Fleur had a problem. One that made her indecisive as she stood in front of her wardrobe, trying to pick an outfit…

Well, she had multiple problems, all of it her own making. All because, she decided to put her nose to something that didn't concern her, and now, her life was in disarray. She decided to interfere in Ron and Hermione's relationship, trying to get them together.

All because she couldn't handle Bill and Molly teaming up to nag her, claiming that, since Fleur and Hermione got along so well, they were the best idea.

Like she didn't have problems of her own … most of it was the fault of the two people who nagged her to intervene in the first place. The problem with Molly was that she was nagging her constantly about having a child, a step that Fleur wasn't ready to take, not with her career going through a critical phase. All her life, she had worked hard to prove that veela could be more than lazy gold diggers.

She worked hard in school, graduating at the top of her class. She worked even harder to get promotions, ignoring all the pointed questions about extracurricular activities. Like goblins could be convinced of anything but profits when it came to a job in Gringotts.

Too bad that success played a big problem in her marriage as well. Bill never came out and said it, but she wasn't stupid. She didn't miss that the moment she managed to be promoted above him — a significant achievement considering he had almost a decade of work experience over him — his work trips started to get longer and longer.

She could respect him if it was about surpassing her again by getting high-priority assignments, but instead, he chose easier, but longer assignments. Annoying, especially since it brought their already mediocre love life — her allure had a nasty tendency to turn men into quick shoots — to a standstill. Which was a big problem for Fleur, as she was a veela, and she had a higher-than-average sex drive in the first place, leaving her stressed.

Of course, she had no intention of seeking satisfaction outside the marriage. It was another stereotype about veelas that she detested, and she refused to play to that. Though, to be honest, a part of it was knowing that no other men would perform any better than Bill, who was already as magnificent as a wizard could be. No need to ruin her integrity for a night of mediocre entertainment.

It was why she had been annoyed when Bill had insisted that she should save his brother's upcoming marriage as if he was unaware his own was slowly but steadily crumbling.

She accepted, but frustrated about everything, Fleur did something stupid. Instead of trying to help Hermione, she chose to tease her. Of course, she knew Hermione wouldn't go back with Ron. Hermione was always decisive, and once she made a decision, that was it. Still, she needed to be able to say to Bill and Molly that she tried.

However, as the night went on, Fleur started teasing Hermione more and more, even insisting that there was no harm in giving lap dances, an idea that backfired spectacularly when Harry came, and Fleur decided to give a demonstration at Hermione's request to prove lap dances were harmless. And, it would be a good way to take the edge off her arousal without doing anything dangerous.

She even had a mental excuse. It was Bill who asked to save his brother's marriage, so a lap dance for that objective was totally harmless. Especially since it was Harry. In her memories, he was still that cute fourth-year who blushed like a tomato when she kissed him on the cheek to thank him for saving Gabrielle. From the way he acted, Fleur suspected that he was either a virgin like Hermione, or his experience was little enough to count as a virgin. She would be helping two old virgin friends at the same time.

Then, things went awry.

Hermione challenged her by picking a set of clothing that revealed so much more than Fleur expected — a tiny skirt, revealing shirt, and fishnets. Fleur almost pulled out right there and then, but her pride pushed her the other way. Remembering that Hermione used to have a crush on Harry, Fleur pushed…

After all, receiving a lap dance from her, little Harry wouldn't last more than a minute, right? Especially since he reacted so skittishly when she danced in front of him.

Things didn't go as expected when she finally sat on his lap and found out that, little Harry was so not so little anymore. He was hiding a monster in his pants … not that it mattered. Much to her dismay, no man was able to last with her for more than a few minutes, even when she decided to lay on her back like a dead fish. Her heritage — something she was proud of yet hated the fact that she had to constantly prove herself — made sure of it.

But, things didn't go as she expected. Despite his shy, skittish demeanor, Harry didn't cum even as she finished the song. A fact that started to burn the fires of temptation. She decided to call things off … only to go right back when Hermione teased her.

