AN: All characters have been aged up, so Harry and Hermione are 18 while Fleur is 21.
Do be warned that this chapter features dubious consent due to a character impersonating another. If this is an issue for you, I'd advise against reading this story.
The Triwizard Tournament was the most prestigious magical competition in Europe for students. Though it had long laid dormant due to the high mortality rate, it was still regarded as the premier tournament where promising witches and wizards could prove their skills and talents. Not only did it cement your place in history, it also served as an excellent way to get yourself noticed in a variety of fields. Many former winners and participants had gone on to apprentice to some of the most talented witches and wizards of the time or be offered lucrative jobs upon graduation. With its recent return earlier this year, the entire magical community was abuzz with interest in the contestants that were participating this year.
Fleur Delacour knew from the start that she would be one of the participants. There was simply no one else at Beauxbatons who could compare to her in terms of raw magical power, knowledge, and sheer grit. She pushed herself harder than anyone else, and her skills showed it. She had said as much to Madame Maxime, but the Headmistress insisted that they still had to bring along a pool of hopeful candidates so that everyone could have a fair chance of being selected by the cup.
Naturally, it was a great waste of time and resources as Fleur was selected.
The envy and disdain she received from her fellow students was nothing new or unexpected. Due to her Veela heritage, she had long been used to jealousy from the other girls and anger from the boys. The newest grievances they had were just another line on a long list of problems they had with her.
So, Fleur ignored them. Instead, she dedicated herself to her studies. She didn't just want to participate in this tournament, she wanted to win the whole thing.
For the first couple months of the year, Fleur studied carefully. She knew that the first task historically always involved magical beasts, so when Madame Maxime told her that she'd be facing a dragon in the first task, she wasn't surprised. In fact, she already had a plan to deal with the dragon.
You see, as a Veela, Fleur was naturally resistant to fire and flames. This would protect her a bit, but she wasn't invulnerable. But it would give her enough time to get in there and put the dragon to sleep using a combination of her Veela-magic and a carefully laid sleeping trance. The delicate charms work would be enhanced by her Veela-magic, ensuring that the dragon fell prey to her spellwork.
It was an elegant solution to an inelegant problem. However, no matter how successfully she could complete the task, what truly mattered was how she did in comparison to the other participants. She needed to best them in order to win the tournament. In order to best them, she had two options:
First, she could learn what they were going to do and make sure that what she did was more impressive. This could be the easier of the two options, but it would be impossible to account for any spontaneous actions during the first task itself. Even if Fleur planned around her competition, if they pulled off something unexpectedly brilliant, she could end up outside of first place.
So, that left her with the second option: sabotage the competition.
Sabotage was a well-known part of the Triwizard Tournament. Especially towards the latter years before it was discontinued, spying and sabotaging the competition was commonplace. There were no explicit rules against it, but it was understood that if you were caught doing it, you could be penalized by the judges.
Well, to Fleur, that just meant that she'd better not get caught.
Her competition was impressive to say the least: Cedric Diggory, apparently the pride of Hogwarts and a brilliant student, Victor Krum, international quidditch star and powerhouse duelist, and Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Each had their own impressive resume coming into the tournament, so Fleur knew that she had to use every talent she had to her advantage to make sure she took them down before they had a chance to gain momentum in the tournament.
That was why Fleur was currently glowing due to a thin sheen of sweat across her bare body. Cedric was an easy boy to track down, and far too trusting of a fellow competitor in such a prestigious tournament. When she had suggested that they go somewhere private to 'get to know one another better', the foolish boy had jumped at the chance.
Cedric was pinned beneath her on the stone floor, his messy hair askew and his clothes strewn about throughout the room. His eyes were tightly closed and he was practically gasping for air as Fleur rode his cock with delight. He was a nice size, enough to make her enjoy the work, but it was clear that he lacked the experience to hold on for very long. He had already came inside of her four times in the last twenty minutes, and he looked to be getting close to finishing again.
