The door to the interrogation room in the French Ministry of Magic burst open as Sebastian threw the door open in a huff. His eyes were bloodshot and his entire body reeked of exhaustion, but there was nothing more prevalent in the man's eyes other than worry and fear.
"Oh, Fleur," Sebastian sighed, bypassing Harry entirely as he rushed to his daughter's side.
"I'm fine, papa," Fleur said softly as she stood up to hug him. "Everything's fine."
Sebastian looked to Harry for confirmation on that last point, to which Harry nodded his head.
A wave of relief crashed over Sebastian as he let his tense body sag in Fleur's arms. "Good, good," he murmured as he hugged her tighter. He planted a kiss atop her head right before he let her go and took a step back. "Can you tell me exactly what happened? I only got the short version of it."
"Harry can tell it better than I can," Fleur said, gesturing over to him. "We were just finishing up my witness statement."
Harry pushed the sheafs of parchment across the small table towards Sebastian and conjured a chair for the man to sit down on. "One of Fleur's coworkers, a man named Roch, is a Death Eater. Gabrielle and I spotted him heading into a Death Eater safe house—not that we knew it was him at the time. He was wearing an enchanted robe from Madam Floquet's, so I paid the shop a visit to peruse their records. I recognised him when I got there, and a fight broke out."
"You should have seen him, papa," Fleur beamed at Harry. "Harry was magnificent. He took down Roch without even breaking a sweat."
He wouldn't go that far. The fight had been far more dangerous than he would have liked, especially with Fleur and Justine around. There were a million little things he could've done differently to stop it from getting to that point, but there was no sense dwelling on those right now.
"It wasn't as comfortable an arrest as I would've liked," Harry admitted. "But what matters is that Roch is in custody now."
"I can't believe that a Death Eater was working with you," Sebastian said to Fleur with deep concern in his voice. "Their rot has spread further than I thought. If they're still out in normal society, then who knows wherever else they've infiltrated too."
Harry grimaced at the thought. It was a major problem for Britain during both of Voldemort's rises to power. The Ministry itself was inundated with countless Death Eaters working in secret to further their master's will, and it'd made the reconstruction process afterwards that much more tricky due to having to fill so many gaps in the management structure of the ministry.
Even now that Voldemort was gone, Harry still hadn't forgotten about the leak that'd happened before he, Susan, and Amelia had gone with a contingent of Aurors and Hit Wizards to attack Rowle Manor. Despite the secrecy and speed with which the attack was organised and executed, the Death Eaters at Rowle Manor had been ready and waiting for them with an ambush. It was clear that someone with intimate knowledge of the plan had leaked it, and the fact that this person had never been caught still left Harry worried that there was always a knife hidden close by, ready to strike him in the back when he least suspected it.
"It's impossible to know who is and isn't one of them," Harry said. "Worrying over where they are or aren't is an exercise in futility. What matters is how we respond when we discover one of them."
"And you did an admirable job today," Sebastian replied with a significant look. "Thank you for protecting my daughter, Harry."
"You're welcome," Harry replied.
Sebastian's face took a darker turn. "You said that this Roch was in custody now, right? Where is he?"
Fleur clearly noticed the malevolent shift in Sebastian's demeanour and tightened her grip on his arm.
"He's in interrogation room seven," Harry answered him. It was the furthest interrogation room from the one they were in. Even though Fleur didn't seem very shaken up by what had happened, Harry didn't want to bother her with potentially having to see him again.
"I'll handle his interrogation myself," Sebastian said firmly.
Harry grimaced. "Gabrielle beat you to the punch," he told him.
When they'd returned to the Ministry, Gabrielle had been the first one to greet them. She'd wanted to know all the details right away, and after Harry relayed a condensed version to her, she insisted on being the one to interrogate Roch. Harry would've assigned another Auror to the case were it not for the resolute determination in Gabrielle's eyes.
"I'll assist her then," Sebastian decided, leaving no room for argument.
Harry nodded deferentially. It wasn't his place to dictate how things were run here. If this was what Sebastian wanted, then he could do it.
"You look exhausted, papa," Fleur commented out of concern.
"I've been busy," Sebastian commented evasively.
Public pressure had only continued to mount without any significant progress against the Death Eaters. There was more pressure coming directly from the minister and her underlings to force Sebastian into finding results.
Hopefully this latest arrest would be the start of the changes they needed to finally improve things.
"Perhaps a brief rest in your office would do you some good," Harry suggested carefully.
"I know what's best for me," Sebastian retorted, a bit of bite in his tone.
