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The Beauty and the Healer CH.1
🕑 Added 2023-01-12 04:44:03 +0000 UTCFleur Delacour and her husband, Bill Weasley, stepped off the Apparition platform and into the bustling lobby of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
"Welcome to St. Mungo's. How may I assist you?" A young blonde, stationed behind the receptionist's desk, greeted them as they made their way to the front desk.
"We have an appointment for Fleur Weasley with Healer Potter," Bill told the receptionist in a haughty voice.
The young witch nodded politely and looked down to check her register. "Hmmm, yes, here it is," The receptionist said with an apologetic smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Healer Potter is currently busy with a patient, so it will be a few minutes before he can see you. In the meantime, please have a seat over there," she informed the couple, pointing to a few empty chair.
Bill harrumphed as he led Fleur to the waiting area. "Are you sure he's a good enough healer, Fleur? I don't want to waste time with a mediocre physician," he asked his wife in a doubtful voice as they sat down.
Fleur's lips thinned into a straight line and she turned to glare at her husband. "Your mother is the one who recommended him to me, Bill," she told him in a biting tone.
"Oh, is that right? Well, then he must be okay," Bill said, leaning back in his seat.
Fleur scowled and turned away from her husband. Of course, little Bill would settle down at the bare mention of his mother. However, as minutes passed, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She had never been to St. Mungo's before, and the smell of antiseptic and the sounds of moaning patients made her stomach turn.
After half an hour, the light above the healer's room turned green, and Fleur quickly tried to get to her feet before managing with wobbly legs.
Bill, meanwhile, had already reached the now-opened door and was waiting impatiently for Fleur at the entrance.
As she stepped inside the healer's office, Fleur blinked in surprise as she got her first look at her doctor. Unlike what she had expected, Healer Harry wasn't some dirty, old codger. Instead, he was a tall and lean young man, with bright green eyes and messy black hair that seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, please have a seat," said Healer Harry, pointing to the chairs in front of his desk.
Once they had sat down, Healer Harry clasped his hands in front of him and looked at Fleur with a gentle smile. "Now, how can I help you today, Mrs. Weasley?"
Fleur suddenly found herself blushing under the doctor's intense gaze. Healer Harry had a handsome face, with a strong jawline and a small scar above his left eyebrow that only added to his rugged charm.
Once they had sat down, Healer Harry clasped his hands in front of him and looked at Fleur with a gentle smile. "Now, how can I help you today, Mrs. Weasley?"
Fleur found herself blushing under the doctor's intense gaze. Healer Harry had a handsome face, with a strong jawline and a small scar above his left eyebrow that only added to his rugged charm.
Feeling nervous, Fleur turned to look at Bill for help but he was staring out of the window. Realizing that her husband was not going to be of any assistance, she turned back to face the healer.
Clearing her throat nervously, Fleur began to speak. "Healer Harry, my husband and I have been trying to have a child for some time. Unfortunately, things haven't worked out so far."
Harry nodded his head as Fleur finished her explanation and his face broke into a reassuring smile. "It's alright, Mrs. Weasley. There's no need to worry so much. Your issue is actually quite common among couples who are trying to become parents for the first time."
As she listened to Healer Harry's explanation, Fleur found herself becoming a bit more relaxed in her chair. Unlike her previous healers, Harry's calm demeanor and soft voice went a long way in relaxing her frayed nerves.
After reassuring his patient, Harry withdrew a muggle pen from his desk and started making some notes on a notepad.
"Now, do either of you have any physical ailments that I should be aware of? Or any other health concerns?" He asked the couple in a professional voice.
Fleur and Bill both shook their heads in answer.
Harry rubbed his hand on his strong jaw and made a low, humming sound. "Okay. That's good," he said and scribbled some more notes.
A few minutes later, Harry finished writing and put the pen and notepad away. "Mrs. Weasley, I think I will need to give you a physical examination. Only then will I know what the problem is."
Fleur nodded and got to her feet, following Healer Harry to a small, cozy bed in the left-side corner of his office.
Once there, Healer Harry withdrew a wand from his sleeve and applied a few, quick cleaning and anti-bacterial charms to the bed.
"You'll need to change into a medical gown first, mademoiselle. So, would you mind?" He asked Fleur, gesturing his wand in her direction.
Fleur gave the handsome Healer a small nod and with a simple wave of his wand, her summer dress turned into a simple hospital gown.
