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summary: Fleur resents Ginny, even though their relationship improved after the war. She feels Ginny needs to be put in her place for mocking her behind her back and calling her phlegm. Ginny may feel proud that Harry can resist her allure, but can Ginny resist simple tickling?
Fleur sat in her kitchen, drinking tea and listening to the wireless talk about the latest Holyhead Harpies victory. "Tell me Lee, why do you think the Harpies will win this Quidditch season?" Merle Roc asked his co-host, Lee Jordan.
"Hey Roc," Lee Jordan said, adjusting his glasses. "The Holyhead Harpies have a solid lineup this season with their star chaser, Ginny Potter." Fleur smiled upon hearing Ginny's last name. Seeing Harry at the altar waiting for Ginny on their wedding day was one of the most heartwarming moments Fleur had ever witnessed.
Before the wedding, Fleur asked Ginny if she needed to dress more conservatively so as not to take attention away from her moment. But Ginny quickly dismissed that idea, saying she only cared about one man's opinion. Ginny's faith was well placed as even when Fleur, in all her veela glory, attended the wedding as one of Ginny's maids of honor, Harry had eyes only for one girl that day.
Fleur chuckled to herself, remembering the joyous celebration of Harry and Ginny's love. Her attention was brought back to the wireless as Lee continued to explain his reasoning for the Holyhead Harpies' success in the upcoming Quidditch season. "Not only do they have Ginny Potter, but their teamwork and strategy have been impeccable," Lee remarked.
"Let's hope Miss Potter can continue before Mr. Potter thinks about expanding the family line," Merle Roc said rudely.
Fleur's smile faded as she heard Merle Roc's insensitive comment about Ginny and Harry starting a family. She couldn't understand why some people were always so quick to push their expectations onto others, especially when it came to something as personal as starting a family.
Then there was a knock on the door. Fleur placed her tea on the table and walked towards the door, still thinking about Merle Roc's words. Opening it, she saw a familiar face - Ginny stood there with a bright smile that instantly lifted Fleur's spirits. "Fleur, sorry I'm late; the press wouldn't shut up," Ginny said. Fleur welcomed Ginny inside and embraced her warmly. In the kitchen, Fleur poured Ginny a cup of tea and listened attentively as Ginny talked about her day.
"Apparently the managers scheduled a press meeting right after our practice. Gwenogg was furious," Ginny recalled. "Then, that little rat Rita Skeeter was lurking around trying to get a scoop on Harry and me. I swear, that woman never gives up," Ginny said with frustration.
"Is 'Arry doing alright?" Fleur asked her french accent notible when asking about Harry. "All the attention you've been getting lately." she added with a little smirk.
Ginny smiled, "Harry doesn't mind as long as he has his family with him. You know how he always dodges their questions." Fleur nodded in agreement, understanding Harry's aversion to the media circus.
"I'd like to show you something," Fleur said as she led Ginny upstairs to little Victoria's room. Opening the door, Ginny smiled at the poster of her in her Quidditch uniform. "Maybe next game she will remember to bring it for you to sign."
Fleur stood behind Ginny with her wand ready. Before Ginny could turn around, Fleur stunned her with a quick stupefy. Fleur then took the stunned Ginny in her arms and brought her to the guest room where everything was set up for her revenge.
Fleur placed Ginny on her belly on the comfortable, foldable table. With quick wand flicks, Fleur strapped Ginny in and secured her to the bedtable. Smiling, Fleur walked over behind Ginny to her booted feet and revived her.
"W-what happened?" Ginny mumbled, trying to move. "Fleur, are you here?" she shouted.
"Oh don't worry Ginny, I'm right here," Fleur said with a mischievous grin. Ginny's eyes widened in surprise as she tried to process the situation.
"Fleur, what's happening? Untie me now!" Ginny said, struggling against her restraints.