Fleur grasped one of his hands and brought it up to her breasts, squeezing his hand and thereby making it squeeze her breast. Cedric let out a shuddering gasp as she dropped her hips back down, making a loud slapping sound as their flesh connected. His eyes opened slightly and looked up at her predatory grin.
"You feel so nice inside of me," Fleur cooed as she leaned in close to him, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Cedric trembled beneath her. He tried to bring his hands up to do something with them, but he was too drained to do much. Instead, they simply collapsed to the floor as he let Fleur dominate him completely.
Fleur let out a dramatic gasp into the man's ear as his hips bucked up against her, pushing his cock deeper inside of her velvety pussy. "Are you close mon amour?" She clenched around him. "I want to feel you finish in me."
Cedric couldn't last another second with her sultry words in his ear. With a strangled groan, he came inside of her. All the while, Fleur whispered sweet nothings into his ear, telling him how good he was and all of the other things a man in the throes of his orgasm wanted to hear.
When Cedric's body finally sagged back, fully spent, Fleur wasn't surprised to see him starting to doze off. He would be exhausted after five rounds with a Veela, and she had made sure to push him to his limits.
Fleur stayed on top of Cedric until she felt his chest rise and fall softly as he slept peacefully on the floor. Then, she carefully climbed off of him, letting his cock slip out of her and his cum pour out onto the floor. She cast a few cleaning charms on herself and him before she quickly got dressed in her uniform and slipped out of the abandoned classroom and made a quick retreat back to the Beauxbatons Carriage so that she could get a good night's sleep before the first task.
The following day, at the site of the first task, the missing Cedric showed that her plan had worked perfectly. The other two champions stood awkwardly in the tent with her, waiting on their missing competitor. When it was decided that they couldn't wait to start any longer, the three of them drew dragons and started going out one at a time.
Krum was first, and whatever he did must have been very impressive because when Fleur came out next, the crowd was abuzz with excitement. Thankfully, she only had a Common Welsh Green Dragon to contend with. It was an easy beast to handle, and it quickly fell under the sway of her charms. It fell into a deep sleep and Fleur was able to sweep in and grab her golden egg without injury.
Harry was next, and this time Fleur was able to watch from just outside the medical tent. He was up against a Chinese Fireball and he showed off an impressive bit of flying prowess on his Firebolt to swoop in and grab the egg before the dragon could catch him. He came out with a few minor burns, but it was a strong performance overall.
Then there was a delay; nearly twenty minutes went by before a haggard-looking Cedric was hurried out into the arena. He still clearly looked exhausted and a little out of it from their encounter last night. Unfortunately, as the final contestant, he had the Hungarian Horntail to face.
Despite his state, Cedric did manage to put up a decent effort at the start. He dodged out of the way of the Horntail's strikes and gouts of flame, taking refuge behind oversized boulders and transfiguring smaller ones into animals that he used to distract the massive dragon.
Unfortunately, when Cedric leapt out of cover to rush for the egg when the Horntail was distracted, the dragon broke its chains and devoured the transfigured animal much more quickly than Cedric had anticipated. The dragon rounded on him then, roasting him with flames before the handlers could arrive in time.
Cedric made it out of the tournament alive, but his body was covered in burns. According to what Fleur overheard from the Hogwarts healer, he'd be stuck in a careful potion and poultice regiment for until the end of the school year, rendering him unable to continue on in the competition.
"One down," Fleur muttered to herself with a satisfied smile on her lips.
The golden egg wasn't hard to crack, but the mermaid song within didn't bode well for Fleur's attempt at the second task. The Bubblehead charm seemed like the obvious solution for diving into the Black Lake, but she'd have to investigate further options to see if there was something more well-suited for the task. In the meantime, she still had two other champions to contend with.
Though Harry did put up an impressive performance in the first task, the stories she'd heard about Krum's attempt solidified him as the stronger threat. So, Fleur wasted no time in laying a trap for the Bulgarian.
