Murky water washed over Astoria's face as she sucked in a deep breath. That turned out to be a mistake because she immediately got a mouthful of terrible tasting, freezing-cold water. She coughed and spluttered it out, only to start to flail when she felt something grab her midsection and pull her. She shot out all of her limbs, trying to fight against whatever was grabbing her as the cold from the water started to make her body shiver and tremble.

"Astoria, love, please stop."

Like a Soothing Charm, Harry's voice assured her that everything was okay. Astoria stopped fighting back and relaxed into his embrace as he kept her steady in the water until she was able to gather her bearings.

Cheers sounded off from the shoreline, and Astoria wiped away the water from her eyes to see hundreds of people lining the docks at the edge of the Black Lake. They were all bundled up for the cold weather.

"Warming Charm," Astoria managed to get out through her chattering teeth.

"Oh, right," Harry replied quickly, embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it himself. "Here."

Astoria let out a sigh of relief as warmth filled her body. Though she was still aware of the cold water around her, she wasn't shivering anymore.

"And here's one for you too."

Astoria glanced over at Harry and only just then noticed someone else treading water at his side. It was a young girl, maybe a first year or someone who hadn't even started school yet. She had silvery-blonde hair and dark blue eyes, but Astoria didn't recognize her.

The girl smiled at Harry in thanks and then spoke a handful of words quite quickly. Astoria didn't understand a word the girl said, but she knew enough about languages to know that the girl had been speaking in French.

Harry smiled in return at her. "Come on," he said, leaning forward in the water. "Let's get you two back to the shore so we can finish the task."

Ah, right. A rush of memories flew through Astoria's mind: the Headmaster asking to speak with her after class, telling her about the requirements of the task; Astoria agreeing to be Harry's hostage who he'd have to rescue; the flash of light that took away her consciousness after she drank a potion.

Astoria kicked with her feet and swam forward through the waters gracefully. She'd had plenty of practice growing up at home and on vacation. The young girl swam quite well too, though she noticed Harry was struggling a bit like his legs weren't working perfectly.

When they reached the docks, Harry helped the young girl up first before he helped her. Astoria was grateful for the assistance getting up onto the wooden platform, and she helped hoist Harry up in return. As he emerged from the water, Astoria saw the deep gash going down his right leg. She instinctively reached for her wand to help him, but then she remembered that the Headmaster had asked her to leave it in her room this morning.

A blur of silver shot past Astoria's face as a string of beautiful French words filled her ears. Fleur Delacour, the Champion for Beauxbatons, wrapped her sister up in a tight hug. It was a heartwarming scene of sisterly love, something Astoria deeply longed for.

At least, it was right up until Fleur came over to thank Harry.

Words would have been enough, Astoria thought, or even a hug. But that wasn't what Fleur did.

"You saved 'er," Fleur gushed as she came over with her sister. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."

"Yeah, well, it was the right thing to do," Harry replied.

Then, Fleur leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't an innocent peck on the cheek either; Fleur cupped his face in her hands and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips.

At first, Astoria couldn't believe what she was seeing; she was so stunned that she didn't even react or try to stop what was happening. From the wide-eyed look on Harry's face, he was just as surprised as she was, but he didn't do anything to stop it either. It was only when Fleur finished, nearly eight seconds later as she pulled back with a satisfied smile, that Harry remembered the situation he was in. He looked over at Astoria with an apology on his lips, but she was already on her feet and walking away.


Harry groaned into his pillow as he flopped down onto his bed, ignoring the stinging pain that came from his right leg. Madam Pomfrey had cleaned up the cut he'd received from a merperson's spear when he cut loose both Astoria and Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister according to Hermione who informed him after the task was done, from the massive statue of a merperson at the bottom of the Black Lake. The spear had been sharp, so it cut cleanly through his flesh—a much better outcome than if the blade had been dull or jagged, according to Madam Pomfrey—but even magic wasn't able to fix it completely. Madam Pomfrey gave him a special ointment to place on top of the pale scar tissue that now stretched down his leg and ordered him to bed for the night. He'd have to take tomorrow off too with no strenuous activity so that his leg could heal properly.

Harry had argued with her on that point. He needed to go find Astoria and apologize. He hadn't realized what Fleur was doing until she had done it, and then he had been too stunned to speak. He had been exhausted from the hour-long trek through the Black Lake, and he honestly never expected Fleur to kiss him like that. He wished that he had pushed Fleur away, but he didn't, and for that he was terribly sorry.

