The Wager: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The days and weeks following the Yule Ball saw a great change in Harry’s daily life. Where before Fleur had avoided or glared at him from a distance, now, she sought him out at every opportunity. Any time he wasn’t in class, doing homework, or training for the Tournament, she would inevitably appear as if by magic and drag him into the first empty room they could find. It was almost frightening how she seemed to know his schedule better than he did.

On top of that, they had planned rendezvous on the weekends in their secret tower, where they would shag until the early morning and then stumble back to their respective beds for a few hours of sleep.

Fleur was insatiable, and Harry loved it. He didn’t have time to worry about much of anything in the lead-up to the Second Task. Even Hermione had remarked how much calmer he acted. Shockingly, despite the many times they’d forgotten to lock doors and silence rooms and the sheer number of times Fleur just so happened to run into him in the halls, the rest of the castle was none the wiser. There were no whispers, rumors, or even a suspicious glance directed their way.

All of which probably contributed to their riskiest encounter yet.

Harry was on his way to the Great Hall for lunch after Charms when Fleur suddenly appeared, as she usually did, and nodded her head for him to follow her. Quickly making excuses to his friends, he trailed after her. She checked doors all along their path. The first two were locked, and the third led to a cramped broom cupboard that caused her to winkle her nose and close the door with a huff. The fourth opened with ease, and she must have deemed it acceptable because the moment Harry reached her, she grabbed a handful of his tie and yanked him inside.

Slamming the door shut, Fleur pinned him against it and kissed him passionately. Her Allure flooded his senses while he pulled her tightly against him, relishing the feel of her soft curves. She moaned when he squeezed her bum roughly and, after a moment, pulled back breathlessly, her bright blue eyes burning passionately.

“We don’t ‘ave long,” she said, panting lightly. ‘I ‘ave to meet Madame Maxime in an hour.”

“Right,” he nodded.

Smirking, Fleur stepped back, spun around, and bent over the desk. As she hiked up the back of her robes, Harry belatedly realized they were in Filch’s cramped office. Any thought of how much trouble they would be in if they were caught was driven from his mind when she pulled her robes up to her waist and pushed her frilly blue knickers down around her ankles. The lean muscles in her long legs pulled taut all the way up to her heart-shaped bum as she swayed her hips temptingly. Swinging her long, blonde hair over her shoulder, she glanced back at him seductively.

“’Urry,” she purred. “I need zis.”

Harry rushed over and dropped his trousers. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed his head against her hot, leaking folds, coating it in her arousal, and then speared into her depths.

“Oui!” Fleur gasped.

“Not so loud,” Harry groaned softly.

Placing one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulder, he sawed in and out of her sweltering depths. She braced her hands on the desk and lunged backward, sending her bum crashing into his hips with a meaty smack. Harry grimaced at the sound, but there wasn’t much he could do. His wand was in his trousers around his ankles, and he had no idea where Fleur kept hers. He increased his pace, hoping to get them both off as quickly as possible, but it resulted in her releasing a long, wanton moan.

“’Arder!” she barked.

Glaring at the back of her head, Harry caught her swinging hair, gathered it into a ponytail, and pulled. Fleur moaned as he forcibly arched her back and slammed his hips forward.

“Quiet, or we’ll get caught,” he growled.

“I do not care,” she spat. “Fuck me ‘arder. I am so close. I-”

Harry slapped a hand over her mouth and used his grip on her head to hammer into her furiously. Her resulting moan was muffled by his hand as he pounded her against the desk with bruising force. Because her back was so acutely arched, Fleur could no longer reach the end of the table. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto, sending stacks of parchment, quills, and ink wells crashing to the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the frenetic pace as he felt her flutter around him.

She screamed into his hand as she reached a thunderous peak. Her entire body went rigid and trembled while she clawed at the desk.

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Harry panted.