Her efforts started slow, running into him more and more frequently. After a couple weeks of that, she took to greeting him when she passed by. That then turned into brief talks. When it was time to pick a date for the Yule Ball, Fleur made sure that she was the obvious choice for Krum. He asked her shortly after the ball was announced and she accepted.
On the night of the ball, she danced with Krum the entire night while the other champion, Harry, danced with his date, a girl named Hermione Granger.
When the night started to come to a close, Fleur suggested that they slip off somewhere more private to continue the night. The implication was obvious and Krum was more than eager to spend some time with the beautiful French witch.
He didn't suspect a thing when her Veela magic started to influence his mind. She was subtle, cautious in her careful application of her delicate enchantment. She fucked him, letting him dominate her for just a few short minutes before he spilled his seed inside of her and collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss.
Unlike with Cedric, Fleur didn't need to drain his vitality. Instead, she curled up next to him, providing a comforting warmth at his side that lulled him into a deep sleep while she continued to apply her charm.
The weeks passed by, and Fleur kept up with her charms. She would meet up with Krum in secret away from the rest of the students. He was happy to keep their relationship secret, away from his headmaster's controlling grip and the rumourmill of the student body. Fleur kept him satisfied, and she kept up with her Veela magic until she felt confident that she had a firm control over his mind.
Fleur avoided Krum in the lead-up to the second task. At first he was understanding, wanting to spend time to prepare for the task too, but after a few days without her touch, he started to get agitated and anxious. Fleur avoided him at every turn until the day of the second task. She felt his gaze upon her as she strode up in her silver swimsuit. His eyes were locked to her curves, boldly on display from the form-fitting suit.
It was little surprise that he followed her into the waters once they first dove in. Realizing that the Bubblehead charm would not be enough, Fleur had managed to make a partial transfiguration of herself into a mermaid. Krum had done a similar spell, only he transfigured himself partially into a shark. He chased her down, circling around her and doing his best to show off his swimming prowess. Fleur made sure to let her magic sing in his mind, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
From then on, Krum protected her in the lake. Wherever she went, he followed, attacking any sea creatures that came too close. It was perfect, and Fleur used it to her advantage. They quickly swam to the village at the center of the lake, and Fleur untied her younger sister from the post. Krum made to do the same to a younger man that looked loosely like him, but that was when Fleur struck.
Using the full force of the magic she had woven over the past couple months, she urged Krum to prove himself to her in a feat of strength. She poured every bit of desire she had through the connection she had made to him, and Krum responded just how she hoped he would. In an instant, he turned away from his hostage towards the nearest merperson and attacked them. There was a swarm of activity as dozens of merpeople leapt into action, defending their wounded ally and attacking Krum. Fleur slipped away quickly, swimming rapidly to the surface.
Fleur won the second task with ease. Harry Potter came in second behind her, arriving at the surface six minutes after she did. Krum failed the task; he was recovered from the bottom of the lake, unconscious from the numerous stab wounds he suffered from the merpeople's spears. Hogwarts' healing matron worked well into the night to deal with the worst of the injuries. While she was successful in her endeavour, it was determined that Krum could not continue in the competition without the possibility of his wounds reopening. As such, he was forcibly disqualified by the tournament organizers.
"Another one down." Fleur smiled. Her eyes flickered across the Great Hall to the final champion. Harry Potter was sat amongst his friends, celebrating his continued success in the tournament.
Once he was done for, there would be no one in the way between Fleur and the grand prize.
There was just one final champion left to contend with, and Fleur hoped that it'd be the easiest of the bunch. However, that proved to be a foolish assumption because the boy was so hard to get to. Fleur spent over a month just trying to strike up a conversation with the one remaining champion, but he seemed to be avoiding her like the plague. He'd constantly escape her grasp, even when she though she'd cornered him in a dead-end corridor. No matter how she approached it, she never found a perfect opportunity to approach Harry.