"Papa!" Fleur chastised him.
"I… I'm sorry, Harry," Sebastian sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "You're right, of course, but I really do need to see this interrogation through first. If only for my peace of mind."
"Understood," Harry nodded, accepting the apology easily. He didn't want to push the man anymore; Sebastian already looked ready to crack until the slightest bit of added pressure, and Harry couldn't let that happen to his main ally in the French ministry.
"Would you mind seeing Fleur home?" Sebastian asked. "I expect Gabrielle and I will be busy for some time, and I don't want Fleur alone here."
"Of course," Harry said sincerely. "I'll make sure she's safe getting home."
"Thank you, Harry, truly," Sebastian said as he pushed off of his chair to get back to his feet. "I'll meet with you sometime tomorrow to discuss our findings."
"Take care," Fleur called after her dad as he headed for the door. "Don't push yourself too hard."
Sebastian offered Fleur a smile but no promises as he left the room.
"He's under too much pressure," Fleur grumbled as she sagged back in her chair.
"That'll end soon," Harry assured her. "And then he's due for a well-earned vacation."
"He doesn't sleep much at home," Fleur continued, staring at the door her dad left from. "I hear him pacing the halls at night. His appetite has left him too. If it wasn't for those nutrition potions to help supplement his meagre meals, I'd have intervened directly long before now."
"What does your mum think about all of this?" Harry asked her.
"She doesn't know what to think," Fleur huffed. "He's shut her out about his work life, says that he doesn't want to deal with his work problems when he's supposed to be resting at home. The issue is that he doesn't have an outlet to deal with his problems because of that."
There was more to that than even Fleur knew. Sebastian's own brother, Emile, was behind these attacks alongside Cyrus Greengrass. Something that had to weigh heavily on his mind at all hours of the day. What would he do if he came into direct conflict with his brother?
Perhaps Sebastian already knew what he would do. He was an Auror after all. He knew what was expected of him, and he wouldn't have gotten to the position of Head Auror if he wasn't willing to make tough choices. Maybe the thought that he might have to take down his brother if they ever crossed paths was keeping him up at night.
"Once this is all over with, maybe then he can talk about it," Harry said.
"Maybe," Fleur repeated, though she clearly had her doubts.
"Let's get out of here," Harry told Fleur as he stood up from his seat too.
Fleur's witness statement was already basically finished. He just had her sign it before he rolled it up and bound it with a thin piece of ribbon. As the two of them left the interrogation room, Harry delivered the parchment to Elwyn, who promised to see it filed away by the French Aurors.
Rather than take the public exit, Harry hurried Fleur along to the private Auror exit.
"You know, you could stay for supper if you'd like," Fleur told Harry as they reached the apparation area. "Even spend the night again."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what Fleur was implying.
"Ah, but with Gabrielle stuck at the ministry all night, what's even the point—" Harry broke off in a chuckle when Fleur pouted at him.
"She's nothing compared to me," Fleur assured him. "One touch, one taste, and you'll wish you had turned her down in favour of me the last time you stayed the night."
"That's a bold statement," Harry replied teasingly.
"And it's the truth," Fleur said as she stepped up close to him, close enough that he could smell her perfume on her. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Stay the night, and I'll show you pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced before."
To make her point, her hand brushed across his crotch before dancing away.
They both knew from the start where this was going to go, but it was fun to pretend that he had to think about it for a moment. The intensity in Fleur's eyes was drawing him in, making him want to give into her whims without a fight.
"You'd better not disappoint me," Harry winked at her.
"Trust me, I won't," Fleur promised him as she pressed herself against him. She wrapped one arm around his back before she turned and apparated them away to Chateau Delacour.
They landed in the entry hall beside the floo almost silently. Fleur let go of Harry then. "Maman?" Fleur called out.
It took a moment before Apolline appeared. "Fleur, Harry," she smiled at them. "I'm glad that the two of you are alright. Gabrielle's message was worrying, but—"
"We're fine," Fleur assured her mum. "Harry took care of everything, and now Roch is being interrogated at the Ministry."
"Good," Apolline nodded her head. "Are Sebastian and Gabrielle coming home soon, or…?"
Fleur grimaced as she shook her head. "They both insisted on interrogating Roch personally. I think they'll be at it all night."
"He's staying at work overnight again?" Apolline sounded distressed.
"You know how he gets," Fleur shrugged.
Apolline glanced over at the supper table, already covered with plates, bowls, glasses, and cutlery. Everything looked ready for a nice family meal, minus the food, which was probably just finishing up cooking.