With a rapid flurry of animalistic thrusts, he spilled inside of her. His hands wrenched her head back, and he drove his hips forward, ensuring every last drop went as deep as possible. With a satisfied groan, he relaxed. Fleur inhaled sharply when his hand fell from her mouth and collapsed on the desk.

“You savage,” she panted.

“We need to go,” Harry said, pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt.

“So anxious to leave me?” she pouted.

“Fleur, this is Filch’s office,” he said. “If we get caught in here, he’ll have us scrubbing toilets by hand for a month.”

Her nose wrinkled cutely. Straightening up, she pulled her knickers up to her hips and smoothed out her robes. With a flick of her head, her mused hair fell perfectly around her shoulders. Harry quickly cracked open the door and checked the hall before slipping outside. Thankfully, the hall was empty. Everyone would be in the Great Hall for lunch. Side by side, Harry and Fleur leisurely made their way toward the stairs.

“Do you want to meet up after dinner?” Harry asked.

“I can’t,” Fleur sighed. “Madame Maxime weel likely ‘ave me training for ze Tournament all night.”

“Oh.”

That single word conveyed a lot more thoughts than Harry meant it to, and Fleur seemed to pick up on that as she turned to look at him.

“Oh?” she asked with a smirk. “Ees your training not going well?”

“It’s going fine,” Harry lied.

Despite Hermione’s help, over the last couple of weeks, they’d come no closer to finding a spell that would allow him to breathe underwater for an hour.

“Zen you wouldn’t mind anozzer bet?” Fleur asked, her smirk widening into a grin.

“What kind of bet?” he asked.

“Eef I win, you ‘ave to teach me zat trick you do wiz your tongue,” she said.

“It’s not a trick,” he smirked. “I’m a Parselmouth. It’s not something I can teach.”

“Quelle deception,” Fleur sighed. “Zen eef I win, you weel be mine for ze weekend.”

“You’re going to make me dress up as your butler, aren’t you?”

“But, eef you win,” she continued with a smirk, “zen I weel be yours. Per’aps you can make me wear a maid outfeet?

“Or a gag.”

Fleur huffed and put on an affronted air, but the excited sparkle in her eyes gave away her true feelings. She could fake outrage and indignation as much as she liked, but Harry knew she enjoyed the fact that he didn’t treat her like everyone else. She wouldn’t keep sleeping with him if she didn’t.

“Alright, you’ve got a bet,” he said.

“Bon,” she replied with a poorly suppressed smile.

Unless a miracle happened, Harry was certain he was going to lose the bet, but that didn’t bother him. It would be fun to deflate her ego afterward.

As they reached the Great Hall, they wordlessly went their separate ways, and, as usual, no one noticed how often they entered together. Sitting next to Hermione, he quickly made plans with her to continue scouring the library in the vain hope that they would find a way for him to compete in the Second Task. Just as Harry was finishing his lunch, Filch stormed into the Great Hall.

“Someone has befouled my office!” he yelled. “Headmaster, I demand punishment!”

Dumbledore stood and motioned him up to the Head Table while Harry bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“Befouled?” Ron chortled. “I wonder what Fred and George did this time.”

The rest of the week leading up to the Second Task was highly stressful for Harry. Despite their best efforts, he and Hermione were unable to find a spell that would allow him to breathe underwater. However, his ludicrously bipolar luck struck again when Dobby woke him just minutes before the start of the task and gave him a handful of Gillyweed, a magical plant that would give him gills for an hour.

Harry raced down to the Black Lake. He arrived a few minutes late, but fortunately, they hadn’t started the task yet. However, it seemed that was all the grace that would be afforded him. Percy pushed him in line with the other Champions while Bagman began announcing. Glancing at Fleur, he noticed her face was pale and her eyes worried, but before he could ask her what was wrong, Moody grabbed his wrist roughly.

“Get that in your mouth,” he growled.

Quickly, Harry stuffed the Gillyweed in his mouth. It was slimy and tasted slightly fishy asparagus. He chewed a couple of times and tried to swallow it as quickly as possible. The effect was immediate. There was a stinging pain in his neck, and suddenly, he had trouble catching his breath. No matter how much he inhaled, air just wouldn’t fill his lungs. Panic consumed him so much that he didn’t even register the sound of the cannon signaling the start of the task.