And, since she decided that it would continue, she decided to encourage Harry a bit to help him beat his shyness. Since she was helping Hermione, there was no harm in helping Harry at the same time. So, while Hermione was in the kitchen, Fleur convinced Harry that he could touch anywhere he wanted, and she would keep it a secret.

That proved to be another entry to her long list of mistakes. Harry chose to take that literally, and started fingering her even as he kissed her neck, which was a sensitive spot for her. It didn't help when Hermione decided to escalate by vanishing her shirt, and Harry took that as an invitation to suck her breasts.

Then, he pushed three fingers into her, turning her into a toy. To her shame, it was only then Fleur realized that Harry was far from a virgin. Otherwise, how could his fingers move with a steady pattern that was even better than when she was masturbating — and, she did that a lot.

It was another opportunity to call things off. Yet, the sight of Hermione, unaware of what was going on convinced her to stay. And, if she was honest, the pleasure played an important role as well, ending with the most explosive orgasm of her life.

She didn't even know that she was a squirter.

At that point, she decided to retreat to Hermione's bedroom, using costume change as an excuse. When she retreated, she was determined to escape, and put a stop. Yet, her damnable pride prevented her from being the one to actually make that decision.

That was the point she had another 'genius' idea. She would go out naked, and make Hermione send her away.

But, when she came out, she not only found out that Hermione was gone, but Harry was alone … and naked. Another chance to retreat. She waited for him to make an advance, ready to refuse him when he decided to ignore the implicit offer instead.

What followed was even stupider than her other actions. She knew fully well that he was baiting her, yet, with her body aching with the most spectacular orgasm she ever had, she was emotional enough to fall for it either way.

Not only did she stay, but she actually offered a lap dance … when they were both naked. She was already too far gone when he slipped the tip in, then the rest. Once he invaded her, and did not explode prematurely despite her allure, she was gone.

She might not be a virgin, but she had never been fucked like that in her whole life. It was enough to make her forget that she was married. Then, it was enough to make her forget everything.

When Hermione returned, Fleur thought that it would be the end. One incredible night that she could write off as a dream, and continue her life.

Her boring life, where she treated the little tickles her husband provided — the rare times he was at home — as real orgasms. When it was morning, she was ready to have a talk with Hermione and leave, maybe even visit France for a few days before Harry went back.

Then, instead of Hermione, she met with Harry again, who returned to cook breakfast. A few minutes later, she was somehow goaded into nudity, her pride — and her desire — not allowing her to reject those challenges.

Even if those challenges ended up costing her anal virginity — not that it was a big loss. She still had it, but not due to a lack of trying. A few times she tried to do it before, the other party — including her dear husband — was quick to explode ruining the attempt before it could even begin.

Yet, the moment Hermione went out, Harry took her anal cheer with an incredible passion … before moving onto every other hole she had, covering his with cum. Just like that wasn't enough, he ordered her to keep his cum on if she ever wanted to repeat.

A threat, much to her shame, worked perfectly. Even without her last-minute idea of using food to cover their presence to hide it from Hermione, she would have walked out. The pleasure was too much to deny.

If only it didn't end up getting cleaned up by Hermione, which was truly shocking. It was obvious that Harry somehow convinced her virgin friend to do something as erotic as that, but Fleur had no idea how he did so.

At least, Hermione didn't know what she truly ingested when she cleaned her up…

"I just need to pick a dress," Fleur muttered, ignoring her thoughts. She just needed to pick one, because five minutes ago, Hermione sent her an owl, inviting her for a night out so she could get away from her impending decision for one night.

Hermione didn't mention about anyone else being there, but, Fleur knew that Harry would somehow appear there. She needed to dress accordingly. Either something modest, one that would signal him that whatever happened between them was a one-time event, and there would be no repeat.

Or…

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