The Beauty and the Healer CH.5

Nine months later -

Fleur Weasley smiled happily as she stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring her slim belly. Nearly two months had passed since she gave birth to her beautiful daughter, and she was now back to her fit physique. Through rigorous potion routines and exercise, she had successfully shed all the weight gained during pregnancy, particularly around her midsection, while her breasts and hips had grown in size. Overall, Fleur couldn't help but feel that she looked even more sexy now as a mother than she did before.

Fleur finished admiring herself in the mirror before making her way to her closet. She selected a yellow summer dress to wear that barely reached her thighs, showcasing her toned, sexy legs. Fleur then styled her soft blonde hair in a free-flowing fashion as she finished dressing, letting them cascade down her back in gentle waves. Once she was ready, Fleur headed towards her daughter's bedroom. Little Victoire Weasley was fast asleep in her crib, snoring softly as she sucked on her thumb. Fleur smiled at the adorable sight, gazing down at her daughter. She carefully lifted her into her arms, ensuring to support her head with gentle care.

Victoire woke up abruptly as she was lifted, stirred from her slumber by the sudden movement. As her daughter's eyes fluttered open, Fleur found herself mesmerized by the bright emerald orbs gazing back at her. Even after two months, it still thrilled her to know that, while her daughter was almost her exact carbon copy, she had inherited the beautiful eyes of Healer Potter. This combination made her look even more beautiful— the green eyes, along with her blonde hair, gave her the appearance of an angel.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up, ma chérie?" Fleur cooed, gently stroking her daughter's soft cheek while the baby yawned.

Victoire gurgled in response, reaching up to her mother with her small hand. Fleur grasped the tiny fist with her fingers and gave it a little shake, eliciting a joyful giggle from her daughter.

Fleur found herself automatically smiling in response. She carried her daughter downstairs to the living room, where she discovered her husband Bill pacing impatiently.

"Merlin, can we finally leave now?" asked the red-haired man sarcastically, spotting Fleur entering the living room with their daughter.

Fleur could barely suppress a scowl in response. Trust Bill to get impatient while she was getting ready for his mother's monthly family dinner. It was moments like this that made Fleur wonder why she had married such an idiot. Still, the blonde Veela didn't stay mad for more than a couple of seconds. Now, whenever Bill did something that irritated her, Fleur only had to remember how she had cuckolded him and foisted someone else's baby on him. That thought always managed to cheer her up every time.

"We still have plenty of time, Bill. Besides, you know that Molly wouldn't start dinner without us," responded Fleur with a bright smile, grabbing Victoire's baby bag from the kitchen table and slinging it over her shoulder.

Bill harrumphed in response. "I know we still have time, Fleur. But let's hurry up, okay? I don't want Mum to get upset like she did last time when we were late."

Fleur nodded to her husband, concealing her distaste for his mama's boy behaviour. Instead, she pivoted on the spot and Apparated outside the Weasley home with her daughter. A moment later, a loud crack echoed behind her, indicating her husband's arrival.

They both proceeded through the front yard to the entrance of the Burrow. As Fleur entered the small, cosy home, her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Healer Potter standing in the middle of her in-laws' living room. He was engaged in a lively conversation with her father-in-law, Arthur Weasley. They both turned their attention to her as they noticed her arrival. Arthur's face lit up with a bright smile, and he moved forward happily to hug Fleur. "Fleur, dear, how are you?" he asked her in a warm voice.

"I'm well, Arthur," replied Fleur as she reciprocated the man's hug with a polite smile. Arthur Weasley was the sole individual in the entire Weasley family whom she could tolerate on any given day. He was simply a good person with a heart of gold. Although Fleur didn't understand his endless fascination with the Muggle world, it didn't render him unlikable in any way—only slightly eccentric.

After a moment, Arthur released Fleur before glancing down at his granddaughter in his arms. "Oh, little Victoire, how are you?" he asked sweetly as he gently picked her up from her mother, cradling her in his arms. Fleur smiled as her father-in-law doted on his granddaughter. However, she soon turned her attention to Healer Potter as she followed Arthur inside the house.