“Go,” Moody barked.

Placing his hand on his back, he shoved hard, and Harry tumbled headfirst into the water. His first instinct was to swim back to the surface, but the sensation of air filling his lungs caused him to pause. He could feel the sides of his neck moving with every breath he took, and when he raised his hand to feel what was going on, he noticed the webbing between his fingers that reached up to the first knuckle. Looking down further, his toes were elongated by several inches and webbed so completely that they looked like swim fins.

Harry grinned as he marveled at the changes to his body. Moving his arms and legs experimentally, he glided through the water effortlessly. Even the cold didn’t affect him. It felt like he was meant to be in the water. Drawing his wand from the holster strapped to his ankle, he focused his mind back on the task. Ahead of him, not far away, he could see Cedric and Fleur swimming away slowly. He covered half the distance between them with a single, powerful kick of his legs.

After taking a moment to admire the way her bum looked in her silver, one-piece bathing suit, he kicked again and pulled even with her. Fleur did a comical double-take as he glanced over at him. Harry flashed her a cheeky smile, waved, and then shot off into the depths of the lake. The light from the sun quickly died out as he dived, and he was forced to light his wand. Even then, it did him little good. There was nothing to look at except a vast expanse of dark, featureless water.

The lake was leagues deeper than he ever expected. When he finally reached the bottom, he checked his watch to see how long it had taken, only to find it had stopped working. Not sure where to go, he picked a random direction and began swimming. He hadn’t made it very far when the ghostly figure of Moaning Myrtle appeared out of the darkness.

“They’re back that way,” she said, pointing behind him.

Flashing her a smile and a thumbs up, Harry spun around and headed back the way he’d come.

“Good luck!” Myrtle yelled after him.

After skimming the bottom of the lake for what he guessed was several minutes, he finally spotted some lights in the distance. As he swam closer, they resolved into glowing blue orbs that sat outside rounded mud huts and lined trails cleared of vegetation. Slowly, Merpeople stared out of windows and appeared in doorways as he passed. When a particularly brave Mergirl swam out and waved, Harry waved back and smiled before continuing on his way.

At the center of the village sat a towering statue of a Merman holding a three-pronged trident skyward. Around the statue, Mermen with tridents of their own swam around like a guard. When he saw what they were guarding, Harry’s heart stopped. Hermione, Parvati, Cho, and a little blonde girl he suspected was Fleur’s sister were tied to the statue, floating like macabre balloons in the water. They sat unnaturally still with their eyes closed, and for a horrifying moment, he feared they were dead.

Swimming up to Hermione, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw a stream of bubbles leave her mouth.

“She’s not yours,” one of the Mermen hissed threateningly.

Harry tried to reply, but only a stream of bubbles left his mouth, and he gestured helplessly with his arms.

“You can take only one,” the Merman hissed, jerking his trident at Parvati.

Seeing the other Mermen close in around him with tridents bared, he backed away from Hermione and held up his hands placatingly. When they relaxed, he started looking around for a way to cut Parvati loose. Finding a rock that looked sharp enough, he swam down, picked it up, and started hacking at the seaweed rope tied to her feet.

The rope was surprisingly tough, and he’d made it about halfway through when the Mermen shrieked and scattered. Harry looked around wildly and panicked when he saw a shark swimming straight toward him. Drawing his wand, he leveled it at the shark just as it suddenly darted to the side. The shark’s head and body were connected to a pair of pale human legs wearing a pair of black swimming trunks.

Krum, he realized after a moment.

Lowering his wand, he watched as Krum darted down, snatched the rope tying Hermione to the statue between his teeth, and began swimming furiously upward. Harry let out a breath, stowed his wand, and went back to hacking away at Parvati’s rope. Once she was free, he hooked his arm through hers and paused. The song from the egg played in his mind, and he knew he couldn’t leave Cho and Gabrielle at the bottom of the lake. To hell with the tournament.

