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It was about twenty minutes later when Fleur suddenly woke up with a sharp, indrawn gasp.
Her body jolted upright in the conjured bed, and she began to pant heavily, her eyes wide and unfocused, still seeing images from her dream.
Immediately, Percy put away the blood band he had been discreetly wearing and was by her side in an instant, gently helping her to sit up properly against the soft pillows.
"What happened? What did you see?" he asked urgently, his voice calm but filled with concern.
Fleur panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked at him, her face glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
The sight of her like this, vulnerable and real, made the demigod's heart skip a beat as he waited anxiously for her to speak.
She licked her beautifully full lips, which were slightly parted, and finally spoke, her voice a little shaky, "A-a... I zaw... I am a 'ummingbird. A tiny, yellow 'ummingbird."
Percy's eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment. Then, he threw his head back and let out a loud, hearty laugh. "A hummingbird! Oh, that is perfect! Absolutely perfect for you!"
"Do not laugh!" Fleur hissed, her cheeks flushing red with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. "It is not funny at all! You get to be a magnificent, beautiful pegasus, so powerful and graceful! And I-I am just a stupid, tiny little bird!"
Percy immediately stopped his laughter when he saw the genuine hurt in Fleur's eyes. She looked away from him, a quiet pain flickering across her features. She looked like she wanted to cry, but he knew she was too proud to do so, not in front of him, not like this.
Percy's heart softened. He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and carefully made her look at him again.
"Fleur..." he said softly, his voice full of sincerity, "you will always be a beautiful little bird to me, no matter what your form is. Be it an ugly little crow, or a giant, majestic eagle, or this tiny, perfect hummingbird. You, Fleur Delacour, will always be amazing and beautiful to me. Do you understand that? Got it?"
Fleur looked up at him slowly, the hurt in her eyes gradually receding, replaced by a soft, warm glow. She smiled, a small, tentative smile at first.
Then, suddenly, with a surprising strength, she grabbed him by the collar of his robes and pulled him down into the bed with her.
Percy yelped in surprise as he landed on top of her, quickly propping himself up on his arms to avoid crushing her.
But she was having none of it. She forced him down further, her mouth finding his, and she kissed his lips with such a fierce, passionate vigor that Percy felt himself completely melt into her hold, all thoughts vanishing from his mind.
The demigod's hands instinctively raked along Fleur's sides, feeling the soft warmth of her skin through her thin shirt.
His hands then slowly moved lower, down to her hips, cupping her ample, rounded behind, giving it a tight, possessive squeeze. This made the veela chuckle softly into his mouth, a throaty, inviting sound.
Slowly, deliberately, she deepened the kiss, her lips moving against his with a newfound confidence. She nipped playfully at his lower lip, and her tongue began to battle his for dominance in a playful, losing battle Percy was not about to lose that particular contest.
Her arms, which had been wrapped around his neck, moved to his broad shoulders, then slid down further, her fingers making their way towards the hem of his robes, her intentions becoming very clear.
Percy suddenly stopped, pulling back slightly from the intoxicating kiss, though his breathing was heavy. He looked deep into her eyes.
He could see the raw, undisguised lust for him burning there, her intense desire, and just below that, shining through it all, he saw her deep, unwavering love for him.
"A-are you... are you absolutely sure about this, Fleur?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
Fleur smirked, a dazzling, joyful smile that was so full of happiness it almost took his breath away. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
"Yez, Perzy," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "I am very, very zure." As if to emphasize her words, she slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a delicate, lacy black bra with intricate floral decorations.
It barely managed to contain her large, perfect breasts, hiding them just enough from his eager gaze. She threw her now-unbuttoned shirt carelessly off the side of the bed.
Then, with a lithe movement, she rolled Percy under her, straddling his groin, her body pressing intimately against his. She leaned down and began to kiss him once more, even more passionately than before.
The demigod did not think anymore; he just acted on pure instinct and desire. Slowly, piece by piece, their clothes began to fly all over their secret room, discarded in their haste.
For the rest of that sun-drenched afternoon, and well into the dark, moonlit night, the two lovers spent every single second exploring each other, running their hands through every single part of each other's bodies, discovering new sensations, new pleasures, new depths to their love.
It was around midnight when Fleur finally felt herself begin to slow down. With a soft sigh of utter contentment, she landed heavily on her back on the rumpled bed.
