Catalyst of Fleur Delacour

"If you had to think about the last time you loved someone, you probably have not been in love for a very long time or have not been in love before."

My brother Bill was one for grand quotes such as this. He usually enjoyed lecturing the rest of us lot considering he was the eldest sibling and thought he was in love.

“Oh Bill, I am so proud of you dear. You have come so far as a young man in this family. Fleur is so very lucky to have you.” Mum couldn’t contain her enthusiasm, sweet as a fig right before she turned to George and me, beginning to produce horns, “As for you two! You should look up to Bill, he can teach you many things about how to treat a woman!” Scoffing, George responded, “Our older, wiser brother teaching us?” I then promptly reached out to the sky and began speaking two octaves higher, “Oh mon Fleur, moncherie! How can I turn your crepes this evening?”

George snickering, Mum rolled her eyes as I said, “It’s quite easy. And I have to say I do it with more finesse than Bill ever could.” Bill began to snicker, “Mum’s right you know. I say find the woman of your dreams before you realize she’s out of your grasp. You may never know how it may feel to be in love.” Mum seemed to gleam at such bizarre advice, “I’ve raised you well Bill Weasley.”

As for me, I have not been in love before so, he could be right about that. Yet that didn't occupy my mind as much...there was a basket of biscuits in the center of the table!

"FRED! For God’s sake, please wait until everyone is sitting at the table! How many times do I have to tell you!?" A slap on my hand was necessary on my mother’s end, and I carefully waited until she was out of sight before I snuck an entire biscuit into my mouth. "Like a champ,” George had chuckled, nodding in approval, “to have to sneak food in our own house...mad."

Once I swallowed the biscuit entirely I responded, "She has us waiting for our food as if we were in Azkaban. And make us listen to Bill’s nonsense." Another chuckle pursued from my twin brother, “I doubt prisoners get any food in Azkaban.” It was then, there was a series of monstrous steps entering into the kitchen once again, setting a strapping large dish filled with honey scented porridge. "Oh hush. Charlie and your father should be here anytime soon.

It’s not as if I have ever starved my own children." Bill was chuckling across from us, beginning to fill porridge into his bowl. Was he really that daft? George and I looked at each other as we anticipated the dragon call, "BILL WEASLEY THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO! Didn't I tell you to wait?" George and I fathomed an expression of disappointment – surely Bill had not forgotten the rules of the house that quickly? Not ever with mum around like a prison guard, I thought - excusing myself at the moment to resort to the upstairs bathroom.

Thankfully, no one heard this small mumble of personal freedom, as I left the families political matters in a dash.

Once I had reached the bathroom door, I found out it was occupied after I gently tapped against the wood with my knuckles. Quickly I heard a delicate female voice with a terrible French mimic. Once I realized it was none other than Fleur Delacour, Bill’s soon to be French maiden; I thought it would be amusing to try and give a welcoming surprise for being in the bathroom longer than...well, any mirror-crazed female. Reaching my hand into my left pocket, I took out a dungbomb and released it -- its miniature form sneaking its way under the crack of the door.

Putting my ear against the wood, I slowly counted down to myself, "3...2...1...BOOM!" A high-pitched scream nearly shattered every window in the burrow and I instantly regretted my decision. "WHAT IN ZE WORLD!" French then began to unravel like a barking goblin, and it was then I thought it would be a good idea to run as fast as I could up the stairs away from Fleur and away from Bill downstairs. "FRED WEAZLEY!"

...too late.

"I KNOW EET WAZ YOU." A clean, polished finger pointed in my direction and I saw the usual lovely face of Fleur now resembling a rabid rabbit on the loose. Her blue eyes were wide as a deer in headlights as her hair...if you could call it that at the moment; mane quite more like it, were spread in opposite directions. Correction: she resembled more of a loony rabid rabbit on the loose. "I AM GOING TO REPORT ZIS TO YOUR MOZER!"

"Erm, my what? If you're talking about mum, she's quite busy downstairs." I tried to play it cool, my inner woman wanting to submerge.

I shouldn't have said that -- her blue eyes beginning to churn into a dark oblivion that began to possess me. There was only one thing I could do: act stupid. "Besides, the bathroom reeks! What did you eat Fleur? Surely our mother’s food isn't that bad."

It was then more screaming came from downstairs, and I began to panic. "FRED WEASLEY WHAT IS GOING ON UP THERE?" Blimey. I was in for it this time. I was a rat in a trap -- desperate to find a way out, desperate to find a lump of cheese on the way.

Fleur thought it would be best to stomp downstairs and "report" to my mother, as I had a different plan in mind. Quickly, my arm surrounded her waist and I pulled her backwards, instantly concealing her screams with my hand. Whoever thought small, french women were creatures of delicacy – I’m telling you now that is mental. Remove that from your thoughts right this instant.

