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The Benefits of Saving Veela- Chapter 35
🕑 Added 2023-07-26 22:20:03 +0000 UTCAN: This took far longer than I meant it to, but it also ended up being the second longest chapter in the story so far. And one that I was really quite happy with in the end.
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Fleur- Alla Bruletova
Fastening his new cufflinks, Harry looked himself over in the mirror one last time and gave a satisfied nod. The dress robes were well tailored, and his hair was bordering on something close to being tamed. Still didn’t quite manage it though. The girls had left him hours before to get ready while it’d only taken him a about half an hour. Daphne had informed him rather succinctly that, “Perfection takes time.”
His confused reply of, “But you all always look wonderful.” Had earned him more than one pleased smile, but it didn’t stop them from going their separate ways to get ready for the Ball.
Glancing over at Ron, he couldn’t help but smile, “Well, looks like you picked out something a bit better.” They were simple, fortunately not in Cannons orange, and lined with scarlet.
The ginger shot him a grateful smile, “Really can’t thank you enough for these, mate. I don’t even want to imagine the disaster it would’ve been without you.”
Harry just waved him off, “It was a gift to the rest of the school. No one needed to deal with that ruddy eyesore all night.”
They shared a laugh as Ron looked down to a watch, “Right, I’m off. Don’t think Parv will take it too kindly if I’m late.”
As he headed out, Harry looked over to another of his dormmates. Neville was staring at himself in the mirror looking nervous. Even though he’d grown into a rather impressive young wizard, he still struggled with the insecurities that had been driven into him as a child.
Deciding that there was nothing else for it, Harry walked over and clapped his friend on the shoulder, “Now, Neville, mate, looking like that, you’re going to have half the witches in the school, and I don’t just mean the Hogwarts ones, throwing themselves at you. So, just remember to keep your eyes on Hannah, yeah?”
Even through the nerves, Neville managed a little smile, “Please, I’m not you, Harry. Even If I was, I only want Hannah. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with all the girls the way you do.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her that, and Susan, because it always helps to have a best friend singing your praises to your girlfriend.” Harry couldn’t help but snicker as the other lad blushed.
He mumbled out a quiet, “She’s not technically my girlfriend…”
“Right,” He clapped him on the shoulder again, “of course not. I imagine that won’t be the case by the end of the night though.” With that, he pulled him to the door, his shoulders decidedly less tense, “Just remember, she said yes to for a reason.”
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found a fair few of their fellow Gryffindors waiting for their dates to come down. Fred and George were waiting for Angelina and Katie with their brother. Neither of them had do the same, and so they just headed toward the portrait, or they would’ve, “Oi, Harry, are you not waiting for Ginny?”
Merlin, please don’t let this be a bloody problem tonight. Considering his personal life was his own business, he hadn’t for one second thought to tell Ron who exactly he was taking to the Ball. As always seemed to be the case, Fred and George knew that their brother had stepped into something he had no right intruding on, as both clapped him on the back of the head, “Oi, what was that for?”
“If you had bothered to talking to our ickle Ginnykins,” Fred started with a scowl as George looked around nervously for his sister at the use of that particular endearment, much to Harry’s amusement, “you’d know that she decided to go to the Ball with a group of her friends.”
“Not that it’s any of your business who either of them decided to go with anyway, mind.” George followed up, looking imperiously at his younger brother. Even if the twins weren’t quite as tall as Ron, they were more imposing, especially considering the threat of their pranks.
Glancing back and forth between the pair, he looked ready to fight them on the issue anyway, but was saved form making that mistake by the arrival of his date, “Ron?”
As his friend was rightfully distracted by the appearance of his lovely girlfriend, Harry took the opportunity to bolt out of the portrait and to the enchanted staircase with Neville in tow. The sandy-haired boy couldn’t help his own curiosity as they made their way down toward the Ball, “So… who are you taking to the Ball, anyway?”
Harry snorted out a laugh, “You’re going to find out right along with everybody else soon enough, mate.”
“Is this going to be one of those things that leave Ron sulking like he’s a child again?”
“Maybe…” Harry tilted his head in thought, “Always a bit of a tossup with him lately, isn’t it?”
“If you mean he’s been a tosser, then yes.” Neville said. Harry nearly tripped on the stairs, and they were nowhere near the false step. Would never expect Neville to put it quite so bluntly. His friend just quirked an eyebrow, “What? It’s not like nobody noticed.”
“Fair play.”
