On The Brink of Collapse

by DarkenedHaze

Dragged into the deep darkness of the reality of the Dark Forces, between battling against a much more powerful Dark Lord and his special someone, Harry Potter must somehow manage out of all this, victorious. Harry Potter will have to carry the fallen torch of those once falsely deemed his betters and rescue a world rapidly deteriorating to the brink of collapse. Harry/Fleur

15. Chapter 13 - The Steamy Winter Break

Extreme exaggerations, not meant to represent reality

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Chapter 13 - The Steamy Winter Break

The 25th of December had finally decided to roll around. Harry had shipped his gifts off yesterday morning. He had agreed with Fleur that they would wait for each other before opening their presents but Fleur wasn't here yet. She liked to sleep in on Christmas morning so Harry supposed he'd likely have to wait a while for her. Harry would be lying if he didn't admit he was quite excited at the prospect of spending his first Christmas with Fleur. Normally, during the previous years, he had always gone home for the winter break. Christmas mornings were usually spent with Andi, Ted and Dora, with a delicious homemade dinner. The new setting was sure thrilling but he also felt kind of bad for not going home to see Andi and Ted. At least Dora was nearby. Harry only hoped she wouldn't be wearing her helmet and cloak and on duty. It'd be nice to see her today.

There was suddenly a commotion downstairs in the Heads' common room.

"-mercy for those of us who are still single!"

"Oh but I am showing mercy! I could be sitting in 'Arry's lap every day, right in front you in your common room. Now, will you let me in or non?"

"Fine. Since it is Christmas. But it's not like you turned around when I told you no before, is it?"

"Non, I would've gone to see 'Arry anyways."

"Yeah, yeah, just don't forget the Silencing Charms like you often do, alright?"

"Who says I forget them?"

"Wha- wh- huh?" Katie's stammering was cut off by a door slamming itself shut.

"'Arry~" Fleur purred, walking into his bedroom. Katie had barricaded herself in her room and silenced every wall and door as soon as Fleur was walking up the stairs into Harry's quarters.

Fleur's sky blue eyes held a fire within them, shading her azure orbs with a veil of lust. Desire pooled inside her eyes as she raked her gaze over her boyfriend's body. It was time for them both to unwrap their first, shared Christmas present.

"'Arry," Fleur smirked seductively, casting a smoky glance at Harry and batting her eyelashes at him. She reached out a hand and tugged Harry's shirt off. "I don't want to wait anymore. Let's do it."

"Now?" Harry asked, distracted by the feel of Fleur's dainty hand caressing his torso.

"Oui, 'Arry, now. It is our first Christmas together. I told you I wanted to wait for a special moment for our first time, and this is it. Alors viens 'Arry, fais moi l'amour."

And it was like the dam had just burst. Weeks of pent up hormones burst and Harry quite practically jumped Fleur. Fleur let out a squeal and she giggled at Harry's aggressiveness. She had surprised even herself when she actually managed to go through the entire mating season's magic without succumbing to horniness and dragging Harry to bed. Well now, it seemed that weeks of teasing Harry with just the few blowjobs and handjobs here and there to get him off had brought his lust to insatiable levels. His aggressive sucks on her necks and his wandering hands were indication enough.

Harry wanted to savour the moment. He was finally going to be able to admire Fleur's figure in all its glory. He had felt her curves, committed every one of them to his memory with his touch, but he had yet to take her in with his eyes. Fleur had allowed him a single night with both their tops off and that was it. Waiting for Fleur to be ready was like the worst of sweet tortures, but one oh so satisfying when it yielded results. Harry took his sweet time removing Fleur's sweater - which was his, revealing a lacy blue bra, the same colour as her eyes. The garment barely covered her breasts and left little to the imagination.

Fleur posed shyly for Harry, showing the almost naked top of her body to his hungry gaze. Fleur moved to Harry's bed, swaying her hips suggestively. As Harry hastily made his way to join her, Fleur lifted her leg and halted her boyfriend's approach with her foot. Keeping her bare foot on Harry's hard abdominal muscles, Fleur reached behind herself and slowly, at a torturing pace, unclipped her bra. Just the sound of the garment unclasping made Harry shudder against her foot. Taking her time, Fleur caressed her own waist and trailed her hands upwards, teasingly bringing the cups of her bra down. The perky orbs of pale, smooth flesh were finally revealed to Harry.

There was something entrancingly arousing about Fleur's breasts that made Harry want to hold them in his hands. It wouldn't be the first time he would have touched Fleur's chest, but it would be the first time he got to touch and look. Well apparently Fleur was determined to be a tease. Harry's hands went towards Fleur's breasts but she slapped his hands away, smirking.

"You can only look. No touching," the Veela grinned devilishly, silencing Harry's protest with a finger to his lips.

Fleur was well aware of how the repercussions of what she was currently doing could affect her later on. Her senses made it plain as day how badly aroused Harry was and her… methods of seduction were only making him more randy. She was likely going to be sore all week long. Too bad.

Fleur felt Harry grab the foot that was keeping him at bay and lift it. She felt a kiss being planted on the sole of her dainty foot. And then her pants just vanished. Fleur felt herself being pushed down on the bed and caged in between Harry's limbs as he leaned over her.

"'Arry?" Fleur whispered.

She was silenced as her boyfriend's lips came crashing against her, kissing her fiercely. Her knickers felt sticky against the skin of her crotch. Something hard was grinding against her core. Fleur reached a hand down as her neck was being sucked on, making her moan loudly. She cupped the bulge in Harry's trousers with her hand as her other hand fumbled with Harry's belt. Some eccentrically complicated movements later, Harry's belt was unbuckled and his trousers were discarded on the floor next to his bed, forgotten. All that mattered was the feeling of raw pleasure of Fleur's skin against his.

Harry reached down to Fleur's knickers, rubbing her through the wet fabric.

"You're really wet, Fleur," Harry said needlessly.

"That is because you are making me sooo excitée," Fleur responded huskily. "Do something before the moment passes, 'Arry," she added impatiently.

Harry sneaked his fingers underneath the waistband of Fleur's blue knickers, hooking his fingers through the elastic. Peeling the clothing off, Fleur's glistening crotch was revealed to his eyes, for the first time ever. She was bare down there. Not a single hair in sight, well, as a matter of fact, Harry noted, he had seldom seen Fleur with any body hair. Perhaps Veela were made that way. But the sight of her bald labia was making the incredible tightness of his boxers almost painful. The engorged pink lips of Fleur's pussy were parted just enough to reveal the tiniest bit of a hole that leaked of some liquid. Harry's cock stirred within its confines. Fleur's pink slit was perhaps the most sensual and arousing part of her right now. A cute little thing.

"You're sure about this, Fleur?" Harry managed to think clearly through his clouded mind for a second. "You only get one first time."

"I am certain of this, 'Arry. I love you. We are taking the next step now."

Harry pecked Fleur's lips before he placed himself down, his head nestled in between Fleur's parted thighs. He was about to try something entirely new on Fleur, oral. He had fingered her multiple times in the past three months or so, but Fleur had never granted him the privilege of getting her off with his mouth. All the new possibilities in their sex life were all about to come into existence. He gave Fleur's pussy a tentative first lick. The taste of her immediately invaded his entire senses, the aroused smell of her, the taste of her, the feeling of her skin on his tongue. Harry passed his tongue gently between Fleur's moist folds, gauging her reactions. His tongue met a small nub of hard flesh at the top of Fleur's pussy. Fleur's reaction was immediate as soon as his tongue touched the nub.

Her previous content, soft little moans and whimpers increased exponentially in volume. Fleur let out a loud squeal of pleasure as Harry licked and sucked on her clit, her legs clamped shut around her lover's head, trapping his face against her pussy.

"'Arry!" Fleur screamed his name.

''Well she certainly likes this,'' Harry thought as he continued to bring immeasurable pleasure to Fleur. Fireworks were setting off in her mind as her bundle of nerves was sent into overdrive. Heat pooled inside of her lower nether regions, a familiar feeling from when Harry touched her pussy with his fingers. Fleur's breathing turned ragged, irregular, as she panted and moaned .

"Ahh, ah oh, 'Arry, you are - you're-"

Whatever Fleur was going to say was cut off as Harry gave Fleur's slit a lick from bottom to top, stimulating every possible bundle of nerves in her erogenous area.

"AAAAHHHH!" Fleur screamed.

Fleur simply couldn't hold it in anymore. The warmth in her belly was proving to be too much and Fleur was eager to feel the rush of her release. Her Allure, her juices, her pleasure, Fleur let everything burst. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, blasting her Allure out, unrestrained and in its full power, basking the room in sexual magic. The pleasures Harry was bringing to Fleur made her whimper loudly, as a small jet of liquid was squirted out from her pussy. Fleur's legs clamped down together again, trapping Harry against her pussy as she came.

"'ARRY!" Fleur moaned.

Fleur's eyes shut and her whole body shook, only Harry's hands holding her thighs down prevented her from thrashing and writhing in pleasure on the bed from her tsunamic orgasm. Panting heavily, Fleur looked down at Harry through hooded eyes, having finally rode down the wave of her orgasm.

"I love you, 'Arry.," Fleur said lovingly. "Zat was amazing," her accent was much more noticeable now, due to her post-orgasmic high.

"It was my first time doing oral," Harry admitted, though Fleur probably already knew. The first blowjob she had given Harry wasn't nearly as impressive as the licking Harry had just presented her with.

"You were more 'zan amazing, 'Arry, you managed to make a Veela squirt," Fleur said, even though Harry had no idea how that compared to anything.

Fleur pulled Harry up from between her legs and she wiped the wetness that coated his chin sheepishly. It was time for the main event. With a careful snap of her fingers, Fleur conjured a small blue fireball and burned Harry's boxers into nothingness. They were both as naked as the day they were born. Fleur unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes locked with Harry's hard cock. She was going to have that thing inside of her! A part of her was wondering if he would even be able to fit inside of her had she not been a Veela. Veela had the advantage of being able to handle bigger problems a little better than the regular witch. Fleur made a rough estimate of Harry. His cock was about seven inches long, perfect! And it was thick, girthy. The pheromones her Veela magic was releasing were reaching new heights as Fleur's arousal increased as she stared at Harry's erect cock.

Fleur looked deep into Harry's eyes for reassurance. Her Maman had told her a lady's first time, no matter her heritage, was bound to be at least slightly painful. Fleur laid on her back, facing Harry, with her legs spread. She wanted to look into Harry's eyes for their first time, see the love in his eyes, feel his presence, bask in his reassuring and comforting gaze. The eyes she fell in love with. The man she fell in love with. Fleur grasped Harry's cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance. She rubbed his tip against the wet labia of her pussy, lubricating the erected organ with her fluids.