The Mermen watched him cautiously as he settled in to wait. It was several minutes before Cedric finally appeared out of the gloom. He swam straight for Cho and cut her rope with a flick of his wand. Wrapping his arm around hers, he looked at Harry and tapped his watch. Flashing a thumbs up to show he understood, he watched as Cedric slowly ascended.

Several more minutes passed, but he didn’t see any sign of Fleur. He knew he was running out of time, and even if Fleur made it, she’d never get back to the surface in time. As discretely as he could, he drifted closer to Gabrielle. He made it within arms reach when one of the Mermen noticed and aimed his trident at him threateningly. Quickly, Harry raised his wand above his head and closed his eyes.

“Lumos Maxima!” he yelled.

Only a garbled mess reached his ears, but even through his closed eyes, he could tell the spell worked. The blinded Mermen shrieked. Opening his eyes, Harry dove down, cut Gabrielle’s rope with a Cutting Charm, and grabbed her arm. His legs pumped as he swam upward as fast as he could. Chancing a glance down, he spotted the Mermen. They’d recovered from his spell and followed him, but they didn’t seem to be chasing him.

Relieved, Harry focused on getting to the surface. He had just spotted sunlight glimmering through the murky water when his movement began to slow, and breathing became difficult. When his neck started to sting, he took one last breath before the Gillyweed ran out and kicked as hard as he could. By then, the Mermen had caught up to him easily and circled around, waiting and watching.

Harry’s lungs burned, and he felt like he might pass out. Panic fueled him, and with one last kick, his head broke the surface. Sucking in a deep, desperate breath, he felt hands supporting him and allowed his tired legs to rest.

“It’s bloody freezing!” Parvati yelled. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, Harry caught his breath.

“Where’s Fleur?” Gabrielle asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry replied.

Looking around to orientate himself, he spotted the dock about a hundred yards away. Fleur was knelt on the edge, wrapped in a thick blue robe. It looked like she was yelling something, but the roar of the crowd drowned out her words.

“There she is,” he said, pointing.

Gabrielle followed his finger, smiled, and waved.

“I didn’t know you spoke French,” Parvati said through a shiver.

“You never asked,” Harry shrugged and smiled. “Come on.”

Giving the girls a gentle push, they began swimming toward the dock. The Mermen followed them the whole way. They offered no assistance, but they smiled happily.

“Gabrielle!” Fleur shouted when they finally reached the dock.

Harry helped lift Gabrielle out of the water while Professor McGonagall helped Parvati. Once they were both safe, he levered himself onto the dock and collapsed on his back. Hermione rushed over with an armful of towels while Madam Pomfrey checked on Gabrielle.

“What took you so long?” she asked. “Viktor said you reached us before he did.”

“I wanted to make sure everyone was rescued,” Harry said, wrapping a towel around his shoulders.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione sighed. “You didn’t really think we were in danger, did you?”

“You heard the song.”

“That was just to make you try harder,” she huffed. “Do you think Professor Dumbledore would put us at risk like that?”

“Fluffy,” Harry replied with a glare.

“Oh, well…,” Hermione waved her hand in a circle. “Are you alright? Do you need a Pepper-up Potion?”

“No, I’m-”

“Going to drink it without complaint,” Madam Pomfrey said, thrusting a silver goblet into his chest with a pointed look.

Sighing, Harry downed the potion with a grimace. Immediately, warmth suffused his body, and his trembling stopped.

“Thanks,” he said, handing the goblet back to her.

Hermione helped him to his feet before getting distracted by Krum. Hitching the towel tightly around him to ward off the cold, he gazed around and shared a smile with Parvati as she talked to Lavender. Cedric held Cho as she shivered and smiled with his dad while Fleur spoke to her sister and a woman he thought might be her mother. Fleur glanced at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place but quickly got distracted by her sister.  Harry smiled, relieved the whole thing was over.