Her breath was short and ragged, and every pore on her perfectly smooth, alabaster skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Her silvery-blonde hair was damp and stuck to her scalp in places. Her beautiful breasts and slender legs were tinged a delicate, rosy red from being lovingly handled and kissed.
Percy smiled, his own breathing still a bit uneven. He lay down on his side next to her, gently allowing Fleur to rest her weary head on his bicep.
She snuggled in close, her body fitting perfectly against his.
Percy, with a silent, wandless flick of his will, summoned a soft, warm blanket to cover them both. He pulled her even closer, holding her protectively, until her breathing finally became steady and even once more.
"'O-ow... 'ow are you able to... to do that for zo long?" she asked between soft, lingering breaths, looking up through half-closed eyelids at the magical skylight of their secret room, which showed a canopy of twinkling stars.
Percy smiled, pressing a kiss to her damp hair. "Stamina, my love. The stamina of a demi-ah... I mean, of a demi-spirit like myself. We 'ave... advanced stamina." He still was not ready to tell her the full truth about his divine parentage.
Fleur nodded slowly, a sleepy smile on her lips. "W-well... it lookz like t'at is true," she panted softly, pushing a stray strand of sweat-coated hair away from her face. She looked up at her lover, her eyes shining with adoration. "Perzy... t'at waz..."
"Amazing?" Percy supplied, his own voice husky with emotion.
"Oui," she breathed. "Truly amazing."
Percy smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly. "You... uh... you want to go again?" he asked, his voice hopeful, a playful glint in his eyes.
Fleur's eyes suddenly went wide, snapping open to the size of saucers. "W'at?! Again?! Are you serious?! Perzy, it 'az been 'ourz! It iz ze middle of ze nig't out zere! We mizzed an entire day of sc'ool because of zis!"
Percy just scoffed dismissively, nuzzling her neck. "Oh please, Fleur. As if one single day of missed classes can make thatmuch of a difference to us at this point."
Fleur huffed, but a small smile played on her lips as she rested her head contentedly over his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"You are absolutely insatiable, Perzy Jackson. I think I will need at least two of me just to keep up with you. Also," she added, giving his chest a playful tap, "you better learn to control that incredible strength of yours a little better next time!"
Percy chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Sorry," he whispered, kissing her forehead again. "Now, serious question. Do you want to spend the rest of the night 'ere with me, or do you need to go back to your carriage?"
Fleur smiled, her eyes fluttering closed again as she snuggled even closer into his embrace. "Mmm, I do not think I can actually move another inch even if I really wanted to," she murmured sleepily.
Percy felt his blood rush down south again at her words, his body reacting instantly to her closeness and her sleepy admission.
"See," he whispered, his voice thick with renewed desire, "it is things exactly like that, when you are all soft and yielding, that makes me want to go again right now."
Fleur looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in a silent question. Percy just pointed down towards his groin with a meaningful look.
The veela's eyes slowly moved south, her gaze landing on a slowly but surely rising bulge underneath the thin sheets. A shiver of anticipation ran through her.
Fleur's delicate fingers tentatively wrapped around his hardening shaft, and she felt herself tremble with a fresh wave of desire.
"W-well," she whispered, her voice husky once more, "I zuppoze it would be a terrible wazte to juzt let t'iz go now, would it not?"
Percy smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He immediately pounced on her again, his mouth finding hers, then moving to bite her neck playfully, causing her to shrink and giggle with playful joy as they once again became one.
Her soft screams of pure, unadulterated joy rang out into the quiet night. She did not care how loud she was being; all that was in her mind at that moment was this amazing, incredible man she had with her right then and there, and the overwhelming pleasure he gave her.
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The next day:
Using his magical, invisible cloak for cover, Percy was able to carefully take Fleur back to her Beauxbatons carriage at around three o'clock in the morning.
They both desperately wanted to spend more time together, to just lie tangled in each other's arms, but they simply could not risk being caught.
Fleur gave him a long, lingering kiss goodbye at the carriage door, her lips swollen and tender.
She then had to slowly, and a little unsteadily, walk herself inside. Percy would never, ever admit it out loud, but seeing that slight, almost imperceptible limp in her graceful step made him feel incredibly, primitively proud.
He went back to their secret spot in the Forbidden Forest and decided to work for a bit longer. He used a potent Pepperup Potion to keep himself awake and alert, and then he dove back into reading a few more advanced books on potion-making.
He was now fully intending to get that job at Beauxbatons for Fleur, no matter what it took. It was nearly dawn when Percy finally decided it was time for a short break.
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