Fleur Delacour, 17, has been dating magical Europe’s biggest hero for about six months now, and in those six months, they had gotten accustomed to sharing essentially everything. From books to notepads, to even notes for homework. She could only wonder what her boyfriend was doing at the moment. With a big grin on her face as she looked down at her chest, covered by a Metallica hoodie.
As Harry got up for another day of Professor Snape bitching, and moaning like a child. He put on his jeans, and checked his drawers for his hoodie, a special gift from his girlfriend about a month into their relationship. He searched high and low in his drawer, only to find it nowhere. Great, Harry thought to himself sarcastically. I really like that sweater too!
“Fleur is going to kill me when she finds out my sweater and T-shirt are missing, fuck my life!”
With a frustrated grunt, he made his way to the great hall, to get some breakfast. As he sat down with his friends, he looked at his girlfriend who gave him a Cheshire grin, Oh, you will pay woman!
Just before breakfast came to an end, he went over to the Ravenclaw table and grabbed his girlfriend by the wrist and dragged her away. The murmurs started going around the great hall, only to be ignored by the couple.
Fleur Isabel Delacour didn’t know what to make of the current situation, she was sitting with her boyfriend under a tree next to the lake where the second task would take place, he looked at her intensely, causing her to be unnerved.
“Sweetness, why the hell did you take my hoodie?” He whispered with forced politeness
“Because you’re not taking the hint that I have been leaving for three months!” Fleur whispered heatedly.
Harry’s eyebrows jumped at that, what was she talking about?
Fleur’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, she lightly pushed him before sitting on his stomach and getting in his face, “Why haven’t you been using my panties to relieve your urges?!” She wasn’t angry at him, good. Wait… what?!
She saw his confused face and rolled her eyes in response, “I’ve been giving you my panties every night for the past three months for that express purpose and you always return them clean? Why?!”
Before Harry could respond, she put a finger to his lips, “I’ve been giving them to you because you’re not of age yet, we can’t have sex until you turn at least 16. That’s why I’ve been giving you my panties, until the day we can legally make love like there’s no tomorrow!”