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Chapter 2

Harry stumbled back to Gryffindor Tower in a daze. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He just had some sexy-time with the most desirable girl in school! Not only that, but she said that they were going to do more stuff the following night! Naturally, Harry was on cloud nine. He was skipping down the pathway back to the castle and twirling around like he was in a movie. At one point, he may have jumped up and clicked his heels together. Feeling like an idiot, he quickly threw his cloak back over him so as to not get caught. Luckily he did, because only a few seconds later Filch opened the castle door to let his dumb cat out. Taking the opportunity, Harry quietly crept past him and snuck by.

The journey back to the common room was less exciting. His mind was still in the clouds when he opened the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Harry!" a quiet hiss made him jump. "Take off your cloak. I know you're there!"

He looked around until he found Hermione waiting by the side of the portrait hole. He pulled off his invisibility cloak and faced the annoyed bookworm. "How's it going, Hermione?" he said, trying his best to act casual.

Hermione snorted, "Don't be coy with me. Where were you sneaking around to?" she asked, her hands on her hips. She had her hip cocked to the side, showing off her blossoming body. Harry hadn't really noticed at first. Hermione was becoming quite beautiful. She always had a cute face, but now that some of the baby fat was melting away, he could see that she was lovely. Her cute, little button nose was straight and perfect, and she had plump, kissable lips that looked moist and inviting. Her eyes were large and doe-like with a beautiful chocolate-brown color. Her body was fit from what he had seen of her recently, but he couldn't be sure. Hermione wasn't exactly the type of girl to show off her body. Having recently gotten her teeth shrank, the only non-sexy thing about her was her wild mane of hair. Even that wasn't so bad. It kind of fit his perception of her, like it wouldn't really be Hermione without a thick bush of brown hair.

"Places," he said, tucking away his cloak and moving further into the common room. Hermione was hot on his heels.

"What places?" She didn't give up. Hermione could certainly be stubborn when she wanted to know something. He already knew that if he didn't tell her the truth or a believable lie, then she would hound him until the end of his days. Or maybe she would kill him, and his end of days would come sooner than he expected.

Harry sighed and told her the truth. Hermione was good at spotting lies, and Harry was a terrible liar.

"I was meeting someone," he simply told her, hoping that she wouldn't ask any more questions. That was kind of dumb as this was Hermione that he was dealing with. Questions were her bread and butter.

"Who exactly were you meeting at this time of the evening?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry huffed. The girl was relentless. "Fleur."

Hermione was confused for a second before her eyes widened. "Fleur Delacour … the Beauxbaton Champion?" she asked, sounding a little disbelieving.

"Yeah. I was with her over at the Beauxbaton carriage," he said, sitting on a comfortable sofa by the crackling fire. Hermione followed suit and sat next to him, their legs nearly touching.

"How come you were in the carriage? And why did you have to meet this late at night?" She was confused. While Harry meeting up with the French champion might be a bit strange, it certainly wasn't out of the realm of possibility. There was no reason to meet this late when they could have met up at some point during the day. She already knew that Fleur didn't really care what people thought of her. The way she went around complaining about the castle, the food, and the weather turned quite a few people off. Mostly girls, but still. She wouldn't mind being seen with Harry, and Hermione knew that he wouldn't mind being seen with her. So why were they holding their secret rendezvous this late at night?

"She chose the time and invited me inside. She wanted to thank me for helping with the second task," he said, his face beginning to heat up.

Hermione saw his red cheeks and continued to needle him. "Thank you?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, blushing.

"And how did she thank you?" she pushed further.

Harry's face was bright red. Clearly, he was embarrassed. "You can't tell anyone, Hermione. You promise?" he asked seriously.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I won't tell anyone. Now spill?" she said, scooting closer. They were now rubbing thighs. She wanted to hear some juicy gossip. Just because she loved studying didn't mean that she didn't enjoy the latest news. She tried not to show it, otherwise the Gossip of Gryffindor, Lavender Brown would never give her a moment of peace. She did, however, listen to her when she told Parvati of all the scandalous things she heard through the local grapevine.

"Well …," Harry found it difficult to talk about. It wasn't like bragging to your mates. Hermione was a girl. Guys didn't really talk to their female friends about this kind of stuff.

"C'mon!" she egged him on.

Harry took a deep breath. "As a thank you, she's been teaching me how to make a girl feel … good, I guess you could say," he told her, blushing up a storm.

Hermione's face began heating up as well. "You mean … like, sex?" Harry didn't say anything, he just nodded. "Wow!" she whispered. "So umm … how is it?"