"I think I'll stop by the Ministry and bring some food for him and Gabrielle," Apolline said thoughtfully.
"Bring some for yourself too," Fleur suggested. "That way, you and papa can have a meal together at least."
"And what about you?" Apolline asked.
"Harry can keep me company," Fleur said cheerily as she turned to Harry with a bright smile. "Won't you?"
"Sure, why not," Harry answered, as though they hadn't planned this from the start.
"You see, I'll be all taken care of," Fleur assured her mum.
"Mm hmm," Apolline hummed, a knowing glint in her eyes. "And you realise that sending me away would give you plenty of alone time with Harry. Just the two of you in this big, empty house."
"The thought hadn't occurred to me," Fleur replied without blinking an eye.
"Of course not," Apolline smirked. "Well, I wish you two a lovely evening. I'll get some food ready and go."
Harry struggled not to blush a bit as Apolline's gaze raked over his face. She knew that he had a girlfriend he was dedicated to, but she didn't seem to mind Fleur's plan in the slightest.
As soon as Apolline left the room, Fleur turned to Harry. "Why don't we go upstairs?"
"What happened to supper?" Harry asked with amusement in his voice.
"We need to work up an appetite first," Fleur grinned.
Harry let Fleur take his hand and guide him through her home. She was a woman on a mission, and he had no desire to stop her from getting what she wanted. She pulled him all the way upstairs to her bedroom, swaying her hips sensually the entire time.
Harry couldn't help but be amused by how seriously Fleur was taking this. It was obvious that she didn't care about Daphne and thought that she had something special within herself to make Harry leave Daphne for her. If it was on looks or sex appeal alone, Harry could definitely see Fleur making a strong case for herself, but his relationship with Daphne was so much more important to him than that. With her, he saw a life partner as he climbed the ranks of the Ministry. Someone clever and calculating who could help make up for his weak points, just as he made up for hers.
Fleur might be fun, but she was no match for Daphne in his heart or mind.
Fleur only released his hand once they got to her bedroom. It was remarkably tasteful besides the clutter. Sheer curtains surrounded her bed and covered the windows, which helped the pale-yellow walls not become overwhelmingly bright from the sun. Her vanity was expansive and covered with endless perfumes and makeup, some of which looked homemade. What really drew Harry's eyes in though were the enchanting experiments she had going on in the far corner of her room. Wards had been erected around a tall pillar of sand and a strange-looking piece of cloth that kept coiling up like a snake about to strike in order to keep them safe and sealed away.
But Harry's eyes didn't linger there for long, not when Fleur was in the midst of disrobing already.
"I must say that it only feels proper to reward a hero for saving me," Fleur said, batting her eyelashes over her shoulder at Harry. With her arms outstretched, her robes slowly began to fall down her body. Her shoulders appeared first, then her toned back.
It was impossible for him to look away. Fleur was beauty personified, and even just seeing her smooth back and the curves of the sides of her breasts peeking out beneath her outstretched arms were enough to make his body mad with lust.
Fleur giggled as she teased Harry by moving her robe up just a bit before dropping it back down again.
"Teasing your hero doesn't seem very fair," Harry told her playfully.
"No," Fleur agreed. "But it is fun. There's nothing quite like having a man you fancy stare at you so intensely."
"You fancy me, do you?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"For years now," Fleur admitted. "Back when you saved Gabrielle from the lake… if only you'd been a few years older."
"What would you have done to me?" Harry asked her.
"Everything," Fleur murmured huskily as she lowered her robe down to the small of her back. Her shape of her bubbly arse was visible through the fabric of her robes. It was so close to finally being revealed, and Harry's cock ached to see it. "I would've taken you back to my carriage and laid you down on my bed. I would've stripped you naked first before giving you a show just like I am now. And then I would've put my lips around your hard, throbbing cock and sucked you until you filled my mouth with your seed."
"I do hope you would've swallowed it," Harry said.
"Of course," Fleur replied, almost looking affronted at the suggestion that she wouldn't have. "And then I would've freshened up my mouth so that I could kiss you while I rode your cock until I drained you so thoroughly that you wouldn't be able to walk right the next day."
Suddenly, her wand slipped into the palm of her hand, and she flicked a spell at Harry before he could even react. As soon as it connected with his body, his clothes started removing themselves from him. His zipper flew down, his belt unbuckled, and all of his buttons came undone. Then, his clothes all folded themselves in midair as they left his body before assembling themselves in a neat pile of Fleur's desk.
