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The Benefits of Saving Veela- Chapter 31
🕑 Added 2023-05-22 19:30:01 +0000 UTCAN: Casting-
Fleur- Alla Bruletova
Chloe- Riley Rasmussen
Solen- Nikki Sia
A spell went whirling by his ear, a desperate last attempt to stop him as he pressed the advantage. A hastily cast shield shattered under the strength of his spellfire. From the right, Sue Li moved in with all her usual grace and agility. Blaise didn’t see it coming and even if he did, it wouldn’t have done him any good. Her stunner dropped him to the ground in a heap, and it was only then that Harry took stock of the rest of the dueling area.
Professor Flitwick was already going about waking the others up. He started with Susan and then Daphne. Neither of them looked particularly pleased with Harry as they stared in his direction… which was fair, honestly. I did go right for them the second the fight, but they were the biggest threat…
Ernie was the only one from their team that needed to be woken up, though Neville had a rather nasty bruise forming on the side of his head thanks to a Bludgeoning Hex from Daphne. The teams had been decided on by Flitwick and Dumbledore. They’d been put together to cover each other’s weaknesses and bolster their strengths. There’d been some indignance when Harry and Sue had been put together.
Sue nudged his shoulder to get his attention, “Good job.”
“You too.” He returned as Blaise rose with a groan as Flitwick moved off.
“That still isn’t even remotely fair.”
“Hey, you put up a good effort.” Harry tried to console him but the Slytherin boy snorted out his disagreement.
“He’s right,” Daphne added as she moved to join them. Susan nodded her agreement, “It was barely a fight. You were ridiculous. Especially since you came straight after me and Susan!” While she tried to sound irritated with that fact, she didn’t really manage it. If anything she sounded impressed more than anything, and a little bit excited by it, too.
“You’re the best person on your team offensively, and Susan and work well together,” He shrugged as though it were obvious, “The longer you were in the fight the harder it was going to be. So, I figured deal with it right away.” Susan and Daphne both huffed, trying to play at being frustrated but not really managing it. They both knew they were outmatched, they just hoped that they’d have better luck against the other schools when the time came.
Whatever else was going to be said was interrupted as the Headmaster spoke, “Well done, everyone. A fine display of teamwork on both sides. You should be formidable when you face the other schools.” The second and third year teams were there too, standing on the sidelines after they’d had their own matches, “That’s all for today. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday, I’m sure many of you have plans down in Hogsmeade, so we won’t keep you any longer than necessary.”
The group started dispersing the moment the last word had left Dumbledore’s mouth, because he was absolutely right. Between the upcoming Yule Ball, and Christmas itself, plenty of people had some shopping they needed to get done. Harry was no different in that regard.
Turning his attention to the girls, he asked, “Want to head down to Hogsmeade with me? I always love the company.”
Much to his surprise, they all shook their heads. Susan was the one who explained, “We can’t very well get you anything for Christmas if you’re with us, Harry. Not to mention, there are some things for the Ball that we’d really prefer to be a surprise.”
“Oh… right.” That was understandable, but he still felt a bit put out by it.
They giggled at the look on his face, “Don’t worry. We’ll meet you at the Three Broomsticks after we’re done. We wouldn’t deny you our company all day.”
He sighed dramatically, “However will I fend for myself?”
“You’ll manage, we’re sure.” Daphne deadpanned, as she hooked her arm through each of the other girls and led them away. He found himself watching them go, but who could really blame him. They all had lovely bums.
Harry only realized that Blaise was still standing nearby when he heard a muffled chuckle. Turning to the Slytherin with one curious eyebrow raised in question, he got a quick answer, “Just wondering how you do it, mate.”
“Lucky, I guess.”
“Or cursed.” Blaise laughed, not knowing how wrong he really was, “Most blokes have a hard enough time dealing with one girl. You seem to have half the bloody school chasing you. Can’t imagine how much jealousy you have to deal with.” Fortunately, none. There’s a beauty to magic after all. But Blaise didn’t know that. In fact, he didn’t know just how many girls Harry was really with anyway.
“Less than you’re imagining.”
Blaise only rolled his eyes, “Maybe, but it’s probably more than you’re imagining, too.” They headed to the door, “Now, I’m meeting Fay in a little bit, so I can’t stand around here with you all morning.”
“Fay, really? Didn’t take you for the Gryffindor type.”
“I’m the pretty girl type, Potter.” Blaise gave him a toothy smile, “Luckily for me, you just opened the horizons by dealing with the senior Malfoy.”