Over the months she'd been at Hogwarts, she'd only spotted one close friend that Harry had: Hermione Granger. Given that they had gone to the Yule Ball together, Fleur had thought that they were dating. However, further investigation into the matter confirmed that they weren't. She'd overheard several Gryffindor boys talking about their strange relationship, but they made it clear that they were ultimately just friends.
Well, that was the perfect way in. If he wouldn't talk to her, maybe he'd talk to Hermione. She might not be able to seduce him like she did the other two champions, but at least she could learn his plans.
So, Fleur got to work crafting the polyjuice potion. It was a devilishly tricky thing to make, but Fleur was confident enough in her potioneering skills that she took on the task confidently. It took an entire month to brew, and it only finished just a few short days before the final task.
Wasting no time, Fleur went into the castle that night to wait. She knew that Hermione liked to spend most of her time in the library, so that's where she waited. The girl was in there all evening until she finally got up just an hour before curfew. Fleur struck then, stunning the girl when she was a corridor away from the library. She carried her into an old broom cupboard and hid her in there behind a pile of junk. Then, all she had to do was pluck a hair off of the girl's head, put it into the vial of polyjuice she had, and drink the foul concoction.
This was her first time using polyjuice, and it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience. Fleur's body molded and shifted as a disgusting sensation of wrongness filled her body. It was a painful sight to watch her beautiful blond hair darken and curl, but she took solace in the fact that this was only temporary. Fleur found herself shrink to a couple of inches shorter, her hips become thinner and her midsection a tiny bit wider. Her butt shrunk down a decent bit, and her breasts seemed to drop a cup size.
Once the transformation was complete, Fleur transfigured her clothes to match Hermione's. Surprisingly, the younger witch wore relatively sexy underwear compared to what Fleur had been expecting. The black lace number hugged her curves nicely.
Now, there were just a couple small alterations to be made. Fleur shortened her skirt just enough so that it barely covered her behind. Then, she unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her blouse and magically applied a simple layer of makeup to highlight the most attractive parts of her face. It was a subtle job though, as Fleur had never seen the girl wearing much makeup.
Satisfied with her appearance, Fleur left the broom cupboard and started down the corridors towards where she knew the Gryffindor common lay. She had found it early on during her time at Hogwarts by sneakily following a cluster of Gryffindors around.
Luckily, as Fleur reached the Gryffindor common room, a gaggle of lower year students were entering it. Fleur slipped in close behind them and followed them inside.
This was uncharted territory. Fleur had never been inside of the Gryffindor common room before, but it had a simple layout. The large round room was packed full of students, all busying themselves with various activities like studying, talking, or playing gobstones. No one made any note of Fleur entering, much to her relief. At least, no one did until she reached the stairs.
"Hermione!"
Fleur spun around quickly, her brown hair spinning around and smacking her face. She fought the urge to swipe it away as her eyes laid themselves on her target: Harry Potter.
The young man had an easy smile on his lips as he pushed through the crowd of students over towards her. Fleur did her best to mirror the inquisitive expression she had seen Hermione put on regularly. "Yes?" After months of living in England, Fleur was able to mask most of her accent, but it was a little tricky. She had to speak slowly to do it well, and even then she would get tripped up over certain words.
"Just the girl I wanted to see," Harry said as he came to a stop barely a foot away from her. "I need your help with something."
Before Fleur could say anything, Harry's hand found the small of her back and gently pressed her forward towards the staircase. Fleur let herself be led forward, figuring it was better to have this conversation in private where, if she needed to, she could use her magic more explicitly on Harry.
Harry guided Fleur up a spiraling staircase and then down a short corridor where he stopped at a door. He pulled it open and Fleur found herself standing in a circular dorm room with five four-poster beds ringing around the room. Harry hopped onto one of the beds, evidently his, and patted the bed beside him with an expectant look on his face.
Fleur glanced around. None of Harry's roommates were around and he didn't have his wand in his hand; it all seemed innocent enough. So, Fleur sat down on the bed beside him.
