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:

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."

"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."

Treachery.

Friday, one week later...

Fleur POV

The sound of a throat clearing behind me caused me to snap my head up and I saw the elevator had reached my destination. I nodded to whoever was behind me in apology and made my way out into the lobby. I rubbed at my tired eyes and swore that I would give in and take a couple of dreamless sleep potions my healer had prescribed for me when I had gone to see her this past Tuesday. I'd just gone for a checkup, but after noticing the bags beneath my red-rimmed eyes, Healer Andromeda had begun asking me why I hadn't been sleeping.

I'd said stress, and then when pressed, confessed that things weren't going well at home and that I wasn't sleeping properly. She'd given me the potions and as was the norm, cautioned about overdose, but I had resisted taking them. Seeing, however, that I had just dozed off standing in an elevator, I figured that I didn't have much of a choice now. I'd also nodded off at work twice today. My supervisor was none too pleased with my behaviour and had told me in no uncertain terms that one more infraction would lead to my suspension and possible termination of my employment at Gringotts. The fact was that it seemed I could sleep anywhere but at home these days. The fact that after Saturday night I had been alone in the bed didn't help either.

William hadn't come home until after six on Saturday evening and when he did, we had immediately gotten into it. I yelled at him for the way he'd spoken to Harry and me in front of him, and he seemed to see no problem with it. Eventually, he said that I was just embarrassed because he showed Harry that I was nothing more than a pathetic girl with whom he had had a history once. I was just a married woman now, despite being only 23, and with that nasty smirk he'd been displaying more and more, added 'used up'. I'd told him that if he felt I was that nasty, he didn't have to sleep with me and he'd almost gladly begun to sleep in the guest room.

When Monday came, I confronted William when he'd finally gotten home from work at seven and he told me that he had no desire to talk about 'my problems' with him. We'd fought again and I wanted to kick myself when I burst out in tears and asked him why he didn't want me anymore. In the past, my tears had never failed to move William even if I was in the wrong. Monday however, all I got was an eye roll and him walking away calling me a drama queen.

The last three days had been like living a bad dream. William got up and left before I even got up and was coming home later and later. When he did show up, he barely grunted at me and went into the guest room. At least work had given me something to do but now that it was Friday, I would be stuck home with my thoughts all weekend. I had considered calling Tonks and spending the weekend with her, but then there would be questions and I wasn't ready to answer those yet.

I apparated to Diagon Alley with the sad thought of how much longer would Shell Cottage be our home. I walked forward and was about to enter Gringotts when I heard my name called. I turned around to see Harry sitting on the chair in the front lounge of Florian Fortescue's ice cream parlour. He stood when he saw me look at him, but didn't come towards me. I walked over to where he was standing and wondered what he was doing here. When I got up close, I could see he looked upset.

"Hey, Fleur," he said softly. "Can I talk to you?"

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Listen, I...I have to show you something."

"What is it?" I asked, feeling my stomach tighten, I didn't like the look on his face at all.

"Well, uh, I know it's none of my business anymore," he grunted, "We kind of established that last time we talked, but anyway, I went to Shell Cottage to... to sort things out between us. I thought you'd be home and it'd be okay if we could talk and clear the air and well..."

He paused and my nerves got the better of me. I snapped, "Spit it out, Harry. We shouldn't even be here together. I've got enough problems."

"Yeah well, you got one more." He said softly. "When I reached there and saw nobody was home, I made to apparate out but then I saw William apparate in and... well he wasn't alone."

I stared at him and heard Tonks's voice in my mind. "No, it couldn't be," As that thought went through my head, I began shaking it back and forth.

"I'm not making it up, Fleur."

"No," I told him, pointing at him. "You're just saying that because you think he's an asshole."

"He is," Harry shrugged, "But seriously I..."

"Or maybe you do want to fuck me again and want me mad at him!" I snapped, "I... I know things are bad, but William would never..."