Fleur locked her blue eyes with Harry's green ones and, steeling her nerves, she guided just the tip of her boyfriend's penis into her entrance. The tip parted the engorged pink lips of her pussy, penetrating the start of her virgin fields for the first time.

"Be gentle with me, 'Arry," Fleur pleaded before she let out a pleasured whine. Having Harry's swollen cock inside her, even if it was just the tip, was an entirely new sensation. And it felt good. Really good.

Fleur suddenly gasped, as if the reality of what was happening down there finally dawned on her. "Oh mon Dieu! 'Arry!"

Harry was desperately aroused but he maintained his self control, making sure that Fleur was alright through some passive magical sensing. He let her set the pace, and Fleur seemed to be accommodating fast enough. Right now, just the tip of his erection was sheathed inside of Fleur's amazingly hot pussy but he already knew he'd hit the jackpot in the shack.

Fleur gave him a small nod and he pushed in just a little further, making the Veela give a pleasured moan. Fleur's pussy was, in one word, incredible. The heat of being inside of her was incredible. Fleur's pussy was so incredibly tight and hot Harry thought he might've just felt heaven on Earth. Harry groaned in pleasure. He moved further inside of Fleur until he was met with resistance.

Fleur gave a courageous nod of approval but Harry nonetheless cradled her into his arms for what was going to be a fairly uncomfortable and probably painful sensation for Fleur. Slowly, Harry pushed forward until the tip of his cock pierced Fleur's hymen. The Veela winced and whimpered painfully, burying her face in the crook of Harry's neck. Harry brought Fleur close, kissing the top of her head soothingly.

"Shhh, Fleur, don't fret, it will be alright," he murmured in her ear. "Tell me when you feel comfortable again."

Fleur stayed still for about a minute to recover from losing her virginity before she rolled her hips tentatively. The pain had faded away and now, the pleasure was starting to kick in.

"You can move now, 'Arry," the silver blonde said.

Fleur threw her head back and let out a wanton moan as she felt Harry push into her and bottom out. She felt the walls of her pussy being stretched to limits she never knew were possible. His incredible length filed her to the brim, giving her the most arousing pleasurable feeling of being complete.

Harry grabbed Fleur's hips as he began thrusting slowly into Fleur's pussy. The delicious friction of their joining was like a drug that had him instantly enthralled. He had yet to get the hand of this entirely new sensation. Harry would be the first to admit that his rhythm wasn't stellar, nor was he particularly coordinated but Fleur didn't seem to mind. Her eyes were closed and every so often, a cute little moan would escape her lips as Harry gently moved inside her.

The feeling of being inside Fleur's lacked the correct words to describe it. If burning hot, liquid pleasure could be a single word, then that would be what being buried inside Fleur's pussy felt like; pure pleasure. Harry wasn't likely going to be able to go on without having sex very often with Fleur. The hot wetness of her pussy was getting him addicted. Harry had picked up the pace, he wasn't going to last on his first time, not after all the tortures Fleur had put him through.

Their primal joining soon filled the room with the sounds of slapping flesh, pleasured feminine moans and appreciative masculine grunts. Harry's thighs were slapping against Fleur's butt's cheeks, making her entire body move. Her C cup breasts were jiggling sexily as Harry thrust into her.

"Oohhh," Fleur moaned as Harry hit a spot particularly deep inside of her tunnel. "Oui, 'Arry, vas-y, plus fort! Allez, baise-moi, baise ma chatte!"

Harry felt Fleur's pussy tighten even more, gripping his girth. He couldn't last that much longer, his orgasm was approaching way too quickly. The erotic sounds that escaped Fleur were music to his ears. Pumping his cock into Fleur, Harry leaned down and sealed Fleur's lips in a heated kiss, staring into her eyes as he penetrated her. His cock twitched and he groaned into Fleur's mouth, barely managing to warn Fleur of his impending release.

"Fleur, I'm gonna cum," Harry gasped out.

Fleur pulled Harry deeper into her with her legs, trapping his cock inside her pussy.

"Inside, 'Arry, cum inside me, I want to fell you cum. Fill me up, fill my pussy, fill me up with your big cock!" Fleur whimpered in her lust-fuelled state. "Make me your woman, 'Arry, give me your cum."

The dirty talk from Fleur finally proved to be too much for Harry. With one last thrust of his cock into Fleur's awaiting hot wetness, Harry buried himself to the hilt inside Fleur's pussy. The first spurt of his seed shot into Fleur's love box, coating her womb in sticky white liquid. Harry and Fleur both let out loud moans. Harry's cock continued to shoot his cum deep into Fleur's no longer virgin fields, pumping her full of his seed, just as she had asked.

The feeling of excessive amounts of semen being pumped inside of her made Fleur shudder and her dam burst again. The moan she felt escape her throat was particularly loud. Her pussy spasmed and contracted, massaging Harry's cumming cock, milking it for every drop of seed it had. Sweat coated her skin and Harry's as well and they were both panting heavily from their first time having sex. If this was what sex felt like, then Fleur felt - knew - she wouldn't be able to go two days without feeling the pleasure of being fucked by Harry. Fleur felt Harry stroke her oversensitive clit, making her whimper as he slowly pulled his cock out of her vagina.

A small trail of cum dribbled out of Fleur's pussy and onto her thigh as Harry pulled away from her. Harry cupped Fleur's sex gently with one hand and leaned in, kissing her lips.

"Was that alright? Are you hurt, Fleur?" Harry asked Fleur concernedly.

Fleur shook her head. "Zat was parfait, 'Arry. I don't zink I've ever felt zat kind of plaisir in my entire life," Fleur said softly, slipping into her accent. "I love you," she added.

"I love you too, Isabelle," Harry responded, lying down next to Fleur on the bed.

"Oh and don't worry, I'm on the pill, I took it the day after we went to le Chardenoux. I am surprised I managed to resist the call of my magic for this long. I wanted to rip your clothes off right then in that park under the Eiffel tower."

Harry chuckled. "You don't say, when you started grinding against me when we were kissing, I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you."

"And now, you can do all those things to me," Fleur added teasingly, before she rolled to her side to face Harry. Something poked her thigh. Fleur licked her lips when she looked down before she brought her eyes back up, meeting Harry's horny gaze.

"'Ard again already, 'Arry?" Fleur happily asked. She was glad for her man's seemingly ravenous sexual appetite. She was hoping for a few rounds, after all.

"Well with a body like yours naked next to me, can really blame me for wanting to fuck you again and again?"

Fleur only grinned devilishly in response. It seemed like she was going to get to try something new. She had read about this particular thing in one or two old porno magazines she owned, hidden inside her trunk. She had bought those a few days after meeting Harry at the World Cup for personal reasons.

Fleur used a hand to prop herself up and keep Harry lying on his back flat on the bed. She swung a leg over his stomach, straddling his middle. Fleur then proceeded to rub her erogenous regions all over Harry's abs just for the sake of teasing him. She leaned down, flattening her breasts against Harry's torso. Fleur combed her fingers through Harry's hair as she whispered sweet words of nothingness in his ear. The cum inside of Fleur's pussy from the previous round was still leaking out of her slit, forming a small puddle of white on Harry's stomach, where Fleur had rubbed herself.

Fleur straightened back up, steadying herself with two hands on Harry's torso as she glided her hips down Harry's abdomen. In a single swift movement, Harry's hard cock speared into her pussy, making a wet, erotic gushing sound. Fleur let out a wanton squeal when Harry's cock entered her pussy in a single motion.

"Good girl," Harry's voice said beneath her. Fleur could practically hear his aroused smirk. Fleur rocker her hips back and forth to test the grounds, making sure she and Harry were both comfortable in this new position. Fleur raised her hips before she let her weight drag her down. Up and down. Fleur dragged herself up until just the tip of Harry's penis was buried inside her pussy before she dropped back down on the hard rod of flesh in a single movement. Harry moaned and groaned as Fleur began bouncing in his lap, driving his cock deep inside her hot and slick vagina. The bouncing of her body made her very prominent breasts bounce wildly as well, the entire thing making for an entirely too erotic sight.

Harry soon met Fleur's bouncing with his own upwards thrusts. The juices that leaked from Fleur's love box coated his penis, making the penetration that much more pleasurable. Fleur accompanied each drop of her hips with a small moan, a louder one echoed inside Harry's bedroom each time Harry's cock speared at her g-spot, sending fireworks to explode inside her brain. Fleur rode Harry like an expert, surprising both of them. There was just something natural about riding the big cock of the love of her life. It felt as if Harry's penis belonged inside of her. Harry thrust his cock into Fleur's tight pussy a few more times before he pulled out.

Cupping both Fleur's breasts, Harry gave the firm orbs of flesh a couple of squeezes before he dragged her down to the bed. Harry got behind Fleur and he pushed her down until she was on all fours, with her arse raised in the air. Fleur looked back at Harry with wide, excited eyes. Harry grasped his hard cock with one hand, stroking some of Fleur's juices onto it. Harry brushed the tip of his erection against Fleur's pink folds, making the Veela whimper.

"Do not tease me, 'Arry! Fuck me already!"

Harry lined himself with Fleur's entrance and he gave a thrust, driving his cock into his girlfriend's pussy. Fleur moaned whorishly, delecting herself at having Harry's penis back where it belonged, inside of her warm vagina. Harry set a punishing pace, pumping into Fleur's pussy furiously. He had come not too long ago so he would be able to last much longer this time. Harry alternated between giving short and rapid pumps into Fleur and slow but deep penetrations. He was starting to get the hang of having sex with Fleur now.

Fleur was purring, her pussy was contracting tightly against Harry's cock, massaging his hard length with her slick walls. The creamy white flesh of Fleur's cheeks looked gloriously divine. Harry's hand came down before he even realised it. A sharp slapping sound rang out in the room and Fleur's loud squeak added to it. Harry gave Fleur's butt another slap as he pounded into her from behind.

"Ohhh, ahhh, ah, oui, OUI! Baise ma chatte avec ta grosse queue, 'Arry! Ooohh, oui, yes, yes, c'est si bon! Tu me baises si bien…"

Harry leaned down as his cock slid between the engorged lips of Fleur's pussy. Harry cupped Fleur's breasts, fondling them as he pummeled into her. Fleur automatically arched her back, granting Harry easier access to her breasts. The two mounds of flesh were soft, complemented with pert, rosy nipples and soft pink areolas. Harry held onto Fleur's breasts as he continuously pushed his dick into her slick tunnel. The warmth of her surrounded him, bringing him pleasure he had never known was possible. Fleur's vagina was hugging his cock tightly, the walls of it were wet, very wet, allowing him easy movement. In one particularly deep thrust, the tip of Harry's cock hit Fleur's cervix. The feeling instantly sent the Veela over the edge, making a flow of juices leak out of her fluttering pussy. Fleur's pussy tightened, massaging Harry's cock as she came.

