"Au revoir, mon chéri," Fleur said, blowing Harry a kiss as she got up from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. By now, most of the students were used to their blatant flirting out in the open. There had been catcalls and suggestive comments made at first, but Harry and Fleur had been sure to shut that down before it could become a real annoyance. Now, everyone mostly ignored it.
Well, everyone except for one notable exception.
As Fleur started to walk away, putting that little bit of extra sway into her hips with the knowledge that Harry would be staring at her perfectly pert behind, she suddenly somehow found herself falling to the floor.
She managed to catch herself with her hands before her face could smack off of the hard stone, but that didn't stop the peals of laughter that rang out throughout the Great Hall at her gaff.
"Are you alright, Fleur?" Harry called out, seeming genuinely concerned. He was already out of his seat and making his way over to Fleur when she managed to stand back up.
"I'm fine," she replied, brushing off the little bit of dirt that ended up on her robes. Dozens of amused faces looked on at her, but there was only one that mattered to Fleur.
Partially obscured by her messy brown hair, Hermione Granger looked at Fleur with a self-satisfied smirk on her lips.
Hermione was getting more bold, Fleur noted, if she was willing to come after her right in front of Harry. Fleur knew that it wasn't her own fault that she tripped; all of her movements were perfectly calculated and she never put a single toe out of place. But how had Hermione managed to do this? There was no way, no matter how subtle, that she'd manage to cast a spell on Fleur right in front of her without her knowing.
However, her eyes widened slightly in realization when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a slightly raised stone quickly sink back into the normally even floor.
So, that was how she'd done it. Anything to make Fleur embarrass herself, huh? Well, Fleur had handled far worse over the years at Beauxbatons, especially once she hit puberty and her Veela charms started to be noticed by the boys at her school.
Fleur had given Hermione plenty of slack. After all, Fleur had been the one to intrude on Hermione and Harry's relationship. She figured that the girl would eventually get used to Fleur being a part of Harry's life and learn to tolerate her, but she seemed to be getting more territorial instead. Well, there was only one way to handle something like this.
So, when Harry reached Fleur's side, she threw her arms around him and gave him a deep kiss that was completely inappropriate in the middle of the Great Hall like this. Harry's body jumped in surprise, but he quickly leaned into the kiss. Fleur started to arch her back, causing Harry to have to lean forward to keep their lips attached and use his hand to steady her back.
"Ahem!" Minerva McGonagall, the transfiguration professor at Hogwarts called out loudly as she swiftly made her way down in between the tables towards Fleur and Harry.
Given that she didn't want to make things too awkward for Harry, Fleur let him break off the kiss. But, when he stood back up to his full height, Fleur latched herself against his side, making sure her pert breasts were squished up against him suggestively in full view of Hermione.
"Mr Potter, Ms Delacour," Professor McGonagall glared at them sternly. "The Great Hall is not a place for you two to put your . . . dalliances on display."
Harry at least had the decency to look bashful. "Sorry, Professor," he murmured.
"My apologies as well, Professor McGonagall," Fleur dipped her chin slightly. "Harry has just been so kind and caring to me; it's sometimes hard to remember that the rest of the world exists when I'm around him."
"Yes, well," McGonagall replied, her tone softening at the obvious look of love that Fleur shot at Harry. "In the future, I'd ask that you maintain proper decorum in public, regardless of how you two feel about one another."
"Yes, Professor," Harry and Fleur replied together.
The corner of McGonagall's lips curved upwards as she shook her head. "Just like his parents in their last year," she murmured quietly to herself as she walked back up to the Head Table.
Harry was still staring at McGonagall with a curious look. Fleur supposed that, being an orphan, he rarely had a chance to really know what his parents were like beyond these brief snippets. Well, she hoped that it hadn't put him out of the mood.
Fleur tugged gently on Harry's arm. "What do you say we take the morning off and go somewhere private? We can skip our classes whenever we want since we're Champions after all," she asked, giving him her most charming smile.
From the way his eyes darkened slightly, Fleur knew that she had him. "That sounds good to me," he replied.
