Harry Potter and the Veela's Challenge

by Anubisathh

Hermione finds herself embroiled in a challenge for Harry's affection with Fleur Delacour. As the challenge progresses and Hermione and Fleur engage in increasingly debaucherous acts, Hermione wonders if she hasn't bitten off more than she can chew. Will she stand a chance against the beautiful Fleur?

The Great Hall was crowded, as it always was during breakfast. The air was filled with a pleasant buzz of activity, rapid voices and shouts from students all around. Conversation was ripe, the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament was still fresh on people's minds. Its triumphant contestant, one Harry Potter, was quietly nursing a bowl of honeyed porridge, but he was still yet to take a single spoonful. It was hard to eat when he could see so many eyes following his every movement. Luckily, his best friend was doing a good job of distracting him.

"But what about the merpeople, Harry!" Hermione said eagerly. She was sitting next to him, so close that they were almost touching shoulders. Her own bowl was similarly untouched. "They actually talked to you? What did they say"

Harry stirred his porridge. His stomach growled.

"Not much. Just warnings that I should take Ron and leave. They mostly hissed and roared at me."

Hermione shivered.

That's so scary! I can't believe they would allow you to face them all by yourself! Were you scared?"

Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, kind of."

Hermione waited for more, but Harry was focused on his meal. Clearly he was still embarrassed at how he'd rescued not only his own hostage but the Beauxbatons champion's hostage as well. He was convinced that if he left Gabrielle she would be lost forever... only to find out that there never was any danger in the first place. Despite his heroics propelling him to second place, Harry still felt extremely gullible for believing that they would leave a student under the lake, hence his bad mood. Just as he raised his spoon, Hermione sighed deeply and grabbed his arm.

"Well, I'm just happy you're safe. Especially after what happened to Ron."

Ron had unfortunately developed some minor complications from his underwater stay. He was still bedridden with a nasty cold. Hermione reminded herself to pay him a visit later.

"You know," she said, "I'm actually surprised that it was Ron. The person you had to save, I mean."

Harry looked at her in surprise.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, I was half-expecting it would be... me. You do care about me, right?"

Harry stirred awkwardly in his bowl.

"Of course I do. You're my best friend. Just like Ron."

Hermione's grip on Harry deflated a bit.

"Just like Ron, huh…"

"Well, not exactly like Ron, but- I mean- well..." he quickly scooped a bit of porridge into his mouth.

Hermione sighed. Just then, a voice interrupted them.

"'Arry."

Both of them looked up. Fleur Delacour was standing in front with a sly grin on her face. Hermione could smell the intoxicating perfume emanating from her. As with most boys, Harry seemed awestruck by the French student's beauty. Hermione felt a flash of jealousy.

"I just wanted thank you for saving Gabrielle," Fleur said to Harry. "That was really very brave. I don't know what I would do without 'er."

Every syllable was dripping with sensuality. Harry's face was quickly turning red.

"Ah, don't mention it," he mumbled.

"If you ever need anything from moi," Fleur whispered as she began to lean in, her breasts inches from his face, "you only 'ave to ask..."

Fleur bent down and kissed Harry on the cheek. It wasn't just a quick peck, though. She kept her sultry lips on his cheek for several seconds, moaning softly. Hermione thought she even saw the pink of her tongue. When Fleur finally pulled back, her lips retracted with a lewd squishing sound. Some of the other students nearby were staring at the scene in disbelief. Harry seemed about ready to faint.

"Au revoir, mon cheri," Fleur smiled.

She blew Hermione a kiss, then turned around and strutted back to her table, her ass bouncing through her satin dress every step of the way.

"Whoa…" Hermione heard Harry mumble to himself.

His hand was absentmindedly touching his cheek where Fleur had kissed him, a dumb grin on his face.

"Harry," Hermione said. When he didn't respond, she pulled at his arm. "Hey, Harry!"

Harry blinked and looked at her. The look in his eyes was as if he saw a stranger.

"Remember what we were talking about?" Hermione tried feebly.

Harry had to think.

"Uh, yeah... something about Ron, wasn't it?"

Hermione's shoulders sagged and her arm slipped out of Harry's. As Harry eagerly started delving into his porridge, Hermione looked at Fleur's table, seething with anger.

That afternoon Hermione lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was still seething with what had happened earlier that morning. That French tart…what kind of self-respecting woman would even think about doing something like that? She was basically licking Harry's cheek all over! The sheer brazenness of it baffled Hermione. She was starting to wonder if this whole contest hadn't been one big mistake.

Two days prior, as Hermione sat in the Gryffindor commons area working on her Potions homework, Fleur had barged into the room. Since the arrival of the Beauxbaton student at Hogwarts, Hermione had barely exchanged two words with her, yet Fleur promptly sat down at Hermione's table as if they were old friends.

'Ah, bonjour. 'Ermione Granger… always busy with your schoolwork, oui?" she observed.

