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Author's note 1: A Harry/Fleur one-shot taking place during the Yule Ball, after the champions' waltz. Mentions of Greater Good Dumbledore; bad Ron and Hermione. Rated M for implicit sexual content. I apologize for the lack of accents, as that's never been my specialty. Plus, I'm concerned with making the speaking part easier to read.
Harry's Wonderful Crazy Night
Fanfic by Brockster550
Harry Potter, a fourteen-year-old Gryffindor boy, was leaving the Great Hall since the champions' waltz was finished. Despite his disappointment in Cedric Diggory (the true Hogwarts champion of the Triwizard Tournament) beating him in asking Cho Chang to the ball, Harry couldn't bring himself to resent Cedric. After all, Cedric beat him fair and square, and plus Cedric did show what he believed was good sportsmanship when he saw that Harry fell off of his broom due to the demntors' influence by offering a rematch with the Gryffindor team the year before. However, they all declined it by assuring Cedric that he won fair and square (even Oliver Wood admitted it). Remembering being told that, Harry didn't want to hold a grudge against Cedric, since he also knew it would've made him more and more bitter. The raven-haired boy went to the ball with Parvati Patil, a Gryffindor indian girl in his year, while his best mate (or rather his now former best mate) went with Parvati's twin sister Padma (who was in Ravenclaw House). After the champions' waltz concluded, Harry and Parvati parted ways respectfully after she wished to hang out with her best friend, Lavender Brown. It wasn't long after that when Harry spotted Padma storming out of the Great Hall in tears and he saw why. Harry's now former best friends, Ron Weasley (a tall, fiery-red haired boy with blue eyes) and Hermione Granger (a brown-haired girl with bushy hair and chocolate-brown eyes), were having a fight about Hermione going to the Yule Ball with the Durmstrang champion, Viktor Krum.
'Why did I even bother forgiving Ronald so easily?!' thought Harry. 'He was being a total prick and I could see Padma leaving the Great Hall in tears, and that's enough for me to realize that he ignored her. I also realize that Hermione was a bad friend since she was such a hypocrite in telling me and Ron who our dates were and claiming that she hated secrets being kept from her, and yet she did just that. Ron was also being a hypocrite because of his claims that Hermione was fraternizing with the enemy despite his attempt to ask Fleur to the ball and running off without waiting for a response. If they're both gonna continue to bicker and expect me to take sides, then I'm gonna call it quits on my friendship with them for good.'
As Harry continued wandering the corridors, he was silently cursing his rotten luck. It was like some jinx was bound to ruin any good moments for him, which made Harry develop second thoughts about attending Hogwarts due to him being placed in dangerous situations near the end of every year. Since that happened for the third year in a row, Harry felt certain that the same thing was going to happen to him again. Why else would someone submit his name for the tournament against his will and likely use a fake name for a school to ensure that Harry would have no choice but to compete? Right then and there, Harry was even considering withdrawing his admittance from Hogwarts to avoid being placed in any more dangerous situations, or rather being dragged into them against his will. Even if he didn't meet his parents since they were murdered when he was fifteen months old, Harry could still tell that they wouldn't be happy with Dumbledore placing their son in harm's way and allowing him to suffer cruel and unjust treatment.
"Fancy seeing you walk this way, Monsieur Potter!" greeted a somewhat familiar voice.
Harry stopped in his tracks as he snapped back to reality. Then he turned his attention to the source of the voice (which was coming from somewhere to his right) and spotted the Beauxbatons champion sitting on a bench. Fleur Delacour was wearing a set of silver satin dress robes, her chest-length platinum-blonde hair was in an elegant bun, and her bright-blue eyes were filled with warmness as she continued greeting Harry by flashing a smile at him. She even had her hands clasped together while resting them on her lap. Most of the boys would've died to be in Harry's shoes because Fleur was one of the most beautiful witches, but Harry wasn't like them. Harry was most interested in personality over outer beauty, even if it was rumoured that Fleur had some veela traits.
"Bonjour, Miss Delacour!" Harry greeted back with a smile.
"Wow, I never expected you to have some familiarity with french!" Fleur replied in an impressed voice.
"Well, I read in a book once that bonjour is french for hello," said Harry. "While I wouldn't have counted on this tournament bringing a french school here, I still paid attention, since I never knew if fate had a plan."
"Would you like to sit down, Monsieur Potter?" Fleur offered, scooting over some to make room for Harry.