"It's brilliant," he said, embarrassed to be talking to her about this stuff. "We haven't had actually sex yet, but she said our lessons would continue tomorrow night."

"No sex yet? Well, what did you both do?" she asked, trying not to show her excitement. She always wanted to ask about sex but was too embarrassed to ask the girls in her dorm.

"Our first lesson, she taught me how to kiss properly," he said, looking at Hermione's eager face. It seemed all girls loved gossip, no matter how intellectual they were. He couldn't blame her. Most people enjoyed a juicy piece of gossip.

"So how was it?" she asked keenly.

"It was great," he said with a dopey smile, remembering his first lesson. "She's a brilliant kisser."

"I'll bet," Hermione added. "She is a Veela after all. I've read that they are more in-tuned with sexuality than normal people. I don't know if that's a load of rubbish or not though. The author of the book didn't seem very bright."

"I don't know about that. You'd have to ask her. Anyway, our second lesson, she taught me how to play with her breasts," he told her, pink-cheeked.

"Really? That's good. From what I've heard, teenage boys just start squeezing. It's not very good for the girl," she said, encouraging him to keep talking.

"Probably. I would have done the same if she didn't show me. She also let me touch her down there," he indicated where with a nod of his head. Hermione's cheeks reddened.

"Did she enjoy it?" she didn't know what else to ask.

"It seemed like it. She was wiggling around and moaned a lot. Then I asked to lick her down there," Harry added, earning a gasp from Hermione.

"Did she let you?" Harry nodded. "Did you like it?"

"I did. I really liked making her feel good," he confessed. He loved hearing her moans and watching her writhe around in pleasure.

Hermione's breathing increased the more she heard. All this talk of sex was making her a little wet. "Was that all you did?"

He shook his head. "I put my fingers inside of her while I licked her. She really enjoyed that. She had a big orgasm when I did it," Harry explained to a very horny Hermione. "After that, she sucked on me until I had one too," he finished his story. "Then she said that our next lesson would be tomorrow night."

Hermione didn't even speak. She just stared off into the distance with a heavy blush on her face. Harry waved his hand in front of her face. "Earth to Hermione," he teased. She smacked his hand out of the way.

"That sounds … fun," she squeaked out.

"It was," he confirmed.

Hermione was trying not to rub her thighs together as she sighed. "Sometimes I wish that I had someone to teach me this stuff," she confessed. She may be a bookworm, but she was still a young woman with wants and needs.

"I'd teach you," Harry blurted out, his face turning beet-red. "Umm … I mean … "

"You would?" Hermione asked, embarrassed, and a little shocked. Harry didn't say anything for a moment until he nodded his head. Her face heated up to match his. She leaned in and kissed him. He seemed shocked at first but quickly took control. After a minute, she broke the kiss to clarify something.

"I'm not ready to go all the way yet," she told him. "How about you teach me to kiss, and I'll let you know when it's okay to go further?" she asked hopefully.

"That sounds good," he happily agreed, capturing her plump lips once more. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck as he instructed her for the next few hours.

Lessons With Fleur

Harry took a breath to calm himself down. It was time for their next meeting, and he wanted to get there at a cool and orderly pace. He had to stop himself from sprinting to the carriage like a wanton lunatic. He had already told Hermione he was leaving so she helped him by opening up the portrait door while he was under his invisibility cloak.

He sneakily made his way out of the castle and down the path to the light blue carriage. The French thought the carriage looked elegant. He thought it looked like a piece of crap! Like a lot of things though, it was what was on the inside that counts. Inside was a sexy Veela waiting to please him! It took around twenty minutes to go from the common room to the carriage. Thankfully he had arrived on time. He was waiting under her window for a few minutes when he heard it open. " 'Arry? Are you there?" Fleur whispered out.

Harry took off his cloak and reappeared under her window. "Yeah! I'm here," he called out quietly. She helped him climb up her window and back into her room. Once inside, he got a good look at the sexy blonde. She was wearing only a thick, fluffy bathrobe that night. He was dying to see what she had on underneath. It turned out that it wasn't much, or rather anything! She stood up and dropped the robe. His nose nearly bled at the sight of her gloriously nude body. He could be with her for a hundred years and never tire of looking at such a fine specimen of womanhood. Ridding himself of his sudden stupidity, he shook it off and wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled at the way he acted but allowed him to kiss her hello. The short kiss soon turned into something longer.