There were people slowly filing down from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Towers, all of them looking their best for the event. When they reached the Entrance Hall, Neville stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Hannah coming up from the basement. He couldn’t say that he blamed his friend. His blonde date was in a lovely set of black dress robes that hugged her curves far better than the school robes ever did.
Harry managed to break him out of his stupor with a light cough and a nudge to the shoulder, “You aren’t gonna do yourself any good by standing here, mate.”
Neville didn’t even give him a backwards glance as he rushed over to Hannah’s side. If I didn’t know any better I would think that it was Neville that was taking a veela to the Ball with that dazed look on his face. Though in all fairness, Hannah was only really having such a significant effect on one person.
“Mr. Potter!” Professor McGonagall called his name and waved him over to an alcove where she was gathering the champions. Of the twelves school champions seven of them were already there with their dates, “Is your date here yet?”
“Not quite yet, professor.’ He informed her.
“No problem at all,” She sounded more frazzled than that answer would indicate, “You’ll be entering the hall youngest to oldest. Be sure to let your partner know when they arrive.” Before he had a chance to tell her that wouldn’t be quite as straightforward as she thought, she was off.
Huffing softly, he could only wait and mingle. Cedric walked over to him with Cho on his arm and a teasing smile on his face, “All those offers too much to wade through, Harry? Did you decide it’d just be better to go stag in the end?” Cho swatted at her boyfriend’s arm for his cheek, but he didn’t mind.
“No, just waiting for her to arrive. You know how the ladies can be.” Even if he’d accepted their reasoning in the end, he didn’t understand why they needed literal hours to get ready.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Cedric replied stoically with a glance in Cho’s direction.
“Right, of course you don’t.” Harry just stared at him for a long moment before the older Hufflepuff broke down with a snicker which of course, earned him another light tap to the shoulder.
They made small talk for a little bit before the couple drifted off. It left Harry to look around at the rest of the champions. He recognized most of their dates, but in the case of most of the foreign champions, he didn’t know them by name. Unlike the previous weeks, Solen was doing her level best to ignore him as she stood next to the stocky French bloke that he decimated in the first round of the dueling tournament.
His casual observances came to end as he had to do a double take because standing next to Krum was somebody that he knew very well, “Hermione?”
She gave him a little wave and pulled the quidditch star over, “You look nice. But where’s your date?” She was wearing a periwinkle dress that looked great on her. Her usually bushy hair was wavy instead, and for the first time he could remember it looked like she was wearing a very small amount of makeup. He’d always known that his friend was pretty, and he thought she looked properly lovely next to Viktor.
“Fashionably late.” Harry said with a little smile. It wasn’t even true just yet, she was just cutting it close, not actually late.
“So, French then?” Viktor interjected. He didn’t know if he’d ever heard the man make a joke, and even Hermione seemed a little surprised if her snort of laughter was anything to go by.
“Well, yes…”
As though their discussion summoned her up, he heard her light voice just behind him, “’Arry…”
Turning, he couldn’t help but absolutely beam at the sight of her… and remind himself to breathe. Bloody hell… if they all look this good, I’m going to have a really long… pleasant night. Fleur’s beauty was completely effortless, normally, but today she’d put more than a bit of it in. Her hair was up in an elaborate knot that left her long slender neck exposed and the necklace he’d gotten her clear as day nestled just above an enticing hint of cleavage. She wasn’t wearing dress robes but a beautiful silver gown that went down to her ankles and seemed to shimmer in the light. It hugged the soft, womanly curves of her body and had a slit up the side that went to her mid-thigh.
Moving to her side, he pecked her on the cheek, “You look… absolutely gorgeous! Stunning! I can’t think of anything else because well… wow, but they’re all true, trust me.”
The light blush that came to her cheeks at his compliments only made her look that much more captivating, “Zank you, ‘Arry. You certainly don’t disappoint either.” She squeezed his arm as she pressed against his side. There was more than one person looking at them, and he didn’t particularly care. For the moment, he only had eyes for one young woman.
The attention was taken off them a few seconds later as McGonagall joined them again, “That’s everyone here then?” Of course, it was then that the professor noticed the way that Fleur was leaning into his side, “Miss Delacour is your date, Mr. Potter?” There was almost resignation in her voice because it was inevitable that he’d be the one to complicate things.
“Yes, professor.”
“Lovely, considering she’s the elder of the two of you, I think it would be best if the two of you entered at the back of the group with the seventh year competitors.” With that she set about arranging everyone, and when everyone was ready instructed them, “Alright then, everyone follow me.”