I trailed off as Harry sat down on the chair after pulling one out for me and guiding me into it. He waved his hand and I felt the privacy wards go up around us and reaching into his moleskin pouch, he removed a portable legal pensieve and set it on the table in front of us. The moment I saw that pensieve, my apprehension began to rise. Legal pensieves were enchanted to verify the memories so that tampered or planted memories were automatically rejected. This made it clear that whatever Harry was about to show me was authentic.

"I knew you'd say that," He said as he set up the pensieve. "The moment I saw him, I disillusioned myself and hid behind your flower bed. As soon as I saw him and his little friend go inside, I... ran into your yard and looked into your bedroom window," he grunted, "Asshole is so stupid he didn't even pull the blinds down."

"You..." I swallowed hard as I slowly exhaled and sat properly. "saw something?"

"I did."

He touched the tip of his wand to his temple and pulled a thin silvery strand of memory out.

"Fleur, you know I care for you and don't want to see you hurt, but it wouldn't be fair for you not to see this. For what it matters, I'm sorry."

He tapped his finger to activate the runes on the pensieve and poured the memory strand in. I told myself, 'This was a sick prank, there wouldn't be anything there, or it was just a friend from work William had brought home' and...

The scene came to life the moment I put my head inside and here before my eyes was everything, laid bare, quite literally.

William was lying naked on his back with a brunette wearing red lingerie between his legs. Her head was bobbing rapidly up and down and William was playing with her curly hair, moaning, "Goddamn you can suck cock, Romilda."

"Oh my God!" I cried out, my hands going to my face.

'Romilda' sat up between his legs and tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, laughed, "Damn straight I can, I bet I'm a lot better than your half-breed of a wife!"

To her, I was a half breed. I could see this little girl couldn't have been more than nineteen if that.

"Yeah, that half breed would need a map to find her desire these days," William replied as he sat up and grabbed her bra covered tits. "She hasn't put out in forever."

"Liar!" I snapped irrationally at the memory.

Harry silently stood next to me.

"That's okay!" Romilda laughed in the memory, as she reached around and removed her bra, "That's what I'm here for!"

She whipped her bra off exposing a pair of very large and depressingly firm looking, obviously enhanced, fake breasts. "And you like me better anyway, don't you baby?"

"Hell yeah!" William laughed once again fondling her now bare tits, "Shit, she's got tits like a little girl!"

"No, no, no." I moaned, shaking my head.

My stomach felt as if someone had kicked me and the tears came flowing down my cheeks.

"Not like this girl!" Romilda laughed. "This girl's nubile and smooth and tight, aren't I baby?"

"Let's see how tight!"

Grabbing her shoulders, William pushed her face down on the bed. Laughing, Romilda drew her knees up beneath her and pointed her ass in the air. William, with the first hard-on I'd seen him have in almost a year now, knelt behind her, grabbed her hips and started fucking her. I wanted to look away, but I really couldn't. I felt like a person gawking at a horrific accident. Sickened, yet at the same time, unable to tear my gaze from the sight of my husband of three years fucking this girl in...

"Ohhh, you bad boy!" Romilda cried out, "Fucking me in your wife's bed!"

"Someone has to fuck me in my bed." He grunted as he continued to slam into her round little ass.

My already sore eyes were burning and even with Harry next to me, the tears were flowing freely down my cheeks.

"Better wash these sheets, because I'm going to cum all over her pillow," Romilda giggled, "Like I did last time!"

I became aware of a high-pitched whining sound and realized it was coming from me. I could feel a sob rising in my throat and tried to fight it. I lost the battle and as I watched, William reached out and began pulling on her hair. I released a loud pathetic whimper followed by a gut-wrenching sob.

"Merlin, I'm sorry, Fleur," Harry whispered sadly.

As he spoke, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and with his other hand, started to close the memory.

"Hey!" Romilda called out, "Look at that picture of you and her!"

"Stop," I said softly, reaching out and catching his wrist.

"Fleur, you get the point." Harry said, "I'll give this memory to you and..."

"It's like she's looking at us!" Romilda continued, "Like she's watching you fuck me!" she laughed, and then continued "How do I look fucking your husband?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened them, I felt another feeling beginning to build up within me - pure, unadulterated, unbridled rage.

