As Amelia scanned the two girls, she frowned and said, "I think we have a problem."
"What's the problem?" Mr. Delacour asked in fear, "they haven't been-they're still..."
"They haven't been violated, if that is what you are asking." Amelia told him soothingly.
Mr. Delacour breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately she wasn't done.
"They've been slave bonded." She told them gravely.
"What?!" Mr. Delacour yelled, despair written all over his face again.
"It appears to be quite well done too..." Amelia said slowly, "Evidently whoever did it has plenty of experience doing it. The only good thing about it as at least it is still open-ended to allow the eventual owner to take control of them, which will force them to always be owned without hope of release, but they won't automatically die as long as we find a permanent owner for them in the next day or two."
"Any owner could treat them as slaves and do whatever they want with them!" Mr. Delacour yelled.
"I thought bonds weren't that bad?" Harry questioned, "Pansy told me about them, she said that it just allowed whoever they bonded themselves to to be prevented from having relations with anyone else, and that they couldn't marry anyone else without the owner of the bond's approval."
"She was referring to the lowest form of the bond Harry." Amelia informed him patently, "The bond both Fleur and Gabrielle are under is far worse. It's done involuntarily using some of the worst kind of magic there is. Even the least reputable of wizards wouldn't dare use it, only the most vile filth would. Using such magic, anyone could be made into little more than a slave, not even allowed to perform basic functions such as relieve themselves should their master deny them that privilege, even to the point of death. If their master commanded them to torture and even kill themselves they would be forced to do it. It was outlawed in Britain and almost every country for good reason, even though its practice still continues illegally in the slave trade."
Harry was shocked, trying to imagine being forced to live such a life, nor what this now meant for Fleur and Gabrielle."
"It's all right," Amelia tried to console Mr. Delacour, "as long as they have a good master that gives them complete freedom there is no reason why they can't have a normal life."
"I cannot claim them myself." Mr. Delacour announced, "No father should ever truly own their children and force them in such ways. Nor can I simply give them over to anyone else I know as I'm not sure they could be trusted."
It was then that Mr. Delacour turned to Harry, as if seeming to consider something. "Since it was your money that bought them back in the first place, I feel I should offer it to you." The distraught man suggested.
Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise. "No way, how could I ever be a slave master to Fleur or Gabrielle?" He asked incredulously.
"They would only be slaves if you treated them as such." Amelia reminded him, "I can't help but keep in mind how you treat all three of your betrothed. Have you ever mistreated any of them?"
"No!" He exclaimed, scandalized by the mere thought.
"I'm honestly amazed at you Harry," Amelia said with a proud smile, "while I don't like the situation anymore than you do, I think you would be our best solution, especially if Mr. Delacour is also recommending it. The heavy duty potion drugs that they've been give will take another few days to wear off anyway without the antidote, after both Fleur and Gabrielle will need to be bonded to someone."
Harry sighed, why did stuff like this keep happening to him? A million things could go wrong with the plan, but he also saw no way he could refuse after being offered it like he had by Mr. Delacour.
"Very well then I must accept," he said, "but I'm also swearing an unbreakable vow right now and upon my magic that I will never mistreat either Fleur or Gabrielle or treat them as slaves. So mote it be."
Amelia gave him a smile of approval at having taken such an action and he was glad to see Mr. Delacour's fears subside just a little bit with that declaration.
"What am I going to do?" He asked them both.
DUELDUELDUEL
The last few times that Fleur woke up it was to find that she was bound and gagged and inside a building right next to her sister.
She was given some food and some water and forced to eat, along with Gabrielle. When she had tried talking to Gabrielle in an effort to comfort her, as she was looking just as scared as she was, she had immediately been slapped across the face, putting an end to her efforts.
The food seemed to be laced with some kind of potion that made her lose consciousness, until she was woken up to eat again, with the process repeating itself.
Exactly how long between meals transpired she was unsure, but she was also terrified that she might never escape. All avenues of escape or time to achieve it in seemed impossible. She however had a pretty good idea of just what had happened. Both her and Gabrielle had been kidnapped, she had heard about things like this happening to Veela from her grandmother, but she had never thought that it would happen to her. Now it appeared it was her fate to be some sex slave along with her sister.
She was grateful, in a twisted sort of way, that it was unlikely she would be separated from her sister. The two would be a paired item, sold in a package deal in a bid for more money.