Fleur couldn't help but let out a light-hearted chuckle as she observed Ginny's valiant attempts to wriggle free from the snug restraints that held her in place. "Oh, dear Ginny," Fleur began with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I'm afraid your escape plans will have to wait for now." Her tone was playful and teasing as she continued, "Rest assured, my dear, it's all in good fun. I simply thought you might enjoy a little tickle torture session as payback for those not-so-nice names you've been calling me behind my back."
"But that was years ago, I even apologized after the battle." Ginny said.
Ginny's protests were met with Fleur's gentle laughter as she picked up a feather from the nearby table. "Ah, but you see, Ginny dear, some things are not easily forgotten," Fleur teased. Fleur took hold of Ginny's left quidditch boot and began unbuckling the many straps it had. Ginny squirmed trying to stop Fleur but her binds were too tight.
Fleur grabbed Ginny's boot with both hands and forcefully removed it from her foot. Once released, Ginny's foot was left bare and vulnerable, exposed to Fleur's mischievous intentions. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "My my, don't these stink." Fleur went for the other boot next. "Let's see if this one is just as smelly" Fleur continued her playful torment, unbuckling the straps of Ginny's other boot with a sly grin. As she pulled the boot off, Ginny's other foot was now bare and defenseless. Fleur couldn't resist teasing, "Seems like you've been working up quite a sweat in these boots, Ginny."
"Well that's what happens when you're out on the field giving it your all," Ginny retorted, a hint of defiance in her voice despite her predicament. Fleur simply chuckled at Ginny's response.
"Does 'Arry like smelly feet?" Fleur asked Ginny.
Fleur's question caught Ginny off guard, causing her to pause for a moment before responding. "Harry doesn't seem to mind," Ginny replied with a smirk.
"I bet he doesn't mind as long as it's your body." Fleur replied, dropping the second boot and getting ready.
Ginny looked behind her and noticed Fleur holding a feather. "Wait Fleur! Don't you dare!" Ginny exclaimed, a mixture of laughter and panic in her voice as Fleur advanced towards her bare feet with the feather.
Ginny's bare foot, held tense, looked small and pale in the stark light from above. Her gently curled toes were bent back, leaving soft ridges where they met the instep, which was smooth with exquisite contours. Ginny's sole was sumptuous; its flesh creamy and soft, the color of buttermilk. The slimness of the heel contrasted with the wide ball of her foot; the arch was deep and curved beautifully. Her plump toes ascended in a wonderful arc towards her big toe, each pressed against its neighbor; the nails painted a deep black.
"I can see why 'Arry would like them," Ginny giggled nervously as Fleur's feather approached her sensitive bare foot. The light touch of the feather sent shivers up Ginny's spine as she tried to wiggle her toes in a futile attempt to evade the ticklish sensation. Fleur teased, "Ticklish, are we?" with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As Fleur continued to tease Ginny with the feather, Ginny tried her best to resist the urge to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her toes wriggled and curled as the feather danced along the soft skin of her arches, sending waves of ticklish delight through her body.
"ohh you are definitely ticklish." Fleur paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of Ginny squirming under her gentle ministrations. With a sly grin, Fleur intensified her efforts, tracing intricate patterns along Ginny's soles and between her toes.
"P-please Fleur you've made your point" Ginny pleaded between fits of laughter, her voice breathless and filled with mirth.
"But we only just started, I don't think it sinked in just yet." Fleur continued to expertly tickle Ginny's bare feet, eliciting peals of laughter and gasps for mercy.
The room echoed with Ginny's infectious giggles as Fleur's feather danced skillfully across her sensitive soles. Ginny squirmed and twisted, trying to escape the relentless tickling assault.
Fleur, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing Ginny as she gently removed the feather from the redhead's grasp. With a playful smile, Fleur leaned in and asked knowingly, "You must know a few good tickle charms, don't you Ginny?" Her voice was filled with amusement and curiosity. "Perhaps Rictusempra? Does that ring any bells for you?"
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as Fleur finally relented, allowing her a moment to catch her breath and compose herself. "P-Please Fleur, no more," Ginny gasped between breaths, her cheeks flushed from laughter. Fleur chuckled softly and sat back, admiring the way Ginny's feet twitched and flexed in response to the tickling.