I was elbowed, bit, punched, and I think scratched on my right eyebrow, how that happened...not too sure. Eventually we were in the broom cupboard and I had enchanted the door with an invisible lock and silence charm to make sure Ms. Frenchie didn't try anything stupid. "WHAT IZ WRONG WITH YOU?" She pushed her small hands against my chest as I was pushed backwards. Well, my back hit the wall with a small amount of mini-hulk force -- I reminded myself never to mess with Frenchie again. Holding onto her hands to stop her from pushing again or worse; hitting, I forced her to hush, which didn't work out too well. "GET ME OUT OF HERE, RIGHT ZIS INSTANT!" I
swear to Merlin that I thought she was then going to spit in my face.

To calm her down, I thought some words would provide impartiality. "I'll get you out of here once you stop yelling!" "HOW COULD I STOP YELLING? FIRST, YOU PUT A DEEZGUSTING BOMB IN ZE BATHROOM AND NOW YOU HAVE ME UNDER HOSTAGE IN ZIS...(she observed the area at once) REVOLTING ROOM THAT IZ FILTHY!"

"First off, it wasn't me who set the bomb off (bloody damn right I fibbed), and secondly: this is a cupboard room and it's supposed to be filthy. Now please, stop yelling Frenchie or you'll be forever submitted into this filthy cupboard for the rest of your life." I know that was a bit much yet I thought it was necessary to shut her up. How could a quarter veela creature of Hell stand to be in such a disgusting place, right? I know, brilliant.

She then sighed and began cursing in French under her breath, which oddly enough was quite attractive. As I began to think her veela prowess was kicking in, I shook my head to rid myself of her succubus clouts. She was my brother’s soon to be wife, and I just realized I used magic outside of school. “Now, here’s the plan. You’re not going to say a word to anyone downstairs that any of this happened or–” I couldn’t believe I was at a loss of what the consequence would be. “Or, what Weazley, hm?”

“--getting to that.”

“—Leesen, thees iz ridiculous. If you don’t get me out of here in five meelaseconds, I will scream.”

“—Now now, we agreed that wouldn’t happen. Besides, I applied a silence charm. No one will hear you.”

“—Een close range zey will. I am not stoopid, If you forgot I know how to use mageec az well.”

“—Splendid. If you come to know our family during breakfast time you’ll realize no one will be near this cupboard for hours.”

That seemed to affect Frenchie, the expression of hatred turning into a look that could commit mass suicide upon the thousands. Luckily for me I began to quickly think of a consequence as she probably began to think of ways to slaughter me with the amount of brooms we had in this confined space. Whatever she was thinking about, I left it to her imagination. Once I was able to think of a consequence, I opened my mouth to say, “Or I will say that you clogged the toilet.”

“WAT!?”

She had many harsh expressions for an attractive woman, and immediately she was beginning to remind me of my mother – that terrified me. “Look, it’s as simple as you keeping your mouth shut and me not admitting that you are a toilet clogger.”

“You are a terrible terrible person who haz no justice!”

“And you say terrible in a very interesting way. Now do we have a deal?”

“No. We do not!”

“Really? Well, the power is in your command, Fleur. Would you really want to be the toilet clogger in the family? That’s quite a reputation to keep.”

“Oh shut up eediot. How do I get out of here?” She leaned in towards the knob and began to shake it powerfully, jerking it for a good five minutes as I watched in fascination. I counted in my head how long this particular charade lasted and it literally lasted about four minutes and forty two seconds. I was mildly impressed, although I would expect much more stamina from someone who was a quarter veela.

Exhaling, I observed the side of the cupboard as Fleur continued jerking the knob mindlessly. I found a massive spider-web set comfortably in the corner with a just as massive spider sitting contently on the side. Could it be God was watching out for me this very moment?

I found this discovery to be an opportunity of perfection – turning towards Fleur and clearing my throat for her attention (I also made a side note to hide this spider later for Ron’s benefit). When it didn’t seem to work I whispered at first, “Frenchie…Frenchie.” Nope. That didn’t seem to work either. Extending my arm in front of her (which was an idiotic thing to do, let me tell you) – she elbowed my side and persistently began to punch at my chest.

Trying to avoid the corner where the spider’s home was located at all costs, I stepped back in the opposite direction before one of the brooms interceded one of my steps and I soon fell backwards. Frenchie went down with me; her punches paused at the moment as her hands were spread on my chest. It took a moment to realize what had just happened before I saw the eyes of Fleur gazing into my own. We were in close proximity of one another, her breath the only sound heard before she grabbed my collar and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was I who pulled away at first, observing her seductive blue optics to search for some sense. When I had confirmed she was in out of her head, I decided I wouldn’t knock any sense into her since she was the one who started it. Instantly I pulled her closer, the soft inflexibility of her frame satiating my want – this seemed to please her as she released a sort of feline cry.

Once she was closer, her hands careened over my chest and slid down to my torso before she hovered it above the button of my pants. She looked up at me then, her mouth agape while releasing this sweet toxin from her mouth. “What are you doing?” She didn’t have to answer; the intoxicating smell that was only sweet at first began to infiltrate all of my senses and made me consumed by…whatever it was.