Upon waking up, she fully expected to find herself still tied up inside the room that they had been held in, but when she opened them to find that it was not the case, instead she was inside another room. She only grew more alarmed as she thought it meant they had finally arrived at their destination on wherever the slave traders were planning on sending her.
Instead she found she was lying on a bed, and realized that she was no longer tied up and had full use of her hands and feet.
It was then that she heard someone's footsteps nearby. Pretending to still be asleep, she closed her eyes and waited for the person to come closer.
The person's footsteps suddenly ended right next to her, and she could feel some of their breath meaning they currently had their face directly over her.
Thinking that this may be her only chance at escape as some fool had left her untied, she tried to punch whoever it was right in the face.
The person reeled back in agony and as she opened up her eyes and tried to get up to give them another punch, only to realize that it was Susan.
"Gosh Fleur was that really necessary?" Susan asked, her nose now bleeding.
"Hold on, let me fix it for you." Madame Bones now said, pointing her wand at the girl, immediately stopping the blood flow.
"Thanks." Susan said, still batting at her nose to check to see if it was fully healed.
To Fleur's delight her father appeared and hurried over next to her with concern written across his face, "Are you okay honey?"
She nodded, and asked, "Where are we?"
"At my house in Britain." Madame Bones replied, "After taking you to the hospital for a bit to get you checked out we decided to take you back here."
"How did we get here? How did you manage to help us escape?" Fleur then asked.
"We managed to free you," Her father explained, "you're lucky we got to you both in time."
He related the story to her on how they were able to get to Guatemala where she had been taken and used Harry's money to buy them both back, before having them emergency transported to Britain. She didn't ask just why they had chosen Britain instead of her native France however.
"Where is Harry now?" Fleur asked, "I want to thank him, he likely saved our lives."
At this, her father seemed to instantly grow even more worried.
"He's busy dealing with a few things at the moment." Her father explained, although she sensed that there was a lot more to it than that.
"We'll need to discuss a few things with you and Gabrielle, but until then I'd suggest that you simply try to allow yourself to rest and perhaps try and heal." Madame Bones told her.
She nodded and lay back down as her father prattled on about random things; home, his wedding and how extravagant it was, how he met their mother, really anything he could think of. She could tell he was using the stories to help keep her mind off of her ordeal.
As for herself, she was still reeling from the fear that she had been harboring, that of never seeing her family again, being forced to do unspeakable things as a slave, it was all still fresh in her mind. It appeared that she was indeed very fortunate to have dodged such a bullet. If it hadn't been for Madame Bones, her father, and especially Harry, she likely would still be enslaved.
When Gabrielle finally woke up, she also had similar questions to which she received similar answers, but once again Fleur knew they were still hiding something, and something big.
It was only until hours later after they had both eaten a hearty meal to make up for the relatively small amounts they had been eating in captivity that she learned what.
"Its not really very easy to say this," Her father began slowly as he told both of them what he'd been keeping to himself, "but I couldn't see any other option."
"What is it?" Gabrielle asked him.
"While you were in captivity you were put under a slave bond, one that would force you to be owned by someone for the rest of your lives." He told them.
Fleur's breath caught, she had heard of slave bonds being used on Veela and they were widely considered to be some of the worst magic you could use on a person. Would she really be consigned to such a fate?
"Can't you remove it?" Gabrielle asked, not entirely sure just what her father meant.
"I'm afraid not..." Her father answered regretfully, "We were at least lucky enough to get to you before you were actually bonded to someone. Had we gotten to you at the time you reached your destination, any action to try and remove you from your slave owner would have led to your death."
"Who are we bonded to then?" Fleur asked, "We can't just be bonded to no one."
"We knew that if you weren't bonded to someone in the next few days that it would kill you and so we had to take drastic measures without being able to ask you for your approval of who it is." Her father then said.
"Who. Was. it." Fleur demanded.
"You both know I couldn't do it myself, nor could I trust anyone else to do it, or had a lot of time to choose someone. I made a perhaps rash decision but at the time it seemed like a good idea. You see, I chose Harry." He told them haltingly.
"What? You chose Harry!?" Gabrielle exclaimed in shock.
Fleur herself was in shock, trying to fathom this new information. She was now a slave to a boy she had only just met a few weeks ago.