"Now, please lie down here, Mrs. Weasley," Harry told Fleur, patting the examination bed.
Fleur nodded and took a deep breath to calm herself before lying down on the bed.
Harry waited until she had settled comfortably before asking, "Do you feel ready to start, Mrs. Weasley?"
Fleur blinked up at Healer Harry and gave him a small nod.
With her permission, Harry began his examination. He checked Fleur's heart rate, took her blood pressure, and examined her for any injuries or abnormalities. Fleur couldn't help but blush under his careful attention and found herself getting lost in his piercing green eyes.
Once he had finished the general checkup, Healer Harry turned his focus to her stomach. With utmost care and gentleness, he probed her belly, checking her ribs and her flat tummy for any abnormalities. Fleur's cheeks turned pink as during the examination, Harry's fingers accidentally brushed the underside of her soft breasts.
A few minutes later, Harry finished the physical examination and withdrew his wand from his sleeve. He began to wave it over Fleur's stomach, muttering, "Diagnostico," as he focused all of his energy on the spell.
"What is that? Is that what's wrong with her?" Bill, who had been hovering over Harry's shoulder, spoke up for the first time as a magical representation of Fleur's body was conjured in the air with a long, black tendril situated right at the center of her stomach.
Harry's concentration was broken, and he turned to glare at Bill with narrowed eyes until the other man looked away in embarrassment.
Harry smirked in satisfaction at the chastised look on Bill's face, and turned back to focus on Fleur.
"That black tendril does not have any connection to why you have failed to conceive, Mrs. Weasley," Harry explained to a nervous-looking Fleur. "In fact, it represents your sexual well-being, or rather, the lack of it."
Fleur blinked up at Harry in surprise. "What do you mean, Healer Harry?"
"Mrs. Weasley, I am guessing that you and Mr. Weasley do not engage in sexual activities regularly," Harry asked Fleur bluntly.
Bill's face flushed red in anger at Harry's question, and he glared at Harry's back.
"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked Harry in an angry voice.
"Veelas are inherently sexual creatures, Mr. Weasley. Their physiologies require them to engage in sexual intercourse regularly. And not just regular sex. They need deep, passionate lovemaking to satisfy their natural urges," Harry answered without turning to look at Bill.
"Okay, thanks for the lecture, doc. But how does this have any relevance to my wife's problems?" Bill questioned the Healer with gritted teeth.
"Well, it doesn't," Harry answered grudgingly. "But your wife still needs to take care of her sexual health."
"Well, we're not paying you to take care of her sexual health, doc. We just want to find out why she can't seem to get pregnant," Bill cut in with a sarcastic tone, interrupting Harry once again. "So, simply do your job and tell us what the problem is, okay?"
This time, Harry couldn't contain his annoyance and withdrew his wand back into his sleeves, turning to glare at Bill.
"Mr. Weasley, I need you to wait outside," he told the pompous man in a steely voice.
"What?! No!" Bill exclaimed in indignation and took an aggressive step toward Harry. "Fleur's my wife. I want to be here."
Fleur couldn't help but be impressed, as unlike most people, Healer Harry was completely unfazed by Bill's display of aggression. "Your presence is causing me distractions, Mr. Weasley. I can't diagnose your wife with you in here."
Bill looked to Fleur for support, but she simply turned her head away from him.
"Ugh, fine. I'm going," he huffed and stormed out of the room, muttering angry comments.
Harry kept a watchful eye on Bill's back until the door closed behind him. Once he was certain that the other man wouldn't be coming back, he looked down at Fleur with a charming smile. "Now with that out of the way, let's treat you properly, Mrs. Weasley." He said in a cheerful voice as he started reading her vitals once more.
Fleur couldn't help but stare at Healer Harry in astonishment. The way he handled her husband was, without a doubt, one of the sexiest things she had ever seen in her life. In fact, unless she was hugely mistaken, it even made her feel a little wet down there.
The room was silent as Fleur waited for Healer Harry to deliver the results of his examination. Anxious beyond measure, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to handle the suspense any longer.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Fleur received her answer.
"Well, as far as I can see, everything looks good," Harry informed Fleur with a smile as he finished up the examination. "You're in excellent health, Mrs. Weasley. In fact, there's nothing wrong with your body that should prevent you from getting pregnant."