“Of course, that’s exactly why I did it.” Harry said wryly.
“No, it wasn’t, but I’m not complaining about the results.” They made their way out into the entrance hall. What they walked out to wasn’t something that they were expecting though. There were students coming down or up from their dorms, ready for the Hogsmeade trip, which was normal. What had everyone’s attention was Draco… and Fleur.
The French witch was looking at the blonde ponce like he smelled particularly foul as he blustered and made a scene there for everyone in the hallway to see, “You see, it should be your honor, I’m a Malfoy. The very best of the best. A proper pureblood family. I’ll get you the finest silk dresses… and jewels and everything else your heart desires.”
Since the announcement of the Yule Ball, this had been a relatively common occurrence. Persistent, allure-driven suitors asked Fleur to accompany them to Ball in a never-ending stream. The young woman found it incredibly irritating and while her friends were sympathetic, there wasn’t much to be done about it. No matter how many times she told them she already had a date, they persisted.
Blessedly, Malfoy seemed to be at the end of his little spiel as he finished with a flourish, “So, you’ll go to the Ball with me!” It was said as more of a statement than a question.
Fleur’s lips curled in disdain and Chloe was having a hard time not openly laughing at him. Now that he’d finally ceased his bragging, she took the opportunity to burst his bubble, “Non… I won’t. As I’ve already told you twice… in the last five minutes.” He’d missed quite a bit, apparently, “I’m tired of being nice about it. You’re ze son of a vile, disgraced cochon and ze apple clearly doesn’t fall far from ze tree.” The turn from dopey, enamored fool to enraged was immediate, “I’d razzer go wizz a flobberworm zan you.”
“How dare you, you arrogant creature!” The crowd in the entrance hall was only getting bigger, but Draco didn’t seem any the wiser, “You should feel privileged that I even asked!”
“I should feel privileged that I was asked by a social pariah zat still believes his rapist murderer fazzer did nozzing wrong?” She looked at Chloe and smirked, “I wasn’t aware zat my brain ‘ad fallen out of my ‘ead. ‘ow did I miss zat?”
“It ‘asn’t. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, good.” Fleur returned her attention to Draco, “Considering I still ‘ave my wits about me, we’re done ‘ere.” With that she made to step past him. There were snickers from the crowd at Draco’s expense, and between that and his wounded pride he did something quite stupid.
Grabbing Fleur’s shoulder, he turned her back toward him. Harry felt his wand fall into his hand, a spell already forming in his mind, but it turned out that he didn’t need it. Her knee snapped up to hit soundly against his groin. All the air left Draco in a rush as he crumpled to the ground in a pitiful heap. There was a collective groan from many of the male onlookers, even those who detested him, at the sheer force of the hit.
“Damn,” Blaise said a little awestruck, “remind me not to piss her off.”
“You’re telling me.” Harry said still staring at the beautiful blonde.
“You’d think, by now, he’d have figured out to just keep his head down and stay out of trouble.” That was terribly optimistic, especially coming from a Slytherin.
“Pretty sure I’m more likely to survive another Killing Curse than that happening.”
“True.” The two boys stepped apart as Dumbledore came into the entrance way. He looked at the scene in front of him with a furrowed brow as things went silent.
“What’s going on here?” There was a quiet fury in his voice.
“Draco asked Fleur to the ball.” Harry explained, “She said no… he didn’t take it well. When he grabbed her, she responded… quite harshly.” There was a moment where Harry felt a prodding on his mind, and he let the Headmaster see the incident.
Not wanting to appear biased against Draco, he asked the room, “Is this true?” There were nods of agreement from everyone there. Dumbledore’s frown only deepened as he headed over to Draco, “With me, Mr. Malfoy. It seems that the punishments you’ve received this year have done nothing to rectify your behavior.”
Struggling to his feet, Draco was incensed, “And what about her?”
“Miss Delacour isn’t a Hogwarts student, so I’ll be informing Madame Maxime of this incident.” Dumbledore told him with a deadly calm, “But if she were one of ours, there’d be nothing to punish. You were the one in the wrong and she responded on instinct.” He looked to the rest of students briefly before he gestured to Draco, “To my office, Mr. Malfoy.” The crowd parted as he moved toward the enchanted staircase.
There was muttering as the onlookers finally broke up and started heading out of the castle toward Hogsmeade. Blaise said optimistically, “If we’re lucky this’ll finally be the last straw and we won’t have to suffer the prick anymore.”