"I know that the circumstances aren't ideal, but I figured that a boy willing to sacrifice 100 thousand galleons as well as risk his own life to save you would be a good owner for you. He also has three girls already betrothed to him, and treats them very well." Her father told them quickly, "Harry didn't want to do it but we, Madame Bones and I, were not willing to take no for an answer and as soon as it became apparent he only had one choice he made an unbreakable vow to always treat you well and not to treat you as mere slaves. He is almost as bound as you are now."
"He really did that...?" Fleur asked incredulously, almost anyone in his position would have at least been tempted to take advantage of being given such a position. He literally could have commanded them to do anything and they would be forced to do it.
"He did," Her father confirmed, "and I'm honestly very impressed that he would do that. He's also very worried about you two and how to care for you both."
As her father explained a few more things, mostly to Gabrielle, who still seemed confused about just what a slave bond was, she realized that perhaps it wouldn't be all bad. She could have had a much worse master. In truth, while teasing Gabrielle about her crush on Harry, she had been harboring a small one herself, he was rather cute, and certainly a nice boy, although since he was a few years younger than her she hadn't thought much past that other than conclude that, had he not already been betrothed to three other girls, he would be a great match for Gabrielle.
This also introduced a new concern: the fact that he would be balancing a relationship with those three girls along with two slaves. While her father was just now explaining that they would be given as many rights as Harry could give them, she knew that she and Gabrielle simply wouldn't be regarded at the same level as 'free' women at least by others if they ever found out. She could only speculate just what that would end up meaning.
"Harry has also agreed to marry you when the time comes." Her father admitted, prompting Gabrielle to suddenly have her mouth drop open in surprise. While Gabrielle may have had more than one fantasy about marrying Harry, she certainly would not have imagined it to be like this. Still, Fleur could almost see the gears running through Gabrielle's mind.
"I want to talk to Harry." Fleur announced.
"That can be arranged." Her father said easily, "He's no doubt worried to death over how you both will react to him and his position, but he should be expecting it. I would hope that you won't be too hard on him, it really isn't his fault."
"I'll try to be gentle." Fleur said.
"I would like to as well." Gabrielle stated.
"You'll get your chance but I would prefer to talk to him alone first." Fleur told her, to which Gabrielle nodded, seeming to understand.
After being told where he was by her father - currently in his bedroom - she headed over, trying to think exactly what to say to him. First she wanted to express her gratitude for him helping to save her, second to make him feel more at ease as she couldn't really be angry with him, not after how he'd acted; swearing an unbreakable vow and agreeing to marry them. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, as she could only guess what he was going through right now.
Yet as she knocked on the door and opened it without bothering to hear a reply, she found him currently standing over his bed , a frightened look on his face as he looked over at her, as if in fear of what she might do to him.
"Its all right, I'm not here to hurt you." She said gently.
"What about what I did to you?" he asked.
"What you did to me?" She asked, "You didn't do anything except save my life, I should be thanking you."
He still looked terrified, as if not entirely sure what to do with himself, and she was still reminded that this was only a 12 year old boy who still had no idea how to handle the huge problems that no child should ever have to face, yet he faced everyday as more continued to weigh him down.
She may have been concerned over her finding out she was a slave, but the way he looked at her right now, so innocent and so very worried about how she would react towards him caused her to suddenly forget all of that. He was just so... something that she couldn't explain, leaving her unable to say anything further. Finally she embraced him and did the one thing that she could think to do in that situation, the only way she could really express how she felt at that moment: she kissed him.
The kiss was not one of romantic passion, nor was it even one a couple might share, it was more her way of truly thanking him for what he had done, and also to remind him that things were okay. Yet also in a way it was her accepting him for who he was and what they could one day be.
He seemed surprised, but did not object as she continued to kiss him further, allowing both of them to enjoy the wonderful sensations they were feeling. Other thoughts and worries now melting away, they kissed for awhile longer before they finally broke apart.
"I'm not mad Harry." She was able to tell him before suddenly losing her ability to speak again. Whatever she was feeling she was still trying to process, and with her previous thoughts now rushing back it was leaving her temporarily unable to handle it all.
He also seemed to have lost the ability to speak which eventually forced her to say, "We'll talk later, I think Gabrielle wants to talk to you now."
Nodding, Harry agreed and she left to go sort things out before she tried again.
Meanwhile Gabrielle was waiting to see Harry herself. Unbeknownst to her, she was feeling much the same feelings as Fleur, only she was in greater control of them. After her sister left so quickly, she entered Harry's bedroom and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Hey..." she said quietly.