Fleur latched onto Harry's arm as she so often did and let Harry lead them out of the Great Hall. She kept Hermione in the periphery of her vision the entire time, simultaneously relishing in the barely hidden look of fury on her face and ensuring that there were no immediate reprisals. It wasn't until they were out of the Great Hall and headed back towards the staircase that Fleur relaxed some.
"So-" Fleur began to speak, but Harry beat her to it.
"Has Hermione done anything like that before?" He asked suddenly, looking at her curiously.
Fleur was surprised. She hadn't realized that Harry had noticed that Hermione had done anything; after all, she hadn't seen anything either until the spell was ending. But, if he did, why didn't he say anything before? "Nothing so open," Fleur answered honestly. "But, surely you've noticed how displeased she's been ever since I entered your life."
Harry nodded pensively, and Fleur gave him a moment to collect his thoughts as they started up the staircase. "For the longest time, it's just been me and her together. We were friends at first, and then we became something more. We certainly don't have a traditional relationship, and I've fucked plenty of other girls with or without Hermione present, but I've never let anyone else get close to me like you have."
That wasn't surprising. Despite his somewhat easy-going persona, Fleur knew that Harry deeply respected talented, dedicated, and skillful people more than others. He had a careful eye for these things and he wanted someone who could match his seriousness, skill, and drive. It was one of the reasons he was drawn to her. She was a powerful witch yet to hit her prime, incredibly talented at various fields of magic and its theory, and was an amazing fuck; what else was there to ask for? There weren't many witches who could meet all of that criteria. She wouldn't be surprised if several girls had tried to offer themselves over to Harry completely as Fleur had. Harry obviously turned them down.
Harry let out a little sigh of frustration. "Before, I could rely on Hermione for everything. She's smarter than me, her research is second to none, and she truly cares about me as a person. She's a wonderfully good woman who has dedicated herself to me, and I've done my best to reciprocate in my own ways to show her how much I appreciate her. She's been my confidant, and I trust her with my life. And then you showed up." He paused and met Fleur's gaze. "You tricked your way into my life, but I respected the cleverness of your ploy. And ever since you dedicated yourself to me, I've never had any reason to doubt your sincerity or loyalty."
His words made Fleur swell with pride. She had done her best to be as open and honest with Harry as possible; after she had found someone that her Veela magic responded to, there was no way that she was going to do anything to jeopardize her relationship with him.
"Now that I've gotten to know you better, I . . ." Harry paused, frowning lightly in thought. "It sounds so silly to say it, but I trust you like I trust Hermione, and you complement each other so well. Hermione's a researcher but you're a fighter. She's a lot more submissive whereas you like to be dominant. She has an analytical mind but you have a clever one. I don't see you two as being in competition with one another. To me, you two work in harmony. Or, well, you could if you two got along better."
Ah, that was exactly what Fleur hoped she wouldn't hear. She was overjoyed at hearing Harry tell her how much he trusted her and all of the things he valued in her, but it was that last bit that was stuck in her mind. He wanted her and Hermione to work together.
Fleur was possessive, she knew that. She wanted Harry all to herself, but she had been willing to compromise and allow Hermione her place for a time. But now that didn't seem a feasible reality with Hermione continually initiating hostilities with her.
Merlin, the sacrifices she gave to be with this man.
"I'll try to talk to her," Fleur said, holding back the sigh she wanted to exhale. "If it would make you happy."
"It would," Harry assured her with that stupidly cute smile of his. "And I'll have a talk with her too about my expectations. After all, I can't have her damaging your goods," he joked as his hand playfully smacked her butt.
A thrill shot through Fleur as she squeezed Harry's arms tighter to her breasts. They were so close to the Gryffindor Common Room, but she didn't know if she could wait. Her panties were already damp with arousal from the way he had been talking about her.
But, before Fleur could do or say anything, Harry's hand returned to her ass and started groping her openly. Fleur's body trembled at his touch, her magic responding in the most pleasurable way to receiving this physical affection from the man who's a perfect fit for her. She couldn't help but glance behind her in the hopes that someone would see them like this, but the stairway was completely vacant as all of the students were on their way to their morning classes.