The tightness of Fleur's vagina and the squeezing of her walls made Harry cum for a second time. Burying his length deep inside Fleur's pussy, Harry released a torrent of hot white cum.

"Ohhh," he groaned as he came, "so tight, Fleur, you feel so good!"

Fleur mewled as Harry filled her up again. Thoroughly spent, Fleur collapsed, her arms no longer holding enough strength to keep her up. Harry pulled his cock out from Fleur's creampied pussy. He laid down next to her, wrapping an arm lazily around Fleur's waist.

Harry was glad the multiple - unwilling - talks about sex he had with Andromeda had paid off. She had told him that most oftenly, the first time was awkward and hardly pleasurable for the lady. He hadn't had that problem with Fleur, apparently, if her lustful moans were anything to go by.

The entire room reeked of the smell of sex. And the bedsheets would need to be changed. They were stained with Fleur's juices and Harry's cum.

"Fleur?" Harry said softly.

"Hmm?" The Veela hummed in response.

"Would you like a shower with me? The Ball is still going to be in a while."

"Okay," Fleur agreed lazily. "Shower then."

As Fleur got up, a large glob of cum escaped the confines of her lower lips, dribbling down her long leg.

"Look at the mess you 'ave made of me, 'Arry," Fleur joked.

"Don't look at me like you didn't want it," Harry shot back.

The two made their way into the bathroom and soon enough, both were under the spray of hot water. Harry had a bar of soap in one hand and he was washing Fleur's back for her. Well that was his excuse anyway. He was mostly just caressing Fleur's amazing skin. Still standing behind Fleur, Harry's cock stirred as he looked at Fleur's bum. The two mounds of flesh looked… yummy.

The hot water - adjusted to suit Fleur's much higher body temperature - was steaming up the glass door of the shower. Harry was thankful for the Heat Reducing Charm he had applied wandlessly on his skin. He was pretty sure the water was boiling hot.

Harry pressed himself against Fleur's back as his hands went to her front, 'washing' her there. His cock came to rest between Fleur's cheeks making her shudder.

"You brought your wand into the shower?" Fleur asked, panting.

"Depends on which wand you are talking about," Harry smirked, though Fleur couldn't see it. But she definitely could hear it in his voice. Harry moved his hands up, each one cupping the underside of Fleur's tits. Bouncing the perky orbs gently, Harry felt Fleur grind herself backwards against his erection.

"''Ow are you 'ard again, mon chéri?" Fleur asked incredulously. Her Maman had told her that most guys needed a while before they could get it back up but the speed at which Harry got hard was simply ridiculous. Fleur never realised it's but she had been blasting her Allure on Harry at full power since the moment she came into his room, wanting sex.

"Well, Fleur," Harry started. "Your body is simply too yummy for me not to want you."

Harry let go of Fleur's breasts and trailed his hands downwards to her navel. From behind Fleur, Harry cupped her sex possessively. Fleur had no problems against being treated like that by someone she knew loved her for more than the sexuality her Veela nature provided. And if Fleur was being honest with herself, she kind of liked the dominant nature Harry seemed to have when it came to sex. From what she had seen for now, she herself had no problem submitting. And so far, Harry was just simply perfect. He treated her like a princess in public, like a treasure so precious only he could handle it without shattering it. And in private, he was the ever so passionate lover Fleur desired.

"This is mine," Harry whispered huskily in Fleur's ear, biting her earlobe as he massaged her sex.

"And this is mine," Fleur answered, wrapping her dainty fingers around Harry's erected cock.

"It's yours whenever you want it from now on, Fleur darling, and you know it."

Fleur flushed bright red and she spluttered as Harry's hands caressed the soft skin of Fleur's nether regions. She did her best to hold herself back, to conserve whatever dignity she had left, but Fleur was fighting a battle that was lost before it even began. Fleur gave Harry little moans and whimpers of approval as he touched her delicate petals. "Zis is not showering at all," Fleur protested meekly.

"Your body doesn't seem to dislike it," Harry said, bringing his hand back up, showing it to Fleur. Even under the spray of the shower head, Fleur could clearly see the sticky transparent liquid of her arousal coating Harry's hand. She had leaked all over him. And the erection resting against her bum wasn't helping matters. To hell with it, Fleur thought. She had had sex with Harry already twice, but the Veela magic was somehow still not satiated and was still calling out to her. And she was too damned horny.

Fleur parted her legs, granting Harry access to her entrance and she swept his hard rod into her in a single movement. Harry's cock was back into her vagina and Fleur moaned loudly. They were doing it standing up and in the shower this time. The new position made Harry's cock rub against spots Fleur never knew existed as he thrust up into her tight pussy. Fleur felt herself being pushed against the wall of the shower as Harry pumped his large dick into her small pussy.

Fleur arched her back, making the sweet friction of her and Harry's lovemaking inside her that much more pleasurable.

"AAAHH!" Fleur screamed as Harry gave her left cheek a sharp slap. The pain and pleasure mix sent waves of high flooding her mind, encompassing her in the animalistic pleasure of being penetrated deeply by her lover.

Harry's right hand came up to rest against Fleur's neck and he tilted her head back gently to kiss her. Fleur's legs felt shaky as her arse pillowed for Harry's pelvis every time his thrusts met her backside.

Harry thrust into Fleur's hot pussy with abandon. Fleur, with her back arched, tilted her head back, staring into Harry's eyes as he fucked her. Had she known that sex would feel this good, she would've jumped Harry much, much sooner. Despite orgasming multiple times before, Fleur felt a tightening inside her core, a bubble of warmth began spreading inside her. Harry's invading member slid easily into her tight folds, the warm water spraying against their back serving as lubricant.

"'Arry, I'm close," Fleur panted, but Harry pulled out. Fleur made a noise of disappointment. "Why did you pull out?" she asked needily.

"I want to watch you as I make you cum, Fleur," Harry growled, turning Fleur around to face him, pressing her back to the wall of the shower.

Fleur blushed heavily at Harry's words and she brought her legs together, rubbing them against each other, getting what stimulation she could after losing the feeling of Harry's cock inside her. Harry curled a finger under Fleur's chin, tilting her head up.

"You're absolutely beautiful, love," Harry murmured, bringing himself close to Fleur's face, their noses touching.

"You only say that because we are 'aving sex," Fleur whispered dejectedly.

"No," Harry corrected her. "I say it because I love you. I say it because it is the truth. Looks or not, Veela or not, Allure or not, I love you, Fleur Delacour."

Fleur almost burst into tears, but she managed to rein herself in and she gave a watery - because of the shower - smile to Harry before she brought his head down and kissed him scorchingly. They said kissing your love was like connecting your soul together, sharing something deeply intimate, and feel it, Fleur did. Maybe the soul was somewhere near the heart. Because the undisguised love Harry held for her made Fleur feel incredibly warm, in a spot right next to her heart. They said love warmed the soul. They said love made you strong. Fleur felt invincible, knowing Harry loved her and she loved him.

Unfortunately, she was still incredibly aroused. Harry had pulled out of her some time ago, without any of them finishing.

"I love you too, 'Arry Potter. But I 'ave needs you need to attend to right now."

Harry kissed Fleur lovingly on her lips before his eyes turned hungry. Fleur, pressed against the wall, parted her legs, exposing her pink slit to Harry. The invitation was enough for Harry, who wasted no time in sliding his still hard cock back into the slick tunnel between Fleur's shapely legs. Harry threw his head back, groaning appreciatively from the pleasure of being engulfed by Fleur's silky, sopping cunt, giving Fleur just the opportunity she needed. Fleur's lips went to Harry's exposed neck. As her boyfriend's cock thrust into her, Fleur sucked on his neck, making sure she left bright red marks. They were going to have to attend the Yule Ball tonight and Fleur was going to make sure the people knew this was her man and hers only.

Fleur whimpered enthusiastically each time Harry hammered into her. In their current position, each time Harry thrust his cock into her pussy, his pelvis hit the top of her snatch, applying some of the sweetest pleasure Fleur had ever felt on her clit.

"Oohhh," Fleur moaned as Harry's tip battered against her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Harry began flicking her hard nipples. "C'est si bon, 'Arry! Détruit ma petite chatte avec ta grosse queue, vas-y, baise-moi!"

"Cum for me, Fleur. I want to feel your pussy tighten as I make you mine," Harry growled at Fleur, who was still nestled in the crook of his neck, giving him a collection of hickeys. The dirty words that escaped Harry's mouth made Fleur clamp her legs shut and she shuddered as shockwaves of ecstacy washed over her. Blissed out, lost in the confines of pleasure, Fleur whimpered and whined.

Having given Fleur her release, Harry began chasing after his own peak. Latching his lips to Fleur's breast, Harry sucked hard on her tit as he pumped his cock into her pussy wildly. Within a few thrusts, Harry feld his cock twitch and he exploded inside Fleur, filling her up for the third time in the morning with his hot semen.

Fleur felt a second, small orgasm rip through her as Harry filled her up. She was certain that her entire womb was filled with Harry's cum by now. She could feel the hot liquid swirling around inside her and leaking out as Harry pulled out from her.

"'Arry, you are lucky that the pill is magically engineered to be infallible," Fleur gave a shaky laugh as she traced the jaw of her panting boyfriend. "Or else I am pretty sure I'd be pregnant right now, with how much cum you pumped into me."

Harry looked up to Fleur and he gave her a proud smile, to which Fleur promptly smacked him on his head.

"Cochon!"

"And you love me," Harry shot back cheekily.

"Oui, I do love you."

"Then would you care for another round?" Harry asked, pawing at Fleur's thighs.

"No," Fleur said, slapping his hand away from her legs. "We 'ave to dance tonight and I am already sore. And our shower 'as taken far too long."

They actually washed each other off this time, before they went back into Harry's room and got dressed with fresh sets of clothes. Well apparently, it wasn't morning anymore. The Ball was set to start at 6 p.m. and end at around midnight. And it was currently 1 o'clock in the afternoon. The couple still had time to mess around for a bit.

"How about we- well I sneak onto the Beauxbatons carriage with you?" Harry proposed after he and Fleur had gotten dressed.

"If you get caught and I can't see you for the first week after Christmas break…" Fleur left her threat at that but her message was clear as day; do not get caught.