The pair ended up between Viktor and Hermione, and Roger and his date. He was unsurprised that he could feel the older Ravenclaw glaring at the back of his head, but he was entirely accustomed to it at this point. He’d been one of the many people rejected by Fleur in the lead up to the Ball, and considering his horrid attempts with Anya, too, Harry couldn’t say he was entirely surprised by his ire. Can’t imagine his irritation with me is going to be any better by the end of the night. But you’d think he’d just be happy with the girl he’s got.
They started walking toward the Great Hall in short order. The doors were closed and only opened as the first couple made it to them. Ivar and his date, a short blonde girl, were the first ones through the door, “Welcome, our champions!” It was Ludo from the head table, that roused the crowd.
Through all his years at Hogwarts, he’d seen the Great Hall decorated beautifully, but the school’s house elves had truly outdone themselves this time. There were three decorated tree at the back of the room, icicle decoration all around the walls, snow falling from the enchanted ceiling, not that they had any control over that, and little homages to each of the participating schools as the centerpieces to each of the tables.
And if he’d ever had any doubt that the ancient castle could change to accommodate the number of people in it, he didn’t anymore. Because, quite simply, the long tables that usually ran the length of the room were nowhere to be seen instead circular tables that took up far more room seated the Ball’s participants.
There was one in particular he and Fleur couldn’t help but notice. There were twelve lovely ladies sitting there, but seven of them were grinning and clapping louder than anyone else as they passed. Fleur rolled her eyes good-naturedly while Harry threw a little wink the girls’ way. And I was right, they all look bloody fantastic.
They made it to the head table where they were seated with the event’s judges, and each of them took their seats. Crouch was there with Ludo, and the former didn’t look happy to be seated next to his colleague.
Harry made sure to pull Fleur’s seat out for her before taking his own. Whether by some design, or just luck, he and Fleur ended up next to Professor Dumbledore. Though if I know him, it wasn’t by accident.As Harry took his seat, he reached under the table and took a hold of Fleur’s hand, and she quickly laced their fingers together.
There was one person in the crowd he didn’t expect to see. Sitting with a few of the professors at a table nearby was Sirius… with Iliyana beside him. Harry quirked an eyebrow in surprise and caught Orina’s eye who only gave him a little shrug of her shoulder as she saw what caught his attention. Well, good for him.
“Welcome everyone, as the pupils of Hogwarts have heard many times over the years, I learned a long time ago not to give a speech, even short ones, when dinner has yet to be served. So, please, tuck in!” There was soft laughter around the room at that. Taking his seat, the hall remained surprisingly quiet as no food appeared quite yet.
There was a menu in front of each of them with more than one dish that Harry wouldn’t even pretend to recognize. Dumbledore made it clear for the rest of the attendants what they were meant to do as he placed his menu down and said clearly, “Lamb stew.” A piping hot bowl of delicious smelling stew appeared in front of him a second later and he happily dug into it.
There were murmurs around the hall, as people began to eat. Next to him, Fleur hummed in appreciation at something and a second later said, “Salmon en croute.” A lovely bit of pastry wrapped salmon appeared in front of her.
Before she had a chance to dig in, he leaned over to her, “What should I try, love?”
There were British dishes he knew he would enjoy, but something felt right about asking her opinion. Her eyes lit up and she looked down at his menu, before pointing, “Zat.” After trying something very much Bulgarian for breakfast, he figured why not take another step outside of the usual British fare.
“Coq au Vin.” What arrived in front of him was a wine-braised chicken that smelled utterly delicious. No one can accuse Fleur of having bad taste. As they dug into their meal, Fleur looked past him to the Headmaster, “Professor Dumbledore…”
The man looked over from his own stew, “Yes?”
“I just wanted to say zank you, ‘Arry told me you helped wizz a certain Christmas present.” Harry found the food in front of him particularly interesting as the Headmaster looked at him over his half-moon spectacles and gave a little chuckle.
“You’re very welcome, Miss Delacour, but I’m afraid that I really didn’t do much.” At her quizzical look, he explained, “I simply reminded Harry of our mutual acquaintance, everything else was entirely up to him. Nelle is rather fond of him, so I’m not surprised that she was willing to help.”
There were other people at the table paying close attention to their conversation, curious as ever about the close ties he shared with the vaunted wizard. But Nelle meant nothing to anyone other than the three of them. Fleur gave him a wry smile and leaned in close to ask, “Nelle, hmmm? Mind telling me how you’re on such good terms with ‘er?”
