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Built Hufflepuff Tough Pt. 3 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2018-06-29 19:00:04 +0000 UTC Weekly Poll WinnerThemes: Teaching, Fucked Silly, Multiple Positions
Summary: Part 3 of Built Hufflepuff Tough. As a result of Ginny's failed plot to get her claws into Harry, Percy Weasley lays some "serious" accusations at Harry's feet, claiming he's a sex maniac trying to conquer the world through a harem of submissive witches. Of course, the wizards being who they are, take these 'charges' very seriously. The Veela Sex Clinic sends one of their best to investigate these claims.
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This was ridiculous. But then, Harry should have expected as much from the wizarding world. The entire society had shown very little in the way of common sense for the entirety of his time within it… he’d just been too young and awestruck at the beginning to realize it until later. Regardless, out of everything, from the Daily Prophet running smear campaigns to the Ministry trying to destroy his reputation to disprove Voldemort’s return, Harry had to say that this took the cake over it all.
Seriously, he’d expected this all to be over by now. Voldemort wasn’t just proven to have returned, he was also defeated very publicly by Harry himself. Surely the wizarding world would leave him alone by now, right? Or at the very least, they’d fucking appreciate him a bit more! But no. No, that wasn’t what had happened at all.
Apparently, he and Ginny Weasley were supposed to be some sort of power couple, because Harry’s rejection of the only Weasley girl had caused ripples beyond his ties with the Weasley family. While they were all supposedly quite upset about him refusing to get down with their youngest member, Harry wouldn’t know because none of them had actually talked to him about the matter.
Instead, they’d gone to Rita Skeeter. And everything had just gone… crazy, in the meantime. It was all Percy’s fault, as far as Harry could tell. He’d tried to get to the root cause of it all, but then that was just Ginny. Percy on the other hand, was fanning the flames and making everything so much worse. What else do you call a front-page story in the Daily Prophet with quotes from Percy that labelled Harry as a sex fiend and trying to conquer the damn world by collecting a harem of submissive witches with which to increase his power!
Yeah. That was what the Daily Prophet was saying about him these days. Harry almost wished they’d go back to calling him a liar and just be fucking done with it, because honestly this was all… it was just too much. All he wanted was to live his life. He’d long since given up any hope of fading into obscurity, but couldn’t they just… worship him as some sort of savior like they had while he was a baby, instead of trying to find whatever darkness they thought resided in him, so they could tear him down?
Unfortunately, the answer to that heart-felt plea seemed to be no. Percy Weasley didn’t have enough power to get Harry thrown into Azkaban or anything as stupid as that, but his voice, combined with the Prophet’s supposed ‘reputation’, was enough for the Ministry to sit up and take notice. And thus, Harry was asked, politely, to submit himself to a full check-up by an accredited mediwitch so that they could disprove these spurious claims.
That’s how they’d worded it, anyways. He was half-sure that they’d find any way they could to get him under their control. Fuck, even after agreeing to the check-up, Harry had had nightmares about Umbridge showing up in a pink nurse’s uniform with wand in hand, ‘hem-hemming’ away as she told him to drop his pants.
Yeah. Not a pretty picture in the best of circumstances, not at all. Still, now he was finally here. Harry sat in a private room deep in St. Mungo’s, Aurors out front who weren’t going to let anyone in to see him by the mediwitch who was doing the check-up. Dressed down to nothing but his boxers, Harry couldn’t deny that he was a LITTLE cold… and his dick certainly wasn’t excited about whatever bullshit the Ministry was probably going to try to pull.
So ready to be disappointed as he was, Harry found himself shocked when the door opened to admit a truly gorgeous woman. Far from being Umbridge or anything close to that toad-like witch, this woman is… just spectacular, in every way. She’s looking down at her chart when she enters, the door closing and magically locking behind her with a glimmer that spreads across it’s surface. She hums for a second, before finally looking up at him and smiling.
“Hello, Mr. Potter. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
For a second, Harry is speechless.
“I… um…”
Belatedly, he realizes what’s happening. Once he knows that, he can get himself under control… though the tenting in his boxers is a little bit harder to get to go away. When he finally does speak a fully coherent sentence, there’s a tone of irritation and suspicion in his voice.
“You’re a veela, aren’t you?”
The silver-blonde woman across from him smiles and nods.
“Half-veela my dear, but yes.”