As they left Harry's room, Fleur's legs felt shaky and wobbly and she walked a little funny, until Harry, pity in having caused Fleur's current state, scooped her up into his arms and he carried her through the castle, ignoring her demands that he put her back down. Fleur was so embarrassed at being carried around by Harry like a small child that she simply buried her face in his shirt and hoped that nobody would recognise her. Unfortunately, nobody else had hair like her so quite a few people ended up knowing it was her, though none expressed their thoughts, their jealous glares directed at Harry were enough to convey their thoughts.

"'Arry?" Fleur said, raising her head from Harry's neck.

"Oui?"

"Why did you walk all the way to the carriage? Couldn't you 'ave, you know, done that thing you do instead of Apparating? Didn't you say you could go through wards with that?" Fleur asked.

"Shit. You've got a point."

Sometimes, you know so much information you end up forgetting most of it.

Fleur punched Harry's shoulder. "'Onestly! I could 'ave been spared the embarrassment of being carried around!" Fleur yelled.

"Well at least now, all the guys know that you are mine," Harry reasoned.

Fleur huffed. "Only you would think acting like a caveman is something reasonable to do. Get us to my cabin now," Fleur ordered.

"Which part of the carriage is it?"

"The back end of it. I 'ave the biggest room."

"Got it."

Harry, still carrying Fleur, Faded both of them away and into Fleur's room. They both reappeared inside Fleur's spacious cabin. Harry looked around. Fleur's room looked quite similar to his own quarters inside the castle. She had a big bed, and enough room to fit a desk and a wardrobe. There was also a second door to the right of her bed, which Harry assumed led to her bathroom. Something tugged at his pants.

"What the- Fleur!" Harry exclaimed, surprised at finding his girlfriend on her knees, between his legs, unbuckling his pants.

"Quoi?" Fleur asked innocently, as if she was doing the most natural thing in the world.

"I thought you said you were sore?"

"Well we've got plenty of time to kill, and I'm sure if you could give me a very hot massage, I will be more than fine. Plus, we've already christened your bed and your room, so it is time we do the same with mine."

Fleur pulled Harry's cock from its confines and gave it a few firm strokes to get it hard.

"You were the one that wanted another round, non?" She added with a saucy wink before she engulfed Harry's semi-hard cock with her mouth. Harry groaned in pleasure as Fleur's warm mouth engulfed his length. Fleur had one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, pumping him as her mouth worked wonders around his tip. Fleur kept her eyes locked with Harry for the entire time she sucked on his cock. Her eyes held a mirthful spark in them, showing to Harry just how much she enjoyed what she was doing to him. Harry combed his fingers through Fleur's silver hair. She didn't like to be choked or even have her head remotely pushed down whenever she was blowing him. He had learned that soon enough.

Fleur swirled her tongue around Harry's shaft, teasing the underside of his hard cock as she licked and sucked at the erect organ. Her hand began pumping his length faster. Fleur pulled her head back until she had just the tip of Harry's cock inside her mouth and she sucked. Harry groaned loudly at the intense pleasure the suction brought him. Fleur bobbed her head as she pleasured Harry. Taking in a sharp breath through her nose, letting the musky scent of Harry drown her, Fleur did something she had seldom had the courage to try yet.

She bobbed down hard, shoving the entirety of Harry's cock down her mouth and the tip reached into her throat. Fleur immediately fought against her gag reflex. She held herself there, on her knees, her kickers drenched with Harry's cum from this morning's sessions that had leaked and her own juices, with Harry's cock shoved down her throat.

"Such a good girl," Harry smirked, stroking Fleur's cheek tenderly.

Fleur whimpered. The humiliation from being on her knees, pleasuring Harry's hard cock turned her on to no end. Fleur pulled back and let Harry's cock slip out of mouth. She panted and gasped for breath, a trickle of spit trailed down her chin and Harry's entire length was shining with her spit too. Fleur gasped and growled a little, frustrated. Normally, Harry never lasted this long when she sucked him off. Perhaps having sex three times in a row in the same morning had something to do with Harry not cumming yet. Fleur took Harry back into her mouth, redoubling her efforts.

Using her tongue, Fleur massaged Harry's penis in every way she could find, teasing the tip, rubbing the underside, sucking on the shaft, bobbing on the length. Her hand pumped his base faster and faster, desperately trying to make Harry bust. Fleur hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on Harry's entire length.

Harry felt himself coming close. Fleur's mouth was just as warm and wet and silky as her pussy but it was somehow a different feeling. Fucking Fleur's pussy was like having his cock massaged by a slick, tight flesh tunnel. Her mouth felt like something indescribable, something that could move and pleasure him in any way possible. If Harry had to choose though, he would say he preferred taking Fleur down there. She was much more tight and hot there.

"I'm close, Fleur," Harry warned his girlfriend. But Fleur paid him no attention. She continued giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, fucking her mouth with his cock.

Fleur felt Harry twitch and spasm inside her mouth. She smirked and gave him one last wet suck before she felt him explode inside her mouth. Hot liquid hit the back of her throat as Harry groaned loudly. Fleur kept her lips sealed and continued bobbing her head as she brought her lover to his fourth orgasm of the day. Fleur took extra care in not letting a single drop of Harry's cum escape her mouth. She had had her womb filled three times, she wanted her stomach filled as well. Fleur wanted to take advantage of the day she and Harry both lost their virginities fully. She would try to have sex as many times as possible with Harry, no matter if she couldn't move a limb the next day. Having sex with Harry was something the Veela within her had demanded for the longest time and it had finally gotten what it wanted but starting now, her Veela hormones, despite the mating season ending a little more than a month ago, would keep wanting more and more pleasure.

Fleur felt Harry's cock twitch one last time before it stilled. Fleur pumped her hand a few more times just to make sure she got every last drop of Harry's cum. The hot semen in her mouth didn't taste bad, nor did it taste particularly good. It was a little salty and the texture was a bit weird but it was the filthiness and erotic situation that made her crave more of Harry's cum. Opening her mouth from her place on her knees on the floor, Fleur showed Harry her mouthful of cum. She saw Harry suppress a groan at the erotic sight. Fleur made a show of herself swallowing Harry's seed, making a noisy swallowing sound as she gulped the liquid down.

"I love your cock, 'Arry," Fleur purred sexily, eyeing Harry's dangling shaft.

"It is yours anytime you want it, love," Harry assured her tiredly.

"Did I wear you out?" Fleur asked teasingly, pulling Harry's pants back up.

"Ugh, I need a break, Fleur," Harry groaned, pulling Fleur to her feet.

"I will make sure you are sufficiently rested for the dance, 'Arry. And then I am going to ravish you tonight. You've had your fun with me this morning, you're mine tonight," Fleur informed Harry.

"Anything you want," Harry said easily.

"Good. Now come, this bed has only seen a single occupant and it is quite lonely. Allez viens, mon loup, dors," Fleur said, pulling Harry to her bed. "You can 'ave these for pillows," she added, cupping her breasts through her uniform, presenting them to Harry.

Fleur laid down on her back on her bed first, flattening a pillow behind her for comfort. She pulled Harry down and over her, making sure he rested his head on her breasts like promised. Wrapping her arms around Harry like he had done for her so many times, Fleur whispered soft soothing words of silly nothingness in his ear as she played with his hair. Fleur cuddled Harry until his breath slowed and he relaxed completely into her embrace, his face buried in her cleavage, fast asleep.

Fleur looked at Harry's sleeping face. He looked so much more relaxed when he was asleep than he usually did when he was awake. Whereas he looked devilishly handsome awake, a sleeping Harry looked very cute, Fleur decided. Fleur thought back to her morning - their morning - as she held her sleeping boyfriend. The sex had been amazing and Fleur couldn't be happier with them taking the next step in their relationship. It was something that was going to last, Fleur was sure of it. Fleur had plans of purchasing a house somewhere after she graduated , having technically already moved out from her parents' place. She had to ask Harry if he wanted to move in with her. The thought of living with Harry in a maybe more permanent setting brought a broad grin to Fleur's face. If Harry agreed - which Fleur was almost sure he would - she would have him close to her and she would get home everyday to his handsome face. And most of their expenses would be divided by half. Fleur pressed her lips to Harry's forehead. Merlin she loved Harry!

Fleur tapped her alarm clock and set an alarm for 4:30. An hour and a half would be more than enough for her and Harry to get ready for the Ball. And Fleur fell asleep too, holding Harry to her like he was a giant teddy bear.

The annoying buzzing of her wand woke Fleur up. She had thought her lust to be satiated, but apparently not. The dream she was having before her accursed wand woke her up had been very, very wet. Literally. Fleur checked the clock. 4:32. The Ball started at 6 p.m. sharp.

"'Arry!" Fleur whispered loudly, shaking her boyfriend lightly. "'Arry, wake up!"

"Don't wanna," Harry muttered, burying his head into Fleur's cleavage. "My pillow is too comfy and squishy."

The chimes of Fleur's crystalline laughter rang out in her bedroom on the carriage. "I know you like my breasts, 'Arry, but we must really be getting up. The Ball is soon."

"No," Harry argued, turning his head away from Fleur's voice, but still snuggling against her chest.

"You are getting up right this instant, or I won't let you touch me for a week," Fleur threatened. She was a bit short-handed on ways to make Harry obey and the only leverage she had found was sex. Well she wasn't sure she would be able to carry out that threat herself, being a horny young woman - Veela or not - herself. But Harry hadn't realised that point. He was up in an instant, fully awake.

"So all it takes for you to listen to me is to threaten you with sex?" Fleur mocked, acting as if she didn't already know Harry's answer.

"We had sex for the first time today, Fleur. I am not looking to lose any possible repeats of that event any time soon."

"I know," Fleur smirked. "If you're good at the Ball, we can 'ave a repeat - as you put it - of this morning's events tonight," she added saucily.

"You know I am never going to say no to that, Fleur!" Harry said eagerly, already basking in the feeling of having Fleur's naked body against his once more.

"That is the spirit, baby!" Fleur cheered.

"Baby?" Harry asked a bit uncertainly. To his knowledge, Fleur had always called him by his first name 'til this day.

"You do not like it?" Fleur asked, sounding a bit hurt.

"No, that's not what I mean," Harry quickly amended. "It's just that… well… you never use pet names in English. You always say them in French. I just didn't expect it."

Harry pulled Fleur close.

"I actually really like it when you call me baby. It keeps the jealousy at bay," he whispered hotly in her ear.

Fleur wanted to kiss Harry right then and there but she knew if she did that, they would most certainly be late for the Ball. And the Champions' attendance was mandatory. But Harry's voice was wreaking havoc in her belly, toiling up the familiar heat of arousal inside her. Fleur steeled herself and said instead, "I did not take my man for the jealous type."

"Oh trust me, I am very jealous. But that is only because I have you. Had I had my way with the world, any man that looked at you would have to die on principle," Harry almost growled.