As if to squash any complaints, Fleur dropped her robes to the floor. She looked as gorgeous as Harry remembered her looking when he'd found her naked on his bed all those weeks ago. Her body was flawless, and she knew it.
Fleur smiled at his wandering gaze and closed the gap between them smoothly, subtly reaching out for his erect, throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees in front of him with an eager look in her eyes.
"You're going to enjoy this," she promised him as she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock.
Fleur's warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock smoothly. Despite his impressive girth and length, Fleur showed no sign of struggling to take him deep into her mouth on her first push forward. She swallowed him down easily, pushing forward until his cock slipped into her throat.
"You're just as good as Gabrielle was," Harry commented down at Fleur, who glared up at him through her thick eyelashes. "She asked me to fuck her face."
Fleur pulled her lips back slowly, teasing his shaft with her tongue in a swirling motion as she went. "Any good witch can handle something like that," she argued. "But all she did was make you put in the effort; it showed no real skill on her part. This is what actual skill looks like."
With a confidence that made it clear she'd had some practice at this, Fleur grabbed Harry's hips to stabilise herself before slamming her face forward towards his pelvis. His cock slipped past her plump lips and plunged right down into her throat.
Harry didn't have to do anything but stand there and groan from the pleasure as Fleur did all the work for him. She kept throwing her head forwards and backwards, letting her lips run the full length of his shaft until his cock was a slobbery mess.
It didn't surprise Harry that Fleur was so good at giving head. Even with how lewd her actions were, it felt like she was worshipping every inch of his cock as she gave it all the love and attention it needed to truly stimulate him to the fullest. Her mouth was eager to please him, even if the rest of her seemed too cool and confident to ever appear so needy and submissive.
She was definitely more experienced and better at sucking his cock than Gabrielle was, but there really was something to be said about Gabrielle's need to prove herself that made her so much fun. Gabrielle saw Harry as a challenge to be conquered whereas Fleur presented herself to Harry as the challenge.
One half of Harry wanted to let Fleur handle things completely just to see what she would do, and the other half wanted him to take control and remind Fleur that he wasn't to be taken so lightly.
Perhaps a bit of both. Nothing quite so rough as he'd been when he'd taken control of Gabrielle, but maybe he could remind Fleur of her place as just another one of his side pieces.
"You really are pretty decent at this," Harry said as he stroked Fleur's head.
Though she couldn't reply with his cock stuffed down her throat, he could sense anger rising up inside of her. Harry did his best to hide how good she was making him feel and continued on talking.
"But both you and Gabrielle aren't as good as Daphne is," he said. "Though, I guess she's had a lot more practice, but she really was incredible from the first time I was with her. I haven't had an experience quite as memorable as that from anyone else."
Fleur wasn't able to take it anymore. She came up ostensibly for air, but Harry could see her mind trying to craft the perfect response.
"Tonight will be even more memorable," Fleur promised him. "Tell me, back during the Triwizard Tournament, you fantasised about me, didn't you?"
Who hadn't? Harry was sure that the entire male population at Hogwarts had at least one fantasy about Fleur Delacour, especially when she wore that swimsuit for the second task.
Harry didn't even need to answer her; Fleur already knew the truth.
"Tonight, you'll get to fulfil that fantasy of being with the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes on," Fleur told him sincerely. "And it'll be even better than you ever could've imagined."
"I don't know. My imagination is pretty great," Harry teased her.
That seemed to be the last push she needed to send her over the edge. Fleur shot to her feet and ran over to her discarded robes to collect her wand. She cast a quick spell to freshen her breath and clear away the saliva that had dripped down onto her chin before she rounded on Harry with her eyes full of fire.
"On the bed, now," she practically ordered him.
Harry gave her a cheeky smile and followed through with her command, curious to see exactly what she'd get up to.
The second his back hit her soft duvet, Fleur pounced onto the bed and crawled up over top of him.
"You're mine now," Fleur growled as she crouched down above his cock. Her perfectly shaved pussy glistened with her juices as she lined herself up with the tip of his cock. "I'll show your silly little imagination just how good a Veela's pussy really can be."
"I already know that from Gabrielle," Harry retorted playfully.
"You are incorrigible," Fleur scowled as her trademark arrogance rose up. "You should be grateful that you get the chance to be with me."
"I would say the same thing to you," Harry countered.
"You can say that when you've proved yourself to me," Fleur said as she started to lower herself down.