"Yeah Fleur!" William exclaimed, "How do we look, 'baby'?"

"You... son of a bitch." I whispered as my entire body began to tremble.

"How do I look fucking a real woman, Fleur 'baby'?"

I tried to say something, but I was so angry that the muscles of my throat were constricted. Instead, I sat there shaking violently, still holding Harry's hand in mine. In front of me, William let out an idiotic moan. Whipping his dick out, he came all over his little whore's back.

"What was that, one minute? One-and-a-half?" Harry muttered.

Romilda squealed delightedly then laughed when William picked up my pillow and used it to wipe the cum off her back. He sat back and snuggling up close to him, Romilda asked, "Biiiilll, when are you going to get rid of her so we can be together all the time?"

"I'm trying, Romilda," he told her, his hand idly pinching her nipple. "I've been treating her like shit, but she sticks around. Just the other day I treated her the way one treats a whore from Knockturn and all she did was cry herself to sleep," He laughed, "Probably figures no one else would want her. Hell, Potter might be a real scumbag, but I don't think even he wants her anymore. Fucking used up half-breed bitch."

There was the final confirmation that this was the real William. What little bit of hope I had that this was not William but someone else in polyjuice, got snuffed out in an instant. "You piece of fucking shit!" Reaching out, and moving to throttle the nonexistent pair in the memory, I shouted as I broke down. I felt Harry wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a comforting hug as I started sobbing on his chest.

"I... I can't believe that cunt and in our fucking bed!" I raged as I cried.

I had never been so angry in my life and had to admit that the burning rage welling up inside me felt better than the sadness that had been holding me hostage for the past few months.

"Shhh… Fleur. I'm sorry and..."

"Are you, Harry?" I asked, looking up at him. "I don't think you are."

"I... I'm not sorry you know the truth, but sorry that it hurt." He said quietly. "I couldn't have kept this from you, and you would have never believed anyone." He shrugged, "Also, after the shit that he was slinging the other day and the way he reminds me of all those abusive assholes, I didn't mind getting even with him by telling you. You deserve so much, Fleur. Not this shit."

"Getting even," I repeated softly.

I closed my eyes and envisioned William fucking Romilda, not just fucking her, but in my bed, wiping his cum on my pillow like a sick fucking teenager. Mocking me in every way. "How do we look, 'baby'?" his voice echoed in my head.

"Fleur?"

Ignoring Harry, I let my mind keep spinning, feeding the fire within me. How dare he treat me that way? Fucking some slut while being a deliberate asshole to me, trying to get me to leave. All the while lying to his whore that I didn't want to bother with him, acting like I was some old hag! That prick was turning into a fat slob who didn't care what he looked like and he was acting like I was so terrible to be with? My hands were clenched into fists and I could feel my long nails digging into Harry's chest.

Another image that entered my mind was the last time I'd tried to sleep with him. I'd ended up feeling like a whore with his cum dripping down my face while he put his back to me. A final scene came into my mind, last week - William accusing me of fooling around with Harry. That asshole was cheating on me and was trying to make it look like I was doing something wrong. Speaking of Harry, I had the sudden vision of standing up, taking his hand and leading him into my bed. Taking him and fucking the living shit out of him. Hell, maybe I would take the memory! Send it to William with a note, "How do we look, 'baby'?"

No, that wasn't enough, I wanted more than that! I... I cocked my head as I was struck with the vivid image of...A smile began to spread across my face. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I was feeling pretty fucking scorned. Opening my eyes, I saw Harry looking at me nervously.

"You okay, Fleur?"

"Not yet, but I will be," I reached out and put my hand on his muscular arm. "So, Harry, you want to get even with William?"

"Fleur, I could not care less about that asshole. This was not about me getting even with him, this was about showing you the truth. And I think... I think I've done enough here."

"You did what you had to, but I haven't."

"I think you will though." He grinned, "You show that memory to Ted and then you can drag his ass to the courtroom..."