Fleur suppressed the moan that threatened to escape her lips when she felt Harry's aura flare up. His magic normally only surged like that when he held his wand or when she blasted him with her completely unleashed Allure. He must've actually meant his words for his magic to react like that. Fleur found his jealousy oddly arousing and endearing. He didn't try to control her, but he still expressed his feelings and that was something Fleur definitely thought was hot.

Fleur managed to control herself just enough to give Harry a small kiss on his cheek. "So, what are you wearing tonight?" she asked.

"I was thinking of wearing transfigured robes. I don't exactly own any dress robes and I want us to match colours so I think transfigured clothes would be a good choice. And…"

"Quoi?"

"Well I have a very good control of my magic and I am skilled enough in Transfiguration, so the transfigured clothes should last for more than 48 hours. And they will look like any high quality tailored dress robes."

"Well it would seem I 'ave no other choice but to trust your skill," Fleur sighed. "We don't 'ave time to go shopping anyways."

"Right. So what are you going to wear?" Harry asked curiously.

Fleur stepped to her wardrobe, this one was way smaller than the step-in one in her flat. She rummaged through the hangers for the dress her mother had prepared for her. She went through everything but she never found the stylish dress she was looking for. Damnit.

"Putain, I forgot to pack my dress," Fleur sighed, looking at Harry pleadingly.

"Don't worry," Harry soothed. "I can have things fixed in a moment. Unless you also want to wear a transfigured dress?"

"I could," Fleur reasoned. "If you can make them look good enough."

"Hand me a set of your uniform," Harry ordered.

Fleur collected a set of powder blue robes from her wardrobe and handed them to Harry. "Do not be a pervert, 'Arry," Fleur warned. "Those are washed and perfectly clean."

Harry scoffed, feigning being hurt. "Like I would do something like what you are insinuating I would," he said indignantly.

"You would definitely," Fleur said with certainty.

Harry ignored her last comment. "What colour do you want your dress to be?" he asked.

"Can you make it silver with blue accents and sparkles?" Fleur asked hopefully.

"To match your hair and eyes," Harry said approvingly, catching Fleur's vibe.

Harry pulled his wand out and the mossy green colour of his eyes turned significantly more vibrant. A small wave of magic radiated from his body, washing over the entirety of Fleur's room as Harry pulled his wand out of its holster.

Harry cast a powerful Chameleon Charm on Fleur's set of Beauxbatons uniform, the same charm he used in the Duelling Tournament to make his Stunning Spell look like a Killing Curse.

Fleur watched, amazed, as a thin ray of light began glowing at the tip of Harry's wand. The ray was a brilliant grey colour, with blemishes of cerulean. Fleur watched the tip of Harry's wand touch her blue uniform and a spot of silver immediately coloured her uniform where the wand had touched it. The emerald on the handle of Harry's wand glowed as the spot of silver began growing and growing, until the whole top and skirt were both recoloured to a shining silver with blue accents.

"How do you want the dress to be?" Harry asked Fleur.

"Maybe strapless? And past my knees in length, I suppose. Oh, and make it single slitted, for my right leg. And can you make me matching heels too?" Fleur made her best cute eyes at Harry. "Pretty please?"

"I was going to make those anyway," Harry muttered. "There was no need for the extra dramatics."

With a few careful flicks of his wand, Fleur's uniform was longer, the skirt and top had disappeared, fused into a single piece dress with a back zipper. The dress had no straps, went well past knee-length, had a single slit on the right side, and had colours that matched Fleur's hair and eyes. Harry looked at his finished work. He had made the dress quite form-fitting so he only had himself to blame if people stared at the impressive amount of curves Fleur was sure going to show off. Harry summoned a pair of running shoes Fleur had in her wardrobe (that he never saw her wear anyway) and transfigured those into silver stiletto heels.

Harry then passed his wand over himself, shifting his black Hogwarts' robes into the same silver as Fleur's newly transfigured dress except that he added discreet green trims and hues to his own. Underneath his robes, Harry transfigured his shirt into a grey costume, with a discreet black shirt underneath. Fleur gave Harry a once over before nodding approvingly.

"You 'ave done a good job, 'Arry. Now turn around so that I can change," Fleur said.

"I've already seen you naked, there's no need to be shy now," Harry grumbled at having been denied a chance at ogling his girlfriend's body.

"That is my point. If I let you see me now, you will most certainly try something and we'll be late."

Fleur changed her mind at the last second. She grabbed her wand and summoned her chair, before she pushed Harry onto it and kissed him fully on the lips. The kiss was a distraction, as Fleur discreetly cast some binding spells on Harry, tying him solidly to the chair.

"Wh- Fleur?" Harry asked, confused. "What are you doing?"

Fleur gave him a smouldering look and a wide smirk before she started to undress. Her sweater went off first and her pants followed. Fleur unclipped her bra and stepped out of her panties. She turned around and thrust her hip out on one side, striking a pose for Harry with her arse sticking out.

"You are tied up, 'Arry," Fleur purred. "You cannot touch me, you can only look. I will be all yours tonight, only if you behave at the Ball."

Fleur turned, taking her time to bend down and choose another set of kickers and a strapless bra. She gave Harry all the torturing time to admire her glistening slit before she pulled her new knickers up and clipped her bra on. Shen then went ahead and promptly sat on Harry's lap. Fleur ground her scantily clad self against Harry and she brushed her fingers teasingly down his neck. She was surprised Harry had kept quiet until now.

"I want you so bad, Fleur," Harry groaned. Ah, so there it was. Harry hadn't lost his voice entirely.

"You cannot, you can't touch me," Fleur teased before she got off of Harry's lap. "Be'ave or you will not get anything tonight."

Fleur picked up the dress Harry had transfigured for her and she stepped into it. She unbound Harry's restraints using her wand. "Zip me up, will you?" Fleur asked him.

Harry walked up to Fleur shakily and pulled the zipper of her dress up. "You know I will get you back for that striptease, right?" Harry murmured, biting down on Fleur's bare shoulder, making sure not to bite too hard as to not leave a mark. She had to look like a proper lady tonight, after all.

Fleur whimpered softly, turning her head to the side to look at Harry. "That was not a striptease," Fleur told her boyfriend. "I would've gone much, much slower if I really wanted to tease you. I would 'ave you begging for me, monsieur."

"Right," Harry said, watching as Fleur went to her dresser and pulled out a makeup kit.

Fleur only applied a light touch of cherry lipstick before she waved her hand and styled her hair up. She opted for the same French braid as the one she had chosen the night she arrived at Hogwarts. Fleur removed her socks before she stepped into the stiletto heels Harry had transfigured for her. Fleur did a little twirl on herself and struck a pose for Harry.

Harry, having seen her dress, was still left speechless as Fleur turned around. How he had gotten this angelic woman to be his, he knew not. What he did know was that she looked divinely beautiful.

"Wow…" Harry breathed

Fleur gave Harry a soft smile, a smile she only reserved for him. "Merci, mon amour… it is time to go, 'owever."

Getting ready had taken more than an hour, apparently. They had fifteen minutes to get to the Great Hall. "There's going to be one problem, Fleur," Harry said.

"Which is?" Fleur asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Your shoes. It's snowing outside," Harry remarked.

"And you cannot get us directly into the castle… because?"

"Well that would mean revealing to everyone that I can take anyone with me through Anti-Apparition wards, which would mean I'd be arrested. Last time I checked that nobody was looking. But this time, everyone's going to be there."

"Then you shall be doing your duty to your lady as her man," Fleur stated smugly.

"And what is that?" Harry questioned.

"You will be carrying me to the hall, of course!" Fleur said as if it was obvious. "And make sure that you don't mess up my hair."

"Right," Harry sighed. "But didn't you insist that you did not want to be carried not too long ago? I remember you were quite vocal about it too."

"Bah," Fleur said. "Do as I ask and do not question me, 'Arry."

"And I think the soreness is starting to kick in," Fleur added. "I think we went a bit too overboard, even my Veela magic cannot give my legs their strength back."

Harry tried to not look too happy with himself. Judging by the smack on his arm Fleur gave him, he had been unsuccessful.

"Hop on then," Harry changed the subject, extending his arms to Fleur. Harry picked Fleur up in a bridal carry and walked out of her room. They had barely made it into the slim hallway of the carriage before they were accosted by a girl wearing a dark red dress.

"Fleur," the girl sneered, speaking in accented English to ensure Harry knew what she said. She didn't know Harry spoke French and Harry had no intention of letting her now. The girl looked quite worked up and was probably fuming about something. Harry set Fleur down. He turned to the girl, tapping his foot impatiently.

Fleur raised an eyebrow at the girl as if she was beneath her. "What?"

"Should I even be surprised zat you are coming out of your room wiz a boy? We are een Eengland and you are already ensnaring unsuspecting boys. You are such a slut! I bet e - she pointed to Harry - doesn't even love you! You just 'ave 'im under your Allure!" the girl sneered again.

Harry was about to respond to the girl when Fleur gave him a look that told him to let her handle this. Harry settled down and watched, well more like felt, Fleur's Allure flare up. This time, unlike all the previous times Harry had been encompassed by it, Fleur's magic wasn't sensual or comforting. It felt violent, like a raging inferno of flames. Had Fleur turned it up completely, Harry was pretty sure he would actually be feeling pain. Their interlocutor was faring much, much worse against Fleur's Allure. The girl looked absolutely terrified.

"You dare call me a slut!" Fleur yelled. "You dare doubt 'Arry's love for me?! 'Arry already eez the man your idiotic boyfriend could only dream of being! You were always just a jealous little girl, Annabelle."

"YOU-"

Whatever the girl, Annabelle, was about to shout, she never got it out of her mouth. Harry had seen her hand discreetly sneaking down to her leg for her wand. So Harry tried something he had seen the Headmaster do once. He had never tried it before but he violently pushed his magic completely out of his core, as if he was charging enough power to fire a dozen of Killing Curses at the same time. The blast he created pushed himself, Fleur and Annabelle back, Annabelle being pushed the furthest. Her back collided forcefully against the wall of the hallway, knocking the air out of her lungs. Harry helped Fleur steady herself and he gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Should've warned you."

Fleur gave Harry a tiny smile before her features twisted into an angry scowl once more. "Do not talk to me, ever, again, Annabelle," Fleur growled, walking up to the girl.