With his injured leg, he hadn't been able to chase after Astoria when she left the docks—not that it had stopped him from trying. He'd made it only a few steps before his leg gave out from under him and Madam Pomfrey rushed over to his side. It was frustrating not being able to explain himself right away to Astoria, but she had a right to be mad. He'd shouted at Fleur over what she'd done and, surprisingly, Fleur's younger sister had been on his side. Fleur had apologized—none too convincingly, in Harry's opinion—and promised to apologize to Astoria later too.

Flopping over onto his back, Harry let out a long sigh. He rolled the jar of ointment across his belly back and forth as he stared up at the ceiling of his four-poster bed. The red curtains were drawn around his bed, blocking out the light and sounds of his dormmates getting ready for bed themselves.

After half an hour or so, the dormitory fell silent, but Harry continued to lie awake in thought over how he could make this up to Astoria. A million different thoughts ran through his mind, all of them insubstantial.

Realizing that he was getting nowhere with this tonight, Harry climbed out of bed and went to the washroom to clean up and get changed into his pyjamas before returning to bed. He grabbed the jar of ointment off of his bedside table where he'd left in and pushed through the curtains back onto his bed.

"Hi," Astoria's sweet voice called out.

Harry jumped in surprise and cursed as his injured leg accidentally smacked off of his bedside table as he awkwardly fell forward into bed. He rolled forward, landing safely atop his bed, and made sure that his curtains were closed and the privacy wards were activated before he turned to look at Astoria.

She was sat on the foot of his bed, dressed in her usual robes, which were pulled tightly around herself to ward off the evening chill. Her wand was in her hand and a gentle light sprang forth from its tip, acting as the only source of light inside the otherwise pitch-black bed. She had clearly bathed and redone her hair after the events in the Black Lake earlier that day. Her beautiful dark-brown hair was pinned up on her head, and her perfectly manicured eyebrows were raised in amusement above her big, brown eyes that never left his form once.

Merlin, she was beautiful, Harry thought to himself.

Everything that he pictured himself saying to her rushed through his mind all at once in an uncomfortable cacophony that just left his thoughts a jumbled mess. Despite that, he knew that there was only one place he could start at. "I'm sorry," he told Astoria sincerely as he settled himself in a cross-legged position near the head of his bed, leaving a couple feet of space in between them.

Astoria nodded, as though she had expected him to say that. It hurt Harry to see her like this, unsmiling and looking pensive. She often looked like that whenever they were in the library together, but he always seemed able to make her smile or laugh, even when he wasn't trying to make her do either of those things.

"I didn't expect her to kiss me like that," Harry explained, trying his best to offer his perspective on the situation. "She just did it so suddenly, and I was so physically and mentally exhausted from swimming through the lake for an hour that it took me too long to register what she was doing. I know I should have pushed her away or something, and I'm sorry that I didn't. I just want you to know that I didn't kiss her back, and if I could go back and change what I did, I would."

Astoria didn't interrupt him once as he spoke. Nothing on her face gave away what she was thinking either; she just sat there and listened. It was something Harry truly admired about her normally, but it felt horrible to be on the receiving end of it on such a serious manner. He just wanted a hint or a sign of what she was thinking.

As Harry's words lingered in the air, Astoria did the last thing Harry expected of her: she pointed at his jar of ointment.

"Is that for your leg?" She asked, completely changing the topic.

Harry gave her a strange look, but her expression was still completely neutral. "Yeah."

Astoria's hand shot out and snagged the jar from him. She unscrewed the lid, revealing the perfectly clear ointment, which smelled faintly of peppermint and sweet taffy. "Lay back," she directed him.

Still feeling confused, Harry did as she asked and laid back with his head on his pillows. Astoria was gentle as she rolled his pyjamas up his right leg until the thin, pale scar was revealed. Then, she scooped up some of the ointment with three of her fingers and went about gently applying it to his leg.

Astoria worked in silence as she diligently spread a thin layer of the ointment over his injured leg, working solely by the faint light provided by her wand in her free hand. Harry found himself actually relaxing as Astoria worked; normally, he was quite tense in the Hospital Wing when Madam Pomfrey was working on him, but Astoria had such a kind touch that he didn't mind her work in the slightest.

It barely took a minute for Astoria to finish up before she rolled his pyjamas back down. The light of her wand suddenly went out, but that was just so that she could cast a quick Vanishing Charm on her ointment-covered fingers before she lit the tip of her wand again.

"Thank you," Harry said sincerely as Astoria passed the jar of ointment back to him.

"No problem," Astoria murmured. She settled back at the foot of the bed and looked deep into his eyes. "If you lose to Fleur Delacour in the final task, I will kick you in the balls," she told him seriously.

