Author's Note: This story is from a first-person POV, specifically the female lead character. I'll also warn that hardcore BDSM factors into this tale. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it.

Previously:

"I told you I didn't want to!" he began, raising his voice, "You kept pushing!"

"Because I wanted you! And you didn't seem to mind my mouth; all your bitching stopped then didn't it?" I put my head down and trying to fight back tears added, "You used to want me."

"I still do," he said lowering his voice, "But I'm..."

"And what the fuck was that shit, holding my head down?" I demanded, "What do you think I am, a whore?"

"I thought you liked it?"

"I do when I know I'm going to get something else and it's all fun." I waved my hand at him. "You wouldn't even let me cum, and then you treat me like a slutty fucking whore from Knockturn."

"Whatever, Fleur." He rolled his eyes and to my dismay turned over on his side, putting his back to me.

"Oh, so that's it?" I asked, "You blow your load and I get nothing?"

"You got your wand," he replied, "Do what you have to."

I sat there speechless. How the hell had things gotten this way? I wanted to say something more, tell him how much he'd just hurt me. Before I could, that hurt overwhelmed me and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Turning away from him, I lay on my side and slid as far away from him as I could. I became aware of the taste of cum in my mouth and lying here next to my husband, I felt like a cheap whore. I saw our wedding picture on the bureau across from me and started to cry softly wondering if this was the beginning of the end.

Scorn.

Morning, a few days later...

Fleur POV

I jumped and looked up from the Daily Prophet at the sound of someone apparating. Leaning back in the small armchair, located near the picture window, I pulled the blinds out to see Harry on the other side of the yard. He was wearing a black casual shirt folded up to his elbows, showing off his slightly tanned skin along with his well-muscled arms. Despite the warm weather, he was wearing black jeans that fit him well, hugging his damn fine ass. I got a better look at that ass when he turned to look towards the beach. I shook my head as I watched the muscles in his arms flex when he stretched.

I imagined what those arms would look like flexed while he drove his hard cock into me with my long legs wrapped around his waist. That image was a residual of last night's masturbation session just before I fell asleep. Just as it had been the night before, and let's face it, all week. After the humiliating performance on Monday, I hadn't even tried to approach William for sex. I went to bed, slipped a dildo I had conjured into my pussy and rubbed my clit. That dildo soon became Harry's cock and my fingers his tongue.

I smiled at the thought that Harry had been a busy boy every night this week. I suppose some women might think it was wrong to fantasize about another man to that level, but seeing the person who should be taking care of me wasn't, I felt there was no issue. What I found an issue, was that William had no problem at all with just coming to bed and finding me not looking for anything. I swear he was relieved. On Monday I'd gotten a half sincere apology from him that he didn't mean to make me feel cheap.

To me, that wasn't good enough, but I told him it was, simply so I could segue into asking him to come clean with me. Did he have a physical issue? He has an attitude which was why I delivered my ultimatum. He had one week to either make an appointment for us to see his healer or to see a marriage counsellor. That had sent him into self-righteous indignation and another argument. In the end, I simply stuck with what we were talking about in a week.

I was pulled from my thoughts by watching Harry begin trekking the way to the beach. It was customary for him to visit every year since it had happened. The memorial of Dobby was undisturbed and was still the same way as it had been when he was first buried just across the Shell Cottage. Earlier, all three of the 'Golden Trio' used to visit and pay their tributes to the house-elf that had sacrificed his life for them but that reduced to just Harry since his very nasty breakup with my sister-in-law almost two years ago. Harry had changed a lot during and after the war, and unfortunately, he could not cope with Ginny and her ever-increasing greed for fame and social influence. It was honestly a shame that none of the Weasleys who had survived the war, apart from the twins, understood Harry's point of view. Percy couldn't care less about what happened, Charlie stayed in Romania, and Arthur and Molly died fighting in the war. For the Weasleys, Harry was someone who had led their precious little sister on. But out of all, Hermione was the one who disappointed me the most. There were obvious cracks in her relationship with Harry, most of them stemming from the fact that Harry had declined to endorse several of her ideas which he didn't agree with. But for her to completely disregard Harry's viewpoint and take the side of her husband's family was what hurt Harry the most. Although I was related to Ginny by marriage, I had always thought that Harry could do much better than be with someone like her.