Hmmph. Of all the people to correctly pronounce her name first time, it had to be her. Hermione had never really liked Fleur. There was an almost instinctual resentment that had only grown the longer the French student stayed at Hogwarts. Though Hermione would never admit it, it likely had something to do with the fact that all the boys were head over heels for the beautiful Fleur. And despite being a girl, even Hermione felt a hint of attraction when she was near the half-Veela. She was fully aware it was due to the Veela magic, but knowing that only annoyed her more.

Fleur kept staring at Hermione with a curious look, as if she were looking for something, though whatever that was Hermione didn't know.

"Don't you have to prepare for the Third Task?" Hermione said with more venom than she intended.

"'Ow can you prepare for something you know nothing about? Besides, I wanted to talk to you about something else."

This piqued Hermione's curiosity. What could the two of them possibly have to talk about?

"Like what?" Hermione asked. "It's not as if we have any common interests."

"You think so," Fleur said coyly. "'Ow about 'Arry?"

The mix of emotions Hermione felt at the mention of that name ranged from surprise to confusion to, for some reason, anger.

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

The hint of a smile flashed over Fleur's face, as if Hermione's reaction was exactly what she'd been looking for, before it was replaced by her usual haughty expression.

"I 'ave been fascinated with 'im for the longest time. 'E is rich, famous, talented, 'andsome and yet so completely unaware of 'imself. 'E stayed behind and saved my sister, Gabrielle, even though 'e reached the hostages first. 'E sacrificed a sure victory for a little girl 'e 'ardly knew.

"'E is a rare breed, 'Ermione. Brave. Strong. Kind. A true man. Any girl would be lucky to have 'im, non? But still no girlfriend. Why, I wonder…?"

She fixed the poor brunette with a strange look that made Hermione feel very exposed.

"That... it's none of your business!" Hermione snapped. "Why do you even care?"

Fleur wagged her finger.

"Ah, but it is my business. I am Veela, you see. We Veela mate for life so we must choose our partners well. Only the very best will do. On my last birthday, my magic came into its own and now the time has come for me to choose a mate of my own."

Hermione felt a nauseating sensation in her stomach.

"And I choose 'Arry."

Hermione jumped up from her seat, knocking her books off the table. Fleur remained seated, an amused smile on her face.

"How dare you?!" Hermione yelled. "You think you have the right to take him just because your magic says so? He'd never choose someone like you! He hardly knows you!"

Fleur tilted her head slightly. If the insult had hurt her, she didn't show it.

"Such a fierce reaction! Tell me dear, who else would 'Arry pick over moi? You?"

Fleur's eyes sparkled mischievously, daring Hermione to contradict her. Hermione felt a fiery anger swell up inside her.

"You bitch! If I wanted to get with Harry, I could do it in an instant!" she proclaimed.

"Mon Dieu, such fire! Tell me, what makes you think 'e would choose you?"

The question caught Hermione off-guard. Now that she was put on the spot, Hermione was surprised to find she had to think about it. What did she offer Harry?

"W-well, I'm…I'm his best friend!"

"So is Ronald Weasley," Fleur replied calmly, "or so I 'ear, but I do not think 'Arry is in any rush to couple with 'im."

Hermione was taken aback. She wasn't used to having this kind of argument,

"I'm smart! The smartest in my year, in fact!"

Fleur nodded patiently.

"Oui, that is true. What else?"

Hermione stood awkwardly in place.

"I…my mom always says I have really pretty eyes."

Fleur smiled, but it was a genuine one, without any mockery or malice.

"Your mother is correct. But, my dear, if that is all you offer 'Arry, tristement, you will not win. Not against moi, not against the world."

Hermione didn't know why Fleur was doing this, but now that she was in the thick of it, Hermione felt the desperate need to prove herself to the French girl. She wracked her brain, trying to come up with an answer.

What made her special? There were plenty of smart girls at Hogwarts and plenty more with pretty eyes. One of them was sitting opposite of her. But what made her different? Hermione thought back of all that had happened to her over the years: the encounter with the troll, the adventures with the time-turner, her struggles to free the house-elves and now the tournament… and then it became clear to her.

"I never give up," she spoke with utmost certainty. "Not when it comes to things I care about. And especially not when it comes to Harry."

Fleur's eyes brightened.

"Parfaite!" She clapped her hands together. "As I predicted, you will make a worthy opponent."

Fleur rose from her seat, her eyes locked with Hermione's. Her generous bust jiggled from the swift motion.

"Consider our little challenge begun."

And that's how Hermione found herself facing off against Fleur Delacour for…well, Harry. Both girls had to try and seduce Harry by whatever means necessary short of magic, and whoever he ended up choosing at the end won. Hermione wasn't even sure why she'd accepted the frankly ridiculous challenge. But the thought of Fleur wrapping the unsuspecting Harry around her finger was more than she could bear.