With a snap of Harry's fingers, the curtains around his bed suddenly swung shut.
"What's going-" Fleur began, but before she could finish her sentence, Harry's mouth was on hers.
What is he doing? Fleur wondered as she kissed Harry back. It was pure instinct; she knew how to please a man, and so she responded to Harry's dominant, greedy kiss the best way she knew how to in order to give Harry what he wanted. She let him lead, let his tongue slip into her mouth first, let him control the pace of the kiss as she let those little tingling sensations of pleasure and excitement slightly addle her mind.
Clear Harry and Hermione had some type of relationship going on, contrary to all the public information that abounded through the student population. Without knowing all of the details, Fleur could only play her part as Hermione to the best of her ability. She didn't want to make a mistake, so she didn't pull away when Harry's hand slipped beneath her skirt and cupped her ass.
"Don't think I didn't notice your shorter skirt," Harry said breathlessly into Fleur's ear. He pushed her shoulders back, and Fleur let herself be guided onto her back on Harry's bed. He placed himself between her thighs while he continued to grope and squeeze her ass. "You wanted me to see you like that, didn't you?"
"Yes," Fleur replied, trying to match his breathless energy. Truth be told, she was feeling a little flushed after the demanding kiss, but it would take more than that to really throw her off of her game.
For a moment, Fleur wondered how far they would go. Would Harry try to fuck her? Or were they not that far into their relationship yet? Regardless, though she was tempted to get a proper taste of him, she knew that fucking him now wouldn't be for the best. Her polyjuice was only set to last another twenty minutes at most before she needed to take another dose, and she didn't dare risk taking it right in front of Harry. The vial was hidden in her skirt's waistband. With any luck, she'd be able to slip away to take it. Maybe she could finish him off easily with her mouth and drink the potion when he was reveling in his orgasm?
Harry grinned down at her. "My little whore," he practically purred, squeezing her ass and pulling one of her cheeks to the side as he pressed one of his fingers against her lacy underwear.
Fleur had to stop herself from raising an eyebrow. Apparently he and Hermione had gone much further than she had expected.
Thoughts raced through Fleur's mind as she thought about how to switch this situation around. She was here to gather information on his plans for the third task, not fuck him. Well, from what she'd seen, Hermione was definitely the studious type. Maybe it wouldn't be too out of character for her to suggest something like . . .
"Shouldn't we be preparing for the third task?" Fleur asked, doing her best to mirror Hermione's voice. Thankfully, Harry didn't seem to notice the slight change to her pronunciation. "We could have our fun after that."
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Harry frowned at her, looking a little confused. "We spent all afternoon doing that."
"Well, there's never enough to do," Fleur tried to insist. "There's still a lot we could cover."
Harry continued looking at her oddly for another moment as Fleur held her breath, hoping she hadn't just completely messed things up, until Harry finally let out a little snort. "Playing hard to get tonight are we?" His finger slipped underneath her panties and inched closer towards her openings. "Well, let me make this clear. I'm going to fuck you again and again until I've had my fill, and only then will we go back to studying. Is that understood?"
Merlin, Fleur felt herself getting wet at his words. There was air to him as he talked, something that practically compelled Fleur to obey him. It was like the effect of her Veela allure, only this wasn't magical in nature. At least, she didn't think it was.
Again, Harry didn't Fleur a chance to respond. The words she was going to say turned in to a startled yelp as Harry's hands grabbed her thighs and sharply twisted her, flipping her over onto her belly. Then, he was pressing himself against her ass.
Fleur's eyes bugged out as she felt how large Harry was through his trousers; neither Cedric or Krum were anything compared to the length and girth she felt from Harry, nor had any of her previous lovers come close. If he knew how to use that thing . . .