The raven-haired teen was taken aback by that, but still he found it nearly impossible to decline it. So, he walked over and took a seat next to Fleur, feeling his heart beating faster the closer he got. As soon as he sat down, Harry and Fleur made proper introductions and shook hands as they properly told each other their names.
"I apologize for my little boy comment on the night of the champion selection, Harry," said Fleur in a sheepish voice. "After hearing about you outflying your dragon during the first task, I started realizing that you were powerful."
"Your apology is accepted, Fleur." assured Harry. Then he explained, "I can understand that you and your fellow Beauxbatons students didn't understand what all I've been through. I've been dealing with disastrous misadventures near the end of every year ever since I walked through the entrance doors for the first time."
"And you've never boasted about that?" asked Fleur.
"I never did, nor do I have any intentions for it," stated Harry. "I already get enough people staring at my scar on my forehead and getting whispers whenever I'm out and about. I was even trying to stay out of the spotlight and have a normal year for once, but it seems like a pipe dream for me."
"I understand, Harry," said Fleur. "I get alot of staring and most boys I encounter drooling at the sight of me. That's because I'm quarter-veela, which means that I only have the traits, such as the veela allure and extreme outer beauty. My sister, Gabrielle, is also quarter-veela while our maman is half-veela. It was somewhat harder for my maman to find a mate who looks for inner beauty and find friends who don't get jealousy for our beauty due to her being a half-veela. Her mother is a full-veela."
"I do remember seeing veela at the quidditch world cup," said Harry. "They even turned into some kind of bird-like creatures."
"Only full-veela can do that and it only happens when they get angry," Fleur explained. "Bulgaria's national quidditch team has full-veela as mascots, though you already knew that since you did attend the quidditch world in late-August. But as mentioned, half-veela and quarter-veela can't turn into birds when they get angry."
"Can boys be veela or are all veela females?" asked Harry.
"Well, some boys can have the traits," said Fleur. "But male equivalents wouldn't be referred to as veela. They can get the traits themselves, but it's rare to see those with veela traits having a son."
"Do they call the male counterparts veelos?" asked Harry.
"That's an interesting way to put it," stated Fleur. "As far as I know, nobody has really put any thought into it due to how rare it is for veela or those with the traits to give birth to a boy. There are full-veelo out there, and they will eventually get movie-star handsome looks, they'll be muscular, and have dashingly handsome smiles when they get around the teenage years. It won't stop them from going through the same thing that veela go through as they grow up, since veelo will be flocked by girls who want the chance to feel their muscles and even drool at the sight of their smiles. Veelo will also deal with most boys getting jealous of their handsome smiles and muscular bodies. Since those with veela traits tend to be tall, veelo are known to be very tall themselves."
"Oh, wow!" Harry responded in surprise.
"I was sitting here away from the Great Hall because my date, Roger Davies if I remember correctly, kept staring at me with his tongue hanging out," said Fleur. "I came here to get away from all that and have some time to myself. But since you appear to be immune to the veela allure, your company has been a great moment for me."
"And you don't want it to end so quickly?" asked Harry.
"Pretty much!" Fleur confirmed. Then she offered, "If you'd like, I can do something for you as a token of my apology for my little boy comment, through actions since those speak louder than words."
"It's intriguing," stated Harry. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Fleur told him in a whisper. "I'd rather we find an empty classroom or something to ensure we won't get disturbed."
Harry turned bright-red in the face as it radiated heat when he immediately deduced what Fleur had in mind, resulting in Fleur getting the giggles. After Fleur calmed herself down and Harry made the decision to see what she had in mind, the raven-haired boy called for Dobby and asked him if he knew of any empty classrooms that was out of the way from the general corridors. The house elf brought Harry and Fleur over to the seventh floor where there seemed to be some kind of hidden room. Dobby instructed Harry and Fleur (or at least one of them) to think about their intentions while walking past it three times. After Harry did what Dobby told him, a large brown door appeared. Then Harry opened the door and allowed Fleur to walk inside first because he was strictly adamant on the ladies first policy. Harry and Fleur stepped inside (with the entrance door closing behind them) to see a huge bed, a dresser nearby, a door leading to a bathroom, and a red vinyl couch. Fleur took her silver stilettos off and set them next to the couch before walking back towards Harry and stopping in front of him. Then Fleur turned her back to Harry before turning her head to face him again with a smile on her face.
"Good ahead, Harry," said Fleur in an encouraging voice. "Unzip my dress robes."