"Wait! Are you sure, Healer Harry?" Fleur asked Harry in disbelief as she sat up straight.
"Yes. I'm one hundred percent certain, Mrs. Weasley," Harry answered as he looked at her chart once again. "If I had to guess, I think the reason why you haven't been able to conceive is that the problem most likely lies with your husband."
Fleur found herself gaping at Harry in stunned shock. "Healer Harry, a-are you saying that Bill is the one who's actually infertile?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying, Mrs. Weasley."
Fleur suddenly let out a breathless laugh, a huge smile spreading across her face. "Merci, Healer Harry, Merci. That is the best news I've heard in a long time," she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
Unfortunately, Fleur's happiness lasted barely more than a few seconds before she was filled with boiling-hot anger as she realized that Bill and his mother had been blaming her for no reason, while in reality, he was the reason why they hadn't managed to have any kids so far.
"Should I call your husband and tell him the good news, Mrs. Weasley?" Healer Harry's voice brought Fleur back to reality.
"No, wait! Stop!" She yelled, stopping him in his tracks.
Harry was taken aback by Fleur's loud cry and he looked at her in surprise.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Weasley?" he asked her in concern.
Fleur blushed red in embarrassment as she realized just how loud she had just screamed.
"I-I'm sorry for yelling, Healer Harry, but I don't want to tell my husband yet," she informed Harry with a guilty look in her eyes.
Harry conjured a chair beside Fleur's bed and settled down on it.
"Can I ask why you want to keep your husband in the dark, Mrs. Weasley?" he asked her softly.
Fleur was hesitant at first but, at Harry's reassured smile, her dam burst open. "Bill and his mother are horrible creatures, Healer Harry," she told him in a bitter tone. "They've always blamed me for not giving Bill a family. And, never once did it cross their mind that something might be wrong with Bill instead of me."
Harry listened to Fleur's explanation with patience and a neutral expression on his face.
"So, because your husband and his family have wronged you now, you want to take revenge on them?" he asked her calmly.
Fleur's eyes gleamed with hate and malice as she answered Harry's question.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Yes, Healer Harry, you're absolutely correct. I do want revenge on them."
Harry leaned back in his chair at Fleur's answer and looked at her with a calculating expression. "Well, do you have any ideas?"
Fleur found herself stumped at Harry's question.
"I-I don't think I have any ideas, Healer Harry." She confessed to him in a small voice.
Harry couldn't help but smile at the way Fleur pouted at her inability to come up with a good idea. "It's alright, dear. How about I tell you one of my ideas?" he asked her instead.
"Oh, yes, Healer Harry, please, I'm all ears," Fleur said, cheering up suddenly as she waved for Harry to continue and gave him her full attention.
Suddenly, a wicked grin settled upon Harry's face and Fleur couldn't help but shiver a little in response. "Well, my idea is pretty simple, Fleur. I think you should use the services of a sperm donor. That way, your dream of becoming a mother gets fulfilled, plus, you also get your revenge on your in-laws."
Fleur couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Healer Harry, are you suggesting that I should have someone else's child and not inform Bill?" she asked him in disbelief.
"Yes, Fleur, just think about it for a second, okay?" Harry's emerald green eyes shone with glee as he tried to convince Fleur of his plan. "Tell me, wouldn't it be such a sweet revenge if your dear husband who is so certain of his ability to get you pregnant would end up raising someone else's kid as his own?"
Fleur decided to listen to Harry's advice and imagined the hypothetical scenario in her head. Almost immediately, her face lit up with a dazzling smile. "You're right, Healer Harry. It would be a perfect punishment for Bill and his family," she said almost gleefully.
"That's what I'm talking about, Fleur," Harry cheered, watching Fleur grin from ear to ear. "Okay, great. Now, do you have anyone who would be willing to help you?"
Unfortunately, Fleur didn't have a positive answer to Harry's question. After all, she didn't have any male friends who would be willing to help her out. The beautiful veela's shoulders slumped down in disappointment as she realized her plan was going to fail right from the start.
Harry noticed the way Fleur's smile disappeared and he decided to make an educated guess. "I'm guessing you can't think of anyone who would be willing to help you out, Fleur," he asked her in a commiserating tone.
Fleur shook her head with a sad smile.
"Healer Harry, what am I supposed to do now?" she asked him softly.