"Harry, do you want to fuck me?"

"I... what?" he asked, his glowing emerald eyes wide as his grip around me loosened a bit.

"You heard me. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fleur, look I... uh..."

"What is it Harry, you all talk?" I slid my hand from his shoulder and ran my fingers along his cheek. "You get a shot at me again and you're going to turn tail this time? I thought you had bigger balls than that, Mr. Saviour of the World. What? Still that leetle boy, are you Harry?"

"Well," he paused, "It's just that I didn't do this because of that, I..."

"I know you didn't. You're too damn noble for that. Look, Harry, I'm giving you a chance to be with me again. I'm a good-looking woman in her prime who hasn't had good sex in a year and you're my ex who would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't want me back. Oh, don't look at me that way. I've known it for quite some time now. You haven't been on a single date since getting rid of Ginny. What else could be the reason other than the fact that you already wanted someone but couldn't make a move due to whatever reason?"

Harry simply continued to stare at me, completely baffled.

"I don't have all day, Harry. I want you, I've wanted you for so long that I can't explain. And I know you want me. So what do you have to say about that?" I bluntly asked.

"So, you want to...?" he started to smile.

"Damn straight I do," I nodded "And trust me Harry, it's not going to be like old times. You're not going to make love to me or be sweet to me. We'll see about doing that later. I don't want you to be a damn noble Gryffindor, all selfless. You're going to fuck my brains out. I'm going to suck your cock in a way you've never dreamed of and let you have me any way you want me! Any fucking way."

"Damn," He whispered. "I... damn!"

He gasped as I dropped my hand onto his cock and squeezed it through his jeans.

"Damn is right," I said softly. Merde! That wasn't a sock down there. That was a nice big cock that was already growing as I squeezed. He's grown fabulously.

"That's right, Harry, I'm going to be your dirty fucking slut! You're going to fuck me until you can't get it up anymore and then I'll just suck you hard again! You're going to lick my pussy until I cum in your face. How does that sound?"

Instead of replying, he dipped his head down and captured my lips in a toe-curling kiss. I was surprised for a moment but then eagerly reciprocated. He brushed his tongue across my lips and I opened them to grant him unrestricted access. His arms dropped to my firm rear and he cupped my round ass, giving them a nice and firm squeeze and coaxing a wanton moan out of me. I ran my hands through his silky raven hair as he continued kneading my cheeks through my clothes. After a minute of intense making out, he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. Both of us were taking shallow breaths while looking one another in the eyes. The raw emotion swirling in those emerald orbs made my toes curl.

"We should've been together. Merlin, you've no idea how I felt every time I saw you with that asshole. Knowing you belonged with me but unable to do anything." He murmured, looking at me.

"No use thinking about that now." I choked out. "So, are you ready to do it?"

"Now?" He whispered.

"No." I shook my head. "Not tonight. Tomorrow morning."

"Okay, when he goes to work?"

"Nope."

"Then when?"

"We'll talk about that," I told him. "Harry, I'm going to do everything I just said to you and we'll talk about us later as well, but we have to do it my way."

"Your way?"

I nodded, "Yes, my way. I want to pay him back, much more than what he did, and you're going to do exactly what I say."

"Alright."

I paused and began stroking his now erect cock. Even through the jeans, I could feel how hard and thick he was. Damn, I wanted nothing more than to whip it out and suck on it, but not yet.

"So, you going to play along?" I asked then made a show of slowly licking my lips.

"I am." Harry nodded as he kissed me again.

"Good, now let's go. I'll tell you what we're going to do on the way."

The moment we came out of the memory, I stood up and began walking towards the apparition point.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, packing his stuff up and catching up with me.

"Down to that fetish store that just opened in Horizont. We need to pick up some things. Show William his hag of a wife isn't as boring as he likes to say she is."

I got into the spot as Harry caught up with me. He grabbed my elbow as I looked up at him with a smile and whispered, "How do we look, 'baby'?"

The telltale pop of apparition was heard as we went away to begin what was sure to be a new beginning.

To be continued...