"Merde," I whispered watching him bend down to pick something, which gave me a clear view of his ass.

This was getting ridiculous, I felt like a person on a diet being forced to stare at a mountain of ice cream.

"Why the hell is he here?" William demanded, snapping me out of my daydream.

I quickly dropped the blind, hoping William hadn't seen me looking. I had no worries; he had gone over and picked his wand up from where it was resting on the table.

"It's that day." I told him, "He's come to pay respects to Dobby."

"Yeah yeah, pretentious little shit. Eight..." He looked at his watch, "Shit! I was supposed to be at work before seven, why'd you let me sleep?"

"Because you didn't say you were working." I shrugged, inwardly fuming at his pathetic comment, as well as his lack of respect. "In fact, I thought you told me on Thursday that you weren't."

"Yeah, well things changed." He said, "I... I have to get going, I'll tell them you forgot to wake me up."

"Of course." I rolled my eyes, "They'll understand that, a thirty-year-old guy who needs his wifey to wake him up." He scowled and unable to help it, I threw in, "I'd say tell them your wife was all over you this morning and wouldn't let you leave, but that would really be a lie."

"Maybe if my wife wasn't all over me about being all over her, I would be." He retorted as he turned away. "I'm going to shower and get going; don't bother to make me anything, I'll..."

"No worries, I wasn't going to," I said, simply staring stoically at him.

"Whatever. I'll probably..."

"Be late, I know," I said bluntly.

"Right," He said simply and headed off to the bathroom.

The smile left my face. I was lashing out at him because when he spoke, he pissed me off, it was like he wasn't himself anymore. But when I thought about it, I realised that I wasn't angry, rather I was upset. I had no real hope he would go to counselling and wondered what I would do when he wouldn't. I prepared to apparate out to join Harry at the memorial site when I suddenly remembered something.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, hopping out of the chair.

I'd forgotten to change into my proper attire. I was only wearing my black robe with just panties underneath and couldn't go out like this. I quickly ran into the bedroom and as I removed the robe, I felt a pang of sadness thinking about that time, long ago, when just seeing me in this robe would get William going.

Now all William did was get going, out the door. Tossing the robe on the bed I slipped on a pair of red leggings and grabbed a white lace bra I'd bought recently and pulled it down over my tits, watching them juggle and fill the fabric. I put on a white top over and headed out of the room. I quickly put my slippers on and went through the door, breathing a sigh when I saw Harry steadily walking towards Dobby's resting place several metres away.

I twisted on the spot and apparated away, appearing right behind Harry who turned abruptly and drew his wand out.

"Oh, sorry Fleur," He put his wand away.

"No, it's alright, Harry," I walked ahead to join him as he turned to resume his journey.

I paused to take in the back of his broad shoulders and muscular back and sighed. I had no doubt that Harry could do damn well with the girls and scowled at the thought of that magnificent body being wasted on some pretty young thing who was naïve enough to think sex was always going to be that good.

"You coming, Fleur?" He had stopped a few metres ahead, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Oh yes, let's go," I joined him as we walked to where Dobby was laid to rest.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf

A true friend, budded on earth, to bloom in heaven

I watched as Harry squatted down in front of the tomb and pulled out a few mismatched socks from his moleskin pouch, scattering them all around the grave.

"Thank you, my friend... You're eternally free now. I hope you have found peace in the afterlife which you did not have in this plane," Harry murmured, as he shed a few tears in the memory of his brave, selfless friend. Minutes that seemed to feel like hours passed and I couldn't help but shed a few tears of my own as I put one hand on his shoulder in silent support. It seemed to snap him out of his reverie and he slowly stood up. I held out a white handkerchief to him, which he took with a smile and wiped his tears away.

"Thanks, Fleur," He returned the handkerchief as I hugged him close, whispering condolences into his ears. He nodded and parted from me, smiling.

"Care to come in for some iced tea, Harry?", I asked. He simply nodded as we started walking back in silence.

We reached the cottage and I turned to Harry to find him looking at my flower bushes.

"They've grown even more beautiful," he complimented. I looked him in the eyes and smiled, thanking him.

