Part 1
Harry and Fleur have been seriously dating for some time and have been through some adventures already. Even before the started dating, they have been friends for years, their relationship based on mutual respect, trust and support.
Both are caring, yet also somewhat hot-headed people. As with all couples, it is not always smooth sailing, they argue sometimes, in anger saying words they regret later. Yet their relationship has weathered these so far. They have stood side by side through some dangerous fights, they have first-hand experience proving that both are formidable with their wands. Harry is aware of Fleur’s heritage, even if Fleur is in a way trying to distance herself from it, putting emphasis on her own skills and talents, not relying on her Veela magic.
Their current argument grew more heated than most, yet neither remembered what sparked it. Growing increasingly frustrated with her stubborn boyfriend, Fleur huffed, turned away from him for a moment, seeming to gather her arguments. Yet when she turned back to Harry, he noticed a shimmer around her hands, her eyes gaining a predatory glint, her features shifting to be sharper, silvery feathers sprouting in her shoulders. Before he knew it, her wings blocked his vision.
“Fleur?” Harry asked, somewhat bewildered.
Part 2
Harry’s question seemed to have gone through to Fleur, as she flinched, realizing both the state of her mind and her body. To Harry’s shock, Fleur seemed to withdraw into herself, turning on her heel and fleeing. Her silvery wings quickly vanished, once more Fleur was the ethereal silver-haired witch that everyone knew.
Noticing his girlfriend’s discomfort, Harry followed her, knowing now not to leave her in such a state.
With long, decisive strides he caught up to her quickly, taking the shaking, lovely with into his arms. She melted into his embrace, even when they argued, some things remained always true. Their embraces, private, intimate moments, were something they immensely treasure.
“What is it, Fleur?” Harry whispered in her ear while rubbing her back.
“What is the matter?”
“Don’t look at me now, ‘Arry.” Fleur whispered, “I was ‘ideous.”
Harry’s chuckles rumbled in his chest, something Fleur normally immensely enjoyed. “I don’t think you could ever be hideous in my yes, darling.” Harry murmured and kissed the crown of her head. “Now tell me, my love, what is it that bothers you? You know you can tell me everything.”