“You could be right,” Harry couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction at that thought, “I imagine he’s going to be suspended if nothing else…” And considering how adamant Narcissa was about getting back into Sirius’ good graces and her regrets regarding Lucius, I can’t imagine that will be a fun experience for him.
Blaise looked down at his watch before he hurried off without more than a quick wave. Harry just chuckled as he made his way over to Fleur and Chloe, “Morning ladies.”
“’ello, ‘Arry.” Fleur gave him a beatific smile that made Chloe roll her eyes.
“You know, it’s amazing zat no one ‘as guessed who you’re going to the Ball with considering ze way your ‘eart goes into your eyes every time you see ‘im.” The redhead didn’t mind it one bit, honestly, she just would never miss an opportunity to tease her best friend.
“Zat’s because ‘e has so many pretty witches around ‘im all the time.” Fleur said sagely, “Makes it ‘ard to guess which one he’s going with when none of us will actually say.”
“Zat… is probably true.” Chloe conceded, before turning to Harry, “So, did you enjoy the show as much as the rest of us?”
Harry shrugged his shoulders, “I’ve seen it enough now that it’s starting to get boring.”
The French veela just pouted, “You would zink they’d ‘ave gotten ze message by now.”
“How many is it now. Twenty? Or is it closer to thirty?”
“Twenty-six.” Fleur said, “It’s getting ridiculous.”
“It was ridiculous after ten. But most of the zem are British, so you can’t blame them for being so terribly ‘ard ‘eaded. It’s in zere nature.” Chloe giggled at the look that Harry threw her way.
Fleur patted his arm comfortingly, “Don’t worry, you’re ze exception.”
Deciding that he’d take that, considering he most certainly was hardheaded, he changed the topic, “Anyway, would you like to go down to Hogsmeade with me? I’d be happy to show you around the village.”
“Just us?” Chloe coughed and Fleur blushed slightly, “And Chloe too, of course.”
He didn’t mind the redhead joining them, they spent enough time alone after all, “Yep, I was told quite nicely that I wasn’t welcome while a few of the other are looking for presents… among other things apparently.”
Fleur nodded her head, “Of course, it’s less fun if you know what you’re getting.” Chloe agreed with that sage wisdom.
“Right, if you both just wait here, I’ll be right back down.” They were already bundled up for the chilly December day, but he wasn’t quite as prepared after the practice session.
Heading up to Gryffindor Tower, he changed into a warm jumper, threw on a woolen jacket, and grabbed a scarf before headed back down. When he got back to the entrance hall, the girls were right where he’d left them, “Shall we?”
There was more than one jealous look thrown his way as he had two beautiful French witches with him. Though, there was more than one directed toward Fleur and Chloe, too. He wasn’t the only one who noticed either. The redheaded girl snickered, “I’m not sure which of you is getting more dirty looks.”
“Surely, they must all be directed toward you.” Fleur teased as they reached the carriages, “You’re with bozz of us, aren’t you?”
“Non, non, it’s definitely for you two,” Chloe insisted, “I much prefer it when you’re the center of attention.” Harry had to admire that about Fleur’s friend. Given that she was a beautiful girl in her own right, she got very little attention from the lads. I suppose she must prefer it that way.
They made it out to the carriages without any trouble. He helped both girls in before they were on their way to the village. He wrapped his arm around the beautiful blonde, and she cuddled herself into his side as they started bouncing down the path.
“So,” Fleur said slowly, the warmth of her breath against his ear making him shiver in way that had nothing to do with the cold, “I’m wondering what color your robes for ze Ball are? I wouldn’t want us to clash, after all.”
She was a young woman accustomed to everything being easily and immaculately in place, so he wasn’t surprised that she wanted to make sure that they looked good, “They’re charcoal.” Nice and neutral at Sirius’ recommendation, “I just need to know what color your dress is so that I can accent properly, right?”
He wasn’t the most knowledgeable on this sort of thing, but it was apparently the right thing to say because Fleur grinned, “Perfect, I’ll be in silver-grey. Maybe blue for the accessories zen…”
Falling into conversation with Chloe, they discussed some of the finer details. He only heard snippets of it and wasn’t remotely bothered by their lack of attention. He was happy to wear whatever made Fleur happy, within reason of course. He wasn’t overly concerned with wardrobe as long as it was comfortable.
They reached Hogsmeade in short order and he helped them out, “It really is quite ze lovely little village, non?” Fleur asked her friend as they stepped down.