"Hey." Harry said back.
"So, should I call you master, or overlord?" Gabrielle said, trying to lighten things up with a joke.
"Just Harry will be fine." He said.
"Well then Just Harry, what is your first command?" She asked him teasingly. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't actually treat her as a slave, so she felt capable of making jokes, even if it was partially as a defense mechanism so as not to have to deal with the underlying problems.
"I'm not going to command you to do anything." He said firmly, "Just live your life the way you want to."
"Could you at least give me one so I know how it feels?" She asked him reasonably.
He looked at her moment before saying, "Raise your right hand."
Instantly something took over her as she found herself raising her right hand.
"Wow that's weird." She admitted.
"Did it hurt? Me forcing you like that?" He asked her worriedly.
"No, I think it would only hurts if I try to resist." She guessed as she lowered her hand back down.
As Gabrielle looked over at Harry, she was suddenly hit by an emotion that was still rather foreign to her, it seemed to go beyond the mere infatuation that she had possessed for him before. He'd helped save her life, so maybe that was it, but she felt like there was something more behind it.
Without realizing it, Harry gave her another command, "Tell me how you're feeling right now."
Blushing but unable to avoid it, she said, "I was thinking about how much I like you and want to kiss you right now."
Harry's eyes widened before finally saying, "It appears you aren't the only one. Fleur just kissed me as well. Maybe there was some kind of yearning to kiss their master involved in the slave spell that was used on you two."
"I think its more a Veela thing, I'm guessing..." Gabrielle answered thoughtfully, "My father mentioned something about that just before I came in, about how Veela can react like that when they are really grateful to someone and really like them."
Harry laughed, "I think that might be just a human thing too. I've been tempted to kiss either Pansy, Su, or Susan on occasion as well."
Then Harry thought about just what she had last said. "Wait a minute, you like me?" He asked, "Even after what I did to you?"
"You didn't do anything to me, I know that and I'm sure Fleur does too." Gabrielle responded, "If I'm going to be bonded to someone I could do a lot worse. I already liked you, even before you rescued us, but I think I like you even more now after I heard what you did."
"It all just happened so fast..." He admitted as he began to then relate to her his own thoughts and fears, how he would treat the two of them, how he had been so glad to have been able to rescue them, and how he had felt when her father had suggested that he take responsibility of them.
She listened quietly to him before giving her own thoughts and feelings before she finally said, "You know you could command me to kiss you right now if you want."
"Only if you want me to." He told her.
"I want you to." Gabrielle told him sincerely.
After a second he said, "Kiss me, Gabrielle." in that special tone that caused he to feel a tingling sensation in her belly.
She immediately leaned over and kissed him, and somehow it felt even better having him want her to kiss him along with herself as she did so. It tasted far better than she ever imagined her kissing him, and she was almost sad when the compulsion to do so wore off after only a few seconds.
"You know maybe there are benefits to being a slave..." She replied, grinning slyly, "Come on, let's go out and see everyone else."
He allowed her to take him by the hand and lead her out to find Madame Bones currently sitting at the kitchen table, along with several other people that she didn't recognize, seeming to listen to something.
As she saw them, however, she looked up and went over to them so as not to disturb whatever the others were doing and then said, "Hello children. These are representatives from the International Intelligence Office, they're here helping me with finding out whoever kidnapped you and where they're located."
"How are you doing that?" Gabrielle asked.
"I installed a listening charm onto the gold that I used to buy you back, I couldn't risk trying to break you out of there by force and I couldn't wait for any back up, so I did the next best thing. I figured that the listening charm would allow me to know what the kidnappers were saying and that it would lead us back to whoever they were working for. I want to get the main boss and gather enough evidence against him so I can bust down his entire organization and prevent something like this happening to anyone else again."
"That sounds great!" Gabrielle replied, "How did you manage to get a listening charm on it without them noticing?"
"Its simple, I put two on it, one was much more easy to find, which the kidnappers found and removed, and then failed to look further, assuming that they had already gotten it." Madame Bones told her.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Harry offered.
"Not really, although I might need you, Gabrielle, or Fleur to identify the men after we capture them," Madame Bones said.
"I don't really remember a lot of what happened, we were under some sort of potion most of the time." Gabrielle said sadly.
