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[REPOSTED] The Veela’s Champion Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 13:17:30 +0000 UTCFor some reason Patreon removed this chapter last night, so I had to edit it and repost it with the lemon removed.
I apologize for this, as Patreon often likes to inconvenience me when it comes to spelling, formatting, and the like.
Fleur had practically ransacked her closet in preparation for her date with Harry, trying on every outfit she had until she finally settled on what to wear. Tall brown boots led to a gray skirt and loose brown top, underneath a tan trench coat that was enchanted to protect her from the cold.
It was definitely the least sexually provocative outfit she had ever worn to a social event, especially when it came to seducing the opposite sex. The only part of it that was likely to draw Harry’s eye was the way her coat’s belt emphasized the disparity between her slim waist and wide hips.
As much as that fact annoyed her, Fleur knew there were only so many attractive outfits to wear in winter. Although she liked to display her sexuality, Fleur already knew that Harry had a good idea of what her body had to offer. He had already slept in her bed, envisioned what her curves were like under that thin nightgown, and now all that was left to do was reel him in. ‘Soon, you will be mine, Harry Potter.’
She ran a comb through her hair, something she rarely ever had to do, and always done out of necessity more than anything. Veela could have bad hair days as well, but a few passes with a brush could easily fix the problem. This time, however, Fleur was making sure her hair was perfect, working harder on her appearance than ever before.
‘Why am I trying so hard?’ Fleur mentally berated herself, but she didn’t stop there. Instead her hand reached for red lipstick, something more suited for American cheerleaders to wear than a French Veela. A dusting of makeup came afterwards, a measure even more unnecessary, before Fleur finished her appearence with small white pearl earrings.
Taking in her appearance in the mirror brought even herself back. Gone was the French temptress from her schooldays, and in its place was the proper French woman who used her sexuality as a weapon. All that was left to do was have a perfect date and finally have Harry trapped in her clutches.
But there was still doubt lingering in her mind. He already rebuffed her before, and even convincing him to go on a date was difficult. She had to get creative in regards to the wager in the First Task, and won by a hairs breath. That was not even mentioning her most powerful tool, her Veela allure, and how resistant he was to her charm.
‘Why am I even doing this?’ Fleur couldn’t help but wonder, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She knew that she had done away with the old version of herself, and gone was the old Fleur who treated boys like matchsticks. Her classmates hated her for good reason because of it, and Fleur would admit she had been unusually cruel in how she used her Veela allure over the years.
But it would make no sense for her to recognize that growth in maturity, only to go on and seduce Harry for no other reason than his strange resistance to her allure. Part of her seemed to be acting out of petty anger in light of his strange mental fortitude, while another part of her whispered otherwise. It truly made Fleur wonder if she was acting like how Rita Skeeter described her in those articles, a manipulative Veela who was taking advantage of a younger competitor.
‘No.’ She slammed her hand down on her vanity, as her fingers turning into claws. Her avian side was acting up, as Fleur raged at the sheer idea of being so cruel to Harry Potter. ‘I would never do that to Harry!’
She soon calmed herself and stood, using a dissolusionment charm to make herself invisible before leaving the carriage. It turned out the Beauxbatons carriage was directly in the path from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, meaning its surrounding area was filled with students headed to the village.
She sneaked through the groups of students and found Harry waiting for her by the carriages that traveled to the village. She cancelled her dissolusionment charm before approaching him. “Bonjour, Harry.”
He spun to face her, his eyes going wide as he took in her appearance for a moment. Even if Fleur knew she was beautiful, it was still good to get such a reaction. Especially when it was from someone she wanted to impress.
“H-Hi.” He eventually got out. “Y-You look beautiful.”
“I am aware.” She sniffed haughtily, but still couldn’t help but genuinely smile. “But I appreciate your words nonetheless.”
She could see the crowds were starting to take notice of them, as girls gossiped and boys fell to her allure. It occurred to her that they had never given anyone confirmation about their relationship, and a date to Hogsmeade would probably validate whatever rumors existed. “How about we get a carriage to ze village, non?”
Harry nodded, seemingly snapping out of his trance and leading her to a carriage before holding the door open for her. Fleur nodded in approval, gracefully stepping into the carriage. He followed, and was about to close the door when another girl entered. She was younger witch with curly blonde hair, and a boy Harry’s age followed behind her.
It wasn’t until the two were seated inside the carriage that they seemed to take notice of herself and Harry. The girl looked perfectly at ease, while the boy looked extremely flustered at her presence.