His heart beating faster, Harry slowly reached out and smoothly pulled the zipper on the back of Fleur's dress robes down. Harry could see a small amount of exposed skin on Fleur's back. Then the part-veela turned around and pulled the straps over her shoulders off before slowly lowering her dress robes to the floor, exposing a nice sky-blue bra and a pair of sky-blue panties.
"Haaaaaa-aaaaaah!" Harry exclaimed as he widened his eyes in awe, his heart beat increasing some as he breathed heavily.
"First time, Harry?" asked Fleur with a smirk on her face.
All Harry could do was slowly nod his head. Most of the sensation in his arms and legs dissipated, since he never thought a moment like this would happen for him. Harry always believed that living a wonderful and normal life was a pipe dream. His teenage mind went into overdrive the longer he saw Fleur in her bra and panties, and she was giggling because Harry's reaction was priceless.
"Are you ready for the next step?" asked Fleur.
"Yeah!" Harry whispered through heavy breathing, too distracted to realize what he was doing.
He lifted his arms up when he deduced what Fleur meant. She walked closer to him and pulled his black formal jacket off before unbuttoning his forest-green long-sleeve collared shirt. Fleur slowly pulled the sleeves off of his arms before tossing it away. Fleur felt her anger flaring up when she saw scars on his back, and some of the scars were on his front. Even though she already knew that Harry wasn't an attention seeker, she had no idea that Harry had been abused for who-knows-how-long and it made her grimace. She walked back over to the couch where her dress robes were laying and pulled her wand out.
"Fleur, what are you doing?" asked Harry.
"Taking care of those scars around your torso." said Fleur.
Harry gulped when he remembered that he wasn't supposed to let anyone see the scars, which told Fleur that Harry had been warned to keep that a secret. Nevertheless, she still cast some advanced healing spells she learned from her mother, Apolline. Then Fleur went to put her wand back in her dress robes pocket and walked back in front of him to help him take his mind off his scar problem.
"I'm sorry, Harry!" Fleur apologized, sincerity in her voice. "I had no idea that you've been beat."
"It was my fault for not stopping you," Harry naturally replied. "I should've remembered not to let anyone see the scars. Freaks are destined for back luck."
"No, Harry, you're not a freak!" assured Fleur in a soft voice. "Those scars weren't your fault at all. I cast some spells to heal them more efficiently."
Fleur pulled out a full-length mirror to prove it to Harry. The raven-haired boy checked himself out in the mirror and saw that most of them healed. Fleur knew that the smaller number of the scars were deeper, but she still managed to heal most of them (like 85% of them). But at least the scars wouldn't be visible from a distance, which allowed Harry to relax.
"Where did you learn that healing spell?" asked Harry.
"My maman, Apolline, taught it to me," said Fleur. "She works as a healer."
"Well, thank you for healing those scars as best as you could, Fleur." said Harry gratefully.
"It was nothing, Harry. I don't want the recognition." stated Fleur. "How about we continue with our plan."
Hearing that, Harry untied his dress shoes and pulled those off before pulling his black socks off. Then Harry lifted his arms up again to let Fleur unbutton and unzip his formal trousers. Then she slowly yanked the trousers to Harry's ankles, exposing his dark-green pair of boxer shorts. Harry stepped out of his trousers and tossed them over towards the couch where his other clothes, as well as Fleur's dress robes, were laying on. Then Harry walked back towards where Fleur was still standing and once he faced her again, Fleur placed her hands on Harry's face just as he placed his hands on her waist. Then the two began a passionate kiss. Both of their minds were going into overdrive. Harry could feel how smooth Fleur's skin was the longer he had his hands on her waist. Fleur was moaning in pleasure the longer the kiss lasted and after thirty seconds, she and Harry pulled away for some fresh air.
"That was wonderful, Harry," Fleur praised. "Even if this was your first time, you appear to be natural at kissing."
"I don't know how that came to be," said Harry. "I just did the best I could."
"And you were excellent in that, Harry." said Fleur. Then she asked, "Shall we continue?"
Harry answered that by gently pulling her closer and placed his hands on her waist again, just as Fleur wrapped her arms over the back of Harry's neck. Then they kissed again, with their heartbeats increasing some. Harry slowly moved his hands down, causing Fleur to shiver and moan with pleasure. After waiting a minute or so, Harry moved his hands onto Fleur's arse even though he was expecting her to move his hands back onto her waist. When she didn't do that, Harry found himself giving Fleur's arse cheeks some firm grasps while keeping it gentle, mesmerized by how round and smooth the part-veela's arse was even if she was still wearing panties. Fleur was moaning with pleasure again and she felt herself shivering in elation to feel how smooth Harry's touch was. Harry could feel his member standing up, causing his eyes to snap open and widen. Harry and Fleur pulled themselves away again to catch their breath. Fleur looked down to see a bulge within Harry's boxers, then a smirk formed on her face. Harry blushed when Fleur saw his member standing up.