"Well, if you want, then I can help you out, Fleur," he offered casually, trying not to appear too eager.
Fleur's face lit up with a beautiful smile at Harry's words and she grabbed his hand in her own. "You would do that for me, Healer Harry, really?" she asked him in disbelief.
"For such a gorgeous lady? It'll be my absolute pleasure, Fleur," Harry answered with a charming smile.
Fleur couldn't help but blush red at Harry's answer. For the first time in her life, she didn't mind that someone was helping her out because of her beauty.
Harry grinned as he noticed the way Fleur's cheeks turned red at his compliment. However, soon, his entire demeanor did a complete 180 as his face turned absolutely serious.
Fleur felt the change in Harry's body language and she quickly composed herself.
"We'll need to run some physical exams to make sure your body is prepared for the treatment," Harry announced as he stood up from his chair and started filling out forms and stuff. "Would you be alright with that, Fleur?"
"Do whatever you need, Healer Harry. I have complete faith in you," Fleur answered him with eyes full of determination.
"That's the spirit, Fleur," Harry cheered as he patted Fleur's right hand. "Now, in order to conduct the examination, I'll need you to remove all your clothes. Do you think that would be okay?"
Fleur's heartbeat quickened a little as she realized Harry was asking her to undress in front of him. However, as she thought about it, Fleur realized she didn't mind Harry seeing her naked.
"It's fine, Healer Harry. I don't mind," she answered him in a breathy voice.
Harry watched, mesmerized, as Fleur grabbed the hem of her hospital gown and raised it above her head, revealing her black cotton bra and panties.
As she pulled the gown over her head, Fleur could feel Harry's heavy gaze on her. However, to her surprise, she didn't mind it at all. In fact, the thought of him seeing her naked just raised her levels of excitement. So, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra before pulling down her panties as well.
Now that she was completely naked, Harry's bright green eyes raked across Fleur's nude body, his gaze heavy with lust-- causing her heart to thump unevenly and a flush to color her cheeks.
It took Harry a few seconds to clear his mind. However, once he had regained grip on himself, he cleared his throat and looked at Fleur intently. "Fleur, I need you to lie down on your back, please," he said.
"Of course, Healer Harry," Fleur answered with a pleased smile as she once again lay down on her back.
Harry pulled his chair to the end of Fleur's bed and sat down on it. "You need to open your legs too, Fleur. I can't examine you otherwise," he instructed the blonde who had crossed her legs and was hiding her pussy from him.
Fleur's chest rose up and down and her face blushed red in embarrassment as she slowly pried her knees apart and spread her legs open.
Harry's mouth became a bit dry as he got his first look at Fleur's naked pussy, and all of a sudden, it was like for the life of him he couldn't think straight at all.
Harry was suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to touch Fleur and explore her sensuous body with his hands. Unable to control his urges, he leaned his head down towards Fleur's glistening twat and inhaled her beautiful scent.
"Ah!" Harry groaned loudly as he breathed in the heavenly scent of sex and arousal drifting upwards from Fleur's pussy. Without a doubt, it was one of the most exquisite thing he had ever smelled.
Fleur's body shook from pleasure as Harry let out a shaky breath across the tender skin of her vagina.
"I-Is everything alright, Healer Harry?" She asked him nervously.
Harry shook his head to clear his hazy thoughts. For a second, he couldn't believe how he had just lost control of himself but then he remembered the true nature of his patient.
Harry felt like slapping himself on the back of the head as he realized his mistake. Of course, he should've remembered that Fleur was a veela and that her allure would bewitch him if she was feeling aroused right now.
Still, in the end, it wasn't all bad. Harry comforted himself with that thought. After all, he had just acquired concrete proof that Fleur was feeling aroused right now.
"Erm, Yes. Everything's looking fine, Fleur," Harry replied as he cleared his throat loudly. "However, I do think that I'm going to need to examine you a bit deeper to make sure that everything is alright on the inside."
Fleur's body trembled in excitement as she realized the meaning behind Harry's words.
"Tha-that's fine, Healer Harry," Fleur's voice shook a little as she answered Harry.
With Fleur's permission, Harry brought his fingers to her wet folds and began rubbing them up and down her pussy lips. As first order of business, Harry flicked his thumb across her swollen clit. Then he caressed his long fingers over her hairless mound until her breathing turned ragged and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Fleur's breath hitched in surprise and her breathing sped up a little as Harry's fingers kept rubbing across her dripping folds until she was so wet and aroused that she had to bite her lips to hold back a scream.