The handsome young man was eyeing Fleur's enlarged breasts with a sort of hungry look in his eyes. The blonde veela blushed prettily under his heavy scrutiny before her lips curved upwards in a sly smile. "Healer Potter, it's been so long. What are you doing here?" Fleur asked Harry in curiosity as she made her way towards him, sashaying her hips sexily while also sticking her chest out.

Harry's eyes bugged out as Fleur's big titties bounced inside her yellow dress as she sexily walked towards him before stopping in front of him. His mouth became a bit dry at the sexy image before he managed to bring himself under control. "Mr and Mrs Weasley extended a kind dinner invitation to me, and of course, I couldn't refuse them," Harry replied to Fleur simply before turning his attention to something behind her.

"William, how are you?" he asked Fleur's husband politely, extending a hand towards him.

However, Bill didn't shake his hand; instead, he only managed a grunt in response before walking past him into the kitchen to greet his mother. Harry, meanwhile, couldn't help but feel amused as he realized the other man was still smarting about the fact that Harry had dismissed him from his office during Fleur's first checkup. Turning his attention back to Bill's wife, Harry noticed her lips also twitching in amusement, clearly thinking the same thing. The two of them shared a secret smile before glancing away from each other, and heading deeper inside the house.

As she entered the dining room with Harry, Fleur saw that the entire Weasley clan had gathered inside the Burrow. Molly, Arthur, their seven kids, along with their spouses, not to mention all the little grandchildren; everyone were present for the monthly family dinner. Fleur couldn't help but feel a little suffocated surrounded by so many people inside the small building. Thankfully, someone in the family had remembered to magically expand the room to ensure that everyone could sit at the dining table without any problems.

Fleur waved hello to everyone before settling into an empty chair beside Ron's wife, Hermione. Meanwhile, Harry was given the seat of honour at the head of the table by Molly. The older woman was gushing about how great a healer he was, thanking him for giving her a beautiful granddaughter. Fleur rolled her eyes, barely holding back a snort as she wondered if Molly would still sing the man's praises if she realized he had cuckolded her dear son. Luckily, no one heard her sound of amusement except Hermione, who shot her a curious glance.

Fleur swiftly smoothed her face into a neutral expression in response, giving Hermione a polite smile. As the other witch turned away, Fleur returned her attention to the head of the table. She watched as Molly finally stopped fawning over Healer Harry and summoned several platters of dishes from the kitchen using her wand. Everyone at the dining table quieted down as the mouthwatering aroma of the Weasley matriarch's delicious cooking spread around the room. Immediately, everyone dug into the meal, with Fleur joining them. Despite her less-than-flattering feelings regarding Bill's mother, Fleur had to admit the woman was one hell of a cook.

For the next twenty minutes, the Burrow was filled with the sounds of idle chatter and clinking cutlery as everyone enjoyed the delicious meal. Fleur found herself having to make small talk with Hermione and George, seated between them, listening to both of them talk about their respective works. Fortunately, she only needed to occasionally hum in agreement while keeping her eyes fixed on Healer Potter at the head of the table.

The dinner was nearly finished when, suddenly, Arthur stood up with a glass in his hand. He tapped a spoon against his glass, capturing everyone's attention in the room. The clinking sound echoed through the dining area, prompting a hush to fall over the previously animated conversations. With all eyes on him, Arthur began to speak, "I am truly grateful to have every one of you here tonight," he said to everyone present with a warm smile, his voice carrying a sense of sincerity. "These moments mean the world to me, and I cherish the memories we create together," Arthur proclaimed, raising his glass high for the toast, a sentiment that was shared by everyone present, especially Fred and George, who cheered loudly. He waited for a moment for the twins to settle down before continuing, "Also, on an additional note, everyone, please raise your glasses for the newest member of the Weasley family, Victoire Weasley, and the man who made it possible for her to enter our lives, Healer Harry Potter."

