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A Summer Escape	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6005 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Summer Escape

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: 5th year

Summary: After his 4th year the Delacour's see Harry alone at Kings Cross and decide to take him to France where an unusual romance blooms between Harry and Rabastan Lestrange. But will it last longer than the first night?

Pairs: Harry Potter/ Rabastan Lestrange

Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter books do not belong to me. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

"Speech"

"(French)"

'Thoughts'

A Day After

Harry cursed while he ran down the street. His morning bout of sex with Rabastan had distracted him even more and he forgot all about meeting up with Fleur. He was willing to bet the witch was angry and he could not really run very fast. His arse was hurting more that when he woke up.

He caught sight of silvery blonde hair and slowed down.

"Fleur!" he called out.

"'Arry!" she whirled around looking furious.

"I know I'm impossible," he rushed to say. "But I have a really good reason for it."

"You vill better haf," she threatened. She looked just about ready to kill him.

"I met a guy…"

"Zat dark haired man?" Fleur blinked. She grabbed his arm. "Haf you had breakfast?"

Harry blushed to the roots of his hair and Fleur giggled.

"Oh, 'arry. Come."

Harry followed her to a Muggle bistro feeling mortified about the talk that was going to follow.

Rabastan left the hotel he had been hiding ever since he had fled from Britain. He had been a free man and an escaped criminal for a month now. He had also been separated from his brother as long. Rodolphus had opted to stay in his home country to hide. The Malfoys were providing housing to his wife Bellatrix. Rabastan shook his head. He had never liked Bellatrix Black, not even when she was saner and her looks radiant. That insane witch had ruined his brother more than their own father's choices.

He walked through the busy street and headed to the portal to the magical community. He had a potion brewing and he was missing a couple of ingredients. He ignored the admiring looks he earned from many women and a few men he walked past. Instead of getting his attention they seemed to remind him of the minx he spent the night and morning with. It almost made him smile. He had not felt desire so strongly before last night. Even before Azkaban when he was a teen he had not felt attraction towards anyone. He had slept with a couple of his classmates but just because he was curious. His older brother often teased him he was asexual. After that he had been sentenced to Azkaban, just when he had graduated from school. He never really got to live his life.

Rabastan remembered green eyes and a smirk formed on his face.

He was not letting that temptation get away from him.

"Fleur! Slow down! And don't speak French, I cannot understand a word," Harry told the excited witch.

"But we must celebrate!"

"With coffee?" Harry sounded dubious.

"Trop tôt pour l'alcool (Too early for alcohol)" she muttered.

"Enough with the French!" Harry protested.

Fleur ignored him. She pushed him in a table she find acceptable and ordered coffee and snacks for both of them while she prodded for details Harry found himself giving her before he could think twice. Fleur giggled in all the embarrassing moments making Harry's face heat up.

"Shut it, it's not even that funny," Harry complained.

"I know," Fleur smiled. "I am 'appy for you 'arry."

"Thank you."

"Vill you see 'eem again?" Fleur picked up a cinnamon cookie.

Harry shrugged. "I guess. I'm not sure."

The witch observed him quietly. While she was not really bothered by the occasional one night stand she had not given any thought as to how Harry might be affected by it. Sure he had enjoyed himself and the attention he received from his nightly lover but Harry was the type who wanted to feel love not lust. Fleur made a silent promise to herself that she would help the green eyed boy as much as she could.

"He was a magician (wizard)", that is a given," Fleur murmured. "You know 'is name?"

"Rabastan," Harry replied.

Fleur frowned a bit at the name, feeling somewhat familiar with it before she shrugged, it would come to her later.

"Et nous attendre ensuite (we wait then)", Fleur told him.

Apolline kissed Armand softly on the lips. The wizard smile and touched her stomach. She was starting to show.

"Will this one be girl too?" he asked his wife in French.

"I'm not sure dear, but after Harry, I hope I can give you a son," the witch said fondly.

"Yes, he is a remarkable young man," Armand agreed. He was careful to trust other people. He was not very beautiful or striking but rather ordinary. He had at first surprised when Apolline chose him over other teens for the Beauxbatons Spring Ball, but the witch had laughed and told him he was much more fun and a kinder person than the rest of them.

Over the years he had learned from his wife and her family that most males wanted those with Veela blood because the genes were strong and the allure, even after four generations could appear dominant. Those with political power often tried to marry into families such as his and with two daughters he was wary. But the British boy was nothing like the ones he feared. He treated his girls right, both Fleur and Gabrielle loved him like a brother, 'Or a pet,' he thought with amusement. He would like to have someone to talk about sports with as both his daughters had turned out to be girlie-girls. He could do with a son.

"Did you hear Fleur and Harry return in the morning? Should I wake them up for breakfast?"

Armand paused. He had not heard the two teens return but how could he tell his wife without worrying her?

"Well…"

Gabrielle barrelled in the sitting room. She came to a halt seeing them cuddled up together. She blushed but her eyes told her amusement.

"Hello sweetie, what do you want?" Apolline asked.

"Ah, well, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Gabrielle asked.

"No, speak up. Is Fleur awake? I can make her some breakfast…" the mother paused at the wince on her daughters face. "She did not return last night, did she?"

"I'll take care of it, you rest," Armand told his wife.

Just then the front door opened and the family stood.

"This is so bad," Harry muttered.

"You were late," Fleur told him.

"But you delayed me more," Harry returned.

"Où avez-vous été deux? (Where have you two been?)", Armand demanded. Apolline and Gabrielle where right behind him.

"His fault!"

"No, it was yours too," Harry returned. He could tell Armand was worried more than angry even though he did not understand a word he said.

"What did you do?" Apolline asked suspiciously.

Harry blushed and Fleur snickered.

"I'd rather not say," Harry muttered. "It's bad enough that Fleur knows."

"You cannot, not tell mama," Fleur declared. "You see 'arry met zis 'ansome man…"

Harry groaned. "Fleur…"

"Now I'm curious," Apolline cut him off.

"Well, 'arry has un amant (a lover)!"" Fleur squealed.

Her mother and sister were equally pleased. Seeing them so excited Armand felt for the male teen.

Kingsley returned to his hotel room in the "Golden Chaudron (Golden Cauldron)" and found three owls waiting for him on his window sill.

The Auror felt weary just by looking at them.

The first letter was from the Ministry, just some announcement for an Aurors' ball. The second was from his nephew and the third was from the Order.

He immediately scanned the contexts, recognizing Dumbledore's neat script.

It basically told him that he had one more week to track down Rabastan Lestrange because after that he had to return to Britain and escort Harry Potter from his relatives to the Order's headquarters.

Kingsley ran a hand over his face. It would be a hard week.

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