She made a satisfied groan, leaning in again to kiss me. Her soft lip buds were warm and sensual, my hand instinctively moving to the back of her head to press her harder into me, my tongue rolling over her teeth and making way into her heated mouth. She moaned again…it wasn’t difficult to make her do so and it let me know if I was doing the right thing.

We made out for a good couple of minutes once she decided to get more personal. Her fingers reached for the button of my pants and I decided that could wait. Sitting up, I lifted her slightly and wrapped her strapping long legs around my waist for better leverage.

Instead of moaning, she made a sort of mew sound. It was fantastic. I bet Bill had a lot of fun with her in the bedroom. I wondered since she had initiated this if she would permit my next action – my hand moving under her skirt and quickly penetrating between her slits through the thin cloth of her undergarments.

I could feel her moist and wet; which instantly got me more excited if possible. Her body twitched as she cried, her hand quickly going under her own skirt which began directing my fingers in movement. She continued to release her wonderful sounds until she made a sharp cry when she directed me to a sensitive spot between her legs.

Steadying herself, she moved closer to me but stood on her knees. Her lips were right on my forehead, and breasts right in front of my eyesight. I could feel her unsteady sweet breath hit my forehead as she said seductively, “Caress me there.” Curious and knowing, I began to move my fingers and she immediately clutched onto my shoulders desperately as I kept a steady pace, her hips beginning to rock against my fingers. Testing my limits, I went higher and Fleur seemed to disapprove of this, directing my fingers lower. “Right here.”

Leaning towards my ear she whispered, “It feels better right there.” I did not object, who was I to say one way felt better than the other? Fleur began to rock her hips again, my fingers applying pressure to her sweet spot. Looking directly at me she pouted and cried, “please?”

Grinning from her plead, I moved aside the cloth that separated her private, moist area from me. I felt her hold her breath as I flicked my thumb over her sensitive spot and didn’t even need to lick my fingers before I inserted them into her wet slit.

Making a pleasurable cry, she passionately bit the nook of my shoulder and moved both arms around my neck. Moving up to kiss me multiple times on the lips, I began to pump my fingers slowly at first and then pumped harder and faster. Biting her lower lip, she leaned back as her neck became exposed, my head leaning in to lick the flesh there.

Her cries of pleasure didn’t stop as I continued pumping, me controlling the pace as she controlled me. “Mm, mm, mmm.” Grabbing my hair, she pulled it backwards, me losing control over my fingers and quickly stopping the process that I was thoroughly enjoying. She didn’t seem to exactly mind, her expert fingers grabbing my manhood and exposing my erection as she slid down the cloth that hid it, slowly.

Licking her lips she hissed inward, “You’re beeggur than Bill.” Lifting herself, she held onto my erection as she slid herself onto me, a painful cry exploding into my eardrums that mixed with my own grunt of pleasure. Warm, wet, and just right, she moved to the tip of my nose and licked it once.

And she nibbled and bit at my nose as I thought it was the most fascinating thing because, it got me more eager to fuck her senseless. How she knew that would work on me…is a mystery of the french or Veela – whichever part invaded to know what would get me going I would need to thank in the end. “Caress me while I make love to you.” God, her french accent never sounded so heavenly at this time, my fingers reaching under her skirt to rub her favorite spot, which was beginning to become my favorite spot as well.

“Mmmm Fred.” She began jumping up and down as I penetrated her; I was beginning to wonder if the silent charm was working as Fleur was loud for the both of us, her sputters of French both insanely sexy and hilarious. We rocked hard and long before she finally came, a scratch now visible on the back of my neck and a bite mark on my shoulder.

She licked off the blood, whispering into my ear that she would still make love to me until I came. She positioned herself where she could hold onto me closely, her breasts in my face as she pounded into me like a mad woman. It was only minutes later I eventually came and I felt my seed release into her. Breathless and content, she rested on my shoulder as she pecked at my neck and rubbed the scratch mark on the back of it.

I didn’t mind it, and it wasn’t even painful. Still inside me, she pulled me out and turned around, sitting on me again but with her back against my chest. Grabbing my hand, she pecked my fingers and said, “You are a great lover. Have you been eentimate with other women?” Grabbing her waist, I shook my head and lied through my teeth, “You’re the first.”

Surprised by this she smirked to herself, “I don’t beleeve you. Unless you are just a natural.”

“You’re right, but you Fleur are a beast.”

Giggling, she stood up and adjusted her shirt and skirt to vanish the wrinkles. “I’ve decided I wouldn’t tell. Now get me out of zis cupboard Weasley. Ou bien il y aura une découverte.”

Standing, I re-buttoned my trousers and disabled the lock on the door. Opening the door with a simple turn of the knob, I muttered, “Voila. As easy as disabling the charm.”

“If only you would have done that earlier.”

“Ah yes, but earlier you didn’t agree to not say anything.”

“Don’t you like how I agreed?”

I nodded and smirked, thinking briefly of what needed to happen in order for her to agree. “I do indeed Frenchie. I do indeed. ”