And Harry…Hermione had always secretly felt strongly for him, ever since he rescued her from the troll. It was something deeper than friendship and she'd repeatedly tried to give him hints to that effect. But for all his heroism, Harry was extremely poor at catching the, so Hermione believed, obvious hints she was sending him. Which meant that despite everything, they were still just friends. Then Fleur had strutted in and with one kiss on the cheek had achieved more than Hermione ever had with her cautious approach. Fleur, with her pink lips, perfectly manicured fingers, that enticing blush on her cheeks…

Hermione sat up in her bed. That was it! She knew exactly what she needed to do. Or rather, who she needed to see. The one girl everyone went to for their make-up needs and tips.

Lavender Brown.

When Hermione found Lavender and revealed her intentions, Lavender squealed in joy.

"Oh Hermione, you don't know how long I've wanted to get my hands on you! You've always had so much potential, all you need is just a little extra oomph."

Hermione spent the next half hour on a chair in front of Lavender undergoing a complete make-over. Lavender was methodical, like a surgeon. A table filled with odds and ends stood next to her as she tried different kinds of lipstick, foundation, mascara, all to find the perfect fit for Hermione. All the while Lavender gave her tips and tricks on how to look at her best. Lavender never asked why Hermione suddenly wanted a make-over, and for that Hermione was grateful.

At the end of it all, Hermione left with a bag filled with various make-up, and a newly gained confidence. Playtime was over.

If Fleur wanted a challenge, she would get one.

When Hermione entered the Great Hall that evening for dinner, Harry was already seated. What's more, Fleur was sitting next to him, leaning in close as she whispered to him. Her hand was on his lap, and she was toying with her hair with her other hand. Every now and then she giggled at something Harry said. As Hermione walked through the hall, a low mumbling spread through the tables. Both Harry and Fleur noticed that heads were turning to look at something. When they looked up, they saw what all the huff was about.

"Holy-" Harry gaped.

Hermione walked up towards the pair, an air of cool confidence in her stride. She looked stunning. She wore a red shade of lipstick, her lips slightly curled in amusement. The dark cream mascara brought out her hazelnut eyes in stunning fashion and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She looked like a completely different person. Hermione didn't even bother looking at either Harry or Fleur, walking past their table without a word.

"H-Hi Hermione," Harry stumbled.

Hermione turned around and gave Harry an aloof smile.

"Oh, hi, Harry."

"You, uh, you look nice," Harry said, awkward as ever. "Like, really nice."

His face was bright red, his green eyes wide and darting across her face. Hermione was cheering inwardly, especially when she noticed Fleur was glaring at her with ill-concealed envy. Hermione blew a kiss in their direction, before turning on her heels and casually strutting away. Observers might have thought the kiss was meant for Harry, but Fleur knew better.

It was meant for her.

Now that it was clear that neither girl was ready to give up without a fight, it became a matter of who was willing to go the furthest to achieve their goal. And Fleur was the one to make the first move.

The next morning, during breakfast, Fleur entered the hall in what could only be described as a scandalously trimmed down version of her light-blue Beauxbatons uniform. Her normally knee length dress now barely reached to her thighs and the top three buttons of her shirt were left unbuttoned, showing a glimpse of her white bra. The sheer scandalousness of her outfit had half the hall gaping at her, and the hungry looks of the boys left no secret as to what they fantasized doing to the French student. Fleur, however, only had eyes for Harry and she was quick to cozy up to him. When Hermione entered the hall a few minutes later, Harry didn't even notice, fully enthralled by Fleur. All Hermione could do was gnash her teeth in silence.

Not to be outdone, Hermione arrived the following morning with her own modified uniform, which was even more risqué than Fleur's. Her grey skirt was cut so high it more resembled a miniskirt, her black garter stockings only adding to the slutty effect of her outfit. To the delight of all the boys present, Hermione had an unexpectedly plump rear that used its newfound freedom to wobble viciously. Each step she took gave a glimpse of the undersides of her asscheeks, barely contained in straining white panties. Her V-neck sweater was two sizes too small and she didn't wear her customary white shirt underneath it. The outlines of her teardrop breasts were clearly visible, stretching the fabric to a near transparency. Unsurprisingly, this time it was Hermione who Harry couldn't keep his eyes off, and Fleur was the one left green with envy.

Things only escalated further from there.

A few days later, Hermione managed to lure Harry into a walk by the lake. She had chosen a particularly eye catching set of white tights that morning, just to make sure Harry agreed. There they were, strolling along the shore arm-in-arm, when Fleur suddenly emerged from the water beside them. She wore only a skimpy blue bikini, the top barely covering her nipples, squishing her round tits onto her torso. As she strutted up to them, she swept her drenched hair to the side and wrung it with her hands. The sunlight highlighted every droplet on her lithe body. There was a seductive sway to her wide hips that made Harry's breath disappear.

Ah, 'Arry," she said, completely ignoring Hermione, "what a coincidence. I was just practicing my swimming. Care to join me? Ze water is very warm."

Harry stared at her dumbfounded.

"I-I…" he stammered.

"You can also just watch," Fleur said, rubbing her hands over her body sensually. "I won't mind."

"CANT!" Hermione squeaked, drawing a surprised look from Harry. She blushed and recomposed herself. "We can't, I'm afraid. We have plenty of homework to do in the library and we'll be late if we hang around much longer."