A few moments later, Bagman took to the mic and gave out their scores. He felt bad for Fleur when he learned she’d been eliminated by Grindylows. In his opinion, she’d been scored unfairly during the First Task and now come in dead last in the second. It was quite a shock when Harry learned he’d been awarded second place for staying with the hostages. He didn’t think it was very fair to Cedric, but he didn’t seem upset by it.

As Bagman announced the third and final task would take place in three months’ time, Harry was ready to head back to the castle for a hot shower when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and came face to face with Fleur.

“You stayed be’ind to save Gabrielle?” she asked, her eyes crystal clear blue eyes boring into his intently.

“Er, well, I just wanted to make sure everyone made it out alright,” Harry admitted sheepishly.

Fleur was silent for a long moment as she nibbled her bottom lip.

“You deedn’t enter your name, deed you?” she asked softly.

“No, I didn’t,” Harry said, and this time, he could see she believed him.

Suddenly, she grabbed his towel, pulled his flush with her, and mashed their lips together. There was a loud gasp from the crowd, followed by wild cheering as they snogged passionately. When they broke apart breathlessly, some of the color had returned to Fleur’s cheeks.

“Mother,” she said, staring at Harry with a smoldering gaze, “can you show Gabrielle around the castle?”

“Of course,” the woman smiled. “I’m sure we can busy ourselves for a couple of hours.”

“Merci,” Fleur smirked.

Hooking her arm through Harry’s, she pulled him through the crowd and off of the dock.

“Where are we going?” he asked when they were too far away to be overheard.

“Ze carriage,” she said. “I owe you an apology for not believing you and a zank you for saving Gabrielle.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Harry told her.

“Oui, I do,” Fleur replied firmly. “And I ‘ave not forgot about our bet.”

They reached the carriage, and she led him inside. It was massive on the inside, well-appointed, and completely empty since all of the students were still at the lake. Harry didn’t get much time to look around, though. Fleur led him by the hand down a long hallway and then pulled him into a room at the very end. It was a massive, opulent bedroom. The bed was covered in soft, white linen, the desk, vanity, and wardrobe were built from mahogany, and the fireplace was made of solid marble. There was another door on the right side of the room, presumably leading to an attached bathroom.

With a flick of her wand, Fleur lit a roaring fire. Heat instantly filled the room, and Harry felt his muscles relax. Stowing her wand in the pocket of her robes, she shrugged it off of her shoulders, spun around, and dropped to her knees. Despite being naked in front of her countless times, he couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious when she pulled down his swimming trunks. It was absolutely freezing outside, and without a doubt, he looked less than impressive. Fleur glanced up at him with a tiny smirk and a twinkle in her eyes before leaning forward and opening wide.

Harry gasped as she swallowed him whole. The heat from her mouth washed away the cold. It took longer than usual, but he rapidly swelled. His shaft gradually lengthened along her tongue while she gently sucked. She gagged slightly when he reached the entrance of her throat but resolutely held herself in place as long as she could hold her breath. When she finally pulled back, he bobbed rigidly in front of her, his length glistening with her saliva.

Holding his gaze, Fleur swallowed him again. Harry groaned and placed his hands on her head. Her hair was still wet and tied in a ponytail, preventing him from running his fingers through her hair. Slowly, she sucked back to the tip, lavishing him with her tongue on the way, and then paused with the head trapped between her lips. He waited for her to descend again, and when she didn’t, he looked down curiously. She simply stared up at him with her hands in her lap and an expectant sparkle in her eyes.

Harry smiled and bucked his hips, driving himself into her mouth. His hands gripped her head firmly as he shuffled forward and hilted his length in her throat. Fleur gagged, and her hands twitched in her lap but remained submissively in her lap as she gazed up at him. Selfishly, savagely, he bucked his hips harder and faster. Loud, wet squelches and the occasional gag filled the room as he speared into her throat over and over again.