"No," Fleur replied, "Rictusempra." she said her wand pointed at Ginny's bare feet. Before Ginny could react, she felt a sudden surge of ticklish energy coursing through her body as Fleur cast the spell. Laughter bubbled uncontrollably from Ginny's lips as her feet became even more sensitive to the lightest touch.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Fleur, stop! HAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASEEEE!” Ginny begged her sister-in-law.
"Eet eez lik music to mon airs," Fleur mused with an exaggerated French accent.
"I can't... I can't.." Ginny's laughter filled the room as Fleur continued to playfully cast tickling spells on her feet. Despite her protests and attempts to squirm away, Ginny couldn't help but be swept up in the ticklish frenzy.
"Please Fl-ahaha Fleur." Ginny laughed.
"Tell me your sorry." Fleur demanded.
Ginny, still breathless from laughter, managed to squeak out an apology between giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement at Fleur's playful antics. "I'm so-ahahah I'm sorry Fleur."
Fleur's lips twitched in a suppressed smile as she continued to toy with Ginny. "Tell me you are ready to surrender to the tickle queen," Fleur teased, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Ginny bit her lip in defiance but she couldn't take the tickling anymore. "A-Alright Fleur, you win!" Ginny conceded, her voice laced with laughter and defeat.
"Say it." Fleur leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Say it, Ginny," she urged playfully, her wand still pointed at Ginny's sensitive feet.
With a mix of surrender and amusement, Ginny finally relented, unable to hold back her laughter any longer. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FLEUR, DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME DO THAT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’RE-E HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THE-E TI-TICKLE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUEEENNNN!!" she exclaimed between fits of giggles. Fleur grinned victoriously before releasing the tickling charm on Ginny's feet.
"There, there," Fleur said with a grin. "Wasn't that easy?" She watched Ginny catch her breath, still giggling from the tickling session. "Earlier... you mentioned Harry doesn't mind playing with your feet. What does he do?"
Fleur's question hung in the air, causing Ginny to pause and think about her playful interactions with Harry. She shifted slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before responding.
Ginny explained, a fond smile playing on her lips as she recalled those moments with Harry. "After a long day playing Quidditch, he often gives me foot massages to help me relax and unwind. It's his way of showing affection and taking care of me."
"Does that end with some naughty playing too?" Fleur raised an eyebrow playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ginny's cheeks flushed slightly at the implication, but she couldn't help chuckling at Fleur's teasing tone.
Ginny chuckled at Fleur's teasing remark, "It depends on how tired we both are," Ginny replied with a playful wink. "But Harry does have a way of making even a simple foot massage feel... magical." She blushed at her own pun, sharing a knowing look with Fleur.
"Maybe I should ask him for some massage tips," Fleur mused, a sly grin on her face. "Although I'm not sure if Bill would appreciate me practicing on him." The two witches shared a laugh at the thought. "Or maybe I should tell Harry about our little session, I think he would love to tickle you like that!" Fleur suggested with a mischievous tw in her eye. Ginny's eyes widened in playful surprise at the idea.
Fleur's playful threat made Ginny squirm, knowing that Harry would likely take the opportunity to turn the tables on her. "Oh no, please don't," Ginny pleaded with a mock-serious expression, though the laughter in her eyes gave her away.
"I won't tell him... for now," Fleur said, winking and enjoying the banter. "Let me get you a tea before you leave so you can ask Harry for one of those magical foot massages." Standing up gracefully, Fleur made her way to the kitchen to prepare some tea for Ginny. While she worked, Ginny couldn't help but smile at the thought of Harry's warm hands soothing her tired feet after her tickle torture.
Ginny put her socks and boots back on, gracefully taking the cup of tea that Fleur had prepared for her. As she sipped the warm tea, a sense of contentment washed over her. The playful banter with Fleur had lightened her mood, and thoughts of Harry's comforting foot massages brought a smile to her face. She thanked Fleur for the tea and their enjoyable conversation before getting ready to head back home.
