel…it…you." She stumbled over her words, "I don't know what the deal with is, it only works once in a while and even then the feeling is very faint. I assume it will get stronger after we finally have sex." She said.

"I see, anything else?" He asked expectantly.

"I don't know. What do you want from me? I can't read your mind if that's what you're expecting." She got annoyed.

"Oh… That's not it. I was just expecting you to list out 10 different features for some reason." He shook his head before saying, "I guess that we'll be able to find out more about it when we go through your grandmother's library."

"Mhm…" Fleur nodded and felt like the talk was over so she went over to hug Harry and pull him to cuddle with him when he said something that made her stop in her tracks.

"So… You bonded with me we you were 12, huh…" Harry said with a teasing tone, "I remember that sleepover…" He smiled, "It was that summer after your birthday…"

"Stop it…" She said with a small voice.

Harry didn't stop, "I was what…like 10 at the time. How naughty, Fleur…" His words only brought more shame to Fleur's face as she turned beet red.

"You were almost 11…" She said with a small voice while looking down.

"You branded my magic with your own without ever asking me…" He continued as he got closer to her. Fleur didn't have any words to say.

That was when Harry abruptly hugged her and pulled her down on the bed. Fleur yelped and she found herself under him with his face hovering less than an inch above hers.

"You need to be punished…" His tone sent shivers down Fleur's spine and she said pitifully with an apprehensive tone, "What are you gonna do to me, Daddy?"

Harry couldn't hold himself back from pouncing on her.

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