Fleur's pussy felt like it was burning him as his cock pushed deeper into her depths. Her velvety walls clung to every inch of him as his girth steadily stretched her out until she finally hit the base of his cock. Fleur let out a low sound of approval as she clenched around his cock.
"Mmm," she moaned softly. "You feel even bigger in my pussy than you did in my mouth."
"Is it the biggest you've had?" He asked curiously.
"Biggest that wasn't a toy," Fleur smiled at him. "We Veela get unbearably horny at times, and as much as finding a proper mate can help to satisfy our cravings, few ever prove up to the challenge to handle our stamina. But I suspect that won't be a problem for you."
It hadn't been with Gabrielle. He'd been the one to wear her out first, even though she'd still wanted to go on. Her body had needed to recover from the rough pounding he'd given her.
"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Harry grinned.
"From anyone else, I'd think you were just being a braggart," Fleur said as she leaned in close to his face, pressing her heavy, full breasts against his chest. "But Gabrielle's gushed enough about you for me to know the truth. But we still have yet to find out if you can handle me."
Fleur kissed him then just as she started to move her hips. She wasn't slow or subtle about her motions either; she was here to put him through his paces. She flexed her thighs as she slammed herself back down on his cock after riding all the way up it. She seemed to have his length perfectly mapped out into her mind, making sure that she never accidentally rode up too high and made him slip out of her wonderful pussy.
Harry kissed Fleur back eagerly, enjoying the way she tried to make her tongue dominate his. He danced with her in both of their mouths, teasing and tormenting her with how she was never quite able to pin him down long enough to claim total victory. She tried hard by bouncing on his cock hard and fast, but Harry wouldn't be distracted from this battle of wills.
Changing her tactics, Fleur broke off the kiss and sat up straight on his cock. She balanced her palms on her knees, squeezing her perky breasts between her arms as she continued to ride his cock like a pro. Her pussy kept squeezing him for just a fraction of a second when he was all the way inside of her, trying to hit that sweet spot to make him cum and put him in his place.
Harry held on though. As much as he wanted to give into his body's frantic need to pound into Fleur's pussy and fill her up with his seed, he couldn't let her win like this.
But as much as Harry felt himself beginning to struggle, he could see that Fleur was as well. Her moans began to grow louder as she jiggled on top of him. Her bounces off of his lap became less smooth as the pleasure from riding his cock became too much to handle.
"You're losing control," Harry cracked a wry grin as he grabbed onto Fleur's hips and helped her bounce on his cock.
"So are—" her words broke off into a moan as he slipped his thumb across her clit. "You."
Her silvery-blond hair danced wildly in the air as Fleur threw her head back. She truly looked like she was having the time of her life.
"Merde, I want to fuck you all night long!" Fleur cried out as she slammed herself all the way down onto his cock.
When she didn't immediately ride back up his shaft, Harry knew that it was his time to strike. He threw himself forward and flipped Fleur onto her back. She didn't even complain or try to reassert her dominance. Her arms and legs simply wrapped around him as he began to thrust wildly into her pussy.
The sudden shift in angle and intensity left Harry weak in the knees. Her pussy kept trying to suck his cock back inside of her each time he pulled his hips back, but he didn't let that stop him. He pounded away into her pussy, just hammering home with as much force as their position would allow. The friction of his cock moving against her inner walls was driving him mad with pleasure, but he wasn't going to be the one who came first.
Fleur moaned again when Harry started kissing her neck. Her nails raked down his back painfully, but neither of them were in a place where they could even begin to care. The thrill of their impending orgasms were at the fore of their minds, and everything else fell to the wayside.
"Harry. Harry! HARRY!" Fleur screamed as her pussy suddenly clamped down on his cock. A pulse of heat washed over Harry as Fleur's orgasm unleashed something primal within her. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her breasts to his chest as she cried out his name again and again. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, bringing him to the breaking point.
Harry only managed a few more thrusts before he finally gave in. He'd cemented his victory, and now he was going to reap the rewards.
"Fuck," he groaned as he finally came inside of Fleur's pussy. Her walls milked his shaft needfully as he rutted against her, making his cum shoot deep inside of her pussy. He coated her walls with his seed, still thrusting with sharp, jagged motions. He couldn't stop himself until he felt every last drop pumped out of his cock.
When he finally finished, breathless and sweaty, he kissed Fleur soundly on the lips.
"So, have I proved myself?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
"That was only round one," Fleur panted as she grabbed his arse. "We still have a lot more to go."
Harry laughed and started to move inside of Fleur again. They certainly did have a lot more to prove to each other, and an entire night to do it in.
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