"Are you ready to take it up a notch, Monsieur Potter?" asked Fleur.
"I don't know," said Harry uncertainly. "I'd hate to think of accidentally getting you pregnant."
"No need to worry about that, Harry," assured Fleur. "I can just cast a contraceptive charm on myself. It'll prevent me from getting pregnant for several hours."
"Well, alright," said Harry. "As long as you really want to do this."
Fleur responded to that by whipping her wand out again to cast the contraceptive charm on herself before re-pocketing it just as Harry pulled his glasses off and placed them on a nightstand, then she and Harry walked towards the bed. Fleur slowly undid her bra and pulled it off, causing Harry to widen his eyes at the sight of her breasts. Harry felt his member stiffening as his heartbeat went up. Then Fleur pulled her panties off and tossed them and her bra over towards the couch, leaving her completely nude.
After receiving an encouraging nod from Fleur, Harry slowly pulled his boxers off and exposed his hard member. As soon as he tossed his boxers towards the couch, Fleur gently pushed Harry onto the bed. As soon as he made his way towards the middle, Fleur jumped onto the bed and crawled her way towards him. Then the two began their first lovemaking session to each other; with the smell of semen filling the room as Harry and Fleur continued thrusting, tongue-kissing, and moaning in pleasure as they ran their hands over each other's bodies. Fleur ran her hands over Harry's thighs just as he was massaged Fleur's breasts, while their tongues continued exploring the inside of each other's mouths. Harry also found himself massaging Fleur's arse, during which she begged Harry for some spankings. Harry did just that while making sure they weren't too hard. After twenty to twenty-five minutes, Harry and Fleur stopped making love and collapsed on the bed with the blanket and bed sheets all wrinkly (and also covered in their lovemaking fluids). Fleur was laying on top of Harry, who was breathing heavily as his heartbeat beat faster. Fleur lifted her head up to have her bright-blue eyes gazing into Harry's emerald-green ones just as they smiled at each other.
"I can't believe I lost my virginity to you, Fleur!" Harry responded in an elated voice.
"I can't believe I lost mine to you, Harry!" Fleur replied, equally elated.
"Much better than being dragged into the spotlight against my will," stated Harry. "This experience was also better than being part of the champions' waltz at the ball with humiliating myself, or being dragged into dangerous situations, or having terrible friends, or even having a headmaster use me for something."
"I'm not even sure I want to return to the Beauxbatons carriage tonight," said Fleur. "This is one of the happiest moments of my life. You didn't just treat me like a person, but you were very considerate, too.
"Does that mean you want to sleep here with me tonight?" asked Harry.
"Yes," stated Fleur. "Being here, we won't have to worry about anybody walking in on us. We can just be in our own world."
With that decision, Harry and Fleur got out of bed to get themselves cleaned up of the mess all over themselves. Harry and Fleur pulled their wands out of their robes pockets, with Fleur telling Harry some good cleaning charms, then they took turns using the spell on themselves before putting in team effort to clean the bed of their lovemaking mess. Once that was done, Harry and Fleur set their wands down to get themselves redressed in their undergarments before walking over to the dresser. Harry pulled out a pair of pajamas just as Fleur pulled out a gray long-sleeve nightshirt before getting into their sleepwear. Then the two climbed into bed and gave each other a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Goodnight, Harry!" said Fleur with a smile.
"Goodnight, Fleur!" Harry replied, returning the smile.
Then the two closed their eyes as the light turned off. Their lovemaking session prevented them from falling asleep right away because of the excitement. As they fell asleep, Harry and Fleur wondered what might happen in the morning when they reported to the Great Hall for breakfast at the same time, since Harry's absence was likely going to result in people asking alot of questions. One thing Harry realized was that, with Fleur around, maybe his time in the Triwizard Tournament would be a little more tolerable.
The End!
Author's note 2: Well, there's my first Harry/Fleur pairing one-shot to be a separate story! Was the impicit sexual content good, or did I overstep it a little into the 'MA' rating territory?
I"m also going to leave it up to you to decide what happens the next morning when Harry and Fleur make it to the Great Hall for breakfast, and how Harry and Fleur will answer any questions they might get asked.