The girl flinched when Fleur stood in all her height in front of her. And Fleur promptly slapped the other girl. Harry would've been bothered for the other girl's health had she not said the atrocities she said to Fleur, but seeing as she did, oh well, Harry felt no compassion for her. And Fleur may have seemed slender, but she packed quite the arm strength. Harry was well placed to know that. He had tried to scare Fleur once as a prank and he had ended the day sporting a very nice pain in the stomach from where Fleur had 'unintentionally' hit him. Harry found Fleur's little show to be somehow very hot. And Fleur had slipped into her accent when she got angry. Her accent, which was much more pronounced when they had first met, had mostly disappeared nowadays. To have Fleur actually slip back into it must've meant that the words from Annabelle actually hurt Fleur more than she let on.

Harry quickly caught up with Fleur.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked the Veela kindly.

"Non," Fleur shook her head sadly. "I shouldn't 'ave 'it 'er. I lowered myself to 'er level."

"It doesn't matter to me. You defended me and that is all. That girl was out of place anyways. You did nothing wrong. And there is no lowering yourself to her level. You did what you did because you thought it was what it would take to get the message through, even if it was a little bit, erm, violent."

"Still," Fleur insisted. "I shouldn't 'ave let 'er words get to me."

"Do you actually care what others think of you?" Harry asked sceptically.

"No!" Fleur yelled. "It's because of what she said!"

Ah. So that is what Fleur was upset about. "Fleur," Harry said loudly, turning her head to him with a finger under her chin. "Look at me. I love you. I do not love you because of your Allure. I love your Allure because it makes you who you are. I love your looks because they are who you are. I love you because you are you. Understood?"

Fleur gave a small nod before bursting into tears. She actually cried. It had been a long time since that last happened. Fleur cried into Harry's shoulder, a few months of pent up emotion finally coming out. Harry picked Fleur up once more, letting her soak the crook of his neck in her tears. He patted her back in a recomforting gesture, rocking her soothingly.

"Don't cry Fleur," Harry whispered in her ear. He cast a discreet, silent spell to fix her makeup.

The slippery trek to the castle went by fairly uneventfully. Fleur had stopped crying as they reached the top of the castle's snow-covered stone steps. Harry set Fleur down as they walked into the mediaeval castle, with Fleur looping her arm through his. They arrived in the crowded hallway leading to the Great Hall.

"Ah! Potter, Miss Delacour, Champions, this way," Professor McGonagall said, ushering the couple to the big doors of the Great Hall. "Potter, you and Miss Delacour will be going in first, followed by Mr. Krum and Miss Granger, and finally, Mr. Potter and Miss Patil. Champions, you have the opening dance."

Harry nodded to his Transfiguration teacher neutrally. Turning to Fleur, Harry erased the last tear stains on her cheeks. "Are you ready?" Harry murmured to Fleur.

"Non," Fleur whispered back. "My legs feel like they are made of jelly."

Music started to play from inside the Great Hall and the doors burst open. "In you go, Champions!" McGonagall yelled over the concerto. "There are guests of importance seated inside already. They will be joining you on the dancefloor after the first dance."

Harry and Fleur shared a look. Great. A political soirée. Walking into the middle of the dancefloor with the other couples behind them, Harry and Fleur peered into each other's eyes. Harry slipped a hand down to Fleur's waist and his other hand held hers up. They started dancing to the slow music, waltzing to the rhythm of the musicians.

Harry, Fleur found out, was an excellent dancer. And she had taken lessons since she was little. Harry led her through the dancefloor gracefully, not once stepping on her toes. Harry held her body close to his and Fleur rested her head on his chest as they swayed. This was nice. Harry's hand on her waist dipped dangerously low, causing Fleur to raise her head from her boyfriend's shoulder. She gave him a half sultry, half warning look.

"I told you to be'ave, 'Arry.," Fleur murmured. She was saying this mostly because she felt herself getting more aroused by the minute. Having Harry pressed against her as they danced reminded her of this morning and the four times they had sex.

The song ended and the whole room burst into loud applause. Fleur felt her legs tremble and she almost tripped. The dancing had only made her already sore legs even weaker. Thankfully, Harry caught her before she could fall on her face. As the orchestra started playing another song, people started to join the dancefloor with their partners. Fleur and Harry opted to go to the Champion's table to sit down. What they did not expect however, was for a familiar face to be waiting for them.

"Fleur!"

"Maman?!" Fleur blurted as a blonde woman came into view.

"That's me!" The woman said, laughing. "And 'Arry! 'Ow is my darling daughter's boyfriend doing?"

"Very good, Mrs. Delacour. How about yourself?"

"Ah, 'Arry," Apolline gasped, wiggling her hands dramatically. "Such formality! Must you make me feel old? Call me Apolline! Or Maman, if you must."

"Maman!" Fleur exclaimed, embarrassed.

"What?" Apolline asked. "It is true, non?"

And then, the woman leaned closer to Fleur, though she made sure Harry would be able to hear every one of her words. "Don't you think I 'ave not seen it. You were dancing funny. So, tell me, 'ow many times did you do it? Was it good? Did he make you finish?"

Harry, who had picked up a drink, almost spit everything out of his mouth. And Fleur looked like a ripe tomato. Her blush went from her ears all the way to her neck.

"Maman! That is not the type of question you should ask your daughter!" Fleur hissed, scandalized.

"Aw, allez, Fleur! I need to know! Quickly, before your father comes back!" Apolline pleaded.

Fleur's blush got even deeper and Harry resolutely looked anywhere but at his girlfriend's mother.

"Four times. 'Arry made me finish every time," Fleur squeaked.

Apolline gave a nod of approval. "Such a stud," she whispered, grazing Harry's arm with the tip of her fingers. "I already gave you my blessing but I will say it again. You are the perfect man for my Fleur, 'Arry."

"Thank you…" Harry said. "Maman," he added much more quietly.

Apolline's smile could have blinded the whole room.

"I won't press matters now as you are still in school but as soon as you both graduate, I better see a ring on Fleur's finger," Apolline stated in a no-nonsense voice, looking intently at Harry.

"What's this I'm hearing?" A man's voice said.

"Papa!" Fleur hugged her father.

"Fleur, darling! Oho! And 'Arry! How is my favourite couple doing?"

Fleur and Harry shared a look.

"Ah! I see," Sébastien sighed. "Should I be worried that the title of Grandpa is going to be entrusted to me? Is that what that ring story is about?"

"Non!" Fleur groaned. "I'm on the frickin pill!"

"Frickin?" Harry raised an eyebrow at Fleur. "Is that my English culture starting to rub off on you, Fleur?"

"Never!" Fleur said, sticking her tongue out at Harry. "I will make a Frenchman out of you and that is final."

Sébastien waited for Fleur and Harry to be done with their little banter before he brought the subject back.

"So if Fleur's on the pill, that means that you did have sex?"

"Papa," Fleur sighed. "You and Maman should really stop asking about me and 'Arry's sex life. It concerns no one but us."

"I have to make sure my daughter isn't hurt, though," Sébastien remarqued. "Not that Harry isn't the perfect gentleman or anything, but you are my daughter, Fleur , and I have to be sure."

"'Arry treats me like a princess, Papa, you don't 'ave to worry," Fleur soothed.

"Oh right, I completely forgot last time," Harry suddenly said. "But uh, Monsieur Delacour, with your blessing, I would like to date your daughter."

Sébastien raised an eyebrow at Harry. "Isn't it what you are already doing?"

"Err," Harry tugged on the collar of his robe uncomfortably, "yes? But I thought it'd be better if I asked anyway…"

"Oh well," Sébastien sighed, rolling his eyes. "You two 'ave already done things together, who am I to stop you? Just stay safe, both of you, and I'll be as 'appy as a man seeing his daughter fall in love with a man will be."

"Okay! That's enough! 'Ave fun, you two!" Apolline said to Harry and Fleur. "Sébastien and I 'ave a busy evening meeting with English officials so we'll leave you younglings to it! Bye bye!"

And the woman dragged her husband off.

"Are you hungry?" Harry asked his now official, with the blessing of the father, girlfriend.

Fleur nodded and her stomach growled, confirming that she was indeed hungry. Harry led Fleur to the Champion's table where Charles and his date - Parvati, was it? - seemed to be having a not so comfortable evening. They sat next to each other but we're resolutely staring in the opposite direction.

Harry pulled Fleur's chair out for her before he took his own seat. There was a folded menu on each of the plates. Harry looked at his menu before turning to Fleur. He didn't particularly feel like eating English tonight. The stews and soups Fleur seemed to favour sounded much more appealing.

"What would you recommend, Fleur? There's so many French dishes, the elves are outdoing themselves…"

Fleur peered at her menu and followed the list of dishes with her finger before she found something.

"We ate in France and yet you 'ave not tried the soupe à l'oignon yet," Fleur said with a mocking disappointed shake of her head at Harry. "Try it. As a main course. It is extremely good with cheese and if you dip some bread - must be a baguette, Fleur added - then you 'ave a delicious soup combo."

Harry did as Fleur said and, looking around the room, he saw some people speaking to their plates. The Wizarding world could be weird and so Harry thought not much of it. It was probably the way of ordering food tonight. And so, Harry asked his empty plate for an onion soup. His plate disappeared instantly, replaced by a steaming bowl of soup. If the smell was anything to go by, Fleur was indeed right. Harry's stomach growled needily at the attractive aromas of the soup.

Fleur, who had opted for a bowl of bouillabaisse, was watching Harry eat his soupe à l'oignon with a smug grin etched upon her lips. Fleur's smugness did not go amiss by Harry. Harry, who was sitting on Fleur's right, retaliated, dropping his hand on her leg. Harry cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm so that people didn't see what he was doing down under the table.

"What are you doing, 'Arry!" Fleur hissed as she felt Harry's hand slip under her dress from the slit on her right leg.

"What am I doing?" Harry asked innocently, continuing to eat his soup with one hand as if nothing was happening.

"You- mmh!" Fleur has stopped herself from moaning. Harry's palm was resting against the front of her knickers now.

"We are in public, 'Arry! Are you crazy?" Fleur whispered in a panicked voice.

"Don't worry, Fleur. I put charms up. And there isn't anybody here that can break those so don't worry and simply enjoy yourself," Harry said, giving Fleur an infuriating smirk.

While he did enjoy the thrill of doing something risqué in public, Harry had no intention of actually embarrassing Fleur. He didn't move his hand lest he stimulate Fleur too much, but he kept his palm against her panty-clad sex. He felt the heat from Fleur's core emanating on his palm and her increasing arousal drenching his hand in moisture.

"Let's go dancing," Fleur suddenly announced, pulling Harry up with her.

The orchestra had strayed from the traditional slow songs. The music that was now echoing through the Great Hall was much more upbeat and fast, a scandal to most Pureblood ears.

