The Wager: Chapter 1

Happy New Year everyone! I read The Bet by GhostWithoutAShell on AO3 and got this story stuck in my head. It'll only be 3 chapters, and the next two will be out soon. Just a wrning, Harry's a bit OOC in this one. Here's to a great 2025!

The Wager

Chapter 1

Harry sighed irritably as he shouldered his way past the two Hufflepuffs blocking his path and stepped into the courtyard. Quickly, he walked over to the bench Cedric was laying on and stopped.

“What do you think of the badges, Potter?” one of the other boys asked.

He tapped the silver badge pinned to his robes, and the writing on the front changed from ‘Support Cedric Diggory’ to ‘Potter Stinks’ in a swirl of color. Harry pointedly ignored him and waited for Cedric to sit up.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.

Cedric nodded and stood. As they moved to an isolated corner of the courtyard, one of the girls called out loudly.

“Potter Stinks!”

Cedric shot Harry an apologetic look and turned around to motion his friends to stay quiet.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked once they were far enough away.

“Dragons,” Harry said heavily. “That’s the first task.”

The color drained from Cedric’s face.

“You sure?” he asked, swallowing nervously.

“Positive,” Harry nodded.

“Right,” Cedric said, running a hand through his hair.

The silence between them quickly grew uncomfortable, and Harry hitched his bag higher on his shoulder.

“I should go,” he said.

He made to step around Cedric to leave, but he reached out and grasped his bicep lightly.

“Thanks, Potter,” he said gratefully. “And I’m sorry about the badges. I’ve asked them not to wear them.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.

Flashing him a small, forced smile, he walked past Cedric’s friends, ignoring their jeers. Before he could make it into the castle, he passed a group of Beauxbatons girls, including Fleur Delacour, speaking French.

“Do you think he was asking Diggory for help?” one of the girls asked.

Fleur scoffed, “It doesn’t matter. I bet he won’t last five minutes in the tournament.”

Despite how well he’d done all day ignoring his classmates’ jeers and snide remarks, something in Harry snapped. Maybe it was the continual build-up of abuse. Maybe it was how her words echoed Malfoy’s. Or maybe it was the unintentional slight against his intelligence to assume he didn’t know French.

But no matter what it was, his temper had reached the boiling point.

“I’ll take that bet.”

His pronunciation wasn’t the best, but it was good enough. As a whole, the girls’ faces went slack with surprise, and their eyes widened. Fleur was the first to recover, thrusting her chin into the air imperiously.

“All right. Whoever does worse in the first task will serve the winner the night afterward,” she said, pausing to smirk as she eyed him up and down. “I think you will look good as my butler.”

Harry gritted his teeth furiously as her friends tittered.

“Fine!” he bit out. “You’re on!”

Hitching his bag up on his shoulder, he stormed off.

He quickly forgot about his little spat with Fleur in the courtyard. It seemed inconsequential when compared to the daunting task of facing a dragon.

For the next week, he and Hermione used every spare minute they had to practice the Summoning Charm. The task itself went far better than he had thought it would, especially considering the chain holding the dragon in place snapped. He got the egg in the quickest time and did so without injury. Well, to him, at least. The covered bridge did take a bit of a hit.

When everything was said and done, he came in a close second, just behind Krum and just ahead of Cedric. Frankly, Harry didn’t care much about how he was placed. He was just glad to be alive.

As he turned to go and celebrate his unlikely survival with his friends, Fleur grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

“I have not forgotten our bet,” she said stiffly. “I will meet you in the Entrance Hall tomorrow after dinner.”

Before Harry could respond, she turned and left, following her Headmistress back to their carriage.

The party that night in the Gryffindor common room was one for the record books. It was well into the morning hours when he finally crawled drunkenly into bed, but it would be a while longer before he actually fell asleep. The thought of having Fleur Delacour at his mercy for an entire evening bounced restlessly in his mind. Numerous fantasies came and went until he finally settled on an idea he felt he could actually go through with.

Despite waking up late, Harry felt like the day was one of the slowest to ever exist. Minutes crawled by like hours. Thankfully, it was the weekend. He couldn’t have focused in class if his life depended on it. All day, his mind vacillated between erotic fantasies that left him with a raging hard-on and terrible nerves that had him considering calling the whole idea off.

It was only the simmering anger still roiling in his veins that kept him from backing out. Every time he thought about walking away, he remembered Fleur calling him a ‘leetle boy,’ the sneering glances in the halls, and the constant stream of insults she and her friends thought he couldn’t understand. After months of smears and lies made by people who barely knew him, he would finally get a modicum of revenge.

Harry’s hands were shaking lightly as the end of dinner neared. He toyed with his pudding while listening to Hermione with half an ear until Fleur stood, met his eyes, and left the Great Hall.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Harry said, interrupting Hermione mid-sentence. “I’ve got something to take care of.”

Hermione and Ron shared a curious glance but, thankfully, didn’t press him as he stood up and walked to the Entrance Hall. Fleur was waiting for him, her shoulders stiff and jaw clenched as if she was expecting a fight.