“Oh—er—hi, Harry.” The boy said, voice a little higher than usual. His eyes flickered toward Fleur, then stayed there, his expression somewhere between awed and deeply nervous. All it did was annoy Fleur, as she crossed her arms.
“Hello, Harry.” The strange girl said lightly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. She turned her wide silver eyes to Fleur. “And you must be Fleur Delacour.”
“Oui. And you are?”
“Luna Lovegood.” Luna tilted her head. “You’re part Veela, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You are very observant.”
The girl smiled. “People say that, yes.”
The boy, who was probably her date, looked like he was having trouble breathing properly. He cleared his throat, attempting to look anywhere but at Fleur, but his gaze kept flickering back like he was caught in some kind of gravitational pull. She would admit that he was doing better than most when it came to resisting her allure.
Harry looked at him. “You alright there, Neville?”
“I—I’m fine.” The boy-Neville-said quickly. He forced himself to look at Harry, but his face was already turning red. “Er—so… you two going to Hogsmeade together?”
She leaned back slightly, crossing one leg over the other. Neville looked at her before desperately looking away, while Harry glanced at her thighs. “Oui.”
Neville swallowed hard, while Luna nodded, still unconcerned. “Neville and I are on a date too.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You are?”
Neville coughed. “Er—yeah. Just, you know, thought it’d be nice.”
“It was my idea,” Luna said, as if Neville’s embarrassment was irrelevant. “Neville needs to take breaks from worrying about his plants. Too much time in the greenhouses can give him wrackspurts. Did I mention he is a very good person?”
Fleur blinked in confusion, as Harry also looked at the girl oddly. She wondered for a moment if her English was failing her, only to realize that the girl was just strange. A glance at Neville showed there was nothing unusual about Luna’s words, meaning he was willingly dating a crazy girl.
“You must be brave.” She said, but it was more a joke than a compliment. Only men who were truly desperate would ask out a girl like Luna, unless they truly saw something in her. At least, that was what Fleur believed.
Neville blinked, as if he had never heard such a thing before. “Me? Brave?”
Fleur smirked. “To take out a girl who is so… unique.”
“Oh, thank you.” Luna said pleasantly, seemingly not offended while Harry snickered.
The carriage soon came to a stop, and Fleur took Harry’s arm as they exited the carriage and began making their way through the village. The buildings in Hogsmeade were old and had a lot of character, looking even more beautiful while covered in snow. Harry guided her down the ancient stone roads that snaked through the village, and she imagined what it would be like to live in such a place.
Fleur could definitely see the charm that came with such a niche village, and how the residents could make a living by selling goods to visiting students from the castle. Harry certainly seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, and Fleur had a sudden desire to travel the world with him.
“I can see ze beauty in this village, but one day we will have to visit Paris together. My only request is that you be patient while I shop.” She was beginning to understand her mother’s love for shopping as she grew older, and could only hope that Harry would be patient with her.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that. My Aunt Petunia has always talked about visiting Paris.” Harry commented idly.
‘His parents were murdered, so he must live with his aunt.’ Fleur hadn’t necessarily forgotten that fact, just not focused on it as much as she could have. To her, learning Harry’s actual character was more important than the reason for his fame. “I had forgotten about your parents. Even in France, ze tale of what happened to your family is known. You mentioned that you live with your aunt then?”
They had talked briefly about Harry’s family, but not enough for Fleur to actually learn anything substantial about them. Yet, of all the reactions she expected Harry to have, it was not for him to flinch and seemingly curl in on himself. It made her frown and narrow her eyes in suspicion, wondering how the mention of one’s family could elicit such a response.
“Err… yeah, my Mother’s sister and her family. They’re, um- muggles…”
“Ah, I had forgotten that they were non magique.” Fleur remembered that strange detail about Harry’s family. “I guess that I did mention already that I am unfamiliar with muggles.”
“Why?”
“Veela rarely leave their covens, and it is even less common for them to marry wizards like my mother did.” She explained. “For us to go further and actually interact with the muggle world is almost unheard of.”
Everyone knew that the magical world was hidden from muggles, but what was less known was how the more intrinsic creatures and artifacts of it were hidden even deeper. Dragons, Manticores, and other magical beings were always hidden deep behind protections and wards that ensured muggles would never discover them. Veelas were much the same, and as far as she was aware, Veela in covens could not even gain access to the muggle world without going through numerous hurtles.
