Harry Potter And The Dark Order

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - in France

"Did you hear Fleur and Harry return in the morning? Should I wake them up for breakfast?"

Armand paused. He had not heard the two teens return but how could he tell his wife without worrying her?

"Well..."

Gabrielle barrelled in the sitting room. She came to a halt seeing them cuddled up together. She blushed but her eyes told her amusement.

"Hello sweetie, what do you want?" Apolline asked.

"Ah, well, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Gabrielle asked.

"No, speak up. Is Fleur awake? I can make her some breakfast..." the mother paused at the wince on her daughters face. "She did not return last night, did she?"

"I'll take care of it, you rest," Armand told his wife.

Just then the front door opened and the family stood.

"This is so bad," Harry muttered.

"You were late," Fleur told him.

"But you delayed me more," Harry returned.

"Où avez-vous été deux? (Where have you two been?)", Armand demanded. Apolline and Gabrielle where right behind him.

"His fault!"

"No, it was yours too," Harry returned. He could tell Armand was worried more than angry even though he did not understand a word he said.

"What did you do?" Apolline asked suspiciously.

Harry blushed and Fleur snickered.

"I'd rather not say," Harry muttered. "It's bad enough that Fleur knows."

"You cannot, not tell mama," Fleur declared. "You see 'arry met zis 'ansome man..."

Harry groaned. "Fleur..."

"Now I'm curious," Apolline cut him off.

"Well, 'arry has un amant (a lover)!"" Fleur squealed.

Her mother and sister were equally pleased. Seeing them so excited Armand felt for the male teen.
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Rabastan decided to eat out that night and close enough to his hotel room. He chose to eat in a Muggle establishment as it was unwise to linger in the Parisian magical community for too long. He could not believe his luck when he found a familiar face already in the small, Muggle restaurant. Those rosy cheeks and messy raven hair reminded him of his lover of two days prior. He had decided to write to him soon for another meeting but he was fortunate enough to meet him this night.

However his elation was short lived when he saw how the green eyed minx was escorted by no less than three beautiful figures, two women and a young girl. They all had exceptionally beautiful looks and Rabastan quickly understood why. They were all Veela's, or part Veela as their allure was not that strong.

Still, the Lestrange was not known for backing down from something he wanted. He approached the table and he suppressed a smirk when he saw Harry's jaw drop

Apolline caught the byplay between them and

" Bonsoir Monsieur. Connaissez-vous notre Harry? (Bonsoir Monsieur. Do you know our Harry?)" she questioned.

"Oui madame. Nous avons eu une rencontre agréable, il ya deux jours.Il est inoubliable (Yes, madam. We had a pleasant meeting two days ago. He is unforgettable)" Rabastan replied in perfect French.

Apolline offered him a radiant smile and shifted on her chair. Rabastan caught sight of her slight bulge that belied her pregnancy.

"My husband will join us soon. You are welcome to share dinner with us," she invited.

Rabastan nodded. "Thank you."

Fleur rose from her seat near Harry and a waiter came with another chair and plate for her.

"I'm Apolline Delacour, my daughters Fleur and Gabrielle." A tall man with light blond hair and brown eyes approached and Apolline smiled. "My 'usband Armand Delacour."

"Rabastan Evrard Graves," he offered.

"Any relation to Merton Graves from the 'Weird Sisters'?" Harry asked.

"None that I know," Rabastan replied. "I know nothing about playing the cello."

Harry smiled and mouthed a 'thank you' to Apolline.

"You said you were not local," Rabastan whispered to Harry.

"I'm not. The Delacour's, they helped me and still are. I owe them a lot," Harry said fondly. "Still, what are the chances of seeing you here tonight?"

"I guess luck was on your side," Rabastan.

Harry offered a smile and turned to the waiter to order.

Rabastan waited as Harry spoke with the family. It was later that evening and the dinner had ended. Rabastan had offered Harry a drink and Apolline accepted and 'allowed' him to go.

The older wizard smirked when he saw the teen walk back to him.

"I know a nice establishment just an apparition away from here," Rabastan offered his arm to the youth.

Harry smiled and accepted. "This was not how I thought I would see you again," Harry told him.

"I was busy the last two days but I wanted to write to you soon. I dare say you've been on my mind."

Harry blushed but the dark of the night covered it.

"You know, we could always skip the drink," Rabastan suggested.

Harry swallowed when a hand rested on his waist, pulling him close to the older wizard as they kept walking. It was a very warm night but Harry knew it was unnatural to feel as hot as he did that moment. The hand strayed a bit and brushed over Harry's firm butt. The teen froze and Rabastan stopped walking as well, pulling the teen against him.

"I want to taste you right now Harry," Rabastan breathed.

Harry felt anticipation grip him. Despite their one night together he was still very new to this.

Rabastan touched his chin and tilted his head a bit up so he could lean down without too much effort on his part.

When he was kissed again after two long days Harry moaned with pleasure. It seemed to urge Rabastan on as he pulled the smaller body against his having Harry throw a leg over his hip, rubbing against his body. The friction did not help the escaped convict in any way. He had been hot and bothered since the last time with this minx. Having this willing body so close to him again made him not want to let Harry out of his bed for days.

Harry felt a stir in his loins and broke the kiss.

"Let's skip the drink," Harry gasped out.

Rabastan pulled him in an alley before Apparating both of them to his hotel room. He stepped away from Harry long enough to kick his shoes off. He was pleasantly surprised to see Harry had already taken his shirt off and was working on his trousers.

"Let me help with that," Rabastan told him as he pulled Harry's hands away from his belt. He let his rough palms skid over Harry's smooth chest. His gaze caught sight of a feint scar near his collarbone. He frowned a bit but felt those small hands reach for his trousers.

"Don't do it little imp," Rabastan warned. "I want to taste every inch of you first and then I can have you screaming as I fill every inch of your sweet little ass."

Harry blushed but dropped his hands and let go.