“Follow me,” Harry said.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and headed up the stairs. He didn’t dare look over his shoulder, but he could hear Fleur’s heels clicking on the stone floor behind him. They walked in silence as he led her up to the West wing of the sixth floor. Pausing in front of a mirror hanging on the wall, Harry ran the tip of his wand across the galls. The surface rippled like water before there was an audible click, and it swung forward, revealing a spiral staircase. Climbing to the top, it contains a small, round room with eight windows spaced evenly along the top of the wall. The floor was covered in a thick, brown shag rug, and the only furniture inside was a king-size bed that took up most of the room. The only other thing of note was a large, curved fireplace against the left-hand wall. It crackled merrily, thanks to the fire Harry had lit a couple of hours earlier.

“What ees zis place?” Fleur asked, gazing around curiously.

“Just a room I found. I like to come here to get away from everyone for a while,” Harry replied as he steeled his nerves. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not going to try and stop you if you want to back out of our bet.”

Fleur turned to look at him sharply, and her jaw tightened. He could practically see the pride radiating off of her as she squared her shoulders.

“Non,” she said firmly. “I weel ‘onor eet.”

“Good,” Harry said, wiping his sweating palms on his trouser legs. “Then lose the robes. You won’t need them.”

Her cheeks blossomed in outrage, and her hands clenched into fists. He expected her to scream at him, to yell and storm from the room. With sharp, jerky movements, she unbuttoned the top of her robes. Glaring at him, she pushed the collar to the side to pull her arms free, revealing the thin, black strap of her bra. Once her arms were free, she tugged the robes down to her waist. She had to shimmy to get it down over her wide hips and then let it go. Harry tented the front of his trousers as he stared unabashedly at her generous, womanly curves.

To his surprise, she barely paused before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. He unconsciously licked his lips as it tumbled down her arms. Her large, perky breasts barely dropped once they were free of their support. They hung like perfect tear drops from her chest, capped with wide, pink areolas and hard, red nipples. He could even see faint marks where the bra had dug into the soft, pale skin.

Slipping her hands inside her knickers, Fleur pushed them to her feet and stepped out of them. She kicked them to the side and straightened up, standing in front of him entirely naked and completely unashamed.

Anything Harry had imagined saying in this moment were gone from his mind. The part of his brain responsible for words had stopped working. Fortunately, the part that controlled his body was still working just fine.

In two large steps, he swept Fleur up in his arms, his hands grasping handfuls of her thick, lush bum. She gasped, eyes wide as he carried her over to the bed and unceremoniously dumped her on it. The surprise of his sudden actions left her legs wide open, and Harry took advantage of the moment to grab her thighs and bury his face in her heated mound. Fleur gasped loudly, her fingers curling in his hair as he planted a series of light kisses all around her taut, shaved folds.

He thanked Merlin that Katie had taken the time to give him a few lessons on pleasing women when they’d hooked up the year before. But this wasn’t about pleasing Fleur. At least not directly. This was about proving her wrong. He was going to make her writhe and scream if for no other reason than to show her he could. After that, she could say anything she wanted about him. They would both know it wasn’t true.

Fleur hissed and arched her back as he ran his tongue between her taut lips. Her hands tugged at his hair, gently trying to lead him to her clit, but he avoided it and dipped back down to shove his tongue as deep as he could. He tasted her arousal and froze when he felt a pleasant tingling everywhere it touched. His erection surged at the thought of what it would feel like there, and he attacked her folds with renewed vigor. Trailing his tongue back up, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked lightly.

“Mon Dieu!” Fleur gasped.

Her thighs escaped his grasp and clamped tightly around Harry’s head. After trying and failing to fix his glasses twice, he gave up and tossed them aside. Fleur tugged at his hair impatiently, leading his lips back to her sweltering, leaking folds. As his tongue lashed her clit, she whined, arching her back and grasping her left breast. Harry reached up and helpfully, in his opinion, squeezed the right one.

“Oui,” she hissed, bucking her hips as her Allure flooded his senses.

He could feel her nearing the edge and would have smirked if his mouth wasn’t already occupied. Watching her writhe on the bed, he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit, pictured a snake in his mind, and hissed. His tongue vibrated with inhuman speed, lashing her sensitive nub so fast it was a blur. Fleur’s eyes went comically wide, her muscles tightened, and her entire body convulsed as if she’d been electrocuted. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream for several seconds before she sucked in a harsh breath and cried out.

Harry kept hissing as her legs tried their best to crush his head. She bucked wildly, and he craned his neck to follow the movement of her hips. Her hands pulled his hair painfully before she suddenly let go and pushed him away while gasping for breath. Harry backed off and smirked smugly as Fleur rolled onto her side, trembling and gasping with a hand cupping her mound protectively.

“What the fuck was that?” she panted.