Fleur sat in her kitchen, drinking tea and listening to the wireless talk about the latest Holyhead Harpies victory. "Tell me Lee, why do you think the Harpies will win this Quidditch season?" Merle Roc asked his co-host, Lee Jordan.
"Hey Roc," Lee Jordan said, adjusting his glasses. "The Holyhead Harpies have a solid lineup this season with their star chaser, Ginny Potter." Fleur smiled upon hearing Ginny's last name. Seeing Harry at the altar waiting for Ginny on their wedding day was one of the most heartwarming moments Fleur had ever witnessed.
Before the wedding, Fleur asked Ginny if she needed to dress more conservatively so as not to take attention away from her moment. But Ginny quickly dismissed that idea, saying she only cared about one man's opinion. Ginny's faith was well placed as even when Fleur, in all her veela glory, attended the wedding as one of Ginny's maids of honor, Harry had eyes only for one girl that day.
Fleur chuckled to herself, remembering the joyous celebration of Harry and Ginny's love. Her attention was brought back to the wireless as Lee continued to explain his reasoning for the Holyhead Harpies' success in the upcoming Quidditch season. "Not only do they have Ginny Potter, but their teamwork and strategy have been impeccable," Lee remarked.
"Let's hope Miss Potter can continue before Mr. Potter thinks about expanding the family line," Merle Roc said rudely.
Fleur's smile faded as she heard Merle Roc's insensitive comment about Ginny and Harry starting a family. She couldn't understand why some people were always so quick to push their expectations onto others, especially when it came to something as personal as starting a family.
Then there was a knock on the door. Fleur placed her tea on the table and walked towards the door, still thinking about Merle Roc's words. Opening it, she saw a familiar face - Ginny stood there with a bright smile that instantly lifted Fleur's spirits. "Fleur, sorry I'm late; the press wouldn't shut up," Ginny said. Fleur welcomed Ginny inside and embraced her warmly. In the kitchen, Fleur poured Ginny a cup of tea and listened attentively as Ginny talked about her day.
"Apparently the managers scheduled a press meeting right after our practice. Gwenogg was furious," Ginny recalled. "Then, that little rat Rita Skeeter was lurking around trying to get a scoop on Harry and me. I swear, that woman never gives up," Ginny said with frustration.
"Is 'Arry doing alright?" Fleur asked her french accent notible when asking about Harry. "All the attention you've been getting lately." she added with a little smirk.
Ginny smiled, "Harry doesn't mind as long as he has his family with him. You know how he always dodges their questions." Fleur nodded in agreement, understanding Harry's aversion to the media circus.
"I'd like to show you something," Fleur said as she led Ginny upstairs to little Victoria's room. Opening the door, Ginny smiled at the poster of her in her Quidditch uniform. "Maybe next game she will remember to bring it for you to sign."
Fleur stood behind Ginny with her wand ready. Before Ginny could turn around, Fleur stunned her with a quick stupefy. Fleur then took the stunned Ginny in her arms and brought her to the guest room where everything was set up for her revenge.
Fleur placed Ginny on her belly on the comfortable, foldable table. With quick wand flicks, Fleur strapped Ginny in and secured her to the bedtable. Smiling, Fleur walked over behind Ginny to her booted feet and revived her.
"W-what happened?" Ginny mumbled, trying to move. "Fleur, are you here?" she shouted.
"Oh don't worry Ginny, I'm right here," Fleur said with a mischievous grin. Ginny's eyes widened in surprise as she tried to process the situation.
"Fleur, what's happening? Untie me now!" Ginny said, struggling against her restraints.
Fleur couldn't help but let out a light-hearted chuckle as she observed Ginny's valiant attempts to wriggle free from the snug restraints that held her in place. "Oh, dear Ginny," Fleur began with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I'm afraid your escape plans will have to wait for now." Her tone was playful and teasing as she continued, "Rest assured, my dear, it's all in good fun. I simply thought you might enjoy a little tickle torture session as payback for those not-so-nice names you've been calling me behind my back."
