Author's Note:

To the reviewer who said my last chapter was "so hot," thank you, that means a lot. This one's a Harry/Fleur chapter, I hope you enjoy and please review, it really makes my day, thank you for reading.

A Yule Ball Surprise

Fleur Delacour stamped her foot in frustration as she finally got back to the Beauxbatons carriage the night before the Yule Ball. She'd hoped it could just wait a few more days, now she'd have that go to the ball like this!

While being a part-veela had it's benefits, Fleur had come to think of it as more bad than good. Sure, she could pretty much have any man she wanted, but most of them just drooled over her incoherently, so it was usually just not worth it. And then there was the other problem. Twice a year, all part-veela experienced a "heat" of sorts where they were almost constantly horny and needed relief like they need their next breath. It usually happened once in the winter and once in the summer, and while Fleur knew it was coming, she had no idea how she could make it through the ball like this. She reached her room and hurried in, closing the door behind her and immediately beginning to strip down. Within seconds she was completely naked and began playing with her breasts with one hand as she reached the other between her legs, desperate to touch herself. Unsurprisingly, she was alreany soaking wet so she quickly plunged two fingers into herself, letting out a moan that was a bit louder than intended. She found that she didn't care at this point if someone heard her, she just needed to keep going. She rubbed her clit until her naked body was writhing with pleasure from her orgasm. As she lay back on her bed, the reality of her situation set in even harder. She was already taking that boy Roger Davies to the ball but he was frustratingly among the many boys who just drooled over her so she didn't really want to do anything like THAT with him, but she couldn't not have sex, it just wasn't an option. She was going to have to figure something out.

The Next Day

Harry sighed in exasperation as he listened to his two best friends yelling at each other in the middle of the Yule Ball. Their bickering always got on his nerves, even drove him mad at points, but this just seemed like too much. As he gazed around at the great hall with all of it's shimmering lights and beautiful icicles, among other decorations, he began to regret how he'd handled the night. He should've been a better date for Parvati, although, he noted, she seemed quite happy with the boy from Beauxbatons, but he still should've done more. He should've gotten Ron a better date. Sure, Ron had certainly played the largest part in messing up his own night, but it had been Harry who'd gotten him the date with Padma, and he probably should've thought that plan through more.

Harry shook his head and sighed. For as much as he wished he could fix the night, he knew it was beyond repairing at this point, and he figured it was best to call it a night. He stood up slowly, stretched, and then moved towards the doors of the great hall to leave.

As he moved towards the door, he felt a sudden wave of lust watch over him, making him feel almost dizzy and making his cock harden almost instantly. He stumbled for a moment but recovered somewhat and moved towards the door, opening it and exitting the great hall. He decided he needed to just walk around the castle for a whpe, but his plans wouldn't last for long as he soon encountered yet another obstacle.

He was waling through a hallway when a throaty, acented voice called out behind him. "'Arry, can I 'ave a moment?"

He turned quickly and saw the tall form of Fleur Delacour in a silver dress which showed her curves incredibly, as well as a large amount of cleavage. He looked up into her pretty blue eyes, seeing her beautiful face framed by long, silvery-blonde hair.

"Er, yeah, of course," he replied awkwardly. Fleur ignored any hesitation he seemed to have, grabbing him and pulling him into an empty classroom, locking the door. Before Harry knew what was happening, the half-veela was pressed up against him and kissing him sloppily and desperately as she fumbled at the buttons of his dress robes. Harry started to kiss her back and Fleur whimpered desperately, finally getting his robes open, shrying them to the ground. She removed the shirt and trousers underneath as she kissed every inch of skin she could reach, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking out. Fleur purred, reching out to stroke him.

"Er, Fleur, not that I'm complaining but why are you..." Harry's question was cut as she stroked him faster, looking at him with a lustful gaze.

"Not now, 'Arry," she moaned, "I need you." She removed her dress quickly unhooking her bra and sliding her knickers to the floor. She moved a hand between her legs and used the other to remove his boxers, freeing his large cock, pre-cum dripping down, causing fleur to lick her lips.

Fleur used her wand to transfigure a desk into a bed, and after setting her wand down, she grabbed Harry and pulled him onto the bed, pinning him under her and kissing him, her breasts rubbing against chest, her tongue lapping at his mouth sloppily as she moaned.

"'Arry, fuck me," she panted, pulling back and gazing at his cock desperately. Suddenly, Harry flipped her so that he was on top of her, making her moan with lust as she felt his tip brush against her wet folds, rubbing against her clit. She moaned and reached forward to stroke his cock again. She lined him up with her entrance and he slid in, making her groan, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. He began to thrust into her, increasing his speed rapidly and grunting above her. Fleur rubbed her clit as she felt herself getting shockingly close to her orgasm already, moaning into Harry's mouth. As she hit her orgasm, she felt Harry do the same and loved the feel of him shooting cum into her, already desperate for more, but for now she knew she had to be done for the night.

As they both collapsed on the bed, Fleur leaned into him and whispered into his ear.

"I'm een my veela 'eat right now, meet me at the Beauxbatons carriage tomorrow, oui?" Harry nodded, still unable to speak, and Fleur just grinned, excited for more just like that night.