"Wait," Harry murmured, "what homework?"

"The- the potions homework, obviously!"

"I thought we'd already done that?"

"Is zere a problem, 'Ermione?" Fleur asked innocently.

"No, we were just leaving!" Hermione insisted. She gave Harry's arm a tug and began pulling him towards the castle.

"What a shame," Fleur sighed. "I really could 'ave used your advice, 'Arry. I think my breaststroke needs some work."

With that, she strutted back towards the water, allowing them a full viewing of her lovely derriere bouncing in her thin bikini bottoms.

Hermione had to all but drag Harry away.

Fleur's lewd behaviour was pushing Hermione to do things her old self would never have even considered. It was like an arms race for public indecency!
Not a day later, as Harry and Hermione were once again studying in the library, Hermione coincidentally decided she needed a book on one of the high shelves.

"But I thought you already had notes on 'Theories of Numerology'?" Harry asked from the bottom of the ladder.

"I do," Hermione replied as she climbed. "This is 'New Theory of Numerology' by Lukas Karuzos."

She heard Harry scoff and could imagine his signature smirk.

"Oh, well, obviously, how could I have such a simple mist..." Harry quickly trailed off.

Standing on the top rung, she had to strain on her tiptoes to reach it. Harry, who was standing below her to keep the stool steady, was treated to a full view of the scarlet panties Hermione had put on that morning. She could hear him gasp and his breathing quicken.

"I think I've almost got it," she gasped as sensually as she could muster. She wiggled her backside, pretending to reach up. She heard a sharp intake of breath and the rustle of fabric that must have been Harry straightening his trousers. She smiled in triumph.

Hermione waited in gleeful anticipation for his touch, for the feeling of his calloused fingers grasping one of her cheeks. Surely even Harry wouldn't miss such a blatant invitation. But after a few seconds she heard nothing. Then another few seconds passed and still nothing happened. It got to a point that Hermione couldn't possibly excuse anymore time up the ladder. She clumsily grabbed the book she was looking for and dismounted the ladder. Harry was there waiting for her, still flushed in the face, but otherwise non-plussed.

"Oh, you found it then?" he said brightly, gesturing to the book in her hand.

Hermione almost threw it at him.

The frantic race between Hermione and Fleur didn't stop there. At dinner a few days later, both girls were seated at either side of Harry, practically rubbing their bodies against him, eyeing each other venomously across the table as Harry nervously picked at his food. The tension between Fleur and Hermione could be cut with a knife and more than a few eyes in the hall were secretly staring at the trio, wondering what outrageous antics the two girls were up to next.

"Those treacle tarts get scoffed up so quickly," Harry jokingly complained. "Ah well, you snooze you lose, right?"

It was clearly meant in jest, to try and ease the mood, but instantly both Fleur and Hermione looked down at their plates. Fleur was the only one with a treacle tart. Hermione felt a flash of panic. Fleur wasn't one to let an opportunity like this slip.

"Oh, you can 'ave eet, 'Arry," she said. Hermione could swear she was overdoing the French accent. Innocent as always, Harry's eyes lit up.

"Really? That's awfully nice of you Fleur, thanks!"

"It is nothing," the Veela preened. "You gave your bouillabaisse when we first met, after all."

Fleur handed him the plat with her tart and when their hands touched, her delicate fingers lingered for a moment as she caught Harry's eyes with her own. She leaned into him until her lips were right next to his ear.

"Bon appetit, mon chéri," she softly moaned in his ear.

Harry looked like steam was about to burst from his ears. He gingerly grabbed the tart. Hermione was watching it all unfold with increasing desperation. Fleur was way too good at this. Harry was melting in her hands like butter. She had to do something! Before Harry could take a bite, Hermione butted in.

"Oh, Harry, you don't want to get crumbs all over yourself. Here, let me."

"I think I can-" Harry started, but Hermione had already taken the spoon from him. She held it in one hand, her other hand cupped underneath it, and brought it to Harry's mouth.

"Say 'Aaa'," Hermione said sweetly.

Harry nervously looked around him, before taking a clumsy bite. Despite the surreal situation he was in, he couldn't help but hum in appreciation as the sugary delight landed on his tongue. There was a reason why treacle tart was his favourite. Hermione removed the spoon from his mouth for another scoop when small bit of cream 'accidentally' dropped right onto the milky skin of her chest. Hermione looked down, then up again at Harry. His eyes were wide, staring at Hermione's cleavage. This was it, Hermione realized. This was the moment that decided if she was serious about this challenge. When she glanced to the side, she saw that Fleur had a look of slight disbelief on her face, as if she were thinking "Surely she wouldn't…"

"Oh my. How clumsy of me!"

As Harry and almost all the boys in the hall watched, Hermione scooped up the cream with her finger and stuck it in her mouth, sucking on it seductively for several seconds. She let out a sweet little moan as she did so, keeping her large brown eyes on Harry throughout it all, never looking away for a second. When she finished, Hermione licked her ruby lips and smiled.

"Mmm, I could do that all day," she said with a suggestive wink at Harry.

