A Quick Flight

Being the girlfriend of one Harry Potter was not the easiest of things.

Between attending a few classes, dedicating most of her days to preparing for the tournament, and dealing with constant attention from other students, Fleur had her hands full.

Not to mention the ever-present worry about his safety, given his tendency to find himself in dangerous situations.

Still, she wouldn't have it any other way—being with Harry was worth every challenge that came with it.

This, however?

There were some things that bordered on being too much…

"There's no way I'm climbing on you," Fleur said firmly, crossing her arms.

The person she was talking to… wasn't actually human.

It was midnight and she was currently in the periphery of the forbidden forest.

Standing before Fleur was a dragon—an actual fire-breathing menace.

A creature of pure, unrelenting darkness with an overwhelming, absolute presence

Its scales were blacker than a starless night, each one sharp enough to pierce through steel, reflecting no light and absorbing it instead.

Massive, leathery wings were folded tightly against its sides, and its serpentine tail coiled menacingly around its enormous body.

Every part of it exuded strength and terror, a living embodiment of the abyss itself.

Its head was even crowned with jagged horns!

When its massive maw opened, rows of sword-like teeth glistened, capable of effortlessly rending through any creature foolish enough to challenge it.

"Oh come on. Pleeease?" the dragon rumbled in a surprisingly whiny tone.

Its massive head lowered to her level, sparkling green eyes gleaming with an almost puppy-like pleading expression that seemed bizarrely out of place on such a terrifying creature.

Fleur was not in fact scared by the dragon—no—but rather by his request.

The idea of riding on her boyfriend's back while he was transformed into a massive, fire-breathing monster was simply absurd.

Even for someone who had grown up in the magical world, this was pushing the boundaries of what she considered reasonable.

"Absolutely not," Fleur repeated, though she felt her resolve wavering slightly at the sight.

"It took me a whole hour to perform the transformation. Are you really going to let all that effort go to waste? And for no good reason whatsoever," Harry argued, his draconic features somehow managing to convey exasperation despite their terrifying nature.

"I even practised landing and taking off to make sure it would be completely safe. Just one quick flight—that's all I'm asking for."

In truth, he had only practised once before; it was the second time he transformed into his draconic form by choice.

'What Fleur doesn't know can't harm her,' he thought.

Fleur pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly as she tried to process the absurdity of the situation.

Here she was, in the middle of the night, arguing with her boyfriend—who also happened to currently be a dragon.

"A quick flight?" she repeated incredulously, gesturing at the towering beast in front of her. "Do you even hear yourself, Harry? You're a dragon! You could sneeze and cause a small forest fire!"

Harry's massive shoulders sagged, his wings drooping slightly. "I wouldn't sneeze near the forest," he grumbled. "I've got control, you know. It's not like I'm about to accidentally roast you or anything. And we both know that you are good with fire…"

Fleur crossed her arms again, fixing him with a glare that could rival even McGonagall's sternest expression. "Control? You nearly flattened Dobby when you flapped your wings just moments ago, mon cher. I'm not exactly filled with confidence right now."

Harry's green eyes flickered with guilt at the reminder. "That was a one-time thing! Besides, Dobby was fine—he even said so!"

His tail swished behind him, a clear sign of his frustration.

Fleur shook her head, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "This is insane. I can't believe I'm even considering this."

She muttered a string of words in rapid French under her breath before looking up at him again. "If you drop me—"

"I won't," Harry interrupted earnestly, leaning in closer so his enormous snout was nearly touching her.

"I swear, Fleur. You know I'd never let anything happen to you."

His deep, rumbling voice softened, the sincerity in his tone cutting through the absurdity of the moment.

Fleur stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

Finally, she let out a resigned sigh. "If I end up falling to my death, I will haunt you for the rest of your days, Harry Potter," she said, jabbing a finger toward his snout.

Harry's eyes brightened instantly, his excitement palpable. "Deal!" He crouched down, lowering one of his massive forearms to the ground like a ramp.

"Climb aboard, mademoiselle."

Muttering something about how this was probably the worst decision of her life, Fleur carefully stepped onto his forearm.

The scales were cool and smooth beneath her hands, glinting faintly in the moonlight.

Harry remained perfectly still, his gaze fixed on her to ensure she was steady.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice reverberating through the night as his wings began to unfurl.

Their sheer size took Fleur's breath away, the leathery membranes rippling as they caught the faint breeze.

Fleur swallowed hard, her hands gripping tightly onto one of the ridges on his back.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered.

With a powerful leap, Harry launched into the air.

The sudden rush of wind stole Fleur's breath, and for a moment, her stomach lurched as gravity seemed to disappear beneath them.

'Am I going to throw up?' she wondered, her fingers gripping tighter onto Harry's scales.

But then they were soaring.

The Forbidden Forest stretched out below them like a dark, endless sea, and the castle of Hogwarts gleamed in the distance, its towers illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight.

The air was crisp and cold, but it carried a sense of freedom that Fleur had never experienced before.

Harry let out a low rumble of satisfaction, his massive wings beating steadily as they glided through the night.

"What do you think?" he called back, his voice surprisingly clear despite the wind.

Fleur hesitated, her heart still pounding in her chest.

Slowly, a smile spread across her face as she took in the breathtaking view. "It's… incredible," she admitted reluctantly, her grip relaxing just slightly.

"But if you do anything reckless, I will hex you into oblivion, dragon or not."

Harry chuckled, the sound like distant thunder.

"Do you mean something like this?"

Without warning, Harry rolled to one side, causing Fleur to tighten her grip with a startled gasp.

The sudden manoeuvre sent them spinning through the air in a graceful barrel roll, the world turning upside down for one heart-stopping moment.

"Harry James Potter!" she yelled over the rushing wind, but there was no real anger in her voice.

Her heart was raced with fear and pure joy as she clung tighter to his scaled back.

"Sorry, I just wanted to check what you meant by reckless," he said, his tone teasing. "Now hold on—I'm going to show you something amazing."

Before Fleur could protest, Harry tilted his wings and dove, sending them plummeting toward the earth in a thrilling spiral.

Fleur's scream of surprise quickly turned into laughter, the rush of adrenaline making her forget her earlier fears.

As they levelled out once more, soaring above the treetops, Fleur couldn't help but marvel at the strange, magical life she had stumbled into.

And then, without warning again, the dragon roared.

The sound was deafening, a primal declaration of power that shook the very air around them.

Fleur's hands instinctively tightened on Harry's scales as the roar sounded across the world.

She was sure that the entire castle would wake up to investigate the sound, but Harry was already banking away, putting distance between them and Hogwarts with powerful beats of his wings.

In contrast, being Harry Potter's girlfriend might have been madness, but it was a madness she relished.

"Harry, I love you!"

Harry's deep, rumbling laugh echoed through his massive form. "I love you too."

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