"Although the support stem needs some fixing, I think," He pointed to the small piece of wood that held the bush upright.

Tearing my eyes from Harry, I walked over to the bushes I'd planted the flowers in between and getting down on my knees, I reached behind them where I had left the pieces of small woods. I pulled them out along with the trowel and after digging a small trench started sticking the pieces back in. As always when I worked in the yard, my worries faded away. I lost track of everything but the feeling of the cool moist dirt beneath my fingers.

I was just starting to fill the dirt back in around the stem when I had the feeling of being watched. I looked over my shoulder to see Harry standing not five feet behind me, his eyes glued to my back. I quickly turned my head back to the fence and feeling mischievous, and more than a little thrilled that he was looking, slowly began swaying my ass back and forth as I finished patting the dirt down. I bent over further, pointing my ass higher and looking back, I saw Harry shaking his head, his eyes deliberately pointed towards the sky.

Sitting up, I turned around and asked, "Harry! Were you looking at my ass?"

"U-uh," He said in surprise, "I... uh," his stammering turned into one of his perfect lady killer smiles, "Yeah I was."

I laughed, "Still so honest."

"Would be something wrong with me if I wasn't" he gave a low whistle, "I stand by my old assessment. You have a really nice ass."

"Okay, Casanova," I said sitting up higher on my knees, "Behave, I'm a married woman."

"Heard that one before," he winked.

"Yeah, where, the pubs you hang out in?"

I had to hold back a smile when his faded. Harry might like playing the stud and flirting a bit, but in reality, I knew he wasn't like that. He had had only a couple of girlfriends in his life, including Ginny, but he certainly wasn't servicing the desperate housewives of Magical Britain.

"You know I was kidding. Besides, there are no worthy women around." He came back with.

"Worthy women?" I cocked my head.

"Yeah, you know, like you. The girls I've met have been mostly nice, but..."

"Oh, and I'm not?"

"No, I... That's not what I..."

I couldn't hold back anymore and as I smiled at him, he laughed and shook his head.

"Look, I'm trying, okay?"

"You'll get better when you," I winked, "Find the one."

"Do you know one?"

"Well, there's always Ginny." I mockingly said.

"Ugh." He gave a mock shudder.

I shrugged and looking up at the sun, Harry said, "Damn it's hot out."

He wiped at his forehead, then grabbing the top of his shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons from the top. Oh, Merde, I thought. Nevertheless, I found myself staring at his chiselled tanned chest that was now visible in between and felt my heart begin to beat faster. While my eyes devoured his body, I noticed a drop of sweat running down the middle of his chest and had the desire to lean forward and lick it off of him. I wondered what the rest of him would look all sweaty like that. Even better would be the thought of me getting him that way. Hell, William couldn't last long enough to get me to sweat anymore.

I lowered my gaze and realized immediately that was a bad move.

My face was just about level with his crotch and not for the first time I wondered if he stuffed his pants. They were tight and I found myself staring at one hell of a bulge. I knew I should look away, but my eyes lingered and the thought that I was on my knees in front of him caused a warm feeling between my legs. I imagined, unzipping him and pulling out that hard cock, of giving him a blow job that would make his eyes roll. I'd be so much better than his ex-girlfriend and he was certainly better than...

I closed my eyes and told myself to stop. Using Harry for a little nighttime motivation was one thing, in person was another. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him smiling down at me. In an instant, I knew he was thinking the same exact thing and another wave of forbidden heat flowed through me. I noticed his eyes lingering below my face and glanced down to see my large breasts heaving inside the loose top I'd been wearing. I suddenly realised that the angle was perfect for him to see my bra covered breasts in all their glory, the valley of my boobs clearly visible to him. If he saw anything forbidden, he certainly didn't show it. I quickly stood up; brushing some of the dirt from my knees and straightened.

"Now what are you looking at?" I asked.

"Sorry Fleur," Harry shrugged. He was smirking when he said it and his emerald eyes were staring straight into mine.

"Sorry that you were looking or sorry you were caught?" I asked.

"Neither really." He laughed, "Are you sorry I was looking?"