Little did Hermione know what she had just unleashed, both in Fleur and in herself.

The incident with the treacle tart was the catalyst for an extreme escalation of the challenge between the two girls.

After the scene in the Great Hall, both girls had given up on any subtlety or pretenses. Hermione in particular seemed to have crossed a mental barrier. Whereas Fleur had always been flirty, now Hermione too took full control of her feminine prowess. As the days passed, they became increasingly direct with Harry. They would touch him during mealtimes, caress his cheeks, squeeze his crotch, rub their breasts up against him, tickle him with their feet. They didn't care who was watching, any sense of shame and modesty forgotten.

Their outfits were becoming increasingly slutty as well: their skirts became shorter and shorter, their shirts tighter and tighter. Their asses were all but hanging out, their tits threatening to burst through their tops. Everywhere the girls went, they drew stares: lustful ones from the boys, jealous ones from the girls. Fleur, being a foreign student, didn't receive much comment on her appearance from the faculty. Hermione, however, was well known at Hogwarts. The teachers were more than a little dismayed at seeing the once so demure and studious Hermione transform into a no-holds barred bimbo. Hermione had been cautioned several times by them to dress more appropriately, but it was all in vain. The Hermione from before, the eager teacher's pet, would have instantly obeyed. But the new, slutty Hermione had a mind of her own. All she cared about was conquering Harry.

Fleur's challenge had shown Hermione parts of herself she didn't know existed: confidence, playfulness, seductiveness…it was as if she were becoming a completely different person. And it was obvious Harry liked those parts. Harry saw the old Hermione as just a friend. That Hermione had never made Harry blush. Now, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She wasn't about to stop here.

Nevertheless, Harry still refused to make a move on either Fleur or Hermione. All he would do was blush and stammer, but he still largely carried on as normal. No matter how hard they fought to one-up each other, neither she nor Fleur was wining the real battle. Eventually, Hermione came to the realization this brazen approach wasn't going to work. Which was bizarre, as virtually all the boys in school were eyeballing her like they wanted to drag her into the nearest broom closet and fuck her brains out. There was a time Hermione would have felt elated at receiving so much male attention. But none of it meant anything to her. Harry was all that mattered now.

And then, seemingly out of nowhere, Hermione knew what she had to do.

The idea came to her as she was watching Harry take part in a friendly Quidditch match with Viktor Krum and some of the other Drumstrang students. Viktor would occasionally look up at Hermione in the stands, but she barely had eyes for him anymore. She had long since raised her aspirations.

The other players, however, kept glancing down at the sideline, where Fleur was cheerleading dressed in a scantily red and gold outfit. Whenever she raised her leg high into the air, her golden thong was on full display. When she leaned forward, she pressed her arms against her chest in a V-shape, pushing out her breasts. Even Harry couldn't keep his eyes on the snitch when Fleur was right there on the pitch.

But Hermione didn't feel upset. She knew this kind of performance wouldn't win Harry over. This was simply more of the same Fleur and Hermione had been doing the past few weeks, part of the same doomed cycle. No, a new approach was needed. Something a lot more direct. No more games. And as Harry caught the snitch and the stands erupted in cheers, Hermione stood up, cheering and clapping alongside everyone even as her plan began to take form in her head.

That evening, during dinner, Hermione didn't bother cozying up to Harry. Instead, she slipped him a note with a knowing smile and promptly left the hall. She was faintly aware that Fleur wasn't anywhere to be seen but Hermione didn't have time to think about her romantic rival. Instead, after leaving the hall, Hermione made her way to the boys' dormitory. The rest of Gryffindor house were celebrating in the common room, making it easy for Hermione to sneak by unseen. Once there, Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at herself.

Her school uniform vanished, replaced by a set of red lace lingerie, complete with stockings and elbow gloves, topped with a cute bow tie in her hair. After looking herself over in the mirror, Hermione felt a flush of excitement. No boy could possibly resist this, not even Harry.

This was it. Tonight, Hermione would win the challenge and she and Harry would finally, finally be together! Hermione was just about to climb into Harry's bed and close the curtains when the bathroom door swung open.

Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Fleur was standing in the doorway, caught like a deer in headlights. And not just that: she was wearing an identical outfit to Hermione's, except hers was a baby blue.

For a brief moment, both girls simply stared at each other dumbfounded. They looked each other up and down, and finally to Harry's bed. Then all hell broke loose.

"You BITCH!" Hermione yelled. "How did you know about my plan?!"

"Your plan?" Fleur threw back. "It's my plan! I came up with it first!"

"No, you didn't! I planned this for days! You even copied my outfit!"

"Non, you clearly copied my outfit!"

"How did you even…"

Hermione let out a frustrated shriek. An awkward silence descended on the room as both girls looked at each other uncomfortably.

"So what now?" Fleur finally said.

"Well, clearly, one of us has to leave."

"You're right." She gestured to door. "Au revoir."

"Not me, obviously!"

"Well, I'm certainly not leaving looking like this!"

"Oh, why not? It's hardly worse than what you've been wearing all week, you slut!"

