Hello, Drinor here. I'm happy to publish a new Chapter of You are the only Flower of my Life.
If you want to Read Two More Chapter Right Now. Write 'www.Patreon.com/Drinor' in the Websearch.
Chapter 6 (A Veela's Heart) and Chapter 7 (The Dragon Was Easier) are already available for Patrons.
The Great Lake glimmered as Harry and Fleur stood on a grassy hill, their wands at the ready. His attention was entirely on Fleur. They had been practicing dueling spells for the past hour, and she had been merciless.
"Zis ees ze famous Harry Potter? I expected more fire," Fleur teased, twirling her wand between her fingers as if this were all just a game.
Harry grinned, breathless but determined. "Oh, I've got plenty of fire. You just haven't seen it yet."
Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement, the afternoon sun reflecting in her silvery-blonde hair. "I 'ope so, Arry. Eet would be disappointing if zis were all you 'ad to offer."
She flicked her wand, and before Harry could react, a bolt of blue light shot toward him. He barely managed to duck, the spell whizzing past his ear and striking a nearby tree with a loud crack.
"Alright, alright!" Harry exclaimed, straightening up. "I was just warming up."
Fleur smirked, clearly enjoying herself. "We 'ave been warming up for over an 'our. At zis rate, I will 'ave to cool you down."
Harry rolled his shoulders, his heart racing not just from the dueling but from the way her words always carried that sly, teasing edge. "You won't get me that easily," he muttered.
They circled each other slowly, their wands raised. Harry knew she was better than him—her spells were sharper, quicker, and she had an arsenal of hexes he hadn't even heard of. But that didn't stop him from enjoying the way she teased him, the way her lips curled in that smirk when she thought she had the upper hand.
"Come on, Harry," Fleur called, her voice lilting, her French accent making everything sound like a song. "Don't make me wait forever."
Harry smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it."
He flicked his wand and sent a Stupefy her way, but she deflected it with a casual flick of her own. The spell ricocheted off her shield, sizzling into the air harmlessly.
"You 'ave to be faster zan zat," she purred, stepping closer, her wand poised.
Her closeness made his pulse quicken. "You say that like I'm not just getting started," Harry shot back, stepping sideways, his gaze never leaving hers. He wanted to catch her off guard, to give her a taste of her own playful taunting.
Fleur raised an eyebrow, her eyes dancing with laughter. "Is zat a challenge?"
In response, Harry shot another spell, this time a Disarming Charm. But Fleur was too fast; she sidestepped it effortlessly, her robes swirling around her as she moved with an elegance that made his breath hitch.
"Too slow," she chided softly, her voice a silky caress.
"Or maybe you're just too fast," Harry countered, unable to keep the grin off his face.
Their flirtation layered itself seamlessly into the duel, each spell they cast dripping with tension that went beyond just magic. Fleur shot a jinx his way, and Harry ducked, but her laugh followed him, bright and light. She clearly enjoyed every moment of this, and despite how hard she was pushing him, Harry couldn't help but enjoy it, too.
"You are at ze mercy of ze best dueler in Beauxbatons," Fleur said, her wand pointed straight at him. "What will you do now, Arry?"
"Whatever I need to," Harry replied, dodging another jinx. "Maybe I'll surprise you."
YOU ARE READING
You are the only Flower of my Life
FanfictieAfter the First Task ended, Fleur could not believe the one she had called a little boy, the one she had dismissed, was capable of getting so far ahead of her, but her anger turned into intrigue when she found him singing by himself in the grounds o...