"Harry," Fleur whined as she pressed her hand to his chest and looked up at his beautiful green eyes.
"Yes?" He responded teasingly, knowing exactly what he was doing to her. He kept squeezing her perfect ass in his hand, even as Fleur's thighs started to rub together as she walked from how needy she was starting to feel.
"Merde," Fleur breathed out. "I want you."
"I know, but you'll just have to wait a little longer," Harry replied.
Thankfully, the Fat Lady portrait wasn't far. She was humming a quiet tune until Harry called out the password. She examined Fleur with a critical gaze but opened up regardless, letting the two of them into the Gryffindor Common Room.
Fleur all but pulled Harry over to the stairwell, desperate to get up to his room. However, once her feet touched the first step, she froze as a light tingling sensation washed over her.
The breeze was the first thing Fleur felt as all of her clothes vanished from her body. She was completely nude, and frozen in place. Harry's eyes greedily roamed her body as he extricated his arm out from between her breasts and took a few steps up to look down on her. He twirled his wand between his fingers. Then, with two swift flicks, he sent two invisible jets of magic towards her.
Even though she couldn't look down to see what Harry had put on her, she knew exactly what it was: a leather choker and a small leash attached to it.
"When the curse ends, I want you down on your hands and knees," Harry told her.
Fuck, this was so hot. Fleur's entire body felt flush and she could feel the goosebumps forming over her skin. Everything that this wonderful man did made her magic sing in just the right way; it was the blissful experience she had always dreamed it would be.
When Harry silently ended his earlier spell, Fleur immediately dropped onto her hands and knees. She knew that he was getting a great look at her ass from above, so she wiggled it back and forth suggestively. The lust in his eyes was evident enough to her that she was already starting to crawl up the stairs when he tugged on the leash.
Harry led her up the winding staircase while he walked backwards, watching every little movement her body made as she crawled. Fleur did her best to look as sexy as possible, but it was so hard to do when she was so turned on. She kept bringing her thighs together and making them rub against each other in the hopes that it would help scratch the itch she was feeling in between her legs, but she knew that it would be a fruitless endeavour until Harry's thick cock was stuck inside of her.
Harry came to a stop on the landing where his dorm lay and waited for her. Fleur crawled up over the top step and moved just in front of Harry.
Without warning, Harry lashed out harshly, spanking her ass hard with his hand. Fleur's entire body jolted forward and she let out a soft gasp as a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Harry said huskily as two of his fingers ran over her sopping wet pussy.
Fleur bit her lip to stop the moan from escaping her mouth and looked back at Harry. He was crouched down behind her, staring right at her pussy where his two fingers were starting to probe her. He spread her lips wide apart, looking right at her pink inner flesh. He gently pushed a single finger inside of her, and this time Fleur couldn't help but moan.
Harry smirked at her reaction. "You're so needy," he teased. "Imagine what you'd do without me."
Undoubtedly she'd be doing what she did before she met Harry: having unsatisfactory sex with random men or be busy masturbating on her bed, teasing her clit and fingering her pussy like mad in a desperate attempt to get herself off. It only worked a few times a month, so she was always out searching for the one man who could bring her true pleasure. She was just lucky that she had found Harry so soon into her life; there were several Veela who didn't find one until they were several decades old, or even not at all. At best, they could hope that the mate of another Veela would be able to connect with their magic too, but those relationships tended to end quite poorly as Veela were notoriously jealous people.
Fleur's cheek touched the cool stone floor as she rested her head down while Harry kept exploring her insides with his fingers. They were thoroughly coated in her juices so he was easily able to slide in and out of her with minimal resistance.
When he pulled his fingers out, Fleur opened up her mouth to whine at the loss, but that never came to fruition as Harry jammed his messy fingers into her mouth. "Lick me clean," he ordered her.
Fleur quickly lapped at the fingers that were stuck deep into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around them and sucked off any excess juices that remained until they were perfectly clean.
"Good girl," Harry said after he pulled out his fingers and examined them.
Merlin, it felt wonderful to hear him call her that. She wanted to be his good girl; his obedient little slut who would do anything he asked of her. Her pussy was practically burning with desire when he picked back up her leash and pulled her along to his bedroom.
