Charms Assistant Teacher Fleur Potter, makes a surprise visit to DADA Professor Potter, only she's wearing her old Beauxbaton's uniform, apparently in a girl's night out a (slightly!) drunk Hermione commented Harry had a a fantasy of him and Fleur having a school romance and Beauxbaton's signature uniform featured prominently in it.
By his reaction, Hermione was telling the truth.
"Fleur?" he swallowed, and she smiled as he licked his lips as she walked towards his table with a sway to her hips, showing that in ten years and two children, the uniform had only gotten tight in all the right places.
"Oui, 'Arry." she said sultrily bringing back the accent she only used now in special occasions, she reached his table and leaned over it, showing him that she was couple buttons short of the old rules of her school, he seemed to appreciate it but his eyes met hers, wide and with the same fire that still did things to her.
"W-What, what can I help you with?" Ah, he wanted to play some more? One more reason she loved him.
She went to his side of the table and sat on the edge of it, her shorter than usual skirt rode up a bit and Harry noticed she was wearing white stockings, he loosened his collar a bit.
"Well, you zee, Profezzor Potter." The way she said his title should be criminal, it was certainly sinful, as was the way she grabbed his tie and started caressing it, "I need, zhome 'elp with magique, and I waz told you are zhe best in this whole castle."
Harry breathed in her perfume, the same one she had used eleven years ago, on that Yule Ball he would always remember fondly, it also brought memories of all the daydreams he used to have at the time, his breath quickened further and Fleur squeaked as he grabbed her waist and pulled her as he rose from his chair, their bodies meeting, flushed, excited, breathless.
"Well, I am past my office hours," he looked into her bright blue eyes, reflecting the desire and adoration he saw on them, he admired her flushed cheeks, and the way her hair was a bit dishevelled, with the blue cap askew, and with all that he fell in love with her again, as he tended to do every day.
Her right hand caressed his cheek, making him shiver, "I am zure we can, work zomething out, oui?"
She laughed as he tackled her to the table, banishing the paperwork on it with a wave of his hand, his green eyes darkened, he grabbed her hips and rode her skirt up further he blush intensified, and her eyes flashed, the temperature rose.
"For you, Fleur, anything."
As he pined her arms over her head and kissed with a passion she hadn't felt in months, Fleur thought she would buy her friend a very expensive wine.