A beat of silence passed before Harry burst out laughing. Astoria was normally so prim and proper—other than when they were having sex—so this was quite the change from her.

"I'm serious," Astoria emphasized. "I will make it hurt."

"I'm sure you will," Harry said in between fits of laughter. "And I'll let you."

"You won't have a choice in the matter," Astoria replied with a subtle shake of her head. "I'll sneak in here again, stun you, and then kick you until you throw up."

"I did say I was sorry, didn't I?" Harry asked with a slight grimace at the mental image Astoria was presenting.

"You did," Astoria nodded. She pushed herself forward and crawled over top of him until their faces were just inches apart. "I forgive you for being a complete dunderhead and not pushing her off of you the second she started to kiss you."

"Lesson learned for next time," Harry assured her.

Astoria raised an eyebrow, and Harry realised he said the wrong thing. "Next time?" She asked sweetly.

"There won't be a next time!" Harry insisted quickly.

"There had better not be," Astoria warned him. "Or I swear to you, Harry Potter, you won't live to regret it."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied seriously.

Astoria kissed him then. It was just a quick peck on the lips, but it meant the world to Harry. He hadn't realized just how hard he'd fallen for Astoria until the threat of losing her became a real possibility earlier today. He never wanted a situation like that to ever happen again.

"Good, because you're mine," Astoria declared as kissed him again. "Not some French hussy's."

"You should tell her yourself," Harry chuckled in between kisses.

Astoria kept peppering his lips with brief yet impactful kisses. "I plan on it. But first, I figured that you could do with some reminding."

"I don't," Harry shook his head quickly. "You're the only one for me, Astoria. I won't let anyone else ever get in the way of our relationship."

"Oh?" Astoria raised her eyebrow again. "So you don't want me to show you how you're mine and I'm yours?"

Harry frowned in confusion just long enough for Astoria to give him that look that told him he was being an idiot. Then, it hit him. "Right! No, yes, absolutely, I do want you to show me."

Astoria snorted as a little giggle escaped her lips. "Men," she shook her head as she sat back up. Harry went to follow her up but she placed her hand on his chest and softly pushed him back down. "Relax," she told. "And let me take care of you. You're hurt, and you're not supposed to do any strenuous activity until the day after tomorrow."

"How do you know that?" Harry asked her as he laid back down. "You weren't in the room when Madam Pomfrey told me that."

Astoria shrugged as she undid the clasp of her robes. "I may have done a little snooping around her office while she was at supper."

"Astoria Greengrass," Harry shook his head with a grin. "I'm so proud of you for breaking the rules."

"Well, between that and sneaking up to the boy's dorm tonight, I suppose I'm feeling a little rebellious," Astoria smiled as she let her robes slide off of her shoulders.

Harry's eyes bugged out as he saw Astoria's nude body. She wasn't wearing anything underneath those dark outer robes that she had been holding so closely to herself. She must have been doing that to hide any little gaps that would have shown her skin, Harry realized.

Astoria's fingers started to unbutton his pyjama shirt and she kissed her way down his chest as she went. By the time she reached the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. His rapidly stiffening cock was already visible through the thin material, and Astoria gleefully nuzzled her cheek against it.

"This is mine," she said as she glanced up at him.

Harry could only nod in awe as Astoria tugged his waistband down and released his trapped cock. He was always so surprised by how large his cock seemed when it was right up along Astoria's face like this. She continued to nuzzle his cock against her face and planted several sloppy, slobbery kisses along the base of his shaft. She dropped her mouth a bit lower and took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked hard on it. It stung a little, but the pleasure overrode the uncomfortable sensations.

Harry's cock pulsated with need as Astoria released his ball and started kissing her way up to the top of his shaft. She readjusted her position so that her ass was in the air while her breasts were down against his bedsheets. Her elbows were used to keep his thighs apart, and her face was right in front of the tip of his cock.

Astoria's warm breath washed over his cock, leaving him with the most wonderful sensation of comfort. She wiggled her butt back and forth, and Harry found his gaze drawn two those two beautiful orbs of pale flesh. However, regardless of how erotic and entrancing her little dance was, his cock could not be denied.

"Astoria, please," Harry begged her to start to really touch him. She only had her fingertips on his shaft, and the warm breath that kept misting over his cock was driving him mad with desire.

"Please what?" She asked.

"Please suck my cock," Harry groaned as his cock jumped again. He instinctively thrust his hips up a tiny bit, but Astoria moved her head back just in time to prevent the head of his cock from coming in contact with her soft lips.

"Then tell me what I want to hear," Astoria told him.