"On the bed," he ordered her again.
Fleur literally leapt onto the bed, sticking out her ass right at Harry. She heard the subtle sound of a spell vanishing something and then-
"Ah!" Fleur cried out in pleasure as Harry's cock rammed into her pussy. His cock was so thick and hard as ever, it was a wonder that her Veela magic actually allowed her to accommodate something so large inside of her; she didn't know how Hermione was able to handle it regularly. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock instinctively. Her inner walls were squeezing his cock tightly, and it was like she could feel every curve of it inside of her.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure that left her stunned, Harry didn't seem as debilitated as her. His hands pawed at her plump ass cheeks, finding a firm grip while he started to fuck her hard. There was no need to warm her up at all since she was already so fucking wet. Her juices coated the entirety of his cock and even started to spill out onto his balls as he pounded his cock into her.
"You love it when I get all rough, don't you?" He asked as his hips smacked off her ass.
"I do," Fleur panted. "I love it."
Harry smacked her ass hard with his hand, leaving a red imprint on her wonderfully round cheek. "Your tight cunt was made for my cock."
"Yes, yes," Fleur whimpered. Fuck! How could anything feel this good? Every thrust into her wet folds sent another tremor of pleasure through her body.
Harry gave a particularly hard thrust, ramming Fleur forward. Her arms fell out from underneath her and she fell face-first into Harry's pillow. His scent filled her nostrils as he continued to plow into her pussy. Her knees were shaking, but they were staying upright for the moment.
"Mon dieu," Fleur cried out into the pillow.
"Oh, you haven't even had the best yet," Harry assured her.
Fleur believed him, even though her body was telling her that it was impossible for anything to feel better than her lover using her pussy roughly like this. Harry made her feel complete, like everything was right in the world, when he fucked her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and the pleasure she felt made her nerves sing in harmony and her limbs turn into jelly.
The creaking of the bed came to a halt as Harry suddenly pulled himself out of Fleur. Immediately, her cries of pleasure turned into quiet whimpers of need as her pussy felt so cold and empty without Harry's big cock inside of it.
"Harry," Fleur whined as her fingers reached between her legs to find her clit. She rubbed at herself furiously, hoping to find a fraction of the pleasure she felt when Harry had been fucking her, but it just didn't feel right.
"Just a moment, my love," he said as he stepped off of the bed.
A moment was too long, far too long. Fleur pushed a couple fingers inside of her wet pussy and started thrusting them in and out frantically.
"Please, come back," Fleur groaned. It was like her fingers were trying to stoke a dying flame. They couldn't save it, only prolong its limited life span. What she needed was a nice, big log to reignite the flame inside of her.
Suddenly, Harry whispered something unintelligible and then it was like a wash of cool air and wetness coursed through her ass.
"Harry?" Fleur barely had the chance to say his name before he was back on the bed and pressing his cock to her. She felt the slick coating of her juices on his cock as the head of it poked her ass.
"I know you've given yourself over to me completely," Harry began as his cock poked her over and over again, moving slightly each time. "But, I haven't felt every inch of you yet."
Fleur only realized what he was getting at when the head of his cock came to a stop at her puckered asshole.
A shiver ran through her body. Merlin, this man was everything she could have hoped for. Like any other Veela, anal sex was just as good as vaginal sex; their bodies were designed to please others and to be pleased in return. With Harry, the man who made her magic sing, she could only imagine how incredible this would feel. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait long.
"Do it," Fleur moaned as she reached back to grab her ass cheeks. She spread them wide apart for Harry and buried her face in his pillow as she waited for him to push inside of her.
Harry pushed forward against her impossibly tight hole for a second before the head of his cock managed to pop inside of her asshole. Fleur's eyes widened incredibly and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt like she was being torn in two by Harry's massive girth. She could literally feel her tight hole stretching wider and wider to fit around his cock. It felt so incredibly hot inside of her, contrasting with the coolness of the lube he magically applied.