Harry spotted Daphne in the crowd who looked like she was having the worst time of her life. Harry cringed. Daphne was often closed off and very private, almost cold to anyone outside their little group of friends. At least she wasn't at home at her father's bedside. The girl deserved to have some fresh air. The stress Harry was sure she was under was starting to show. If Harry had to wager, he'd say Daphne hadn't had more than 5 hours of sleep a night. The bags under her eyes gave that away almost instantly. Harry prayed he'd be able to help her soon and act upon her letter.

On the other side of the room, one Katie Bell was having the time of her life, dancing wildly with a girl Harry did not know. He had never seen her around the castle during the previous years so Harry assumed she was from either Durmstrang or Beauxbatons.

Fleur pulled Harry to the middle of the dancefloor. Harry was standing there a bit awkwardly, having no idea how this type of dancing worked. To him, it all seemed like an uncoordinated mess stringed together to the rhythm of a music. Fleur, though, seemed to know what to make of the messy dancing moves.

As they danced, Harry cast a look around the Great Hall. It was filled to the brim with people. Near the doors, Harry spotted Cornelius Fudge, entertaining in conversation two other finely dressed gentlemen - probably ministers themselves from other countries. Something, or rather someone, caught his eye. Dora! Harry steered Fleur until Dora was in both their sideways line of sights.

"Can we go see Dora after this dance?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Fleur nodded, bobbing her head to the music. "I'd love to meet her for real. And I've yet to thank her for her gift for the First Task."

Fleur moved to the music, letting the sounds guide her movements. She pressed her back against Harry's front, tilting her head back on his shoulder and capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

"Don't look so lost, 'Arry. There are no set moves for this type of dancing. Just move in the way you feel, move with the music!"

Well that was easy for Fleur to say when she was rubbing her backside all over Harry's front in a very scandalous show of moves and flexibility.

"Do not pull you wand out," Fleur warned playfully when she felt something poking at her bum as she ground herself against Harry.

Turning around, she latched herself onto Harry's neck.

"Alleeezz! Stop being so stiff, 'Arry! Dance with me!" Fleur whined, flaring her Allure up in the hopes of getting Harry to let go slightly.

That did seem to work when Harry swayed a little bit to the music. It wasn't long before Harry got the hang of this type of dancing. Somewhat. Internally, he felt like he was probably looking ridiculous, moving almost randomly on the dancefloor. But Fleur didn't seem to mind, and that was all that mattered.

The song ended and Fleur linked her arm with Harry's. "Let us go meet a pink 'aired Auror!"

They made their way towards Tonks, who stood near a pillar in the middle of the Great Hall. She was dressed in a fine satin black dress. She'd grown her hair but kept its vibrant shade. She was swinging slightly from left to right, to the rhythm of the music.

"Dora!"

The Metamorph perked up. "Harry! Oh! And Fleur! Howdy!"

Fleur frowned. "What's 'owdy?"

"Oh, don't mind that," Harry laughed. "Dora's watched one too many cowboy movies, you know, like in the Muggle Pensieve thing?"

"I know what a movie is, I am not that snobbish," Fleur rolled her eyes.

"So, how have you two been?" Tonks asked, cutting into Harry and Fleur's little banter.

"Things are great," Fleur said, smiling at Harry. "Though there is still some lingering tension between Papa and 'Arry, I feel."

Dora waved her hand dismissively. "Oh y'know how dads can get, and let's be real, us girls get the overprotective father act much worse than blokes like Harry do, ain't that right brother?"

"You're saying it like Ted would approve of any girl I bring home, not that there have been any before," Harry added quickly when Fleur raised a daring eyebrow at him.

"Humph," the Veela huffed.

"Er… Nym?" Harry started.

"Oui?"

Fleur snickered at Nymphadora's passable imitation of the French accent.

"I might need help in the first week of January. There's a job, sorta, that would probably require more people than just myself, Aurors, I mean."

"A job?" Dora asked. "What kind?"

"You know Daphne? From the Greengrass family?"

"Ah! Yeah, so what's up with her?"

Harry pulled Daphne's folded letter from inside his jacket. He kept it there to remind himself that Daphne needed his help as soon as possible.

"Read this when you have time. I need your judgement and opinion on the matter."

Nymphadora nodded but still opened the letter and cast a quick glance over the contents of the letter. She grimaced.

"This sounds like some shit that would require the whole team. Unfortunately, Adriana and Hunter are required to be at the Ministry for most of early January for some project the Department of Mysteries wishes to experiment on. Jack has to stay at the castle in case of emergencies. I'll be the only one that can be dispatched without hindering anyone's agendas."

Harry sighed before smiling slightly. "Then it'll be like old times, just you and me against the world."

"'Arry," Fleur cut in. "Maybe I can come with you too? If it is to help the sister of my best friend, I'd like to do a part too."

Harry was pondering the pros and the cons of getting Fleur on the job but it was Dora that denied Fleur.

"There is something Harry didn't mention to you, Fleur. What he meant by a 'job' is that we are going to do some questionably legal stuff that people without Auror badges would never get away with. Harry doesn't have a badge but legally, he's my job partner so that grants him some leverage as long as he's on a job - on paper - with me. You, on the other hand, while you are of age, do not have an Auror badge, nor do you have an Auror as your job partner. I'm sorry but you'd get arrested as soon as the report is registered."

"Then surely there is something that can be done so I can also…?"

Dora scratched her chin. "I mean, if you can provide me with your magical resume, I can try to get the guys that do the paperwork to maybe do something for you…"

"They're in office even during the winter break?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Shit. They aren't actually," Dora said, her eyes widening. "Fuck. I'm sorry Fleur but there's nothing I can do to get you to come with us."

Fleur sighed, somewhat expecting such an answer. Her hopes weren't very high from the beginning. "Well at least it was worth asking."

"If you're still looking to join me and Harry on jobs, write the mandatory NEWTS to become an Auror as soon as possible and I'll put in a recommendation letter for you and send it to Mrs. Head of the DMLE. That's the best I can legally do for you, Fleur."

Fleur nodded. "That is better than what I expected. Merci."

"No problem. Now you kids go back to enjoying your night. Oh and Harry," Tonks added, whispering mischievously, "if you're gonna have some bedroom rodeo with Ms. Delacour later, please consider not granting me the Auntie title so soon."

Fleur flushed and Harry spluttered.

"Fuck you."

"Oh no!" Tonks reared back, feigning shock. "Not me, you're supposed to go do that with Ms. Delacour!"

"Shut up, Nym. Get back to your job. If you say anything more, Fleur might start sending you Howlers everyday."

Dora snickered before waving at the couple and disappearing in the dancing crowd. Harry pulled an incredibly red-faced Fleur by the hand and onto the dancefloor once again.

"Don't listen to my sister, Fleur," Harry told Fleur.

"It's not that," Fleur said, shaking her head. Her crazy blush had receded somewhat now. "It's just I never expected someone to 'ave such a depraved sense of humour. Anyways, let's dance! And you 'ave to move like me this time!"

They danced wildly through over a dozen songs before Fleur gave an exhausted sigh. But even in her exhausted state, her lust managed to pierce through. The dancing had made Fleur horny to a point that she was just about at the edge of dry humping Harry.

"'Arry~" Fleur murmured seductively as they came to a stop in between two songs. "Your room. Now!"

Harry didn't need to be told twice by Fleur. Not even bothering with looking decent or anything, Harry picked Fleur up and carried her out of the Great Hall. A hastily applied Disillusionment Charm later, Harry Faded them both to his quarters.

As soon as Harry and Fleur appeared in the Head Boy's quarters, they both pounced on each other. Fleur's hands divested Harry of his transfigured formal robes as their lips met in a blazing hot kiss. Fleur thrust her tongue past Harry's lips and into his mouth aggressively. Harry kissed Fleur back just as fervently, sucking on her tongue as she explored his mouth. Fleur growled into the hungry kiss as she fumbled with Harry's pants. In her lust-addled state, Fleur was too clumsy to unbutton Harry's trousers so she ended up just burning them with her fire. Harry's cock sprang free, his hard length came to rest trapped between their bodies.

Harry's hands cupped Fleur's breasts and he fondled them as he rubbed himself against Fleur.

"Fleur," Harry whispered needily. "I want you."

Fleur smirked. Tonight, she had control. Fleur grabbed Harry's girth and led him to his bed.

"You will 'ave me when I allow you to," Fleur taunted.

Fleur beckoned Harry over and she ordered him to pull off her soaked knickers. Getting on all fours at the edge of the bed, Fleur turned back to look at Harry over her shoulder, sending him a sultry look. "Lick me," Fleur ordered, spreading her legs to grant Harry access.

Harry obediently buried his face between Fleur's cheeks as he began pleasuring her quivering snatch with his tongue. Harry let Fleur's taste coat his tongue as he carefully applied just enough pressure to her clit. Fleur let out a loud, shrewd moan as Harry licked her. Fleur wiggled and squirmed but Harry locked his arms around Fleur's thighs, keeping her firmly in place. Fleur's lips were swollen in a gorgeous deep pink colour. Harry passed a tongue over Fleur's lips, teasing her opening. He gave her clit a couple of light sucks and a few flicks of his tongue before he thrust his tongue into Fleur's entrance.

Fleur squealed loudly as Harry's tongue entered her tunnel. But the pleasure from oral sex wasn't enough.

"'Arry, damn it, putain, put your cock inside my pussy," Fleur panted, "I need it! Fuck me ''ard!"

Harry smirked, his face still buried in Fleur's rear. She relinquished control so easily. His Veela girlfriend was a very impatient one, it seemed. Harry pulled his face away, wiping Fleur's juices from his chin. He grasped his hard cock and he lined himself up with Fleur's entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, Harry buried himself to the hilt inside Fleur's pussy, groaning from the rush of pleasure. The sudden penetration made a loud, shrewd squelching sound.

"Oohhh, that is sooo deep, 'Arry!" Fleur cooed sexily. "I feel you stretching my pussy so muuuch!"

"Fuck! Fleur! You're so tight and so fucking wet, your pussy feels so fucking good!" Harry growled, bending forward to grasp Fleur's breasts.

He started thrusting into Fleur wildly, his pelvis impacting against her rear, filling the room in sounds of slapping flesh.

Fleur, still in her heels and dress, spread her legs just a little wider, allowing Harry to reach her deepest parts. Her boyfriend was fucking her so good Fleur's mind was entirely blank of everything but pleasure. All she knew was Harry's big cock spearing into her tight little pussy.

"Fuck me 'arder, 'Arry!''

Fleur's juices dripped down her thighs, wetting her dress and the sheets. Her tunnel spasmed and tightened, milking Harry's cock as he moved inside Fleur. Harry grabbed the edges of Fleur's dress as he slammed into her brutally, giving her what she wanted.