“I’d be happy to,” He assured her, “Just not here.”
That was plenty good enough to satisfy the French witch for the moment as she took another bite of her meal. The Headmaster took the opportunity to tell him, “Oh, and thank you, Harry. I never can have enough comfortable socks you know… and the muggle confectionaries you find really are stupendous. They might lack some of the novelty of our own, but they certainly don’t lack for taste.”
“Any time, sir.” Harry fought down a smile as his fellow champions and their dates tried to pretend like they weren’t listening intently. Well, everyone except Hermione who’d become entirely used to this sort of thing over the years.
The meal passed quickly with some small snippets of small talk between everyone. It was as he finished with his own meal that Viktor spoke up from just down the table, “Harry, vhat do you think about next veekened to fly?”
“What’s this now?” Cedric interjected.
“I von’t have chance to fly against Harry unless ve make it ourselves. I think next veekened is as good time as any.” It also meant that a good portion of the students would be back home. There was nothing scheduled for that time, and people still wanted the opportunity to spend at least part of the holiday with their families. He imagined that was part of Viktor’s suggestions, too. Just like me, he gets tired of the attention.
“I think I can make some time for that.” Fleur squeezed his knee below the table while Cedric only frowned, “You know if you want to come along, too, no one is going to stop you. Might not be a good idea to fly against your competition before you even play a proper game against him, though.”
The handsome Hufflepuff considered that for just a few seconds before he came up with a solution, “After the game then?”
“I don’t have any problem with that, but it’s not going to stop us from flying next week.” Harry agreed while Viktor just looked between the two of them before giving a quick, stiff nod.
As if he’d been waiting for the conversation to finish, Dumbledore chose that moment to stand. As one every dish in the hall was cleared from the tables. In the far corner of the room, desserts and beverages appeared on the table, “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to invite our champions down to the floor so that they can properly start the festivities.”
Everyone in the hall stood with them, and almost like it was choreographed, the tables moved to the sides of the room to open up the dance floor. With her hand in his, Harry guided Fleur down from the front table which neatly disappeared, too. They ended up, between Viktor and Hermione and Roger and his date again. Confident that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself, if nothing else, Harry spun to face Fleur and took hold of her waist.
There was a soft little shiver that went up her spine that he couldn’t help but enjoy as he rubbed his thumb against her hip. It was good to know that he had the same effect on her that she had on him. As the music started playing, one thing became obvious to him. McGonagall couldn’t have been more right. Staring into Fleur’s eyes, moving to the music came far easier. He had no worry about stepping on her toes or making a fool of himself. He just enjoyed having her in his arms.
There was a little tick at the corner of her lips that showed just how pleased she really was as they glided around the floor. He wasn’t surprised that Fleur clearly had more than a little bit of experience dancing in the past. Veela or not, it still takes practice to be that comfortable with it. After the first dozen bars of the song, they were joined on the dance floor by the three heads, plus Hagrid.
The music ended and echoed around the stones of the Great Hall, there was only a beat before the applause started. But then the music started up again, almost as quickly as it’d finished, and they were joined on the floor by their fellow students. The song wasn’t too fast, and he found himself swaying with the French beauty.
Taking the opportunity, she leaned in to place a kiss at the corner of his cheek, “You always ‘ave another surprise for me, don’t you?”
“Couldn’t disappoint you, especially with everyone watching.” He pulled her just that little bit closer to him, “McGonagall was very helpful.”
Fleur shook her head, but not in frustration, “You are…” Words escaped her, but he knew just what she meant because he often thought the same thing about her and the other girls too.
They danced their way through the next two songs, twirling, laughing, and just enjoying themselves before she took his hand and led him from the dance floor… and right toward Daphne who was waiting for him patiently. Almost like this has been perfectly planned. The Slytherin’s hair hung in ringlets down to her shoulders. She wore a shimmering blue dress that matched the color of her eyes, “You didn’t go with green?” he asked with a teasing smile.
“No,” She shot back, “It’s not as though you were going to be wearing scarlet.”
“Very true.” He offered his hand and looked meaningfully toward the dance floor as the next song started up, “May I have this dance?”
“And here I thought you’d never ask!” Grabbing her hand, she giggled as he gently pulled her with him.
“Just be sure to ‘ave ‘im back by nine, oui?” Fleur teased as she waved them away.
“Oh, you’ll have him back long before that… at least for a little while.” Daphne replied as Ginny came up to grab her and pull her into the throng of people. He noticed Padma with Susan not far away from them and Anya and Sue a little way further down than that. There were a few people who looked at them oddly, and more than one boy who couldn’t take their eyes off them, much to their own dates chagrin, but nobody bothered them.