Be careful Fleur. "It's very flattering," I told him. "Nice looking guy like you checking out a married lady like me. Makes me feel I'm not so bad."

"Ask me, Fleur. You're the best." He winked.

"Now Harry," I said shaking my head, "Would you really want to be with a married woman?"

"If she'd let me."

"Well, you'll have to keep looking for someone willing then," I said, crossing my arms over my tits. My nipples were so hard they were aching.

"Guess so." he shrugged. "I'm only kidding though. And I really think you're beautiful, so you should never have second thoughts about yourself."

"Well, it's not getting any cooler so why don't we head inside?"

"Sure," He gave me a bow. "Lead the way, Madamoiselle."

I laughed at him and he gave me a huge smile, but not that fake pretty one, this one was genuine and even more attractive because of it.

"Potter," William's voice called out to our left. "Are you here to go about your so-called tribute or to hit on my wife?"

We both turned to see William, dressed in a shirt and black pants coming towards us, with his robes in his hands. Besides his words, something else caught my attention. 'Since when did he start dressing up to work on a Saturday?'

"What's the matter with you?" I asked.

"Oh, please! I've been looking out the window for the last minute watching you two making eyes at each other."

"We were just talking, William," Harry said calmly.

"Oh yeah?" he pointed down at my legs, "That's why her knees are dirty?"

"William!" I exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I knew I'd been flirting and not minding that Harry was doing the same as well like we used to do in the past, and maybe that wasn't quite right, but that comment stunned me.

"Me? I'm not the one standing here dressed like a slut in front of another man."

"I am not dressed like..."

"You're wearing a top with your fucking bra strap on display and you probably had to pry your ass into those leggings, that's how tight they are. What're you trying to do, go back into his arms like old times?"

"William," Harry began. "We...weren't doing anything, really."

"Don't say anything, Harry," I told him. "He's being an asshole."

William shook his head, "Yeah, my wife's half-dressed like a whore with dirty knees in front of another man in heat and..."

"Hey, that's enough, William!" Harry said angrily.

"I didn't do anything when you led my sister on, but you won't live to see another day if you keep fucking around with married women," William pointed at him.

"Are you threatening me?" Harry's eyes widened and he took a step towards William.

"I'm warning you, Potter," William said, "You can get in a lot of trouble fooling with someone's wife."

"Shut up William," I said getting between them. "You want to be a prick to me, fine. Don't start on him."

"Aw, how sweet, protecting your little old fling." William gave me a nasty smirk. "You're acting like his protective slut. Then again, you're experienced enough to be."

Looking at William, gut hanging over his waist and knowing his idea of exercise these days was lifting the wand, I bit back the remark that it wasn't Harry who needed protecting even if they went at it like muggles. Not counting the fact that Harry was the most powerful wizard in Magical Europe. William had no chance. Ignoring his latest taunt, I tried to stop him from getting his ass handed to him.

"William..."

"Which is what makes you really pathetic, Fleur." He continued, "A married woman like you, out here trying to show off to a guy like him." he laughed, "Desperate housewife."

"You son of a bitch." That was it, I'd had it. "Maybe I wouldn't be des..."

"Whatever," William waved his hand at me, "You're right. Nothing's going on. No way a guy like that would want a used-up slut like you."

"Hey!" Harry snapped behind me, causing me to jump. "How dare you talk to Fleur like that!"

"Please, Potter, what do you know about her?" William shook his head at him. "You might've gotten your dick wet with her cunt in the past and that's all you think with. You get older, you learn to show them their place."

"My place?" I repeated numbly, who the hell was this guy?

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Harry snapped.

Harry stepped around me and stepped up to William, "You got a real big mouth, Bill. Assholes like you always do." He put his arms out, "What you got to say to me, old man?"

"Old man?" William asked, his eyes widening.

"She's only two years my senior, you're ten." Harry made a show of looking William up and down, "Or in the shape that you're in, maybe fifty."

What the hell was this, school? I went to step between them again when William laughed and pointed at me, "Bet this is getting you hot, isn't it Fleur? Your little ex-fuckbuddy sticking up for you."

"I'm sticking up for her because she's much better than you deserve," Harry told him heatedly.