Fleur remained entirely passive as she choked on his cock. Her eyes never left his despite the tears gathering in the corners. Harry alternated between rapid, punishing thrusts and holding himself buried in her throat for several seconds before pulling back. Even while she caught her breath, Fleur lashed the swollen head with her tongue.

With the preparations for the tournament, it had been a few days since they’d last met, and it didn’t take Harry long to near his peak. His thrusts became frantic and desperate, giving her less and less time to breathe. His cock twitched, ready to erupt, when suddenly Fleur reached up and pushed at his thighs. Worried she’d run out of air, he stepped back, only for her to take him in hand and jerk him furiously. Panting lightly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

With a groan, Harry exploded. Streaks and splatters decorated Fleur’s beautiful features. By the time he was done, most of her face was painted white.

“Mon Dieu,” she said, clearing her eyes before tentatively opening them. “’Ow do I look?”

“Never better,” Harry grinned.

Smirking, Fleur got to her feet. When a streak threatened to fall from her chin and stain the carpet, she caught it with her finger and sucked it clean.

“Zat was ze apology,” she said. “I ‘ave never let a man cum on my face before. Now we shower, and zen I weel zank you for saving Gabrielle.”

An admittedly smug smile crept onto Harry’s face as he followed her into the bathroom. He paused and admired her figure as she peeled herself out of her bathing suit. Stripping out of his shirt, he stepped into the shower with Fleur and wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her skin softly as she washed her face and leaned back against him. Once she was clean, she pulled her hair free of the ponytail and spun around in his arms. They kissed passionately under the stream of water.

Eventually, they separated and washed properly, though not without plenty of playful groping. Once they’d stepped out of the shower and toweled off, Fleur grazed her nails along his renewed erection before she led him back into the bedroom, pushed him onto the bed, and then made her way over to the wardrobe.

“Stay ‘ere. I weel be back in a minute,” she said promisingly.

She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. Gazing around the room curiously, his eyes landed on a framed picture sitting on the nightstand. It was of Fleur, Gabrielle, and their mother. Fleur was smiling prettily and talking to her mother, who was covering Gabrielle’s eyes with her hand. Following their gaze to his body, he blushed and laid the picture frame down flat on the nightstand just as the door to the bathroom opened.

Fleur stood nude in the doorway, and Harry arched an eyebrow. He’d seen her take something into the bathroom, but apparently, she’d chosen not to wear it. Sauntering over to the bed with a seductive sway in her hips, she crawled onto the mattress. She came to a stop next to him and laid her chest flat on the mattress, arching her back and jutting her bum into the air. Harry smiled, crawled behind her, and paused at the sight of the bright red jewel hidden between her cheeks.

“Is that…?”

“Oui.”

Licking his lips, he ran his thumb over the jewel, and Fleur gasped softly. With a quick adjustment, Harry placed himself at the entrance of her folds and sank into her sweltering depths. She moaned under him and fisted the sheets as he rocked back and forth slowly. Grabbing her cheeks, he spread them open and pressed his thumb against the jewel. He pressed down firmly and moved it in a small circle. Fleur let out a shuddering breath as he felt the plug shift slightly against his length.

While he continued to slowly rock his hips, he grabbed the base of the plug and pulled. The glimmering red jewel was attached to a solid metal plug that widened her entrance rapidly as he pulled it slowly out. Fleur gasped, and her body shuddered. When it was halfway out, he reversed direction, easing it back into her depths. She moaned long and low, rocking her hips lightly.

Harry thrust harder while he continued easing the plug gently in and out of her back passage. He watched in fascination as she widened as he inserted it and then tightened around the narrow base when it was fully embedded in her bum.

Pulling the plug out until only the tip remained pressed against her entrance, he drove it back in faster than before.

“’Arry,” Fleur gasped.

She moaned when he did it again, her hands clutching the sheets so tightly he thought they might rip. A shudder ran through her body when he repeated the movement for a third time, plunging it in even faster. Her folds fluttered around his length, and she rocked back against him. He could tell just from her stammering breaths that she was teetering on the edge.