As they started moving together, Harry had a thought, “So… did you all draw straws, then?” He also noticed immediately that Daphne was just as good of a dancer as Fleur, maybe even better. But considering she’s the oldest daughter of a prominent pureblood family, that isn’t really surprising.
“No, we dueled.” Daphne said with a completely straight face. It really was quite impressive how easily she managed to sell even such a blatant lie. Even if Orina and Anya could participate in a conventional duel, I wouldn’t believe that… It wouldn’t’ve been fair… and I’d almost certainly be dancing with Sue
After a few seconds where he just stared at her, she grinned, “We didn’t do straws, no. We played a few games of gobstones to decide.”
Humming his understanding, he gave her a wry grin, “You didn’t cheat, did you?”
“That’s a horrible bit of slander simply because I’m a member of Slytherin,” she rebuked him, “I just made sure the odds were in my favor.”
Harry barked a laugh, that got the attention of some of the people around them, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
It all became a bit of an enjoyable blur for him, as he was passed from one of his partners to the next over the course of the next hour. After Daphne was Orina, looking beautiful as ever. Then came Sue, Padma, Ginny, Susan, and finally Anya before going back for another dance with Fleur. And she got me back before nine. Padma and Ginny clearly had the least experience dancing, but they had plenty of fun anyway.
While they all wore different colored robes, or dresses, and different hairstyles, one thing was identical. All of them made a point of wearing their Christmas presents prominently for anyone to see. And they all look bloody gorgeous! It was a recurring thought, but no one could really blame him for it.
When the Weird Sisters took the stage after the first hour or so, things went from well-organized and thought out to all of them pressing together as a group bouncing along to the music. If it weren’t for the fact that they essentially formed their own little unit, with their friends included, Harry wouldn’t have found it that enjoyable, but there was something to be said for having the girls pressed up close to him. Something each of the lovely ladies took advantage of more than once that left him feeling more than a little turned on.
One thing he wasn’t expecting was just how exhausting the whole thing would be. His feet were starting to get a bit sore, and everything seemed muted after the deafening chords lessened. He found himself yelling even if he didn’t need to when there was a lull in the music, “I’m going to grab something to drink.”
Fleur came with him, and when they were settled at one of the refreshment tables. His French lover picked up a macaron and took a bite, she hummed appreciatively, “Not quite as good as my favorite pâtissier but, not bad.”
“You know, Orina could probably make up a batch of those for you anytime you want if you asked nicely.”
There was a wicked glint in her eye, “How nicely?”
“Not quite as nicely as you’re thinking.” He chuckled. Giving him a wink, she was distracted as Chloe and Gabrielle joined them at the table. While they’d danced together plenty, this was the first time they had the chance to talk since the start of the Ball.
He would’ve fallen into conversation with them, too if weren’t for the hand on his shoulder, “Oh, to be young again.”
With a snort, he turned to his godfather, “You’re not even forty… and a wizard.”
“True,” he agreed, “but Azkaban has to add at least what… fifty years?”
Harry was surprised to hear him making jokes about it, “Seems about right, so when is the mid-life crisis?”
Sirius barked out a laugh, “Any day now, I’m sure. Most people would probably say it already started since I’m here with an older veela.”
Leaning in, Harry reminded him, “Most people are ridiculous, and besides I’m out with three of them, so…” he let that hang in the air, and the older man rolled his eyes at the reminder, “Besides, I’d wager that Iliyana asked you here, not the other way around.”
“Well, you’re right there. And speaking of Iliyana, I really should get back to her.” He gave him a firm bear hug, “But I needed to tell you happy Christmas, before while I have the chance.”
With that, his godfather made to leave but not before he got the chance to warn him, “Don’t think I’m not going to get you back for that thoughtful present today.”
“I’m counting on it.” He threw him a wolfish grin before heading off back to his date for the evening. Harry took a long drink of water when something caught his eye. Fred and George were having what appeared to be a rather amiable conversation with Ludo Bagman.
The former quidditch player was all smiles and handed the twins a pouch that had them both looking skeptical before he headed off. Wonder what that’s about? Might just have to ask them about it later. His understanding was that the twins didn’t particularly care for the man after the World Cup. Something about an unfulfilled bet. Maybe he came through on it.
