Fleur felt her hair gain in volume, as huffed in exasperation, knowing she started to resemble a bird with her feathers properly ruffled. But she couldn’t help it! That infuriating… that man! Her arms itched as her feathers started coming to the surface.
“Tu es impossible!” She threw her arms up, doing her best to suppress the razor sharp quills that started sprouting along her shoulder blades.
Harry just looked at her with a bemused expression as she stomped to and fro, her enchanted dress shifting colours. Her wide skirt whirled around her legs and the wide sleeves flew behind her like a standard following its bearer.
“I invited you to romantic outings!” With a swoosh, she turned around and strode to his left.
“I wore the most gleaming of jewels for you!” She waved her arm under his nose, making the gem-encrusted circlets throw reflections all around. Her nails, Harry noticed, were darkening and tapering to a sharp point.
“I danced for you!” Wings sprouted from her back, thrice as wide in wingspan as she was tall, brilliant in the sun, with dazzling patterns, resembling the eyes found on peacock plumage. “I… I showed you what I ‘aven’t shown anyone else.”
She approached him, amber eyes ablaze, lips ceratined, until she pushed him against a wall.
“How else must I?” She screeched.
Harry got no chance to respond, since she descended on him, her lips covering his, sealing his mouth with a hard, needy kiss.
“Are my feelings for you clear now?” She asked, voice almost breaking.
“I… I am not sure.” Harry smiled, dazed. “Perhaps you can repeat this? Just to clarify?”¨
No more words did he manage to speak. Much more was conveyed that sunny afternoon, though.