Chloe shrugged, “It is nice enough. I still prefer Annecy in winter.”
“Oh, most definitely,” Fleur said with a tinkling laugh, “But zis ‘as its own charm.” He knew they were just trying to get his goat. It was in their nature to be incredibly proud of their home country, and they loved reminding him of it. Not that I don’t return the favor every chance I get.
They made their way through the properly busy town. It seemed like just about every student had come down for this trip. They made their way through a few different shops, each of the picking up the odd present as they went.
They started in Scrivenshaft’s, where he picked up a new professional engraving set for Padma. He’d placed the order a couple weeks earlier via owl. Given her love of runes, he thought it was a fantastic gift. Most of the gifts he’d gotten the girls had to be ordered in advance, which was done with the help of Sirius and Dobby. Which was why he wasn’t the least bit worried about rushing around the village looking for presents. Half of them were already back at the castle, wrapped and ready for the coming holiday.
As they walked from Scrivenshaft’s to Gladrags, Fleur leaned into him excited, “Padma will love your gift! ‘ow thoughtful!”
“That’s what I’m hoping.” He gave her a little smile.
Giving him a furtive look, she decided not to be subtle, “And what ‘ave you gotten me?”
Snorting out a laugh, he reminded her, “Weren’t you the one who said it’s better when it’s a surprise?”
“She meant that about everyone other than her,” Chloe told him, amused by her friend’s excitement.
“Well,” He poked her in the nose, making her frown cutely, “you’re just going to have to wait like everyone else. But, trust me, I gave your gift an equal amount of thought.” If anything, that only succeeded in making her more eager.
They made it to Gladrags in short order where he bought a particularly ostentatious pair of socks for a friendly free elf. And an equally ridiculous pair for the Headmaster. Unsurprisingly to him, they spent a good bit of time in that store. In the end though, the girls found what was on offer lacking compared to what they were used to in France. At Zonko’s he picked up some simple things for Neville, Ron, and some of his other friends. Eventually, they headed over to Tomes & Scrolls.
Given the general hustle and bustle around the town, it was still quite quiet in the bookstore. They moved through the store together at first but as he looked over the titles, curious to see if there was anything that might be right for Hermione, they ended up in different aisles. As he perused, he felt someone’s attention on him. It was something he was well-accustomed to, and so he just ignored it at first, but a moment later there was a light touch on his arm, “Excuze moi?”
Harry turned to his right and found himself looking down at Solen. She was alone, without any of the usual gaggle of girls that he’d heard about from both Fleur and Gabrielle. As usual, her hair was in a braid. There was a crimson-red scarf around her neck, and she was looking up at him… anxiously, “Yes?”
The usually hyper-confident young woman took a steadying breath, and he had a worrying moment of clarity. You must be bloody kidding me. But then considering the looks that had been thrown his way for the last couple of weeks, he probably should have expected it, “I would like to go to ze Ball wizz you.” It wasn’t said as a question but more as a statement of fact.
While he knew that she wasn’t a particularly pleasant person, he wasn’t in the habit of making a massive scene either, “That’s… very flattering,” he said awkwardly to a young woman he was actively working to absolutely demolish in multiple competitions, “but I already have a partner for the Ball.”
He watched her deflate and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knew how nerve-wracking it was for most people to approach someone, “Oh… I asked around and… everyone said you ‘adn’t…” Then you didn’t ask the right people, clearly.
Whatever else she was going to say died in her throat as Fleur came up from behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist. At first, she didn’t even notice that Solen was there, her attention entirely on him, “Do you zink Luna would like zis? She’s been such a lovely friend to Gabby, I wanted to get her somezzing.” She showed him a book on more obscure magizoology.
“I think she’ll love anything you get her.” Harry told her fondly. Their eccentric friend didn’t seem to expect anything from anyone, so she was always pleased when they surprised her.
Fleur only then noticed the young woman who was looking between them with a scowl. Her allure suddenly exploded caressing against his skin as she gripped him more tightly. He didn’t know if it was jealously, or possessiveness, or just protectiveness that caused the sudden reaction. Given the nature of their relationship though, he thought it was probably more of the latter than anything else. Despite her magical reaction, she managed to keep her voice even, “Bonjour, Solen, what do you want?” ‘
“Zat’s none of your business.” Solen bit out before she turned her attention back to Harry, “I zought you were different, exceptional even, seems I was wrong.”