"But that was years ago, I even apologized after the battle." Ginny said.
Ginny's protests were met with Fleur's gentle laughter as she picked up a feather from the nearby table. "Ah, but you see, Ginny dear, some things are not easily forgotten," Fleur teased. Fleur took hold of Ginny's left quidditch boot and began unbuckling the many straps it had. Ginny squirmed trying to stop Fleur but her binds were too tight.
Fleur grabbed Ginny's boot with both hands and forcefully removed it from her foot. Once released, Ginny's foot was left bare and vulnerable, exposed to Fleur's mischievous intentions. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "My my, don't these stink." Fleur went for the other boot next. "Let's see if this one is just as smelly" Fleur continued her playful torment, unbuckling the straps of Ginny's other boot with a sly grin. As she pulled the boot off, Ginny's other foot was now bare and defenseless. Fleur couldn't resist teasing, "Seems like you've been working up quite a sweat in these boots, Ginny."
"Well that's what happens when you're out on the field giving it your all," Ginny retorted, a hint of defiance in her voice despite her predicament. Fleur simply chuckled at Ginny's response.
"Does 'Arry like smelly feet?" Fleur asked Ginny.
Fleur's question caught Ginny off guard, causing her to pause for a moment before responding. "Harry doesn't seem to mind," Ginny replied with a smirk.
"I bet he doesn't mind as long as it's your body." Fleur replied, dropping the second boot and getting ready.
Ginny looked behind her and noticed Fleur holding a feather. "Wait Fleur! Don't you dare!" Ginny exclaimed, a mixture of laughter and panic in her voice as Fleur advanced towards her bare feet with the feather.
Ginny's bare foot, held tense, looked small and pale in the stark light from above. Her gently curled toes were bent back, leaving soft ridges where they met the instep, which was smooth with exquisite contours. Ginny's sole was sumptuous; its flesh creamy and soft, the color of buttermilk. The slimness of the heel contrasted with the wide ball of her foot; the arch was deep and curved beautifully. Her plump toes ascended in a wonderful arc towards her big toe, each pressed against its neighbor; the nails painted a deep black.
"I can see why 'Arry would like them," Ginny giggled nervously as Fleur's feather approached her sensitive bare foot. The light touch of the feather sent shivers up Ginny's spine as she tried to wiggle her toes in a futile attempt to evade the ticklish sensation. Fleur teased, "Ticklish, are we?" with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As Fleur continued to tease Ginny with the feather, Ginny tried her best to resist the urge to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her toes wriggled and curled as the feather danced along the soft skin of her arches, sending waves of ticklish delight through her body.
"ohh you are definitely ticklish." Fleur paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of Ginny squirming under her gentle ministrations. With a sly grin, Fleur intensified her efforts, tracing intricate patterns along Ginny's soles and between her toes.
"P-please Fleur you've made your point" Ginny pleaded between fits of laughter, her voice breathless and filled with mirth.
"But we only just started, I don't think it sinked in just yet." Fleur continued to expertly tickle Ginny's bare feet, eliciting peals of laughter and gasps for mercy.
The room echoed with Ginny's infectious giggles as Fleur's feather danced skillfully across her sensitive soles. Ginny squirmed and twisted, trying to escape the relentless tickling assault.
Fleur, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, couldn't resist teasing Ginny as she gently removed the feather from the redhead's grasp. With a playful smile, Fleur leaned in and asked knowingly, "You must know a few good tickle charms, don't you Ginny?" Her voice was filled with amusement and curiosity. "Perhaps Rictusempra? Does that ring any bells for you?"
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as Fleur finally relented, allowing her a moment to catch her breath and compose herself. "P-Please Fleur, no more," Ginny gasped between breaths, her cheeks flushed from laughter. Fleur chuckled softly and sat back, admiring the way Ginny's feet twitched and flexed in response to the tickling.