"We'll just have to make do with what we've got then. It probably won't even be necessary, we've already gained a lot of information already." Madame Bones told her supportively, "We're still waiting for the main boss to show up and collect his share of the gold, but they've mentioned who he is under a code name; "The Scorpion". He should be arriving any minute now to talk with them."
"Madame Bones I think you'd better get in here." One of the IIO agents called for her.
"Please let us handle it, we'll get them all, don't worry." She told the kids before she quickly left them and headed back to the kitchen.
DUELDUELDUEL
A few days later, Note Isme Nott was enjoying the spoils of war in his mansion as he looked at some of the gold that he had taken as his share of the spoils taken from the Veela sale.
It hadn't gone as he had planned, but it certainly had been rather profitable. The fools had paid 5 times what he had originally been planning to sell them for. With the money he had gotten, he could easily afford to get even more Veela to sell for. The original buyer had already agreed to pay just as much for any additional Veela he managed to capture, along with a promise of additional business in the future.
Just as he was thinking this, he was suddenly alerted to the presence of someone assaulting his security wards.
Using a viewing spell to see what was going on, he noticed perhaps a couple dozen people all surrounding the property and hitting his wards, trying to get in. He recognized most of them to be Aurors, while the rest were wearing indistinguishable clothes, leaving him in the dark as to who they were. Several of them definitely looked foreign however.
'How did they manage to find out it was me?' He wondered.
His wards were rather formidable, but it wouldn't take long for so many people to break through. His only chance was to escape was via his secret tunnel he had dug underneath the mansion.
Quickly abandoning his family to deal with the law enforcement officials on their own, hopefully slowing them down in the process, he grabbed up the bag of gold and slipped inside the secret passageway behind the stone Griffin that marked the tunnel and tried to hurry as fast as he could.
When he finally reached the end it opened up into daylight and he allowed himself to breathe a huge sigh of relief, he had at least managed to escape, and he had several hideouts in various countries he could go to. He would assume a new identity and have his face changed, and he'd be able to use his many various accounts to once again regain his losses.
It was at this moment that he felt a wand pressed into his back.
"Don't move." The voice said.
He froze and dropped his wand while someone else came up in front of him. "Well done Auror Tonks, I do believe that is your first capture." Another person said coming up in front of him.
He gasped in shock as he realized that it was Madame Bones.
"Did you really think you could get away with it?" Madame Bones asked, pointing her own wand at him as she picked up his wand and the bag of gold that he had been carrying.
He spat into the dirt at her feet, but she seemed completely unperturbed.
"You've been a naughty boy Nott." She told him, "Attempted murder, kidnapping, theft, the list goes on and on."
"I didn't do anything." He claimed.
"I'm sure you didn't." she answered sarcastically, before pointing at the other Aurors now surrounding him, "Take him away."
They immediately complied and he was forcefully taken to who knows where.
DUELDUELDUEL
The time before summer break ended was certainly an interesting time for Harry and his girls. First he had to integrate two new girls, and also deal with the complexities of the bond he now had. He had to learn to catch himself before uttering commands, as even ones said not in the presence of Fleur and Gabrielle were still instantly carried out as long as they were addressed to the two. Fortunately it became slightly humorous to each of them, including both of them when he accidentally did it, as he always felt guilty even though he immediately stopped it.
It was also decided that Fleur and Gabrielle would be switching to Hogwarts in order to be closer to Harry as they couldn't be sure what might happen if they stayed away from him for so long. It was also quickly agreed that none of them would be telling anyone about the bond as it might cause problems. In the meantime however, Madame Bones let Mr. Delacour stay with them so that he could be able to enjoy some time with his daughters before they had to return to school.
A few days before school started, they went to go buy their school supplies.
At Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore, Harry was dismayed to find Ron Weasley and his family there, while the redhead mother stood in line to get an autograph signed by some author of some sort named Lockhart.
Harry also noticed Ron was just behind his mother, currently trying to pickpocket her purse without her noticing. His mother however quickly noticed what he was trying to do and immediately turned his hand into a large crab claw before giving him a stern talking to.
He shook his head, some things never changed, such as Ron getting a clue and maturing. He wondered just how he and his two twin brothers could have the same parents. While they enjoyed pranks, after talking to the two of them about the Slytherins being pranked unjustly, they had really stepped up.
As he went to go grab one of the books he needed from a shelf, someone bumped into him, sending their own stack of books they had flying.
