Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 6 – Fleur’s Gift

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 6
The end of term had finally arrived and Harry, Hermione and Ron; as well as the rest of the Weasley’s were enjoying a well earned break in the confides of the Burrow. Harry had always adored this house, as it was the first wizarding house he had ever been in. The Burrow was even more busy than usual this Christmas. As well as Harry, Hermione and Ron; there was also Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George, Ginny, Charlie (who was visiting from Romania), Bill and Bill’s girlfriend, Fleur. Harry and Ron remembered Fleur well and when they saw her again for the first time, Hermione had to close their open mouths for them with a roll of her eyes. Fleur was nothing short of a Goddess (they said she was part Veela). She was quite tall for a lady, and had the biggest blue eyes you could imagine; which were accentuated by her long eye-lashes. She had rosy red lips and a small straight nose as well as long blonde-white hair, which seemed to sparkle when the light shone on it. She had a beautiful slim figure and gorgeous D sized breasts, which seemed to always be ready to burst out of her small dress.

‘Ronald……. ‘Arry!’ she cried as herself and Bill trundled through the front door of the Burrow with their hands full with suitcases. She immediately dropped her bags and skipped over to Ron and Harry, planting two kisses each on their cheeks. They felt themselves going red and mumbled a hurried hello back before darting off to their bedroom. Hermione merely shrugged and muttered something that sounded like, ‘boys,’ before saying hello to Fleur herself.
‘Jesus Harry,’ said Ron as they finally made their way to Ron’s room which they were sharing, ‘my cock’s rock hard.’
‘Mine too,’ said Harry in a strained voice as he flopped down on to his bed, ‘your brother’s one lucky guy.’
‘You’re telling me,’ sighed Ron, as both boys lay back on their beds, fantasising about Fleur.
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A week had passed and Harry was having a great Christmas break. He and Ginny had managed to squeeze in a few make-out sessions during the moments of privacy they shared. Ron on the other hand, was still searching for a moment alone with Hermione. Ron finally got his wish one snowy Saturday night. Everybody was downstairs, relaxing in their own pursuits. Harry was polishing his broomstick, Mr and Mrs Weasley were listening to the radio whilst the rest were sat around in the lounge, chatting. Ron made his excuses early and left to go to his room, alone. He decided to start on a particularly difficult Potions essay that needed to be done when he got back to Hogwarts. Meanwhile, downstairs Hermione had noticed Ron’s absence.

‘I’ll just go and check on him,’ she whispered to Harry as she got up and left the room.
‘Ron……Ron,’ Hermione said as she slowly opened the door to Ron and Harry’s room. The room was quite dark, the curtains were drawn and Ron was sat by his desk, a quill in his right hand and his head resting on his left.
‘How’s it going?’ Hermione asked, resting her head on Ron’s shoulder as she peered over his shoulder at his so far blank piece of parchment.
‘Slowly,’ replied Ron, enjoying the sensation of Hermione’s hair tickling his ear, ‘I think I may just go to bed and do this tomorrow.’ Ron stood up from the desk and took off his t-shirt, revealing his body to Hermione. Ron suddenly noticed Hermione gazing lustfully at his strong torso.
‘What was that?’ he said quickly.
‘What…..nothing,’ Hermione lied.
‘Do ya wanna touch it?’ Ron said softly, slowly massaging his six-pack.