When Harry pulled back considerably for a big thrust, Fleur pushed him back with her bum and she let him slip out of her insides. Grabbing Harry, Fleur pushed him down on bed in a very sudden change of mind.

"My turn now."

Fleur's grin had a predatory edge to it, something that made Harry want her even more. Fleur ripped her dress off, tearing through the fabric impatiently. Fleur straddled Harry and rubbed her lower lips against Harry's erect shaft, coating it in her wetness. Fleur waved her hand in the air and she dimmed the lights down, darkening the room considerably. The darker room made the scene a little more romantic and still erotic.

"I will 'ave you begging for me before the night is out," Fleur taunted as she rubbed her clit against the underside of Harry's shaft. Fleur rolled her hips as she looked down at Harry as his face twisted into a tortured pleasured look.

"Do you want to put your big cock inside my pussy?" Fleur purred, leaning down, locking her gaze with Harry's. "Do you want to fill me up with your cum, 'Arry? Make me yours, do you want to make me your woman?"

"Y-yes," Harry groaned as Fleur teased him mercilessly, without ever giving him what he so desperately wanted.

"Kiss me, 'Arry," Fleur ordered. Harry pressed his lips to Fleur's obediently. Not that he didn't want to kiss her anyway. He heard Fleur purr into the kiss like a giant cat.

Fleur broke the kiss and she bit Harry's neck. "Good boy," Fleur whispered playfully, rolling her hips once more. "I will allow you to put your cock inside me."

Fleur grasped Harry's shaft and guided it to her entrance. And she dropped herself on it in one go. "Ooohh!" Fleur moaned as Harry entered her, reaching deep into her tight tunnel. Harry's hands tried to cup her breasts but Fleur slapped them away.

"I did not give you the permission to touch, 'Arry," Fleur said, stirring Harry's cock inside her pussy as she moved in a circular motion. "You 'ave 'ad your way with me three times today, 'Arry. Let me 'ave some fun too!"

Fleur steadied herself with her hands on Harry's shoulders as she started to bounce on his cock, fucking herself onto his length. Fleur accentuated each and every one of her pumps with a moan of pleasure as she felt Harry stretch her out.

"Does it feel good, 'A-Arry?" Fleur panted, gyrating her hips.

"Ugh, oohhh, y-yes, Fleur, your pussy feels sooo good!" Harry groaned as Fleur kept him in place.

Fleur felt Harry's cock jolt in her. He was about to cum. But Fleur wouldn't allow him to. Not yet. Harry's cock twitched again inside her pussy and Fleur stopped moving, keeping Harry's cock deep inside her tunnel.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, frustration lacing his voice at being denied his release.

"You will cum when I allow you to cum," Fleur said, smirking. She moaned just to tease Harry further.

Fleur reached down to where Harry's body was connected with hers. Her fingers found her clit and Fleur began touching herself with Harry's dick still inside her. Harry made to move his hips but Fleur put her hands on him, keeping him in place.

"I did not allow you to move, 'Arry," Fleur teased as she rubbed her clit sensually. Harry whined but he played Fleur's game nonetheless. Having a more dominant Fleur during sex was, well, very sexy and a huge turn on, even if he himself liked to be in control.

Using two fingers, Fleur spread her labia, showing Harry the base of his cock stretching her. Her thumb massaged her own clit, making her shiver and tremble with pleasure.

"'Arry! Your cock feels sooo good inside my pussy!" Fleur cooed after a particularly pleasurable touch of her own clit. Fleur's hands began rubbing her pussy faster, her imminent orgasm approaching rapidly.

Harry's erection felt almost painful inside of Fleur as the Veela's pussy began to tighten. Fleur even began riding his cock once more as her fingers brought herself to completion.

"AAAAHHHH! 'ARRY!" Fleur screamed as she came. A flow of liquids escaped her spasming pussy, wetting Harry and the bed. Fleur slumped forward, collapsing on Harry's chest, breathing heavily, their bodies still attached. Harry was way too aroused. His throbbing erection was painful now. He needed stimulation or else he felt he'd burst. Grabbing Fleur's firm cheeks, he began slowly pumping his cock inside her pussy.

"Ahh, 'Arry," Fleur panted, burying her face in Harry's neck. "Stop, t-too s-sen-sensitive!"

It took Harry a considerable effort to listen to Fleur. He didn't want to hurt her, ever, per se, but his dick needed to move. Fleur eventually calmed down from her orgasm and her breathing returned to normal.

"You can start moving, 'Arry," Fleur said eagerly.

Harry thrust himself into Fleur, his cock hitting her g-spot with every pump, making Fleur whimper with pleasure.

"Good boy," Fleur cooed in Harry's ear as he fucked her pussy. She felt Harry's arms wrap around her waist and keep her pressed against him, her breasts flattening against his pecs. "You fuck me so good, 'Arry, your cock is the best, it feels incredible inside me!"

Harry brought Fleur's lips to his own, sucking on her lower lip as they shared a messy kiss.

"Are you going to cum soon?" Fleur asked Harry teasingly as she broke the kiss. His cock sliding into her down there was the most pleasure she had felt, it felt even better than this morning's sex.

"Yes, and don't you dare deny me this time," Harry growled, biting down on Fleur's earlobe.

Fleur whimpered from the mix of pain and pleasure and Harry's deep, aroused voice. She couldn't bring herself to deny Harry over more even if she tried. She wanted Harry's cum inside her womb, right this instant.

"I won't deny you," Fleur said, readjusting her hips so that Harry's cock pumped against her with optimal friction for him. Fleur wanted him to cum as soon as possible. "Cum for me, baby, fill me up to the brim- AHHH!"

Fleur screamed as Harry rammed his cock the deepest it had ever been inside her. His balls tightened and he felt himself erupt inside Fleur's gushing pussy, unleashing a torrent of hot cum inside her.

Fleur felt Harry begin to cum as she constricted her muscles to massage Harry's cock. Fleur had found out she could control the muscles of her pussy some time ago, after she had first met Harry, when she was playing with herself. Harry's cock kept shooting white cum inside her pussy, painting her walls white and flooding her womb. It was the most satisfying thing for Fleur to know that she and only she had the power to bring this man, her man, such pleasure. Harry's cock was hers and only she would get her pussy to be filled to the brim, every night by the stud that was Harry.

"Can we take a-" Fleur never got to finish her question as she was pushed off of Harry and turned to her side. Her leg was lifted up and Harry's hand sneaked down to her core. Fleur felt her arousal skyrocket once more. It seemed that her man wasn't yet satisfied, and Fleur was glad to have sex again. It was like the mating season's hormones all over again. Since this morning, Fleur had been horny and dancing with Harry at the Ball had taken her a considerable lot of self control to not just rip her dress off and have Harry fuck her again. But now, as Harry's dick slid back inside her depths, Fleur felt the inner Veela purr, satisfied. The sexual desire of the creature of passion and love was extremely difficult to satisfy but Harry seemed to have done it. Fleur's Veela side was satisfied for today. Now, it was all her.

"Make love to me, 'Arry," Fleur whispered as she turned her head back to kiss Harry tenderly.

"As you wish," Harry answered, breaking the kiss to bite Fleur's shoulder.

Harry moved slowly, peacefully making love to Fleur. His cock pushed inside her, past her lips and gently rubbed against Fleur's inner walls, coating his shaft in Fleur's juices. This had nothing of their previous fast and rough fucking. This was two people in love and expressing their love for each other physically.

"I love you," Fleur murmured as Harry's tip brushed against her cervix.

Harry only hummed in response, sneaking his hand down to Fleur's sex to rub her clit as he penetrated her. His other hand went to Fleur's breasts, cupping and massaging the soft orbs of flesh. Fleur's hard nipples brushed teasingly against his palm.

Fleur felt Harry's attention all over her body, loving it, loving her, drowning her in the pleasure of their lovemaking. Fleur basked in the love of Harry, feeling the warmth of it as they were joined intimately. Harry pumped into her slowly, bringing her a different type of pleasure. A pleasure where love overcame lust. Fleur felt Harry's pelvis pillow against her cheeks every time he slid his cock into her pussy. Harry and Fleur made love 'til very early in the morning. They only stopped when they both collapsed, passed out from exhaustion.

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Fleur woke up on Boxing Day at half past noon, very sore in between her legs. But she had never felt so good, so satisfied, so… alive. The astonishing amount of times she and Harry had fucked after their first time together was absurd but Fleur couldn't be happier about it all. Her life as a loner was over, instead replaced by the life of a lover. Harry was still sleeping, his arm wrapped around Fleur's waist, holding her naked body his own.

Fleur wondered what next year would look like, when the mating season came once more. She would likely have to take extra care to not get pregnant. A part of Fleur was scared that Harry would eventually leave her. It was that part of her that prevented Fleur from thinking too much ahead. Would Harry stick around? Would he one day propose to her? Could there be a future for the two of them as husband and wife? Fleur certainly wanted Harry to propose. Now was too soon, Fleur knew, but she had always had an impatience streak to her personality. But the thought of Harry maybe leaving chilled her to the bones. She wouldn't survive if he left. Not emotionally, not physically, not mentally. If Harry Potter left, Fleur Delacour would be no more.

Fleur had plans of moving out after school. Sébastien had said that he would pay for a quarter of the price of whichever house Fleur wanted. But now that Harry had told her he would soon be able to afford a house and that he had already asked her to move in with him, Fleur had seized the opportunity and agreed. She wasn't having second thoughts or anything, but it seemed like everything was just coming so quickly. Fleur wanted to work on her book and open her own shop but she only now realised the flaw of her plan. Writing the book Fleur wanted to write would require actual field experience, which Harry currently had a little of, but she didn't. Fleur would need to get a job as an Enchantress first. Or something like that. She still had time to think it through and right now, what Fleur really wanted was to love Harry and be loved back by him. They hadn't planned on seeing their families today or tomorrow. But Apolline had something Fleur needed very badly right now: Pepper-up Potions. And she was pretty sure Harry needed them as well. Veela were not normal witches after all, and having sex with one was much more exhausting than having sex with a 'normal' witch. How Harry had managed to give her four in the morning and five in the afternoon, Fleur would probably never know, but she would take anything and everything Harry gave her.

Fleur turned under the sheets, pushing her butt further into Harry's abdomen for extra comfort. Fleur's head was resting on Harry's left arm, his right arm was curled around her belly. Fleur lovingly traced the lines of Harry's hand with her index finger. The warmth Harry provided was exquisitely divine. One thing was for certain, Fleur never wanted to sleep alone anymore. Sleeping with Harry and sleeping with Harry were the two best experiences of her life and she definitely wanted to do both activities whenever the occasion presented itself.