The scantily-clad Veela scoffed.

"You can 'ardly talk."

Hermione wanted to fire back, but managed to contain herself. This petty bickering wasn't getting them anywhere.

"Regardless, we can't both stay," Hermione insisted.

"And yet neither of us can leave," Fleur noted.

Hermione shook her head. All of that work and planning and she had ended up in the exact same position: stuck in a stalemate with Fleur.

"Regrettable," Fleur said. She looked at her own outfit then at Hermione's. "I must say, it does look good on you. Très bien."

"Uh, thanks," Hermione said, slightly taken aback. "You look pretty good too, I guess."

"Just 'pretty' good?" Fleur teased.

Hermione had to smile.

"Alright, really good," she conceded.

Fleur slowly walked towards her. She was lithe like a panther; her every movement was made to entice. When Fleur stood before her, Hermione's throat suddenly felt dry. Boy or girl, Fleur's natural beauty could captivate anyone.

"'Arry is a lucky man, to 'ave such a beautiful women so devoted to 'im," Fleur hummed, tracing a finger across Hermione's cheek.

Part of Hermione wanted to stop her, the part that was committed to Harry. But another, larger part was starting to feel increasingly warm. And wet.

"Stop it," she whispered.

Fleur titled her head.

"Stop what, cheri?"

"…You're using your allure," Hermione swallowed. "Making me feel these things."

The older girl let a twinkling laugh.

"Non," Fleur said, leaning in close. "I think we both know this is all real."

And then she kissed Hermione.

Hermione's eyes widened. Fleur's lips were soft on hers, yet at the same time strong and purposeful. Hermione was rooted at the spot for a moment. But then she put her gloved hand on the back of Fleur's head and kissed her back. Fleur moaned in appreciation, wrapping her leg around Hermione, and soon the two girls were making out passionately. Their perfect breasts were squeezed together. Their erect nipples brushed against each other through their bras. Hermione sighed into Fleur's mouth, allowing the Veela's tongue to wrestle with her own. They were so caught up in their own little world of passion that they hadn't even noticed a third person walk into the room.

"Am I interrupting?" a throaty voice said.

The girls instantly broke off their kiss. Hermione whirled around. Her heart stopped. Harry was leaning against the door. He smirked approvingly at both Hermione and Fleur, standing entwined in their lingerie. The two girls stood back from one another, their faces blushing a bright scarlet. All at once they tried to explain.

"Harry, it isn't what you think-"

"I was just looking for my-"

Harry raised his hand with a smile. The girls immediately fell silent. He walked up to them.

"I think it's time I came clean with you two."

Hermione and Fleur looked at him confused. Harry ran a hand through his hair. His scar shone in the dorm room light.

"I know about your contest," Harry revealed. "Actually, I've known about it almost since it began."

Both girls looked at him in shock. Hermione's mouth fell open in dismay. Fleur seemed to rear up as if getting ready to pounce. Harry chuckled.

"Don't look so surprised, you weren't exactly subtle about it. Even I couldn't have missed it. In fact, I think the whole school knows about it at this point."

Hermione and Fleur looked at each other embarrassedly. They had gotten carried away. Who knew what the other students were saying behind their backs?

"If you've known all this time, why didn't you stop us?" Hermione asked, slightly offended.

"I wanted to see how far you'd go," Harry grinned. "At one point, I was actually afraid you'd both jump my bones in the Great Hall."

The confidence with which Harry carried himself was completely at odds with his subdued demeanour the last few weeks. Hermione felt slightly intimidated.

"So, now you know, who do you choose?" Fleur ventured. She placed her hand on her hip in a seductive pose. "Moi or 'Ermione?"

Hermione glared at her, but then looked at Harry expectantly. Harry tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. He looked from Fleur to Hermione, and then back again.

"You know, at the start I really struggled with deciding between the two of you. But after seeing how far you were willing to go to get with me, I realized something: I don't have to choose."

Hermione and Fleur shared a confused look.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked slowly.

"I mean that you're not the ones in control here." With one step towards them, he suddenly seemed to loom over them. "I am. So if you two want me that badly, I'll have you. Both of you."

A momentary silence filled the room. Hermione wasn't sure she heard him right. Both? All these weeks they'd fought over Harry, she never considered that it might end this way. There wasn't supposed to be a second place. But at the same time, Hermione knew Harry was right. Her desire for him was overflowing. She couldn't say no to him if she tried.

"So…it's a draw," Hermione said, looking at Fleur.

The French girl glanced at her as the prospect sunk in. Hermione extended her gloved hand as a peace offering. Fleur considered it for a moment then shook it.

"Oui, a draw," she agreed.

With that, the contest was officially over. Now, all that was left was to collect the spoils...

The girls turned their heads to Harry, a naughty smile on both their faces. They all but jumped him and suddenly their hands were everywhere, unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt. As they undressed him, the girls kissed and touched him all over as their eager moans filled the room. Fleur gave him a long, deep French kiss, her tongue entangling with Harry's, while Hermione was kissing his bare chest. Harry had his hands on both girls' asses, rubbing and squeezing their asscheeks through the lingerie.