"Fuck," Harry hissed as his cock sank deeper into Fleur's ass. He pulled on her hips to help force his cock deeper inside of her. He kept going until Fleur could feel every inch of his cock buried inside of her.
"Merde," she breathed out into the pillow. She thought he felt massive in her pussy, but it was at a completely other level in her ass. It felt like he was rearranging her insides due to his size.
And it all felt so pleasurable.
Harry rocked his hips against her ass, making his balls smack off of her pussy. "Your ass is too tight; it's like I can barely move" he complained teasingly as he leaned over her to whisper into her ear. "I'm going to have to do something about that. Maybe I'll fuck your ass every day and night until it gets used to having my cock slide inside of it."
Fleur's body tensed, including her asshole around Harry's cock, at his wonderful words. He made her feel like such a slut, which she supposed she was. But, she was his slut, and only his. It felt wonderful to be desired by him.
When Harry started moving, Fleur swore that she was going to see stars from the overwhelming pleasure. She could feel her asshole clinging ever so tightly to his shaft as he pulled back his hips, but he managed to move back regardless thanks to the lubrication and her juices all over his cock. Then, he rammed back inside of her and she really did see stars.
Fleur screamed into the pillow as Harry started to fuck her ass. Her body was already starting to adapt to Harry's cock, allowing him to make deep, powerful thrusts without hurting her. He was free to pound into her with reckless abandon, and all she'd feel from it was pleasure.
"Do you like this?" Harry groaned into her ear over the sound of his hips smacking her ass. "How does my cock feel in your ass?"
"I love it!" Fleur cried out. "Please keep fucking my ass!"
With Harry's weight bearing down on her back, Fleur just laid there as Harry fucked her faster and harder. Her mewling cries of pleasure were muffled against the pillow but still loud enough for Harry to hear. His heavy grunts and moans sounded heavenly to Fleur's ears, and it made her spread her ass cheeks open even wider to make sure he could fuck her as deeply as possible.
Fleur had been close to an orgasm when Harry had been fucking her pussy, but the brief period he spent outside of her had cooled her off somewhat. But now she felt like she was getting right back into it. Her entire body was burning, and her ass kept contracting around his cock in a desperate attempt to make him cum inside of her. It always felt so magical to a Veela to have their partner finish inside of them.
Harry's powerful thrusts grew stronger as his panting grew more forced. Fleur could feel his magic responding to hers. Her need became his need. Her pleasure became his pleasure. And her closeness to the finish line became his too.
"Harry!" Fleur moaned. "Cum in my ass! Fill me up!"
One of Harry's hands pressed her head into the pillow as he forced his torso up so that he could really give her the last few powerful thrusts that they both needed to finish. Fleur's ass was spasming uncontrollably around his cock, and her clit felt like it was on fire every time Harry's balls smacked off of it, and-
"Yes!" Fleur screamed as her entire body was wracked with a tremor. Her orgasm hit her hard like a sudden torrential downpour of pleasure as her body suddenly tightened up. Her ass clamped down on Harry's cock, and that's when she felt his seed start to shoot into her ass.
"Fleur!" Harry cried out as he started to cum. With how tight Fleur was clamping down on him, he was barely able to move inside of her as he came. Fleur felt his seed start to fill her ass up as he just kept unloading inside of her. That, combined with the pleasure of her own orgasm, led to something completely new happening to her.
At first, it felt like she really needed to pee. It was only after an intense burst of pleasure hit that Fleur realized that she was about to squirt.
A gush of liquid shot out of her right onto Harry's bed. Fleur's eyes rolled into the back of her head as everything became too much to process. Everything was just so perfect, and it was impossible to put into words just how wonderful she felt right now.
It felt like an eternity before Fleur released all of the tension in her body and sagged onto Harry's bed. Harry fell down onto the bed beside her, rolling both of them onto their sides in order for his cock to stay inside of her. He pulled her back against his heaving chest, relishing in the bliss that they had just experienced together.
"You're an absolute delight," Harry murmured into her ear as he brushed some of her beautiful hair away from her face.
Fleur let out a throaty chuckle and wiggled her body back against him, wanting every little curve to be touching his skin. "The feeling's mutual, mon chéri."
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