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Harry the Head Boy
Chapter 7
As Harry sat at his desk in class finishing his assignment, he looked over at Hermione who looked back at him at that moment. Harry smiled cheekily, and Hermione blushed but smiled back. Sometimes it was hard for him to sit in class and watch his best friend. When he looked at her, all he could imagine was her stripped naked and lying on his bed. Those kinds of thoughts weren't conducive to making good grades. He had to put those thoughts out of his head for now. First, he needed to get through the day. Next, he needed to worry about the letter that he had received during lunch the previous day.
Fleur Delacour had written to him and asked if she could spend the weekend with him. They had kept in touch over the years and had become pretty good friends if he did say so himself. When he showed Hermione the letter and asked what she had thought about it, she had said that she really didn't know. Maybe Fleur just wanted to spend time with a friend, or maybe she wanted them to be something more. She couldn't figure it out any more than Harry could. Thankfully, Hermione didn't seem jealous that he would be spending the weekend with the hot Veela.
Harry was also grateful that he wouldn't need to sneak out to Hogsmeade anymore. As Head Boy, he did have a few privileges that other students didn't. Both he and Hermione could visit Hogsmeade any weekend that they desired. Though, if they wished to visit on a weekday, they needed permission. The only time that they had gone during a weekday was to pick up some supplies for the school when no other teacher wanted to get up that early. Of course, Hermione had volunteered their services. As annoying as it was to get up that early, they did spend a few extra hours there as payment for their services.
Fleur had already told him that she planned to rent a room in the Three Broomsticks, so he knew where to meet her. Truth be told, he was quite nervous to meet her. He had always had a crush on the gorgeous girl. Practically the entire male population of Hogwarts did as well. He had found it easy to talk to her when it was through letters, but he didn't know how he would fare when it came to speaking face to face once again. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up turning into a stuttering fool. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Jumping in surprise, he looked up and saw Hermione there.
"Class is over. You looked like you were in your own little world," she giggled. Shaking his head, he got up and walked out of the class with her.
"Just worrying about meeting Fleur," Harry answered honestly.
"Still worrying about that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you?" he asked as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her through the throngs of students fighting to get to their next class in time.
"Probably. Even so, worrying won't help. Once you're with her, I'm sure that you two will get along splendidly," Hermione told him.
"Yeah. I hope so. Hey! There's that git pulling his wand on another student," Harry pointed at a troublemaker that seemed to live in detention.
"You go on to class. I'll deal with him," Hermione told him. Harry rolled his eyes and went with her. He wouldn't be surprised if this idiot tried to curse Hermione when her back was turned.
Harry the Head Boy
Fleur Delacour was in her small apartment in Paris packing only the bare essentials that she would need for a weekend trip back to Hogsmeade. Needless to say, she had three large suitcases stuffed full and was partway through filling another.
"I cannot believe that you are spending the weekend with 'Arry Potter!" her younger sister squealed with excitement and jealousy. Fleur just smiled at her. It was open knowledge that her sister Gabrielle had a huge crush on Harry. It had been kind of a running joke in their family. Often they teased her on it. Gabrielle didn't seem to care. She wasn't ashamed to admit her feelings for him.
"Are you going to make love to him?" she asked curiously.
"Gabrielle!" Fleur chided her, blushing a bit. Gabrielle burst into giggles. Fleur rolled her eyes and replied. "I have no plans for any of that. But who knows what will happen," she answered honestly.
"Remember your promise," Gabrielle reminded her with a serious look on her beautiful face.
Fleur had promised her that she would attempt to get Harry to visit them in France. Once there, Fleur would make sure to leave him and Gabby alone so that she could use her charms on him.
"I will. Now go pack your bag. Maman will be here soon to pick you up," she said, smacking Gabrielle on the booty and causing the young Veela to squeak and run out of the room. Fleur looked around and sighed. There was still so much to pack.
A little over an hour later, her mother had dropped by and picked up Gabrielle. As the two Floo'ed back home, Fleur waited until it was time for her to leave. Shrinking her bags, she thought about her reason for this trip. To put it bluntly, Fleur was lonely. Fleur had always had very few female friends growing up and during school. Her beauty along with the way males acted in her presence made most girls jealous. Still, she did have a few long-time friends. Unfortunately, she didn't get to see them nearly as often as she used to. That was the one bad thing about becoming an adult. Suddenly you had very little time for things like going out with friends when you had to get up early for work.
Her love life was practically nonexistent. Most men were pigs, in her humble opinion. She had met very few that could be considered a gentleman. That's why she was so grateful for her friendship with Harry. When she had met him, he wasn't affected by her allure, or at least not nearly as much as everyone else. They had eventually developed a wonderful friendship, and they had continued it once she left the country. Being pen pals was nice and all, but she wanted to see him again. She wanted to physically be there so she could hear his voice, or hug him hello. When she found out that she would be having the weekend off of work, she immediately called up her friends to see if anyone was doing anything worthwhile. None of them had any free time to spare. That's when she thought about going to visit Harry. She knew that he was going back for his final year, so she figured that he wouldn't be able to see her. She, however, squealed in joy when he wrote back and told her that he would indeed like to spend the weekend with her. Immediately she began making plans for her visit.