When Harry was fully stripped, he ordered both girls to sit on his bed. His cock was long, thick and rock-hard. Hermione and Fleur eyed it with unconcealed lust, practically salivating. Fleur's mouth was slightly open, her tongue visible. Hermione bit her lower lip, having to stop herself from lurching forward. As the two girls stared up at this looming shaft they realised that Harry's words had proven true: he was in full control. They were his pets to do with as he saw fit. And he was going to take full advantage of it.

"Who wants to go first?" Harry asked, stroking his cock.

"Me, me, me!" Hermione begged.

"Oh moi 'Arry, please!" Fleur chimed in.

Harry let them beg and plead for a while before he raised his hand. Instantly, they shut up.

"Both of you," he commanded. "On your knees."

The girls dropped down on the floor, hands on their knees, looking up at Harry like obedient puppies.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry said.

Without a moment's hesitation, both girls shoved their faces in Harry's crotch and went to work. Fleur was the first to get hold of Harry's shaft, and she shoved his cock in her mouth, a blissful smile on her face. Instantly she started bobbing her head back and forth. It didn't take long for spit to start dripping down the sides of her mouth. Hermione meanwhile was working Harry's balls, sucking and cradling them, even as Fleur's spit trickled down from above.

The girls pushed against each other to get more of Harry's cock in their mouths. Harry's masculine musk was overwhelming and the longer they inhaled it, the more they were enthralled to worship him. In the distance, the sounds of cheering and laughter could be heard from the common room, but here in the bedroom, the only sounds were moans and the wet sounds of plump lips on spit-covered cock.

"How about a switch-up?" Harry suggested.

Fleur moaned in protest, but Hermione quickly shoved her aside and Harry's cock flopped out of Fleur's mouth with a wet pop. Hermione quickly engulfed the dripping member and before long she too was face-fucking herself on it. Fleur stood up straight and started frenching Harry again. She pulled one of her tits out from her bra and shoved Harry's hand against it.

On the floor, a small pool of spit had formed as Hermione devoured Harry's cock. Suddenly, Harry grabbed her head and shoved it all the way down his cock, until her lips touched the base. Hermione's eyes widened. Choking sounds emanated from her plugged throat. The outline of Harry's cock was clearly visible against the skin of her throat. Fleur looked down in lustful envy. Just as black stars started to dance in front of Hermione's vision, Harry let go. She jerked back, breathing heavily.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you, Hermione," Harry smirked.

A warm glow spread through Hermione. She smiled up dumbly at Harry, long strands of spit drooling down her mouth. Harry pulled away from Fleur and stepped back.

"On the bed," Harry ordered the beautiful French girl.

Fleur giggled in excitement as she climbed up the bed and bent down on all fours. Her shapely ass wiggled invitingly at Harry.

"You want zis, mon amour?" she taunted.

If Fleur had been more observant, she might have noticed the dark glimmer in Harry's eyes that implied things might not proceed quite as Fleur thought. As Harry mounted the bed, he took a moment to appreciate her pink pussy. He stroked his cock a few times as he rubbed Fleur's expansive asscheeks. Then he jammed his cock balls deep inside her.

"Aaaaah!" Fleur cried out.

The wooden bedframe creaked loudly as Harry started pounding into Fleur. If anyone in the common room had been standing at the door, there would have been no doubt as to what was taking place. Fleur hands dug into the linen and she moaned loudly as she was being fucked.

"Oh oui Harry, fuck me, ungh! Comme ça, comme ça!"

Hermione was on the floor, furiously rubbing her clit as she intently watched Harry fuck the beautiful Veela. Harry's hips started slamming into Fleur harder, her body shaking with each thrust. Fleur winced, squinting her eyes.

"Ungh, s-slow down 'Arry!" she stammered between moans. "Ungh!"

But Harry only sped up, his cock plunging into Fleur over and over. Her pussy was like a slip n slide and Harry's hard member slipped in and out without any resistance. The bed was creaking so loudly that it seemed ready to collapse. Fleur was holding on to the bedsheets for dear life as the boy she had sought to tame fucked the living daylights out of her.

"Arrêt… M-My pussy... S-sto…"

Fleur tried to speak, but her words devolved into French gibberish. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth as her entire body was rammed over and over. Hermione, meanwhile, had stopped touching herself, staring at the scene unfolding in front of her with a mixture of both arousal and fear. She'd always known Harry as a kind and clumsy boy, but this Harry was a completely different beast. At first, Hermione had been jealous that Harry had chosen Fleur first, but now that she was seeing how thoroughly he was subjugating her, she was starting to think it was a blessing in disguise.

"Time for your reward," Harry grunted.

Whether Fleur heard the words or not, she didn't respond, moaning and sprouting gibberish in French. Her moans came faster and faster, until finally

"Ah, ah, ah, AAAAAH!"