Fleur had to wonder if this issue would break their relationship, or at least lead to the end of it. She had been worried this entire time about another girl coming in and snatching Harry’s affection, when something like this could get in her way. There was the chance he would refuse to be around her because of his muggle side, and Fleur had no idea how to handle such an issue.
“That’s incredible.” Harry said suddenly, genuinely intrigued by her revelation.
“You’re not upset?” She couldn’t help but ask in shock.
“The magical world is great… why would I be upset about you not interacting with the muggle world?”
Fleur paused as she wondered just why he was so willing to dismiss his muggle side. She had heard the rumors that the non magique people were barbarians and evil, but never entirely believed it. And yet Harry was willing to dismiss his muggle side so easily, as if eager to cut it off.
His reaction from earlier came to mind, when she had brought up the topic of his family, and Fleur felt disheartened as she came to a possible conclusion. “Do you not like your non mag- muggle family?”
He looked down. “We don’t exactly get along.”
Fleur moved closer to his side, wanting to comfort him. “You don’t have to-”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind telling you about them. First, there’s my muggle cousin Dudley. He’s really fat, and kind of an arse, and the same could be said my uncle Vernon. Honestly, it’s a miracle they can both fit through a door because they’re both so overweight.” Harry grimaced. “And there’s also my aunt Petunia, who’s face resembles that of a horse and her voice sounds shrill when she talks.”
The very idea of muggles was already so foreign to her, and Harry did nothing to make them sound like the primitives she imagined. Strangely, the more he talked, the more Fleur wanted to meet Harry’s family. Whether that was to rage at them, or just meet them in the first place, she did not know.
They were still making their way through the village as they talked, and Harry soon led her to a pub that seemed to be popular with the other students. They entered and found it was crowded and packed with the weekend crowd, and Fleur sniffed in distaste. She might have high standards, but Fleur was willing to put that aside if that meant pleasing Harry.
Just then, the door opened behind them and a familiar redhead boy entered with a group of his ilk. It was the same redhead that she knew Harry was feuding with, and she felt her eyes narrow in irritation. ‘Looks like this place won’t work after all.’
She moved down to speak in Harry’s ear, as her date glared back at the redhead. “How about we go find somewhere more… private.”
He stiffened and looked at her with wide eyes, and she immediately understood the lewd way he perceived her words. A glance downwards revealed a bulge in his trousers, and she clarified her words before he could get more worked up. “Not like that, mon amour, but I like ze way you think.”
Harry blushed in a way that made her smirk, and she looked at the redhead and his group of lackeys before giving them a cocky wink. It suggested that herself and Harry were about to do something naughty, and Fleur enjoyed stoking their envy.
True to form, the group of Harry’s old friends reddened in envy and embarrassment. But she didn’t pay them anymore attention, swishing her hair back as herself and Harry left the pub and made their way through the English village once again.
But it was once they began walking that she thought of Harry’s earlier reaction. She had not meant to tease him, and was genuinely surprised he took her words to mean something perverse.
It marked a turning point in their interactions that he was beginning to think of her sexually. Before, he had resisted all of her charms and advances, and yet now he was taking her simple words to mean something else.
Her inner Veela, the hunter, was practically screaming at her to take advantage of such an opportunity. Fleur knew her sexual side was her greatest strength, and the sooner Harry could experience it, the better.
Almost without thinking, she found herself grasping Harry’s arm as she guided him down a nearby alley. It was like a switch had been flipped, her allure thrumming powerfully as saliva pooled in her mouth and her core began to heat up in anticipation.
“Fleur? W-What are you-”
She tried a nearby door off the alleyway, and found it unlocked, before practically dragging Harry inside. It was a storage room, and Fleur spelled the room locked and secure before pouncing on him. Her body was against his own as she pressed him against the wall, one hand resting against his chest while she felt his breath against her lips.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she spoke first. “Tell me you want me.”
His pupils were blown wide in lust, and his breathing was heavy. “I-I do.”
—Lemon Scene Removed—
Comments
OmegonFlair
They don’t specify, but I just assume it’s the lemon scenes
Shammy2618
Patreon removed it, that definitely a bummer. However, in the future if this happens can you please post a pdf/googledoc/whatever of the missing scene? Just a quick ctrl c + ctrl v and a final ctrl s I want to read chapter 8 but I started and immediately felt like I was missing some obvious context for their interactions this chapter. So I had to put it on hold. So please post it soon!
Rogue
I was excited that you had posted a new chapter. Then I saw the Reposted part. Now I’m sad. Do they at least tell what caused them to remove it and why?