"And what does she deserve Potter? A rich and famous guy like you? Who'll lie to her and tell her she's worth anything, so she'll get on her knees and suck your cock out of gratitude?"

"My God, William," I said softly.

As bad as his words were, the look on his face was even worse. William was staring at me with nothing short of disdain. What had I done to deserve this? As it had the other night, the feelings of hurt and humiliation overwhelmed my anger and I found myself standing there like the pathetic victim he was treating me as.

"Merlin," Harry said, and turning to me, asked, "Why the hell are you with..."

"Because she knows I'm right." William said, then putting his finger in Harry's chest, raised his voice, "Now get your sorry ass out of my yard and if I see you near my wife again, I'll kick your ass, got it?"

Harry looked like he was going to continue, but I shook my head and with a disgusted grunt, he said, "Whatever, William. The only thing you could beat me at would be a race to a buffet, but I'll leave out of respect for your wife and your late parents."

"At least someone respects me," I said quietly.

"Try earning it and maybe I will."

Without another word, William turned around and walked across the yard to the end of the ward line and apparated away. I stood there fighting back the tears so I wouldn't feel even more pathetic. Harry was quiet as well and after a moment sighed and started to walk away.

"Harry, stop," I reached out and grabbed his arm.

When he turned to look at me, I got control of myself and said quietly. "I... I'm so sorry. I don't know..."

"No, Fleur," Harry interrupted, putting his hands on my upper arms, "I'm sorry. Sorry, that you feel like you have to put up with that piece of shit."

I stared into his eyes and realized that here he was, a man who I could've been with, telling me I shouldn't be dealing with this. If that didn't tell me something about how bad things had gotten... Still, I found I was trying to stick up for William.

"He's...he's not really like that, Harry."

"Yeah? Must be a quick learner because he's damn good at it. Look, Fleur, I know it's your life and all but I care about you too much to not tell you that you don't deserve this shit."

"Thanks, Harry."

He started to walk away again, then turning back to me, sighed, "Fleur, do you know why Severus Snape became the way he was?"

"I never asked." I had heard that he was not a pleasant man, but more than that, I hadn't known anything about him. However, I'd heard that there had been trouble at his house in his childhood.

"Because his piece of shit father had been treating his mother the way William just treated you for his entire childhood."

"Look Harry, William's not a bad guy. He's..."

"None of them are." Harry waved his hand at me. "And his mother defending his sorry ass is why he finally snapped and left. Between his shit and her thinking she had to take it, he couldn't stand it anymore. He left before he killed his father."

"I... I'm sorry to hear that, Harry."

"And I'm sorry to see you've become just like his mother. Knowing you deserve better, but making excuses."

Again, hearing Harry talk like this hit me hard. Harry went on, "Hell, he had made her feel so bad for so long, she blamed herself for it. 'I must be worthless and I'm glad he puts up with me.'"

He stopped speaking, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wiped at his face and I saw his hand was trembling.

"Since I came to know about it, I hate men like him. I really do, fucking big shots when it's women they're yelling at. I'd love to get a chance to straighten a guy like him out. Better yet, I like to see their women smarten up and go find someone to take care of them. Then shove it in their face that they finally found a real man, one that doesn't have to act like that."

He exhaled loudly then said, "Well I guess I need to shut up now. You don't need to hear this crap. I'm going to go and don't worry about that tea."

"I'm sorry this upset you, Harry." I gave him the best smile I could come up with and reaching out to touch his cheek said, "All the things you said are very sweet. It's good you see women shouldn't be treated that way."

"Too bad they didn't see it that way." He looked down away and said, "Fleur, can I ask..."

"Yes," I replied before he could finish asking.

"Uh...okay, Fleur, do you like being humiliated? He just called you a whore in front of me. How can you be okay with that?"

"I'm a big girl Harry. I'll decide what I will or won't take." I said with a tone, even though I knew I should be asking myself that same question.

"Sorry, I guess I should mind my own business." He nodded, "I just know you're way too nice to be with an asshole like that."

"He's not an asshole," I lied, again defending the indefensible, "He's going through a tough time and he'll change."

"Yeah," Harry said, turning away from me. "Snape's mother said the same thing, years ago."

To be continued...