A few minutes later, Harry was lying on top of her naked, sucking on her lip as his hand groped her breast just like she taught him.

"Mmm, 'Arry," she moaned. "You remembered my lesson. Ca c'est bon."

Harry moved on to her slender neck. She mewled as he kissed and nipped at her delicate skin, running her fingers through his messy, black hair. She closed her eyes as his kisses continued southward, over her hardened nipples, and down her taut belly. She bit her lip trying not to cry out when he explored her belly-button with his tongue. Fleur was desperate and placed her hand on the top of his head and pushed it lower. She wanted his tongue in other places! Taking the not-so-subtle hint, he continued kissing her lower until his lips peppered her bald mound.

"Enough teasing!" she groaned, grinding her wet gash against his wandering lips. She wasn't satisfied until he suckled at her swollen clit. She whimpered in pleasure as he slid two fingers in her needy cunt. It took him a few moments to find her spot again, but soon was finger fucking her like a pro. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, and her heady scent filled the small room. The wet resonation of his fingers violating her was music to her ears. She was waiting for this all day long! She reached over and took him in hand. She hummed in satisfaction while her hand worked his cock expertly. He was rock-hard and ready for the next step in her "lesson plan".

"Now we move on to the next lesson, 'Arry," she said, pulling her clit from his mouth. She kept her legs apart and rubbed her leaking pussy. "You must learn to make love to a woman," she mewled, wiggling around in anticipation. She used her fingers to spread her perfect lips apart exposing the loveliest shade of pink. "Penetrate me 'Arry and become a man," she moaned, rubbing her clit.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He settled between her creamy, white thighs and ran his hands up their length. Her gorgeous legs were silky smooth, just like the rest of her perfect body. He placed the head of his cock up against her damp opening and rubbed the tip around, gathering her wetness. Pressing against her, it took a few tries but eventually slid inside. His mental powers were put to the test right away. He breathed out a shuddering breath as he kept himself from cumming right away. It would have been difficult with a normal girl, but with a sex-kitten like Fleur, it was almost impossible. He closed his eyes and pushed forward.

The intense pleasure was agony. It felt like a lifetime that he was sinking into her velvety tunnel. Her slick walls gripped him every step of the way! It felt like she was made for him! He tried to think of something else so he didn't cum. He wanted this moment to last! A few seconds later he was able to calm himself, and he began thrusting slowly.

Fleur was moaning lightly. He was large for his age and stretched her wonderfully. Perhaps she could try him again when he finished growing.

"Play with my clit, 'Arry," she groaned when he hit a good spot in her. "And keep hitting that spot, mon amour," she moaned out.

Harry, being desperate to please her, gathered some of her juices on his thumb and used it as a lubricant to rub her hardened nub. He made sure to hit that spot that she liked as much as possible. She helped him by rearranging her body to make it easier to reach. Soon, one of her legs was spread and the other was resting on his shoulder. Her back was arched as she showed off her magnificent chest. She squeezed her breasts and pulled at her hard nipples while Harry fucked her over and over. Through her lust-filled haze, she thought that he was doing a good job of holding back his orgasm. She expected it to happen almost instantly!

His thumb was repeatedly flicking her aching clit as he thrust hard into her. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer! He needed to make her feel good. He was so desperate that his magic acted on its own and channeled pure pleasure directly into her clit!

Fleur's eyes widened at the sudden, intense pleasure. " 'ARRY!" she yelled out, squirting around his thrusting cock.

Her pussy clamped down on him hard, and that was all he needed to coax a massive orgasm from the devirginized young man. "Ohhhhhh fuck," he groaned, not even thinking about pulling out. Spurt after spurt of thick cum squirted inside of her, coating her slick tunnel and painting her insides.

Fleur was flailing about, unable to control her movements as the largest orgasm of her life continued to maul her young body. She was squeaking as she felt Harry spill his seed inside of her. She didn't care at the moment. All she cared about was getting the pleasure to stop. It was too much! Harry stopped thrusting, and a few moments later her orgasm calmed. He was hugging her leg to him and kissing the arch of her dainty foot. She crooned in satisfied pleasure as his lips tickled her foot, and his hands rubbed her smooth leg. His playing with her silken skin had an unintended consequence, however. Her sexy body was making him hard again. Her eyes widened when she felt him grow inside of her once more.

"Shall we continue the lesson?" he asked lustily as he started fucking her again.

" 'ARRY!" she cried out as her orgasm started up again.

Harry had gone from student to master.

Ca c'est bon - that is good