Now that he’s fought through her allure, which admittedly was definitely stronger than what he remembered of Fleur, Harry can actually take in the details of the beautiful witch standing before him. The nurse’s outfit she’s wearing is… just shy of being scandalous, not too short and not too low in the front, but definitely both more and less than Harry was expecting from whoever was sent to discover him.
She’s both old and not old at the same time. He can sense that she’s a mature woman, probably a mother… but she’s also just gorgeous, both her witch genes and her veela genes no doubt slowing her aging immensely. Swallowing thickly, Harry wonders if this is the Ministry’s plan. He can’t help but frown.
“Are you here to make me lose control or something? Here to give the Ministry cause to lock me up?”
Years of this shit have left Harry without much in the way of tact. But he’s a little relieved when the half-veela responds with horrified shock rather than false outrage or a blunt yes.
“Wha-, No! No, Mr. Potter, I assure you that I am not! Your Ministry of Magic has sought an outside party to handle this check-up, wanting it to be as unbiased as possible. I am from the Veela Sex Clinic, in France. Do you truly not recognize me?”
Harry blinks in confusion, before cocking his head to the side. Now that she says something, she does look a lot like Fleur. But then he’d kind of just assumed that was because they were both veela. Except, thinking back to the World Cup, the Bulgarians’ mascots had been full veela, and even they hadn’t all looked alike. This realization leads Harry down the path to another, and he blinks dumbly as he finally figures out who he’s talking to.
“Your Fleur’s mum.”
Fleur’s mum smiles a little wider as she steps past him and sets down the clipboard she’s carrying before turning back to face him.
“That’s exactly right, Harry. My name is Apolline Delacour. I suppose we never did get a chance to meet. I was not allowed to come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, and the wedding between my Fleur and that Weasley boy never ended up happening. Still, while you may not know me… I know you very well. The boy who risked his life to save my little girl.”
Harry flushes at the reminder and ducks his head.
“Found out afterwards that she was never in any real danger…”
Stepping closer, Apolline lifts Harry’s face back up with two fingers under his chin.
“But you didn’t know that at the time, Harry. And truthfully, I wouldn’t have trusted any of those officials, Dumbledore included, to not muck things up and cause the death of my daughter for their infantile tournament. You made sure that nothing could happen to her. And then you protected my eldest from the cruciatus curse when that imperio’d Krum boy was torturing her in the hedge maze.”
This close, Harry can’t help but hitch his breath a little at their proximity, even as Apolline smiles and lets her hand drop from his chin down to his chest.
“I had to fight tooth and nail for this assignment, Mr. Potter. Many a veela at the clinic wanted a piece of you, but I had seniority.”
Harry licks his lips, his cock unashamedly tenting his boxers by this point. He can’t bring himself to care about that though, even when Apolline slips her experienced fingers beneath the waistband of said boxers and takes hold of his member, stroking it up and down. Instead, he focuses entirely on her beautiful face as the mature witch smiles knowingly.
“S-So what now?”
“Now? Now you show me just what you can do, Harry. We’ll see if you’re the sex maniac that the wizards are trying to paint you as… or if you’re just a horny young lad who’s never gotten to live his life before now, hm?”
Harry flushes, but when Apolline pulls him off the table by his cock and then disappears his boxers, He allows her to lead him around until SHE’s the one hopping up on the table. The gorgeous half-veela spreads her legs wide, letting her nurse’s skirt hike up to reveal she’s not wearing anything underneath. Stretching her arms out to him, Apolline just continues to smile.
“Come, Harry. Give me all that you have.”
Even if he’s resisting her allure, it’s still tugging at him. And Harry sees no reason to keep fighting it at this point. Stepping in, Harry positions his cock at the MILF-y witch’s waiting cunt lips and pushes in, right then and there. He’s no stranger to sex by now. The Hufflepuffs, Hermione… Harry isn’t sure what kind of relationship he has with any of the four girls that he’s had sex with by this point. It’s not been long enough for any of them to figure things out.
But he’s developed a bit of technique that they all seem to like quite a bit. So he uses it now, thrusting in with modulating strokes as he goes deep and then fast and then hard, changing it up. Apolline wraps her limbs around him as he fucks her, her arms pulling her close to her delicious, sizable tits. Despite her age, despite her two children, the half-veela has no sag to her perfect chest. Harry finds himself partaking in her beautiful, bountiful breasts even as he thrusts into her again and again below.