Despite his plan to ease into things, Harry couldn't help himself. Fleur's allure was like a heavy blanket on his senses, and as a result, apart from an urgent, overwhelming need to bring her pleasure it made everything else completely blurry for him.
Fleur, somehow, had managed to keep herself silent so far. The blonde goddess bit her lips to keep from moaning like a whore as Harry's fingers parted her silky wet folds and then started moving inside of her wet cunt.
As he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, Harry couldn't help but marvel at how incredible Fleur's pussy felt around him. Despite being married for years, her walls were so tight and wet as they squeezed around his intruding digits. It was almost like he was fingering an eighteen year-old virgin.
"Oh, tha-that feels so good, Healer Harry," Fleur suddenly cried out as Harry's fingers wiggled inside of her twat causing her toes to curl in pleasure.
Harry's lips curled up in a pleased smile as he listened to Fleur's loud admission. "Oh, yeah? Are you enjoying this, Fleur?" he asked her in a smug voice.
"Mm-hmm! I love it, Healer Harry," Fleur moaned back in answer as Harry's fingers found her G-spot and he hit her insides with a pulse of magic.
"Oh Merlin, I-I'm going to cum!" she choked out, her voice quivering slightly as her hips began to tremble.
Fleur couldn't believe how horny she was right now. It had been such a long time since someone had given her so much love and attention. And now, Healer Harry was making her feel so good and sending all these powerful sensations flooding through her body. It left her feeling her completely overwhelmed.
Fleur keened, unable to stop herself, when Harry drove his fingers deeper into her burning core and began violently fucking her pussy, making her entire body shake.
Harry hummed with satisfaction at Fleur's loud moans and groans and decided that he had teased her enough. He reached out with his other hand and flicked his thumb on her swollen clit, finally causing her to reach her orgasm.
Fleur mewled and writhed in pleasure as her body thrashed from the force of her orgasm. The blonde's back arched off the small hospital bed and her fingers dug into the white sheet underneath her body as fluid gushed out of her tiny slit and splashed onto Harry's face.
Spray after spray of girl cum hit Harry's face as Fleur squirted furiously. Unable to help himself, Harry's tongue flicked out of his mouth and he moaned in pleasure as he got his first taste of her juices.
Little squeaks of pleasure were escaping Fleur's lips as her body flailed caught in the throes of pleasure. In the end, it took her a few minutes before she finally managed to bring herself under control. As she slowly opened her eyes, Fleur saw Healer Harry wiping his face with a conjured towel. The blonde blushed furiously as she realized she had just came all over her doctor.
Fleur opened her mouth to apologize, but Healer Harry beat her to it.
"It's alright, Mademoiselle Delacour. I'll see you at your next appointment," he said, giving her a playful wink as he got up from his chair and sucked his wet fingers into his mouth.
Embarrassed, Fleur squeaked and quickly put on her clothes.
As she walked out of the examination room, Fleur couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that the examination was over. She had enjoyed being under Healer Harry's care, and she couldn't wait for her next checkup.
Outside in the reception area, Bill was pacing up and down the corridor as he waited for Fleur to come out of Healer Harry's office.
"What took you so long, Fleur?" he asked her in an irritated voice. "Is the examination finished? Did he find anything?"
Fleur took a deep breath to compose herself. After all, she didn't want Bill to have any suspicions or become curious about what had just happened between her and Healer Harry.
"It was only the first checkup, Bill. Healer Harry thinks he'll need to examine me a few times before he can come to a conclusion," she told her husband with a tired sigh.
Bill shook his head at Fleur's answer and let out a disgruntled noise under his breath. "Whatever. I guess I should've expected this. That guy wasn't acting professionally at all. Did you see the way he forced me out of the examination room?" he asked Fleur, pointing towards Harry's closed office door. "Anyway, from now on, you can come here on your own, Fleur. I don't think I can stomach another interaction with that rude man without punching him in his stupid mouth. Now, if you don't mind, can we please get out of here? Because I'm already late for a meeting with a client."
"Y-yeah. You're right, Bill. Let's just get out of here," Fleur said, following him to the floo.
As she trailed after her husband, Fleur couldn't help but smile as she left St. Mungo's, already looking forward to her next visit.