"You're the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts," Harry replied quickly.

"And?"

"You're the only one for me."

"And?"

"And I'm yours and only yours."

"Good boy."

Astoria took the head of Harry's cock into her mouth then, and he let out a tremendous sigh of relief. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding him and her fleshy tongue swirling around the head of his cock was absolutely divine. It was a hard sensation to top, and it helped to melt away all of the accumulated stress that the day had brought him.

Having gained more experience in the time that they'd been together, Astoria was easily able to take more of his cock into her mouth right away. Her pink lips sealed themselves tightly around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking half of his shaft in her mouth at a single time, coating it with her lovely saliva.

Through it all, Astoria moaned happily. Harry knew that this act wasn't bringing her any real physical pleasure beyond her being happy for making him feel so good, but her sweet sounds titillated him nonetheless. It was a thoroughly satisfying experience, only made better whenever Astoria opened her big brown eyes and looked up at him. She could see how much he was enjoying himself, and that made her all the more enthusiastic to take his cock in her mouth.

Suddenly, Astoria leaned forward so that her face was staring right down at his crotch, and she started pushing her head further down. Harry watched in amazement as Astoria worked her way down near the base of his shaft. Her hot, wet mouth felt incredible around his cock; there were just those last couple inches that she needed to get in.

Finally, Astoria made the final push to take the rest of his cock inside of her mouth. Harry's cock had to arch slightly to slip down into her throat.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, and he couldn't help but grab the back of Astoria's head and hold her in place just for a second longer before she started to work her way back up.

Astoria released his cock from her mouth with a satisfied grin on her lips and trails of saliva leading out from the corner's of her mouth down to her chin. "I've been practicing."

"Not with other men, I hope," Harry replied jokingly.

"Never," Astoria shook her head. "Unlike you, I keep firm limits in place with the opposite sex."

"I said I was sorry," Harry reiterated. "And I truly am."

"I know," Astoria assured him as she changed positions. She pushed herself up on Harry's bed and then crawled above him before turning around so that her back was to him. She rested her hips several inches above his crotch and planted her feet firmly on either side of his hips. "That's why I'm taking care of you tonight."

Astoria's plump arse was facing Harry, and he could just barely see her dripping wet pussy in between her thighs. She reached down and grabbed Harry's cock before angling up towards herself.

"Do you feel how wet I am for you?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. To reinforce the point, she smacked the head of Harry's cock off of her pussy several times, making her wetness clearly audible.

"Yes," Harry groaned needfully.

"Only you can make me like this," she told him with a sultry tone. "My body craves you."

Astoria lowered herself then, sitting down on the tip of Harry's cock and pushing it past the tight opening of her pussy. The incredible heat that surrounded Harry was so familiar and yet exciting at the same time. It was rare that he was just laid back like this letting Astoria take complete control; in fact, it was normally the opposite. But watching him sink down on him like this with her perfect ass in front of him was a sight he hoped he'd see more of in the future.

Astoria took her time sinking down on Harry's cock. When she eventually reached the base, Harry felt like his eyes were going to roll to the back of his head in delight. Astoria's pussy felt so tight around him, and it was like she was squeezing her walls in a rhythmic pattern to tease him even further.

"That's good," Astoria moaned as she reached up and cupped one of her breasts. She rocked her hips around against his a few times as she stirred his cock around inside of her, getting used to his thick girth, before she started to lift her ass off of his lap.

Harry watched as Astoria's pussy lips clung to his shaft as she raised herself off of him. It was like her body didn't want him to leave it.

Astoria leaned forward and shifted her position so that she was on her knees and her hands were on Harry's legs. It made her ass stick out even more towards him, and the need for the change in position became apparent when she started bouncing on his cock.

Normally, when she rode him, Astoria started things off slowly before gradually building up to a faster pace. This time, she went straight to one of her fastest paces yet.

Astoria's ass made the most wonderful sound when it smacked off of Harry's lap. She was bouncing her ass up and down in one, smooth motion. She would go all the way up until just the head of his cock and a bit of his shaft was still inside of her tight pussy before she'd slam back down onto him, engulfing him in her delicious warmth.

Harry was in heaven watching Astoria's ass jiggle beautiful as she fucked him. She felt incredible!

"Fuck, yes," Harry groaned as he grabbed her two ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed them gleefully as he continued to relish in the feeling of Astoria taking complete control.

Astoria rode his pole like a master at work. Harry wanted to thrust up into her so desperately, but there was no need to with the speed she was going at. Her pussy just kept slamming down on his shaft, stroking him with the perfect tightness to leave him groaning on the bed beneath her.