Fleur moaned in ecstasy as Harry exploded inside her pussy. His cock filled her up like a pressure hose and soon the excess cum dripped out the sides. When Harry pulled out of her, Fleur fell over flat on her stomach, her arm hanging off the side of the bed, a delirious grin on her face. When Harry stood up, his sweaty body gleamed in the dorm room light. His cock, despite just having cum buckets, was still erect. He looked down at Hermione, who smiled weakly.

"H-Harry," Hermione tried, "let's, uh, let's talk things over, alright?"

"You've been talking to me all these weeks," Harry said, eyeing her hungrily. "Now it's time for action."

"Wait Harry, I-"

Before Hermione knew it, Harry was on her like a wild predator. Their bodies intertwined and Harry kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. At first Hermione resisted a bit, but Harry's groping and kissing soon broke her defences and she quickly started kissing him back. Soon enough, they were rolling over the floor, locked in a sweaty embrace. Harry quickly pulled her red panties down her legs as Hermione fiercely stroked his cock. He spread Hermione thighs apart, revealing her soaking slit. As soon as his cock was between her nether lips, Harry shoved it inside her.

"Oh god!" Hermione gasped.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around Harry's waist as he started thrusting into her. Hermione's plump rear quivered with each slam into her pussy. The feeling of having Harry finally inside her was electrifying. She pushed his face towards het tits and Harry instantly started sucking on the left one like a newborn babe.

"Oh fuck Harry, suck harder!" Hermione moaned.

Harry obliged and Hermione moaned louder, running her hands through his hair. The sounds Harry and Hermione were making as they fucked were primal, as it became less a display of love and affection and more the feral rutting of two barnyard animals. Hermione gasped and moaned while Harry grunted and growled. Like Fleur before her, Hermione was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure. Harry's aggression and dominance turned her on more than she'd thought possible. She was willing to do everything he asked of her, she'd be his obedient pet, just for the promise of having that big fat cock inside her.

"Hermione…" Harry breathed, "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh god yes!" Hermione yelled deliriously, "Cum inside me Harry, cum, cum, cum, I want iiiit!"

She tightened her legs around Harry's waist. Her fingers dug into his back. Harry was fucking her so hard he almost lifted her off the floor. Hermione's tits bounced wildly as she moaned and moaned, louder and louder, loud enough for everyone in the common room to hear.

"Fuck, Hermione!" Harry groaned.

Harry reached his peak and emptied his balls inside Hermione, who howled in pure bliss. Her back arched off the floor, her legs almost crushing Harry. She gleefully took in load after load, feeling it fill her up and churn inside her. When Harry was done, Hermione's legs untangled. Her eyes were blank, her mouth open in a mad smile, her chest rising and falling. Harry got up, leaving Hermione on the floor like a broken automaton. Looking from Hermione to Fleur in their half-torn lingerie, cum dripping out of their pussies, Harry was quickly getting hard again.

"Who's up for round two?"

The promise of more cum inside them cut through the sex-induced haze of the girls and they both started weakly crawling towards Harry, mewling incoherently, looks of lust on their faces.

How often the trio had sex that evening, none of them knew. But by evening's end, Harry lay in his bed, Hermione and Fleur sprawled over his body, barely conscious and love-drunk, their bellies bulging with cum. The only one still with his faculties intact was Harry, a confident smile on his face as he appreciated his newly acquired whores.

"Typical, they still won't tell us anything about the Third Task," Harry complained. "Can you believe it?"

"Yes, master."

"Yes, master."

It was the morning after, and Harry was sitting at his usual table, a bowl of cereal in front of him. As the students streamed into the hall, they couldn't help but stare in the direction of Harry, many turning their heads as they passed by. And there was one reason for that. Well, two.

Hermione and Fleur.

The challenge was over, but the girls were still dressed in clothes that were far too small. The undersides of Hermione's tits were visible, and Fleur's skirt was so tiny that tufts of her pubic hair peaked out. The girls wore matching collars, the chains hanging loosely from their necks. This time, however, the usual confidence with which they showed their bodies off was gone.

A new sense of submission seemed to have come over the girls. They didn't dress like this out of choice: it was because Harry liked it that way. Every now and then he would pull on one of their chains, and Hermione or Fleur would feed him a spoonful of cereal.

"Oh, well, even if we can't prepare, we can study up on the basics," Harry murmured, absently massaging their soft cheeks through their skirts, "right Hermione?"

"Yes, master," she squeaked, feeding him another spoonful, "I've prepared you two a study guide for all previous events in the Tournament's history."

"Good girl," Harry smiled. Hermione blushed under his praise. Then he turned to Fleur. "Once we're done training, we'll still have a free period to ourselves. I'm sure we'll come up with something to do.

The girls glanced nervously at each other, realising just what they had gotten themselves into. For a moment, they wondered if all of this hadn't been one big mistake, if maybe they themselves had been played. But then Harry gave their asscheeks an open-palmed smack. The two whores yelped. A thrill ran down their spines and straight into their pussies. The feeling of warm cum soaking in their wombs smothered their concerns and all such thoughts were pushed from their minds.

They belonged to Harry now. They were going to be just fine.