"No," Fleur replied, "Rictusempra." she said her wand pointed at Ginny's bare feet. Before Ginny could react, she felt a sudden surge of ticklish energy coursing through her body as Fleur cast the spell. Laughter bubbled uncontrollably from Ginny's lips as her feet became even more sensitive to the lightest touch.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Fleur, stop! HAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASEEEE!” Ginny begged her sister-in-law.
"Eet eez lik music to mon airs," Fleur mused with an exaggerated French accent.
"I can't... I can't.." Ginny's laughter filled the room as Fleur continued to playfully cast tickling spells on her feet. Despite her protests and attempts to squirm away, Ginny couldn't help but be swept up in the ticklish frenzy.
"Please Fl-ahaha Fleur." Ginny laughed.
"Tell me your sorry." Fleur demanded.
Ginny, still breathless from laughter, managed to squeak out an apology between giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement at Fleur's playful antics. "I'm so-ahahah I'm sorry Fleur."
Fleur's lips twitched in a suppressed smile as she continued to toy with Ginny. "Tell me you are ready to surrender to the tickle queen," Fleur teased, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Ginny bit her lip in defiance but she couldn't take the tickling anymore. "A-Alright Fleur, you win!" Ginny conceded, her voice laced with laughter and defeat.
"Say it." Fleur leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Say it, Ginny," she urged playfully, her wand still pointed at Ginny's sensitive feet.
With a mix of surrender and amusement, Ginny finally relented, unable to hold back her laughter any longer. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FLEUR, DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME DO THAT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’RE-E HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THE-E TI-TICKLE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUEEENNNN!!" she exclaimed between fits of giggles. Fleur grinned victoriously before releasing the tickling charm on Ginny's feet.
"There, there," Fleur said with a grin. "Wasn't that easy?" She watched Ginny catch her breath, still giggling from the tickling session. "Earlier... you mentioned Harry doesn't mind playing with your feet. What does he do?"
Fleur's question hung in the air, causing Ginny to pause and think about her playful interactions with Harry. She shifted slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before responding.
Ginny explained, a fond smile playing on her lips as she recalled those moments with Harry. "After a long day playing Quidditch, he often gives me foot massages to help me relax and unwind. It's his way of showing affection and taking care of me."
"Does that end with some naughty playing too?" Fleur raised an eyebrow playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ginny's cheeks flushed slightly at the implication, but she couldn't help chuckling at Fleur's teasing tone.
Ginny chuckled at Fleur's teasing remark, "It depends on how tired we both are," Ginny replied with a playful wink. "But Harry does have a way of making even a simple foot massage feel... magical." She blushed at her own pun, sharing a knowing look with Fleur.
"Maybe I should ask him for some massage tips," Fleur mused, a sly grin on her face. "Although I'm not sure if Bill would appreciate me practicing on him." The two witches shared a laugh at the thought. "Or maybe I should tell Harry about our little session, I think he would love to tickle you like that!" Fleur suggested with a mischievous tw in her eye. Ginny's eyes widened in playful surprise at the idea.
Fleur's playful threat made Ginny squirm, knowing that Harry would likely take the opportunity to turn the tables on her. "Oh no, please don't," Ginny pleaded with a mock-serious expression, though the laughter in her eyes gave her away.
"I won't tell him... for now," Fleur said, winking and enjoying the banter. "Let me get you a tea before you leave so you can ask Harry for one of those magical foot massages." Standing up gracefully, Fleur made her way to the kitchen to prepare some tea for Ginny. While she worked, Ginny couldn't help but smile at the thought of Harry's warm hands soothing her tired feet after her tickle torture.
Ginny put her socks and boots back on, gracefully taking the cup of tea that Fleur had prepared for her. As she sipped the warm tea, a sense of contentment washed over her. The playful banter with Fleur had lightened her mood, and thoughts of Harry's comforting foot massages brought a smile to her face. She thanked Fleur for the tea and their enjoyable conversation before getting ready to head back home.