The question wasn’t really directed at him, so Harry didn’t bother to answer. While Fleur caught her breath, he stripped out of his clothes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down on his back. Feeling the bed shift, she cracked her eyes open and, with a groan, rolled over the rest of the way and crawled between his legs until her face was inches from his throbbing erection. With her right hand, she stroked his length and licked her lips while her mouth hovered over the tip.

“Not such a ‘leetle boy,’ now, am I?” Harry asked.

Fleur gazed up at him and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“I ‘ave seen bigger.”

Harry glared, tangled his hands in her blonde hair, and pushed. She gagged loudly as her lips kissed the base of his cock. Her hand slapped his thigh hard twice before he let her up. When he did, Fleur wrenched her head up and couched, a long string of thick saliva connecting her pouty bottom lip to the head.

“Batard,” she growled even as she continued to stroke his length.

“I might not be the biggest, but I guess I’m big enough,” Harry said.

With a glare, Fleur puckered her lips and spat on his shaft. Rubbing it in with her hand, she opened her mouth and bobbed up and down on the tip. Harry groaned and gently but firmly urged her to take him deeper with his hands. Staring up at him with bright blue eyes, she descended lower and lower until he was completely sheathed in her throat. This time, she managed it without any difficulty. Groaning, Harry gripped her hair and bucked his hips a couple of times before reluctantly letting go.

Fleur eased back up to the tip, slathering the head with her tongue before swallowing half of his length. Before Harry could urge her deeper again, she sucked harshly and slowly dragged her lips back to the tip. He gasped, the sudden rush of blood making the head exponentially more sensitive by the time her tongue reached it.

“Fuck,” Harry gasped, lifting his hips so he didn’t leave her mouth.

Gazing up at him, Fleur managed to convey a superior smirk even while her lips were stretched around his swollen head and pulled back until his tip escaped her lips with an audible pop. Harry’s hips had barely touched the mattress before she was on him again, taking him effortlessly into her throat. His eyes nearly crossed as she deepthroated him for an impressive amount of time before slowly pulling back and working on the head while she caught her breath.

Fleur repeated the process several times, leaving a thick layer of saliva around his base until Harry felt his climax approaching.

“Cumming,” he warned.

Wrapping her thick lips around the tip of his cock, she bobbed her head vigorously while stroking his shaft. Harry tensed as he reached his climax, bucking his hips as he erupted in her mouth. Fleur swallowed everything he gave her. She continued pleasuring him through his orgasm, and even for a little while afterward. Pulling off of him, she let go of his shaft, and his erection bobbed in front of her eagerly.

“You’re steel ‘ard?” she asked, sounding ever so slightly offended.

“I guess so,” Harry said, panting lightly. “Need a break?”

Fleur narrowed her eyes and crawled up to straddle his waist. Harry didn’t let her get settled. He grabbed her hips and rolled them both over. She gasped as his erection ground against her folds. Taking himself in hand, he guided his cock to her tight, pink entrance and nudged it teasingly.

“Bloody hell,” he hissed, feeling that light tingling all along his sensitive head.

“Too much, leetle boy?” Fleur asked with a challenging glint in her eyes.

Glaring, Harry poised himself at her entrance and speared into her depths with a single, savage thrust. She inhaled sharply, gipped the sheets, and arched her back as he hammered into her furiously, each thrust communicating his vengeful intent. Leaning over her, he grasped one of her bouncing breasts roughly, his fingertips leaving pale imprints in her unblemished skin. In return, her nails raked painfully along his back, leaving behind burning trails everywhere they touched.

The pain only drove him to fuck her harder, and in a shockingly short amount of time, she came undone. Crying out, she arched under him, the tendons in her neck protruding against the skin. Harry never let up, continuing to ravage her as she writhed and trembled under him.

“English brute!” she gasped, slapping his chest even as her legs locked him in place. “Barbarian!”

Harry grinned. If she wanted a barbarian, he’d show her one. Hooking her legs, he hoisted them over his shoulders. Her body was nearly folded in half as he drove her to a second, screaming climax. The sights, sounds, and feelings he was experiencing were too much for Harry, and he slammed forward, erupting in her spasming depths. Breathlessly, he released Fleur’s legs and rested his weight on top of her as he bucked his hips to ensure every drop he had was as deep as possible.

They lay like that for a long moment, panting for breath. Eventually, Harry got his breath back and slipped out of her. Sliding down her body, he cupped both of her breasts. Marveling at their perfection, he sandwiched his face between them. Kissing and sucking at her pale skin, he left a trail of deep red love bites all along the inside of her breasts. Once he was satisfied with the marks he’d left, he sat up, grabbed her hips, and rolled her onto her stomach.

“What are you doing?” Fleur asked tiredly.

“We’re not done yet.”

Looking over her shoulder, her eyes widened when she saw him stroking his rigid length.

“’Ow are you steel hard?” she gasped incredulously.

Harry smirked, “I took a Stamina Potion.”

“You cheating bastard!” she exclaimed as he straddled her legs and lined himself up with her entrance. “You ruthless English pig!”

Harry grinned at the moan that left her lips as he sank into her depths.