Her cerulean eyes were crossed, breaths escaping from her soft, perfect lips in sharp, passionate gasps as she stared.
It loomed over her proudly, massive and thick, nearly ten inches from end to end.
“How is it?”, Harry asked, panting, as he looked down at her kneeling figure.
“Its...”, Fleur paused, as a multitude of descriptors popped into her head. Massive, Glorious, Magnificent, Hypnotic, Hers, “... perfect.”
She reached out for it, dainty fingers trembling. Her breath sharper, exiting in passionate gasps, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips in anticipation. Mere centimeters from it, she froze. She glanced up at her boyfriend, eyes hooded with excitement, her tone sultry as she spoke, “M… May I?”
“Go ahead”, Harry gasped, sweat visible on his brow. Barely biting back a squeal, she reached out. Harry sighed in relief as her fingers wrapped around it, helping bear it's surprisingly heavy weight.
Then he stumbled forward, unbalanced, as Fleur yanked the set of books right out of his hands.
“Gah!”, he staggered, catching himself on his palms as he fell onto the blanket fleur had spread out in their living room, his head barely missing one of the massive stacks of books haphazardly piled on it.
Fleur barely noticed, having slipped the first of the eight volumes of the set out of the box, holding it almost reverently, as she opened the cover.
And froze.
“‘Arry?”
“Hm?”, He replied, glancing up… straight into the blue eyes of his girlfriend, bare centimeters away.
“Fu- !”, He started, jerking backwards, barely missing another stack of books as he scrambled away, “Fleur! Dont do that!”
She didnt reply, rapidly invading his personal space once more. Her vivid, sharp gaze pinned him in place as she spoke, voice barely above a whisper, “ ‘Arry. Where and how did you get signed copies of all eight volumes of the Flowerpot collection?”
The raven haired young man chuckled nervously, one hand coming up to scratch at his cheek, “Lets just say I… called in a few favours, and leave it at that.”