Alright, Fleur thought to herself as Harry ground against her, there was no way of getting out of Harry fucking her. Her face was pressed up against the bedding as she laid prone on the bed. The thought of feeling his cock slipping inside of her tight pussy excited Fleur, but there was still the concern of her polyjuice wearing off before she could take her second dose. Well, she'd just have to make sure that Harry got the fuck of his life. She'd let him dominate her and she'd milk his cock with her pussy until he was too exhausted to go on. Then, she'd quickly take her potion and decide what to do from there. Hopefully she could get him talking about his plans, but, if worst came to worst, she'd just have to leave and switch back places with Hermione.
The sound of a zipper being undone shook Fleur from her thoughts. Glancing back over her shoulder, she could see Harry straddling her thighs as he reached into his trousers. Then, he pulled out the largest cock she had ever seen. It was thick and pulsing and looked ready to be used. Merlin, did she ever want it in her.
Harry wanted the same thing. He flipped up Fleur's skirt, revealing her ass, and pulled her panties to the side before he pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. Fleur shivered as the head parted her lips. Her wetness coated the tip of his cock, helping to lubricate what was to come.
"My perfect little whore," Harry groaned as he rubbed his cock up and down, smearing Fleur's wetness around. "I've missed this."
Fleur gasped, her hands clenching at the sheet beneath her as Harry drove his cock forward. Hermione must be one incredible witch to take all of Harry's cock inside of her in a single push like this, because Fleur felt like all the air had been forced out of her lungs. Harry's thick cock filled her completely. Her walls strained around his impressive girth as he spread her wide open. He pushed as deep as he could go, mushing his hips up against her ass in order to get every inch possible inside of her.
"Ah!" Fleur cried out. She wanted to curse and scream in delight, she wanted to enjoy this pleasure for every bit that it was worth, but that was what Fleur would do, not necessarily what Hermione would do. She still had to play pretend, even if her body was crying out to her, telling her to revel in the immense delight.
"Fuck, you're really tight today," Harry groaned as he wriggled his hips against Fleur, making his cock move around and push up against her back walls. "You must have really wanted this."
I do now, Fleur thought to herself. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes tight as Harry adjusted himself on top of her. His knees planted themselves on either side of her hips, and his hands came down to rest on her ass cheeks. He spread them apart, giving him a better view of where his cock was buried in her pussy. Fleur imagined it must be a perfect sight seeing her pink lips wrapped ever so tightly around Harry's cock. She wondered what Hermione's looked like.
It was only thanks to her Veela traits that Fleur was able to adapt to the thick, long cock inside of her pussy—even her polyjuice transformation didn't stop her innate traits from helping her out. She was sure that if she were a lesser woman, she would have needed far longer to adjust to it. Harry gave her little more than a minute to get used to his cock before he started to move.
Fleur quickly learned that Harry was a greedy, demanding lover. He simply did as he liked as he reeled his hips back before slamming forward back into, eliciting a muffled scream from her mouth. It was still an intensely pleasurable experience being stretched out so fully like that, but Fleur's cried of passion were ignored as Harry kept pounding into her tight pussy.
Fleur's pussy felt like it was gushing around Harry's cock; her body couldn't help but respond like that. Her pussy was being molded by Harry's cock as he filled her up over and over again. He was claiming her, making her his, and Fleur was more than happy to go along with it.
Sex with men was something Fleur did in order to gain something else. It was a rare thing that any man could bring her the satisfaction that her body so desperately craved. A few men came close, usually those who were more experienced, were well-endowed, or at least knew how to pleasure a woman, but all of them paled in comparison to the ecstasy Fleur was experiencing beneath Harry. He hadn't even gone down on her and already Fleur felt like she was about to orgasm, and she hadn't even had to force herself to have one either.
"Ugh!" Fleur moaned in pure bliss into the bed sheet as Harry pounded away. His hands were kneading her ass cheeks as he rammed his cock inside of her. Merlin, she never let out uncontrolled sounds like that. Unconsciously, Fleur raised her ass just the slightest amount, helping Harry to force his cock as deep as it could go inside of her.