Healer Potter bowed his head in response, accompanied by a sheepish smile on his face, while everyone else lifted their glasses in a toast to honour him. Fleur joined the celebration, her face adorned with a lovely smile, but her expression shifted and her soft blue eyes narrowed as she saw Hermione, sitting beside her, gazing at Harry intently.

Usually, Fleur wouldn't have given it much thought, dismissing it from her mind at most times, but something about the way Hermione was eyeing Healer Potter made her suspicious. The brunette witch was staring at him like he was a particularly juicy piece of meat to devour, biting her bottom lip sexily. Suddenly, Fleur's eyes drifted down to Hermione's lap and her mouth dropped open slightly as she realized the other witch was rubbing her thighs together underneath the table, clearly turned on right now.

"Healer Potter, would you care to join me and the boys for a drink?" Arthur politely asked Harry, gesturing towards his sons.

Harry nodded in agreement, replying, "Yes, that would be wonderful, Mr Weasley," he said to the red-haired man with a grin as he got up from his chair.

Fleur observed as all the men exited the house through the front door and headed to the shed outside, where Arthur stored his muggle gadgets alongside his stash of liquor. Once they had vanished from view, Fleur grabbed Hermione by the wrist and asked forcefully, "Can we talk for a second, please?"

In response, the brunette gave Fleur a curious look before agreeing to her request. She rose from her chair and followed Fleur to the outside of the house through the back entrance. The two of them stopped in the lawn near the chicken coop away from the house. Still, Fleur glanced around to ensure no one was nearby watching them before casting a privacy ward around the two of them.

Hermione's eyebrows climbed upwards in surprise at her sister-in-law's actions. "What is this about, Fleur?" she asked the blonde-haired Veela in a curious voice.

In reply, Fleur pinned Hermione with a sharp look. "I saw the way you were staring at Healer Potter earlier, was that your first time meeting him, or have you met him before?" she demanded the other witch in a serious voice.

To Fleur's surprise, Hermione's lips curved upward in amusement for some reason at her line of questioning. The other witch let out a sigh before replying, "Oh, I've known Harry for a long time, Fleur. We used to be in the same house at Hogwarts, you know," she informed the blonde in a smug voice before continuing, "As for the way I was staring at him, well, you can't blame me for feeling horny in his presence. You know the effect he has on us girls and honestly, it's been a while since I've had his magnificent cock inside my pussy," she finished with a wink.

Fleur's face flushed red with embarrassment at Hermione's colourful language, and she sputtered, "Y-you mean...you and Harry...you guys have done it?"

Hermione chuckled in amusement. "Well, of course, we've done it, darling," she replied without hesitation. "Where else do you think my Rose and Hugo came from? Certainly not from Ronald."

Fleur's jaw dropped open in shock at this new piece of information. "They're Harry's kids?!"

Hermione nodded back in reply. "Yeah, Harry's their real father. Just like with your little Victoire."

Fleur's face became devoid of any colour at the brunette's words. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about," she stuttered in response.

Hermione, however, simply waved her hand in the air, dismissing Fleur's concerns. "Don't worry, babe. You don't have to lie to me, I'm not going to tell anyone," she reassured her. "Didn't I just tell you my kids are also Harry's?"

It took a few seconds before Fleur finally relaxed, deciding to trust Hermione. "Okay. But you have to promise you're going to keep it a secret to yourself," she told the other witch sternly.

"I promise," Hermione said solemnly in response.

Fleur lost any last of her reservations regarding her sister-in-law and the feeling was replaced by a sense of curiosity, "So, how did it happen, Hermione? Why did you decide to have kids with Harry? Was it because Ronald was also shooting blanks like Bill?"

Hermione bobbed her head in response, her chocolate brown eyes lit with amusement at Fleur's question. "Yeah, Ron's in the same boat as with his eldest brother. He also can't have kids. Apparently, both of them and Percy have very bad swimmers," she shared with the blonde-haired Veela, barely holding back a giggle.