“Non, you weren’t wrong.” Fleur assured her before slipping into French, “Unlike the boys you associate with, he shrugs off the allure like it isn’t even there.” She smirked at the younger girl, “He also happens to have much better taste when it comes to the sort of company he keeps.” He’d spent enough time with his French lover that he could make out at least some of the words and got the basic gist of what was said.
The last little bit was clearly meant as a slight toward her schoolmate. In response, she stuttered out, “He’s… a… a fool if he has any genuine interest in you!” With that she spun on her heel and head out of the bookstore in a huff, blushing in embarrassment.
They watched her go before Harry broke the silence, “She must be a bit mad…” he said lightly, “Did she think I spend time with you because I don’t enjoy your company?” When he looked at Fleur expecting a response, he found her looking at him intensely. Her allure hadn’t lessened but it seemed to be pressing on him and only him. If anything, instead of drawing attention as it usually did, it was actively repelling the attentions of others. Absently, she placed the gift for Luna on the nearest bookshelf before taking his hand in hers and pulling him toward the back of the bookstore. They ended up in a dark, windowless alcove that was almost entirely obscured from the rest of the store.
There was no one else there, and that seemed to be exactly what she wanted. Without a hint of caution, she molded herself against his chest, her stiff nipples obvious through her shirt. Leaning up, she pressed her full lips against his own. She was greedy and ravenous. When she pulled back a second later, her voice was barely above a whisper, hot and horny, “Mine!” And then she was on him again. So definitely possessive then.
This was a side of her he’d never seen before, one that was nonexistent when it came to the other girls in their life. But Solen clearly causes some… serious reactions in her.
Not that he was complaining in the slightest, mind you. Why would he when her soft hand skimmed along his abs and beneath the waist of his trousers. He groaned against her lips as her wonderful digits wrapped around his rapidly hardening cockflesh.
Her movements were hurried and demanding as she pulled him out into the open air. She took him in both hands and started gliding them up and down along his length at a rapid pace. There was a single-minded hunger in her eyes that made it difficult to resist that incredible feeling. The way she was staring at his manhood like it was the only thing in the world only made it that much more enticing.
“Cum for me, ‘Arry… ” There was an obsessive need in her voice, like the very idea that Solen wanted him made her desire nothing more than to be reminded that he wanted her. It was stupidly sexy to him having such a beautiful woman so fervently devoted to getting him off. Trying to make it last longer, despite the growing tension in his groin, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists that he beat back against the books at his back.
“Non…” Somehow, she managed to move even faster, her hands becoming a perfectly synchronized blur on his meat. The wet schlick of her incessant beating grew louder and louder and he could only pray that no one else heard, or at the very least didn’t come to investigate, “Don’t ‘old back… give me your cum. Now!” Bending at the waist, she stuck her cute pink tongue out and started lapping at the tip of his crown.
Leaking precum at this point, he threw his head back with a heavy thump. He managed to restraint his groan as he felt the warm cum travel up his cock. His hand found her silver-blonde tresses and he held on tight as he started cumming. When the first rope of pearly white seed splashed hard against her cheek the gasp that left her was downright sinful.
The next one filled her mouth as she latched onto his twitching cockhead and started swallowing. With every new rope that hit her tongue, she shook through her own peak. He lightly humped his hips into her face as he shuddered through his pulse after pulse until the last of his orgasm passed.
Languidly, she licked at his crown one last time before she pulled off with a quiet pop. She gave him a sexy little smile as she tucked him back into his trousers. While he was curious, he wasn’t foolish enough to ask her what exactly prompted that reaction.
“Uhmm…” Chloe was standing behind her friend with a light blush on her cheeks, “we’re running a bit late for lunch at the Three Broomsticks…”
Fleur turned toward her friend, “Oh, zat is rude of us.” Grabbing his hand again, she started walking him back toward the front. Before she could get past though, her best friend stopped her and pointed to the line of cum still on her face. “Zank you, ‘ow silly of me?” His cock twitched one more time as Fleur gathered it on her finger and sucked it into her mouth, “Better?”
Chloe gave her a wide-eyed nod before she glanced at Harry and followed behind her friend. The three of them headed back toward the front of the store, and even remembered to grab the book for Luna before they headed to the Three Broomsticks.
AN: Fleur can have a bit of a possessive streak.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thanks, as always, for reading.
Comments
SharpShooter345
A bit lol, but I bet she'd love nothing more than to tie solen up and fuck harry senseless infront of her lol