Fleur didn’t give him a chance to dwell on it as she took his hand and pulled him with her back toward their friends. Even if it wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, he’d happily go right back to it if it meant seeing those smiles on their faces. Though, one of them wasn’t quite as happy, at least briefly, as the rest of them.
Padma noticed that her sister was dancing with Lavender, Dean, Seamus, and Michael Corner of all people rather than her own boyfriend. The twins shared a silent conversation of quick looks and one nod before his lovely Patil sister relaxed and got back to enjoying the evening. Just something else to worry about later. He couldn’t help the sinking feeling that Ron had bolloxed things up and it was going to make things miserable.
They danced for what felt like hours. The sky above them cleared and silver moonlight reflected on the icy decorations of the hall and bathed it in shimmering light. Slowly, the throng of people thinned as more and more people headed off to their beds… or broom cupboards and empty classrooms in some cases. It was… a wonderful night, full of fun and laughter.
For him, it ended with one last slow song with Fleur in his arms again. They swayed gently to it with the other girls around them again. Her head was tucked into the crook of his neck, and he could feel her soft lips pressed against the hollow there. As the song fosjosjed, she spoke just loudly enough that he would hear, “Zank you for tonight, ‘Arry. It couldn’t ‘ave been better.”
Kissing the top of her head, he smiled into her hair, “Love you.” He really couldn’t agree with her more. Going in, he’d worried that there would be some drama to deal with. But then Draco wasn’t there, and from everything he knew about Solen, she wouldn’t do anything to damage her reputation in the eyes of her headmistress. She’d spent years being circumspect in her rivalry with Fleur and that didn’t change just because he’d rejected her. His French competitor spent the night well away from them, minding her own business.
“Will you walk wizz me? I would like to get some fresh air.” she asked him sweetly. There were not so subtle smiles thrown their way by the other girls, and something told him, just like nearly everything else that night, they’d already discussed this.
“Anytime.” They walked together, alone, out toward the front lawn of the castle. It’d been transformed into a grotto filled with hundreds of fluttering fairy lights… as in actual fairies, filling the rosebushes. It was beautiful, though not nearly so beautiful as the girl next to him.
They walked in comfortable silence, the only noise between them the soft crunch of fresh snow beneath their feet. So late in the night, they seemed to have the entire space to themselves. They were in no rush, just enjoying the moment. When they reached the far end of the grotto, Fleur stopped them and looked out. Framed in the exit was the Beauxbatons carriage.
Biting her bottom lip, looking somehow sinfully sexy and adorable all at once, she sounded excited and nervous as she played with his hand, “I wanted to show you ze carriage.”
“Oh, really? The carriage?”
There was mischief in her stunning blue eyes, “Well, one specific room.”
Leaning in he gave her a brief, firm kiss on the lips, “I’d love that.” He was pretty sure that Fleur actually glowed in the low light at his response. I can’t imagine there are many people in the world that would say no to that. Taking his hand, she led him down from the castle to the carriage.
As they walked down the lawn to the carriage, he felt a sudden surge of lust that had nothing to do with Fleur. Not that she wasn’t doing a good enough job of enticing him herself, mind. Seems like the girls are having some fun of their own.
His French lover seemed acutely aware of it too. She looked at him with blown out eyes and her breathing grew shallow. Her eyes drifted down to his trousers and the evidence of his arousal and it looked like it took physical effort for her not to take him right there on the grounds. That would take some serious explaining.
They hurried down the path and he guided her up the steps to the carriage door, and got a pretty smile for his trouble. It opened at her touch, and she led him inside. The already massive construction was even bigger on the inside, but he didn’t get much of an opportunity to admire it. They both had more important things on their mind.
Pulling him toward the corridor they went almost to the front of the carriage, passing a dozen doors before she opened one without a second thought. The room was painted white, the bed had powder blue sheets the same color of Beauxbatons uniforms. And that was the extent of what he was able to take in before the door closed behind him and he was pinned against it with a thump.
The horny witch nipped and sucked at the crook of his neck, making sure to leave a mark on him as she went. Then, something happened that he’d become accustomed to over the course of the last few months. His clothing disappeared with a lick of heatless flame, though her dress was still hugging her gorgeous figure. Fleur looked like she surprised herself, as though she’d never done it before and didn’t even know she could. Wonder if I’ll be seeing those again. But, he didn’t care to dwell on that fact when her dainty hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
Jerking him lightly, she pulled a bead of precum from his crown and started working it into his swollen flesh. Harry’s hand skimmed down her side and cupped her bum as she circled him with both hands. His nerves were lit up with pleasure as her allure pressed on him more intensely than he could ever remember. But as she started to drop down to her knees he had the presence of mind to turn the tables. H
Taking her by the shoulder, he switched them around and pressed her against the hardwood door. Her breath hitched as he pulled the cups of her dress down below her perfectly perky breasts. Her nipples were pale pink, small and incredibly hard. He leaned down to take one of the inviting little buds between his teeth. Her back arched and she continued pumping him as her other hand found the back of his neck, urging him to stay right there.