Before long, she took a portkey to England and apparated to Hogsmeade where she booked a room in the Leaky Cauldron. From what she remembered, she still had a couple of hours before classes at Hogwarts would end for the day. She used that time to unpack her essentials and freshen up.
Once classes were done for the week, Harry went back to his room and grabbed his packed bag. To his amusement, Hermione kissed him deeply before going to her room to read. Even though he'd be with Fleur this weekend, he'd still miss his best friend, and he was sure that she'd miss him. He made his way to the gate where it opened automatically for him. After that, it was a bit of a walk down to Hogsmeade.
Harry was breathing deeply as he entered the Three Broomsticks. The walk had been a bit long, but thankfully he had arrived. Seeing the beautiful blonde sitting at a table, Harry smiled. When she saw him, she squealed out and ran up and hugged him.
" 'Arry!" she squealed as she happily kissed him on both cheeks. Harry hugged her back tightly. Once they broke their hug, Fleur saw that the men in the bar were looking at her with longing. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Harry by the hand and pulled him upstairs and into her room. When the door closed behind them, Fleur turned around and hugged him again.
Harry breathed in her lovely scent as she pressed herself to him. His hands explored the gentle curves of her thin body. Resting his hand on her hips, he could see that Fleur's face was quite flushed. He could also see her chest rapidly rising and falling. She kept her hands on him as well. Not letting her go, he replied, "You look good, Fleur."
Fleur nervously giggled while Harry slightly squeezed her hips. "Merci, 'Arry."
Her scent was beginning to get to him. He didn't even think about it when he leaned in and softly nuzzled the side of her neck. He heard a gasp from Fleur but didn't even think about it. He felt her hands thread through his messy, black hair and pull him in. His lips connected with the tender skin of her slender neck.
Fleur's eyes twitched when Harry began kissing and sucking on her neck. She couldn't believe that things had progressed to such a place in only a few minutes. She must be more love-starved than she thought. Still, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way that he nipped at her sensitive skin. Soon, his movements were getting more aggressive. He pushed her by her hips until the back of her legs hit the foot of the bed. Falling back on it, he wasted no time in slipping under her knee-length skirt. Fleur's eyes widened, and she shuddered when he quickly pulled her panties down. Her panties being down at her knees, she couldn't open her legs very wide, but that didn't seem to matter to Harry. He leaned in and devoured her dampening pussy.
Harry loved the softness and smoothness of her thighs. His hands explored every inch of them as his tongue scooped up the arousal dripping from her slit. Fleur began wiggling her hips and grinding her wet pussy against his lips. She must have wanted it as much as he did. Eager to give her what she wanted, he opened his mouth when she placed her clit against his lips. Sucking in the small, hard nub, she gasped loudly when his tongue massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves. She felt his hand settle around her bottom, and she squealed and her back arched when his finger pressed against her virgin asshole.
" 'Arry! I 'ave not been touched there before," she gasped, her breath ragged from arousal.
"There's a first time for everything, little flower," he teased, making Fleur blush beet-red. All she could do was lie there as he sucked on her clit and pushed his finger into her asshole. She bit her lip as she experienced the naughty sensation for the first time. When he was down to the knuckle, he pulled on her clit with his lips and pulled his finger back before pushing it forward again. Fleur squealed loudly as her pussy dribbled her juices down onto his face. Letting go of her clit, he quickly licked her clean.
When Harry let go of her clit, she desperately wanted his lips on it again. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she pulled his face back to her clit, and she rubbed it against him until his lips wrapped around it again. As his tongue rubbed circles around it, she pulled her shirt open and lifted up her bra exposing her perfect tits. Her dainty fingers pinched and pulled at the light-pink nubs further adding to her pleasure. She gasped and spasmed when his finger found a wonderful spot in her asshole. Her pussy was leaking all over her friend's face as he used his mouth to give her pleasure. Pulling his finger from her asshole, he quickly shoved two fingers deep into her pussy and curled them until he found her G-spot. His hands moved so fast that she didn't even get a chance to yell out before she came. Instantly, her juices sprayed from her spasming pussy, hitting him in the face and chest and making a mess of the room. Finally, she was able to cry out as her body thrashed around as the best orgasm of her life hit her. Harry had to hold her down so that she wouldn't fall off of the bed. Finally, she was able to calm down.
She was breathing heavily and watched Harry as he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs. Next, he lifted her legs up as he pulled her panties off of her. He gave her cute feet a kiss before parting her legs. Fleur blushed as she was spread open for him. Harry quickly removed his clothes and she gasped at the size of him. She shuddered knowing that she was about to get penetrated by that. She didn't have to wait long, however. Harry hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her body forward. Her body was folded with her pussy sticking up in the air. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Harry could claim her in any way that he wanted, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. She bit her lip and gasped as his thick head kissed her very wet slit. She realized that their friendship was changing into something more as he lowered himself and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss while his cock claimed the rest of her.