This was a side of sex that Fleur had only ever dreamed of experiencing. Older Veela had told her tales about what 'true sex' was like, as they called it. When someone who was so perfect first entered inside of you, you'd know in that instant that they were the one who'd be able to satisfy you forever. It seemed like Fleur had just found that person.
"You feel so good," Harry moaned. He gave her ass a hard smack, one that Fleur was sure was going to leave a red mark, and she squealed in delight. Fleur was being turned into a pool of putty beneath him, and she couldn't be any happier. "I'm getting close."
No! Fleur's eyes shot open. She didn't want this to end! Unfortunately, her body refused to listen. Her pussy kept contracting around the cock that was pounding her insides, trying to push it to the point of no return. She didn't have the willpower to stop her body from doing what it could to make Harry finish inside of her.
As Harry's cock pulsed inside of her, Fleur felt her own walls start to flutter in time with him. She was going to have an orgasm, and from the incredible heat building up around her pussy, Fleur knew that it was going to be the most powerful one of her life.
"Almost . . ." Harry groaned slowly. His hips were moving back and forth so quickly now that Fleur simply lost all control. Her body went slack on the bed as Harry's massive cock fucked her into a stupor. Her mouth hung open and a thin line of drool was spilling out onto the bedsheets.
Fleur knew right when Harry was going to cum; she could simply sense it when men were close to finishing. All of that energy bubbling up inside of him was matched by her own body, and Fleur felt her entire body shiver in anticipation.
"I'm-" Harry never finished the sentence as he let out a guttural groan as his orgasm hit. Fleur was unable to muffle her voice as she cried out too, screeching in delight as her pussy spasmed as she came.
It was like a torrent suddenly filled her. Fleur felt scarcely aware of anything other than the incapacitating levels of pleasure that were pounding through her entire body, but she did feel when Harry came inside of her. Her pussy constricted tightly around his cock just as the first spurt of cum was set to leave his shaft, and that made it travel all the faster deep into her pussy. Then the next one came, and then the next, and it kept going on as Fleur's body helped Harry to spill as much of his seed inside of her as possible.
As Fleur cried out in pleasure again, she felt a strange turn in her stomach. At first she thought it was just her body being so overwhelmed that it was sending mixed signals to her brain, only she realized soon after that it was something else entirely. She felt herself changing.
Her hair was the first thing to change. Those curly brown locks reverted back to her beautiful, wavy blond hair. She felt herself return back to her normal height next, then her breasts and ass grew to their normal sizes and her waist slimmed down to perfection. Over the course of just a few seconds, her body transformed back into her usual self.
Fleur had expected to feel fear; after all, this was what she had been worried would happen if things progressed too far. Instead, she simply felt pleasure and satisfaction. Harry's eyes were locked onto her body as she changed back.
Good, Fleur thought to herself, let him know that it was me and not Hermione that gave him this experience.
"Fleur?" Harry said in confusion. He immediately pushed himself off of her, falling back onto the bed. Fleur let out a involuntarily sound of sadness as his cock pulled out of her pussy. She felt his cum following it, leaking out of her pink lips and down onto the bedsheets.
"Yes," Fleur's voice was shaky even though she tried to project confidence. Harry had just fucked her so thoroughly and better than anyone else had, and Fleur could tell that it was limiting her usual poise. She tried to sit up, but her limbs were like jelly. Still, she managed to flip over onto her butt, letting the skirt flip back over to cover herself up. She could feel her breasts straining against the too-small bra and top. A couple of the buttons looked ready to burst off. "It is me."
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by the curtains around his bed being thrown open. Hermione Granger stood there, fury evident all over her face and her wand pointed right at Fleur. "You bitch!"
Maybe she was, but she wasn't just any bitch. Fleur's eyes flickered up to meet Harry's, the man who could give her everything that her body craved. Forget the Triwizard Tournament. All she cared about was convincing Harry to fuck her again and again. She'd be his bitch, and she knew that she was ready to do anything to earn her place.
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