When he pulled away, he kissed his way up her neck to her ear, “It’s my turn to take care of you, love.” She seemed at a loss for words, her full lips parted slightly in astonishment, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. It hadn’t sat right with him, the number of times where she’d pleasured him without doing the same in return, and he was going to make it up to her. Repeatedly, in quick succession.
Dropping down to a knee, his hands slipped along her stocking covered thighs. He felt her shiver as he cupped the curve of her peachy bum. Her legs hooked around his shoulder as he moved her gown up and out of the way. He wanted her to see every second of what he was going to do to her.
Her pussy was that same pale pink, but as it pulsed in need, he could see just hint of the darker, ruby red within. He could smell the sweet perfume of her dripping quim and it filled him with a wanton need to make her quiver.
Effortlessly, he lifted her petite body up until he was standing. Squealing in surprise, she filled her fingers with his dark hair. It turned into a lewd moan as he buried his tongue in her tiny, squeezing slit. All the girls tasted wonderful in their own way, but there was something to be said for veela. Each one of them was like his favorite treat, and Fleur was no different.
“Merde!” Her heels dug into his back as he swiped and swirled his tongue against her sensitive walls. His nose grazed against her clit as he did everything in his power to pull those sexy moans and whimpers from her body.
Ever diligent when it came to the pleasure of one of his partners, he brought her to one twitching peak and then another. It left his lover babbling in incoherent French but it was clearly very complimentary. But the fact that she was capable of speech at all meant that he hadn’t quite done his job. And so, he used his trump card, as it were.
Staring up at her, her brilliant blue eyes widened the moment that it started. Inhuman vibrations and flicks left her flushed. “Mon Dieu!” Her voice was low and guttural, and he found out something rather interesting. Fleur was undoubtedly a squirter.
Even though he was the one holding her up, she still tried to push him away as she spasmed through a visceral peak. Anything to bring an end to the relentless pleasure, but he wouldn’t budge. He rode out her peak as she covered his chin and nose, some of her sweet juices even dripped down to his chest and was creating a line down to his abs.
As she twitched through the last aftershocks of that blissful moment, he carefully brought her down, but he didn’t place her down on her feet. Instead, he carried her over to the bed and laid her gently on the bed. Her gown looked more like a belt, and there were obvious stains to tell exactly what she’d been doing in it. But somehow, she still looked elegant. Her hair was slightly tousled, but that just made the knots look somehow sexier.
As he looked down at her, she brought one of her slender fingers to her lips and bit it. His cock throbbed, demanding attention and she had ever intention of giving it to him. Her fingers found his swollen shaft, and she stroked him as she pulled him close, “I want you, ‘Arry… more zan anyzzing. I’ve ‘eard enough stories to last me a lifetime. I’d like to start making some of my own.” Her hand drifted from his shaft to her own bare, glistening petals and she spread them invitingly.
“Anya or Orina?” He asked, knowing that it’d be the sort of thing they’d do. They’d happily told him about the way they’d… stoked the fire for Fleur after their history lesson.
“All of zem… all day.” She told him with a little smile of her own. At his quirked eyebrow, she elaborated, “Zey didn’t do it to tease me, but to set me at ease. I was ze one asking, trust me.”
He couldn’t imagine why such a stunningly beautiful, sensual young woman would have any reason to be nervous. But then it occurred to him. Sue had some self-doubt, in no small part because his first lovers were veela, literal embodiments of passion. And while Fleur was no more experienced than her kinsfolk when he first slept with them, she couldn’t help but worry about comparison. It wasn’t something that any of them ever needed to worry about as far as he was concerned. One of those small advantages of it being ingrained down to our magic that we fit together.
But he couldn’t blame her for needing reassurance, even if they left her horny and needy. Harry gave her a gentle smile. Cupping her cheek, he leaned down to kiss her as she pressed his spongy dome to her impossibly hot lips. Her pussy was… divine. Warm and tight, it left him sighing in pure pleasure. With every rapid beat of her heart, he could feel her depths pulse around him as he pressed inch after inch of his length into her snug sheath.
