Most of the time, Fleur hated spending time in the Burrow. The Weasley family events were usually filled with an absurd amount of fights, arguments, and other noisy activities that she disliked in principle.
That alone would have been enough for her intense dislike. Unfortunately, that was far from the only challenge. Bill often left her alone in these events, ignoring the fact between the drooling from his brothers, and the intense dislike from Ginny and Molly, these events were effectively hostile ground to her.
However, the current party was different. A small part was the absence of her two biggest annoyances. Ginny was outside the country, somewhere in Southern America for training camp — Fleur might have felt slightly jealous if Ginny would have been doing anything but trying to avoid two iron balls that tried to kill her while she practiced all day. However, that she knew.
The absence of Ron was more of a surprise. Even after all those years, Fleur had never seen Ron turn down the opportunity for a home-cooked meal. And, even though Fleur extremely disliked her mother-in-law, she had to admit that she was an excellent cook. Too heavy for her taste, but still excellent.
But, neither the food nor the absence of her two biggest annoyances made the party an excellent one.
No, the reason was simple. This time, Harry was here.
Fleur couldn't help but feel excited even as she watched him walk around the other side of the room, mingling with the Weasleys … including her husband. She wondered if she was a horrible person, or if the monotony of her marriage ruined her. Because, even as she watched Harry chat with her husband, she was feeling excited.
Oh, she felt some guilt as well, but that didn't exactly make her any better, particularly since it wasn't the gut-wrenching regret she was supposed to be feeling after betraying her marriage vows, but the kind of zesty guilt when she felt while eating a delicious piece of chocolate after midnight.
The guilt made it taste even better … not that it was needed. It was excellent chocolate.
She took another sip from her drink even as she buried herself into the seat, trying to find a way to excuse herself from returning home with her husband. But, she needed to find one fast, before Harry inevitably left to visit Hermione. They had been spending a lot of time together, especially after the foursome Hermione managed to arrange for him.
She needed to act before she ended up kicked out of the fun. However, she failed to find any.
She was excellent when it came to many things, but thinking on her feet to come up with excuses was not one of them. Fleur blamed her heritage for it. All her life, people were happy to find excuses for her to merely gain a hint of approval from her. She was not used to be the one adapting.
With a sigh, she stood up, going upstairs to visit the bathroom. She didn't need it, but she was hoping that washing her face might help her think a way. She thought about faking a health emergency, but that would be too much escalation. Maybe some kind of last-minute trip to France to help her mother, or help Gabrielle with her new job —
Her thoughts froze when suddenly a pair of hands found her slim waist. Before she knew what was happening she was pressed against the sink, a familiar presence behind her back.
"Looks like you need some help to solve a particularly difficult problem," Harry said with a smirk which she could see easily from the bathroom mirror. "I might help … for a price."
"Hmm, tempting, but I can't get follow you after the party without some dangerous questions," Fleur muttered. His presence was both welcome and the last thing she needed. It was welcome because his touch awakened every nerve in her body. Not so much, because they were still at a party that they couldn't get out of; and she couldn't even follow him.
Not without triggering some very uncomfortable questions she was ready to answer.
"Who is talking about after the party," he replied as he waved his hand. Just like that, her clothes vanished, leaving her nude.
"Harry!" Fleur gasped as the situation sent a tendril of fear through her, but it was not unlike the guilt she felt earlier, only making the moment more entertaining. "What if we get caught?"
"We won't, don't worry. I already cast a repelling charm," he said even as he hugged her from behind. From anyone else, she wouldn't have accepted that as a security measure. Repelling charms were notoriously finicky to use and ineffective against anyone with a decent amount of power.
However, that applied to people who couldn't vanish their clothes with a wave of his hand.
"I'm more worried about —" she started, only to moan when he started kissing her neck, the touch of his lips enough to send her mind overdrive. She bit her lips, trying to contain her arousal, but it was a difficult challenge. "I'm more worried about my clothes. You vanished them. I need to wear something else."
"And…" he added even as he continued kissing.
She shivered, helpless as the arousal invaded her body. "They will notice that I have changed clothes!"
He chuckled even as he kissed her neck again while his hands drifted to rest on her hips. "Oh, really," he said. "And, is this your worried body language?"
Fleur blushed, realizing that even as he played with her body, she was pressing her arms to the sides of her breasts, enhancing her cleavage even more. "Regardless," she muttered even as she avoided the reflection of his gaze, "I don't want to get caught."
"You won't," he said.
"You don't know that," Fleur gasped, though the gasp might as well be about his fingers twisting her nipples.
His lips split into a sexy smirk. "It looks like we're at an impasse. How about a bet?"
Fleur flushed as she remembered the exact details of a similar bet between him and Hermione, one that had expanded until it brought Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones into the mix. "Like the other one…" Fleur gasped.
"Yes, exactly like the one I had with Hermione," Harry said. "If they actively comment on how you changed your clothes, you can ask anything from me, and I'll do it. If I win, you just need to seduce an entertaining partner to our little game. Simple, right?"
Fleur couldn't help but smile. His confidence was a turn-on for her, but that didn't mean she was ready to lose. And, she was smart enough to catch the huge loophole he had left. She didn't need to wear a copy of her vanished clothes.
"Deal," she said even as her tits bounced under his grasp, the pleasure radiating off her. "Then, be quick so that I can change and go down. I have a bet to win—" she tried to declare arrogantly, which died even as he slipped inside her wetness.
Fleur didn't even hesitate to grab the bathroom sink, using it as leverage to raise her hips so that she could take him deeper inside. She was exposed in a way that was extremely wrong for a married woman, but she didn't care.
She just enjoyed the rough fucking she was receiving.
"Just to be on the safe side, we need to put a time limit on the bet. How about until the midnight sounds?" Harry asked.
"N-no problem," Fleur gasped, doing her best to flash a confident smile, but her next moan destroyed it. She couldn't help it. He was much larger than she was used to, and the fact that they had been together a few times didn't make it easy to handle his girth.
Still, even as he invaded her core, she was happy, confident that she would be victorious. And, the taste of her eventual victory made the sensation of being fucked even more exhilarating.
And, he was already the best fuck she ever had.
When he grabbed her hair to throw her against the shower wall, she didn't resist, just rose to her fingertips to allow him to invade even deeper. With that, they started fucking even harder, every second pushing her enjoyment to a new level.
"S-silencing charm," she begged.
"Already in place," he replied.
That was all she needed to let go of her moans, and they started fucking all over the bathroom. She had no other option as he invaded her core again and again. As he fucked her mercilessly, she slowly lost track of what was going on.
Especially after her third orgasm, when he finally filled her core.
She collapsed into the shower floor, helpless, breathing hard. "I better go down. It'll be suspicious if both of us disappear for the whole night. Feel free to relax. I'll keep the repelling charm on."
"Go ahead. I'll follow you after changing," she said even as she closed her eyes, letting the euphoric aftermath wash over her. A few minutes later, she was feeling refreshed enough to stand up. Luckily, her wand was with her, so going back home with a quick apparation to change was easy.
However, when she apparated to her bedroom, before she could even check her wardrobe, she met with an unfortunate detail.
It was already past midnight.
She must have dozed off longer than she expected … meaning, she lost the bet. "Damn it," she growled. It wasn't the forfeit of the bet that annoyed her, but the mere fact that she lost. She had always been competitive, and losing another bet to Harry didn't sit well with her.
She walked to her wardrobe with determined steps, already with a good idea of what to pick. Just because she lost the bet didn't mean she had to stop playing…