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It was a peaceful 6:30 AM on Saturday June 6, 1998; and Fleur Delacour was sitting on the top step of the backyard porch of the Potter Cottage that was purchased by her boyfriend, Harry Potter, out in the sticks close to Paris. It had been exactly five weeks since the Second Wizarding War ended in which the light side won, with Harry and Fleur hightailing it back to France (or to France, in Harry’s case) so Harry could escape the pressures of his fame and titles. Fleur was sitting on the top step while looking out at the trees, she had on a pair of satin turquoise pajamas (consisting of a button-down short-sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts) that showed off her nice-looking legs. Fleur also had her chest-length platinum-blonde hair tied into a mid-ponytail. Looking at the trees before breakfast was one of Fleur’s favourite stress-relieving activities. It wasn’t long before Fleur felt a familiar pair of hands being placed on her shoulders, and those same hands began massaging her shoulders (causing the part-veela to shiver with excitement as she closed her eyes in awe).
‘How does Harry keep getting better at giving me massages?’ thought Fleur.
Harry’s massaging hands were working their way down her arms, almost resulting in Fleur laying down on her back until she realized that it would’ve been harder for Harry to continue. So Fleur continued sitting straight, and Harry’s arms eventually worked their way back up her arms and over to her breasts. Feeling her breasts getting massaged resulted in Fleur moaning in pleasure (as it made her shiver in even more excitement). Harry had to stop massaging to give his hands a break, allowing Fleur to lay down on her back and look up at Harry with a big smile on her face, her bright-blue eyes locking into Harry’s emerald-green ones. Harry was in a gray sleeveless t-shirt, a pair of red knee-length shorts, and (like Fleur) was barefoot. His black hair was as untidy as it always had been, but that didn’t matter because Fleur loved Harry for who he was.
“Is breakfast ready yet, Harry?” asked Fleur.
“No, I didn’t even start,” Harry replied. “After I saw you sitting there from the kitchen window, I came out to join you.”
“And given your massages,” stated Fleur. “I’m distracted from wanting to eat at the moment. Maybe a snogging session on the couch in the living room first might help?”
“Sure, why not?” said Harry with a smile. “Let’s do it!”
The happy couple went back inside and headed for the living room. Once they sat down on the couch, the two began a snogging session. After about five minutes, Harry and Fleur stopped and leaned back on the couch. Fleur had her shirt unbuttoned and it was pulled back to reveal her silver bra and nice-looking tummy, but she still wore her pajama shirt as if it were a jacket. She had asked Harry to unbutton her shirt so she could feel Harry’s hands over her skin. After laying there for another few minutes or so, Fleur heard her stomach grumbling to let her know that it still needed food. Harry also heard his stomach grumbling for the same reason, making him and Fleur realize that they haven’t had breakfast yet.
“Well,” said Harry. “I guess now’s the time to get breakfast cooked.”
“I second that,” Fleur replied. “Maybe we can take a walk in the woods when we finish eating?”
“Sounds good!” Harry concurred.
He and Fleur headed for the kitchen to fix breakfast, especially since they were going to need energy to take a walk in the woods. Fleur left her shirt unbuttoned, but pulled it back on properly enough to just keep a little bit of her bra and belly button exposed. Harry and Fleur decided to cook breakfast together, since they wanted to share the work and get it done a little faster than it usually would for only one person. Once they finished, the happy couple sat down to eat while thinking about their walk in the woods afterwards.
The End!