Pulling the plug back to the tip, he suddenly sped up his thrusts, hammering into her furiously. Fleur cried out and arched her back. Harry waited until just before she reached her peak before suddenly ramming the plug back into her bum. Her breath caught in her throat, and she climaxed harder than he’d ever seen before. He grunted as she tightened incredibly around him and just barely stopped himself from climaxing.

Fleur shook under him; her legs trembled, and her toes curled. The sheets ripped under her hands, and a low, animalistic groan was torn from her throat. Her Allure flared, nearly overwhelming him, but he managed to shake it off and ride out her climax until she finally stilled, panting for breath.

Harry let her rest for a moment as aftershocks coursed through her body. He caressed her back until she finally calmed. Grabbing the plug, he pulled it out gently, drawing a groan from her lips, and set it on the bed. She made no motion to stop him as he pulled out of her folds and lined himself up with her bum, but he still paused.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Oui,” Fleur murmured.

Carefully, he pressed forward until she gave way, and the head slipped inside. The arousal coating his length and whatever lube she’d used made his entrance smooth. He wasn’t quite as wide as the plug, but she still groaned. Pausing for a moment, Harry basked in the incredible heat and tightness surrounding him before he started rocking back and forth, slowly inching himself deeper with each thrust.

“Merlin,” he gasped as he hilted himself in her bum.

Fleur turned her head to look at him, and her eyes glimmered unnaturally. Her Allure flared even more powerfully than before, and Harry couldn’t stop himself from bucking forward, his cock pulsing with the surge of arousal.

“Fuck me,” she ordered.

Harry didn’t even give it a thought as he pulled halfway out and then slammed back in. A pleasure-filled cry escaped from her lips, and she arched her back impressively. Grabbing a fistful of her long blonde mane, he used it as a handle to drive himself into her furiously. His hips crashed against her upturned bum, making her cheeks ripple from the impact and filling the room with the steady rhythm of skin slapping against skin.

“Yes!” Fleur cried. “Harder!”

Panting from exertion, Harry pounded her curvaceous body into the mattress. He was fucking her so hard that the breath left her lungs in soft little grunts. Yanking her head back roughly, he gave her a brief but fiery kiss. Fleur moaned as they separated and wormed a hand under her body. Harry could feel her slip two fingers between her folds and rub herself furiously.

In moments, she groaned and trembled her way through a climax. Even as she gasped and shook, Harry continued thrusting relentlessly. She tightened and flexed around him, but he forced himself to hold back as long as possible. Fleur’s bum was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt, and he never wanted it to end.

When she came again just moments later, her tired legs finally gave out, and she collapsed flat on the mattress. Harry followed her down, spearing ceaselessly into her clutching depths. One climax rolled into the next, and it seemed like Fleur was trapped in an endless cascade of orgasms. After the third in as many minutes, the sensations became too much for Harry to resist, and with a final series of rapid, desperate thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and erupted.

Fleur gasped and trembled again as he filled her. Exhaustedly, he collapsed on top of her breathlessly. It took minutes for him to gather the strength to roll off of her and onto his back. With what little energy she had left, Fleur draped her body over his and rested her head on his chest. They lay like that for several minutes as they caught their breath.

“Weel you come to ze castle to meet Maman and Gabrielle?” she asked softly.

“I don’t want to interrupt your time with your family,” Harry said.

Fleur lifted her head to look at him and smiled.

“You won’t,” she assured him earnestly and then smirked. “Eet weel be easier to invite you to France for ze summer eef you meet zem now.”

“France?” he asked dumbly.

“Unless you’d razzer go ze summer wizout me,” Fleur pouted.

Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and then smiled widely.

“Well, in that case, I’d love to,” he said.

“Good,” she said, kissing him softly. “I look forward to ‘aving a butler for ze summer when I win ze tournament.”

Harry chuckled and grinned.

“Wanna bet?”