When they were pressed as closely to one another as possible, he saw a tear slip from the corner of her eye. He didn’t even need to ask because he knew it wasn’t out of pain, but joy. He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb and she beamed up at him, “Zey were right you know, You are reshaping me… I can feel you behind my navel.” She knew exactly what she was doing and it worked. Taking her slender waist in his grip, he started gliding her cock-hugging hole back and forth along his shaft.
“Oui… oui…oui…” With every thrust of his length into her beautiful body, she chanted her breathy approval. Her hand dug into his hip as she urged him to keep pounding into her. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him adoringly.
His fingertips ghosted along her body from her clavicle, down through the valley of her breasts, across her cute little belly button, over her puffy mound until he found her super-sensitive nub. Her whole body shivered, but still she didn’t cum.
“Cum for me, Fleur. I want to feel you explode around my fucking cock.” He growled out, slowly bringing himself closer and closer to the edge.
Her inner muscles undulated along his shaft, as she shook her head, “Non…”
Harry pinched her tiny clit and massaged it between his digits, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but still nothing. He could feel her nails digging into the muscle of his bum and knew that it would leave a mark but she somehow managed to hold on.
Changing his pace, he did everything in his power to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. And as he drove her from English to French… again, and made her eyes roll to the back of her head, he was sure that he was managing it, but still she stopped herself from reaching her peak. It was a beautiful sort of agony, that both could only take so long.
Eyes blown out in bliss, her reasoning became clear as she whimpered, “Please…. Togezzer. I can’t take anymore!” It was almost touching that she was holding out so that they could cum that first time together.
Harry leaned over his French lover, pressing their sweat slick bodies as close as they could get as his hips became a blur. Fleur hooked her legs behind his bum and hugged him tightly, “I’m going to fill you up, Fleur… I’m going to make you mine.”
“Please!” It was almost a sob.
“But… but you have to promise me something first.”
“Anyzzing!”
“Never. Hold. Back. Again. Not unless I tell you to.” He could see where that could be a bit of fun, but he much preferred watching his lover fall apart for him again and again.
“I promise… I promise… oui!” She mindlessly kissed against the side of his neck between words. Whether she’d allowed herself to cum or not, she was unequivocally euphoric, “Just… please…”
Satisfied that they understood each other, he hilted himself in her pristine pussy as his cock. The cum raced up his cock and exploded inside of her with an incredible ferocity. They writhed against each other as Fleur screamed out her body-quivering, mind-numbing, magic-deep peak, “Fucking… Merde! Oui!” Her juices squirted around the seal of his cock and left the bedding below them absolutely drenched.
All the girls could attest, he had rather prodigious loads, but he would say this one bordered on ridiculous. It became clear why as it hit him, harder than anything he’d ever experienced before. A small subconscious part of him wondered if this was what each of the girls had experienced their first times with him. Because as Fleur’s magic flared and formed the last of the entwinements, it seemed to exponentially magnify the ecstasy of his own peak.
It teetered between pain and pleasure as every nerve in his body seemed to fire up at once. It was clear that his newest lover felt something similar as it proved too much for her. The last thing he managed to do before the physical toll of such an incredible, rarified experience caught up to him was to lay at her side and pull her close. Her head rested against his chest as they both fell into dreams.
AN: For anyone wondering, the reason why Anya and Orina didn't need to be there for their first time is because Fleur is veela, too. So, she is capable of forming the entwinement on her own.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
Comments
A13
"* depraved purring ensues *" Depraved purring is my new favorite sentence fragment...
GhostnKC
did he spend any time in Alabama? that had me dying of laughter.
Pope Yoda I
* A lone figure sits before a warmly crackling fireplace, their silhouette illuminated in the trademark 'Mr. Burns Pose #3'. A fluffy, white cat sits in his lap * "Tell me gentlemen. Was your brother repeatedly dropped on his head when he was a child?" * Both of the figures sitting across from him shake their heads in unison * "Did one of you grab him by the ankle, swing him around like weaponized autism and bash him headfirst into things during a rousing game of 'Mace and Men'?" * More head shaking * ".....did he ever spend any time in Alabama?" * synchronized shrugs this time * "Alright, gentlemen, you may leave. Remember, 0-Dark-30 in stairway 4 for the commencement of Operation: Gank the Ginger." * snickers follow their departure * "Daphne, I don't know why your animagus form is a fluffy cat, but I am loving the fetish material." * depraved purring ensues *
