HP: A New Life

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A few weeks later.

Paris.

Fleur pov:

Fleur took a sip of her coffee as she enjoys the beautiful evening sky from this muggle establishment that they call a cafe. She found the taste of the coffee good enough considering it is made by muggles.

She has nothing against the muggles but they can't really compete with magically grown and brewed coffee that is available in the magical world.

Fleur was enjoying her cup in silence but is again disturbed by the waiter who once again came to her table asker about her experience or if she wanted anything. She is really beginning to consider hexing this man with how much he is annoying her by coming to her table every chance he gets.

Fleur sighed, this is why she hates coming to the muggle world. Even though she has fully contained her allure and is not even letting her passive allure get out, she is still getting unwanted attention just due to her beautiful veela looks.

At least with most witches and wizards, they can resist her passive allure so she doesn't need to forcefully conceal it. But even the lack of her allure hasn't stopped these muggles from openly gawking at her like a bunch of dumb trolls.

She was just about to put up some privacy spells but then she felt Harry's presence, just a few movements later she watches him enter the cafe. She couldn't help but smile as he makes way to her table and sits in front of her.

Fleur doesn't have to hold back anymore, her allure which she was holding back all this time comes rushing out of her body. But instead of rushing out in all directions like usual her allure is only flowing towards Harry on its own. Fleur's allure which is supposed to draw people in after mixing with Harry's aura is now pushing people out.

All of sudden the attention she was receiving from the muggles fades away. Fleur smiles wondering if Harry even noticed the effect he has on her allure or did he just chalk it up to his aura?

Aura Manipulation, a highly advanced and complicated branch of magic that very few witches and wizards can master. It requires a very powerful and deep understanding of your magic in order to project and manipulate your own aura around yourself. But this is something that every veela has to learn from a young age to control her allure.

When Harry is around Fleur's allure automatically rushes toward him and matches the aura he is projecting. This is a sign that Fleur's magic has completely accepted Harry as her mate, but she doubts Harry knows anything about this because such knowledge about a veela's magic is never passed to those outside of their kind.

"What's with all the smiling? Did you miss me so much that you can't help but smile whenever I am around?" Harry said as an easy smirk formed on his face.

Fleur responded by throwing a breadstick at his face but the bread never made it to his face because it stopped mid-air before gently floating back to the table.

"Don't worry about that, let's go! we have a city to explore" Fleur said as she puts some money on the table before taking Harry's hand and dragging him out of the cafe.

Fleur and Harry then spent the next few hours exploring the city of Paris, they just talked and talked as they took in all the sights and visited many muggle establishments. Both of them were mostly left to themselves due to Harry's aura basically acting as a powerful notice-me-not charm around them.

Fleur and Harry have been meeting almost every day since they saw each other during the duelling tournament. Fleur can't help but sigh wistfully thinking about wonderful these last few weeks have been. Just a few weeks ago she wasn't even sure that her Harry even existed in this world and now he is right next to her, lovingly holding her hand as they toured this city.

This is just one thing that is missing, they still haven't been intimate with each other ever after being together for weeks now. They have been making out every chance they get but Harry won't let it go any further than that. Mentally they both are over forty and their bodies are also matured already but Harry just won't listen. He still wants to wait a few years but Fleur is not sure that she can't wait that long. She has been trying to tempt him for the last few weeks but Harry being the stubborn arse he is, would not budge.

Suddenly her stomach rumbled, Fleur couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. All of this walking made her hungry and she only had a cup of coffee before coming.

Harry only smiled at her before she felt a familiar pull of apparition and the next moment, both of them were on a rooftop.

On the rooftop, there is a table and two chairs set up with a basket sitting on top and more importantly, the rooftop has the perfect view of the beautiful city. Fleur can see the entire city from here, from the beautiful tower to the beautifully lit buildings and colourful nightlife of Paris.

Fleur's eyes began to water but she held herself back, she turns to Harry who just has a simple smile on his face. This man, she sighs, he makes these beautiful and romantic gestures without even realising it.