Fleur felt like her mind was going to blow from all these revelations, "Oh my God! Are you saying Percy's kids are also not his own?! That Audrey cheated on him with Harry?" she asked Hermione in disbelief.

The other witch's shoulders shook with laughter as she replied, "Oh, yeah, she sure did. And very gleefully and enthusiastically if I might say so."

Fleur shook her head in a daze when something occurred to her. She stared at the brunette with wide eyes, "Hermione, are you saying that Harry has cuckolded half the Weasley men and is now having a drink with them?"

The two witches looked at each other with slack jaws before suddenly bursting into giggles. Both of them couldn't help but admire Harry for his massive set of balls for doing something like that. Once they had calmed down after a few minutes, Fleur decided to ask Hermione another important question, "So, what are your plans regarding Healer Potter? Are you thinking about having another kid with him?"

Hermione bit her lip in thought before she replied to Fleur's question, "Well, I wouldn't mind having another kid now that Rose and Hugo are not small anymore," she told the blonde before continuing, "But honestly, I was just thinking about some good-old-fashioned rough fucking with Harry to break the monotony of my life with Ronald. Surely, you can understand that, right?"

Fleur nodded, blushing all the while. "And do you think Healer Potter would agree to that?" she asked Hermione nervously, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Because he once told me that he won't have casual sex with patients outside of getting them pregnant."

Hermione let out a snort in response to Fleur's question. "Oh, trust me, Fleur, I'll get Harry to change his mind," she told the other witch in a determined voice, "Besides, what he told you that's most likely complete bullshit. I'm pretty sure Harry only says that so his patients don't corner him for his wonderful dick outside his office. I mean just think about it, do you think he'll get a moment's rest if other women he has treated realise there's a chance for them to fool around with him even after receiving their treatment?"

Fleur shook her head in answer to Hermione's question, realizing how she herself would've kept badgering Healer Potter for sex after getting pregnant if he hadn't informed her about his strict policy. However, her sister-in-law's words just now put an idea in her mind. Fleur hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask Hermione outright, "Hermione, do you think there's a chance I could join you when you go and talk to Harry?"

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise at Fleur's proposition, and she let out a tinkling laugh. "Fleur, you naughty girl, are you asking to have a threesome with Harry and me?"

Fleur's face turned an even darker shade of red as she responded to the brunette in a desperate voice, "Please, Hermione, I don't know Healer Potter as well as you do. Honestly, I'm sure not I'll be able to convince him to have sex with me on my own and I really need it. It's been months since I've had a proper fuck and I'm so horny that I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I didn't scratch my itch sometime soon."

"Alright, alright, you can come too, Fleur," Hermione replied to the blonde freaking out in front of her, raising her hand in surrender. "Just calm down, okay?" she requested politely.

Fleur nodded and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She let out a sigh before asking Hermione curiously, "So, when do you think you're going to approach Harry?"

"I'm going to corner him once he's finished having a drink with the Weasley men," Hermione told Fleur with a Cheshire grin before continuing, "In the meantime, why don't we get back inside the house before Molly or someone else becomes curious about our private little chat."

Fleur nodded in response to Hermione's suggestion. As she went back inside the Burrow with the other witch, the blonde-haired Veela saw Ronald's son, Hugo, running around with Percy's daughter, Molly. Fleur couldn't believe how she had never noticed this before, but both kids looked nothing like a typical Weasley. They had neither red hair nor any freckles. Instead, they were carbon copies of their mothers in looks apart from having the same mesmerising green eyes as Healer Potter.

Hermione noticed Fleur's gaze and gave her a playful wink. "These Weasleys are pretty stupid, aren't they?" she asked in a whisper.

Fleur couldn't help but giggle in response. The two women shared a secret smile before joining the others in the dining room, waiting for Harry to come back.

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A.N. 

I'm still working on the next chapter of The Prince of Slytherin. So, in the meantime, enjoy this.