“That’s it Harry, just like that. Ooh, you do have SOME skill to you, don’t you?”
Growling a bit at the backhanded compliment, Harry tries to speed things up… but no matter what he does, in the end Apolline doesn’t cum. Instead, her squeezing, clenching cunt milks him dry, and Harry finds himself shocked as he fills the beautiful half-veela with his seed before she’s ever orgasmed. When she sees the look on his face as he pulls out of her, Apolline smiles knowingly.
“You’ve had some dalliances with a few of your peers, haven’t you Harry? You’re used to getting more out of them, before they get it all out of you, yes?”
Harry blushes at the way the gorgeous witch describes it, but in the end, he can’t help but nod, ducking his head in the same moment. Hopping off of the examination table, Apolline sways her hips over to Harry, drawing his gaze even as she runs her fingers along his body, invading his personal space once more. But then, after the intimacy they just shared, Harry isn’t sure such a thing exists between them at this point.
“That’s not surprising. I can already tell… you have a natural affinity for sex. If you truly wanted to, you could be exactly what that foolish red-haired boy claims you are. But I can also tell that you have no desire to conquer anything or anyone. You’re not that kind of man, Harry Potter. Still, you will usually find yourself in the dominant position of any sexual encounter that begins on equal footing, simply because of how good that cock of yours feels when it’s inside a woman.”
Harry knows he’s staring, wide-eyed, at Apolline by this point… but it’s kind of hard not to, as she grins back at him.
“Of course, we are not on equal footing. It’s going to take a lot more than that to… put me in my place, Mr. Potter. Mm, do you think you’re up to the task? The things I can show you…”
Harry swallows nervously, but the way she’s speaking in that sultry, breathless tone… if she’s trying to be seductive, she needn’t have bothered. He’s been seduced since she walked into the room. Still, with his mouth dry, the young wizard finds he can only say one thing in response to Apolline’s offer.
“… Teach me.”
Her responding grin is like the cat who caught the canary. Before Harry even knows what’s happening, he’s on the floor and the half-veela is impaled on his cock, riding him with hard and fast strokes. That marks the beginning of a sexual lesson that continues for what feels like hours. Harry can’t honestly say how long it truly is. He really can’t. All he knows is that he gets an education from Apolline that he’s not sure he could get anywhere else.
They go from cowgirl, to doggystyle, to on her side, to reverse cowgirl to… it’s just position after position. All the while, no matter how humiliating or degrading the position is, Apolline remains in control. Not of him, perhaps, but certainly of herself. Eventually, he does manage to get an orgasm from her, but it’s not nearly the concession he’s expecting. She climaxes hard around his prick, in turn drawing another release from him deep into her womb… and then she’s hopping down and sucking him off as she walks him through fellatio as well.
Harry leans more from Apolline Delacour about sex then he learned from some of his actual Professors about their chosen subjects back at Hogwarts. The MILF of a witch is a good teacher, patient and kind and understanding as she allows Harry to explore her body and learn what makes her tick. Harry, meanwhile, is a fast learner… and he’s satisfied to at least leave Apolline a bit flushed by the time they finally have to get dressed and leave the warded examination room.
The next day, it’s not Percy Weasley’s lines in the Daily Prophet, but Apolline’s. They don’t call her by name, merely labelling her as a “medical professional” but Harry knows that the Ministry has stepped in and forced the Prophet’s hand, if only because the article takes up the entirety of the front page and is actually flattering for once.
Oh, not that Apolline goes into detail about their time together or anything like that. No, the entire article debunks the claim of Harry being a sex fiend out to conquer the world. Though, he probably could have done without the line talking about how he’s a young man with stunted emotional growth through no fault of his own. Still, if it got everyone to leave him alone, Harry could handle it.
And at the same time, he had next week to look forward to. Apolline had invited him over to the Delacour Manor for a bit of a vacation from it all. And while Harry was happy to get out of the country for a bit… he was even more excited about seeing Fleur and Gabrielle again, given how Apolline had spoken of both of them at the end of their time together.
Comments
Sapph89
I couldn't find it on here either. I went kinds crazy thinking that I had scrolled past it in the feed, and went to the almighty Google to find the missing chapter.
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Jas
Wheres part 2
CC100
Fun ending - like the teaching aspect - Harry should share his lessons at Hogwarts