The sweet moans that Astoria made came in time with her descents down his cock. They were perfectly punctuated by her ass slamming against his hips and Harry's cock twitching with desire inside of her.

But no matter how much Harry wished this could last forever, he could feel the need to spill his seed bubbling up inside of him. Normally, he'd adjust his pace to make himself last longer, but Astoria was relentless. She didn't stop her rapid bouncing on his lap even when she undoubtedly felt his cock twitching inside of her. She was making a statement: she was his and he was hers. She'd show him that by making him cum inside of her.

"Astoria," Harry grunted, squeezing her ass again. "I'm really close."

"Good," Astoria replied determinedly between panting breaths. "I want you to cum in me. Then you're going to watch it seep out onto the bedsheets. Then I'm going to fuck you again until we're both satisfied."

Merlin, this woman was too good to him.

Harry didn't last more than a few bounces after that. Astoria's pussy stroked him to completion, and he let out an incredible growl of desire as he finished inside of her pussy. As his cum shot out of his cock, Astoria didn't stop bouncing on his lap for a second. She kept stroking his sensitive cock, much to his simultaneous torment and delight. His cock was twitching like mad as he spewed his hot cum inside of her, and the continued bouncing made him feel like he was going to black out from overstimulation. The sensation only stopped when Harry wrapped his arms around Astoria's waist and held her down against his lap. She struggled a bit but eventually settled down and relaxed in his arms as he finished spilling his seed inside of her.

"I need a minute." Harry let out the breath he had been holding as he sank back down onto the bed. Astoria had been incredible, but it had been a lot to take in all at once. He flopped back onto his pillows and took several deep breaths to calm his breathing.

Astoria seemed as out of breath as he was. She slipped off of his cock and nimbly flipped over so that she could curl up against his side. She threw one leg over his and Harry could feel the combined mixture of his cum and her juices spilling out of her pussy and onto his leg. She started tracing random patterns on his chest as she looked him in the eyes.

"You'd better not kiss another woman without my say so, Harry," she told him. "Otherwise, you'll lose out on countless experiences just like that."

Harry chuckled. "Trust me, you've more than made your point. I don't think anyone could ever be as good as you, either as my girlfriend or in bed."

"Good boy," Astoria kissed him then. It was soft and tender, complete opposite to how the sex had been. "Now, you'd better be ready for round two. I need to work off some of my anger before I deal with Fleur tomorrow."

"Please go easy on her," Harry grimaced. "I'd hate to get kicked out of the tournament because my girlfriend killed one of the other competitors."

"Oh, don't worry," Astoria said as she straddled Harry's lap again and grabbed his semi-hard cock in her hands. "I won't kill her."


Harry shook his head as he watched Astoria storm into the Great Hall. He was waiting by the doors, doing his best to avoid the impending explosion. A few students had taken notice of the determined look in Astoria's eyes and the fierceness of her stomping over to where the Beauxbatons students were sitting. Enough people knew that she was Harry's girlfriend and quickly realized the confrontation that was about to happen.

Fleur was bound to notice eventually too as the murmurs started to grow in the Great Hall, but Astoria called her out before that.

"Delacour!" Astoria shouted as she neared the French girl.

Fleur turned around on the bench with a haughty look on her face. "Yes?"

"You kissed my boyfriend!" Astoria shouted loudly enough for the nearby tables to overhear her.

Fleur smirked as she got to her feet. "Yes, I did." She put her hand on her hip and licked her lips tauntingly. "What of it?"

Astoria came to a stop right in front of Fleur. Their busts were almost touching each other. Fleur was a few inches taller than Astoria, so she had to look up at the French girl's face. "I don't know if all Veelas are sluts like you or if it's just a French thing, but you'll stay away from him if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'll throw you back into the lake myself and let the Grindylows deal with you."

Fleur did her best to maintain her confident look, but Harry could see that she was obviously still a little traumatized from the previous day's task in the Black Lake. "You think you can scare me?" Fleur replied, regaining her composure. "You're nothing but a-"

Fleur's words were stopped mid-sentence as Astoria suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed her. The entire Great Hall looked just as shocked as Fleur for a moment before the hooting and cheers picked up from several of the men.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw what Astoria had done. He was too far away to get a good look at it, but he swore that he saw Astoria slip her tongue into Fleur's mouth. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Astoria pulled away from Fleur with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"I guess Harry was telling the truth when he said he didn't like you kissing him. You weren't very good," Astoria commented to Fleur. Then, she turned to Harry and winked. "Guess we're even now!"


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