"Oh, sorry." The girl said. He looked up to see she had long, waist length red hair. He also noted that she seemed vaguely familiar and he suddenly realized that it was Ron's little sister who had been begging to go to Hogwarts last year on the train platform.
When she saw him, she blushed as he stooped down to help gather up her books again. "Thanks." she said gratefully.
"No problem." He answered.
"I'm Ginny Weasley." She told him, sticking out her hand.
"I'm Harry Potter." He replied, shaking her hand quickly.
"Ron's told me a lot about you..." She told him.
"You really can't trust Ron in what he says about me." Harry insisted.
"I know." She admitted honestly, "I've learned to believe that whatever Ron says must be completely the opposite of the truth. When he said that you were just like all the stories I'd read on you, I figured they weren't true at all."
Harry grinned, it seemed here was another Weasley not at all like her brother Ron.
"Pretty much all of it is complete rubbish." He admitted.
"He tried to spin various stories about you and him, like sneaking dragons out of the school, fighting monsters in the forbidden forest, and playing games of chess where he always won." Ginny told him.
"Yeah, none of that actually happened. I try to avoid Ron as much as possible, to be honest." He told her.
"For your health I think that's wise." She cautioned.
"Well I think I'd better get back to my group." He said.
"Of course," She said with a smile, "hope to see you at school."
Suddenly a commotion broke out at the front of the store and both of them headed over to investigate.
They found a redheaded man that looked enough like Fred and George for him to guess that it was their father. He was currently hunched over, having fallen into a bookshelf.
Ron was standing near him, but of course he made no move to help his father, instead he was busy staring at Fleur's rear end, who currently had her back turned towards him some distance away.
"Physical violence, how very Muggle of you." A blonde haired man said with a sneer.
Harry noticed Draco hiding just behind him, and he quickly also surmised that this Draco's father, someone he certainly wouldn't consider a pleasure meeting.
Ginny went to go help her father up while Draco's father said, "Come now Draco, no need for us to spend any more time with rubbish."
They both strode out of the store, leaving a slightly disheveled looking Mr. Weasley, who had just now gotten up.
"Are you all right, daddy?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. He just got the jump on me before I could land a hit on him." Mr. Weasley told her, "Wish I'd managed to wipe that stupid sneer off his face though."
Harry picked up Mr. Weasley's bag and handed it to him.
"Thank you." The man said absently, still looking a bit dazed.
Ginny noticed him and announced, "This is Harry Potter, daddy."
Her father's eyes immediately flicked to his scar and said with surprised delight, "Are you really?"
Harry expected him to go with the usual boy-who-lived questions, but instead he was excited to meet him for another reason. "I heard that you grew up with muggles? How was that? I simply must know what the function of a rubber duck is?" He asked him.
As he opened his mouth to reply to this rather odd last question, Ginny interrupted him and yelled at Ron, who was still focused on Fleur.
"Would you please stop staring at that girl's behind? Your father just got hurt and that's all you can manage to think to do!?" Ginny yelled.
Ron finally turned around after she grabbed his arm. "What?" He asked stupidly, seemingly unaware of his father's plight.
Ginny sighed with obvious annoyance, which Harry could hardly blame her for.
The store owner then finally came over to assess if there were any damages, and Harry used that opportunity to go over to Fleur, now currently reading a book.
"What was the commotion about?" She asked him idly, looking up from her book for the first time as he settled in beside her.
"Just a minor disagreement." He told her, "Ron keeps staring at you by the way."
"If you mean that redheaded boy he's been doing that the entire time I've been in here..." She replied with annoyance, "Its either my chest or my butt, whichever way I turn."
He knew how much she hated being stared at so much, and as he looked back out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Ron had gone back to staring at her, while Ginny looked ready to smack him.
"I think he just needs to be shown I'm already taken." She said, just before she unexpectedly gave him a searing kiss that left him breathless. This was the second time that she had kissed him, and it was just as amazing as the first; more so, even, because it contained more affection than her previous kiss of gratitude.
They both then looked over and grinned at Ron, who looked absolutely stunned.
While Harry would never try and show Fleur off like that, proving in such a way that she was his, if she decided to do it however he didn't have a problem with that. He rather liked her kisses and seeing Ron act completely jealous and stunned was only an added bonus.
"That was so worth it." She said as she linked hands with him and walked past Ron, who now had his mouth so wide open that an entire Quaffle might have fit into it.
Who said life could always be bad?