Falling For Fleur: Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Despite her reassurance the night before, Harry was still a little nervous when he met Fleur at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. That anxiety grew until the moment she spotted him. Her face lit up with such a bright, loving smile that there was no ambiguity about how she felt. Slipping her hand into his as she sat, she pressed herself up against his side and kissed his cheek.

“Everything okay?” he asked softly.

Fleur smiled, her bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Perfect,” she said before kissing him on the lips.

A moment later, their friends joined, including his female teammates. Harry got quite a few jealous looks being surrounded by so many beautiful witches, and for once, he didn’t mind the attention.

“Are you giving Harry dance lessons again tonight?” Angelina asked with a smirk. “It’s been a while since I’ve danced, and I’d like to get in some practice.”

“I’m sure ‘Arry wouldn’t mind,” Fleur replied, caressing his thigh under the table. “Do you ‘ave dates for zhe Ball?”

“Not yet,” Angelina answered. “I’m not sure I really want one either. Right now, Katie, Alicia, and I are planning to make it a bit of a hen night. You don’t mind if we borrow Harry for part of the night, do you?”

“Non. Of course not,” Fleur said.

Angelina grinned before glancing over at Harry and licking her lips. He got the distinct impression he was missing some hidden meaning in their conversation. Before he could think on it too much, Hermione distracted him with a question about the scroll from the First Task. As they discussed what kind of Runes it might be written in, Harry jumped slightly when he felt someone’s foot teasing his crotch. Looking across the table, Auror gave him a wink while Nadine covered her giggle by taking a sip from her goblet. Emboldened by the attention he’d been getting from the girls lately, he leaned forward on his elbows.

“If you get me too excited, I’m making you take care of it before I have to go to class,” Harry said.

Hermione gasped, chastising him quietly while Aurora smirked and traced his growing length with her toe. Picking up her fork, she brought it under the table and smirked. The girls stopped talking when they heard it hit the floor. Fortunately, whether because of jealousy or intimidation, no one else had chosen to sit close to them.

“Whoops,” Aurora said dramatically. “I better get that.”

“No way,” Harry muttered. “She wouldn’t.”

“She would,” Fleur breathed excitedly.

Harry swallowed thickly, his cheeks burning when he felt Aurora’s hands reach for his belt. Fleur clutched his arm tightly between her bulging breasts while staring down at his lap. Even though no one else, including Harry, could see what was happening, they all heard his zipper being pulled down. Whipping out her wand, Hermione cast a handful of complicated spells hurriedly, he cheeks nearly as red as his but her eyes bright with excitement.

Almost as soon as Aurora pulled him out into the open, he felt her hot, wet mouth envelop him. Inhaling sharply, he gripped the edge of the table, biting his tongue to hold back a groan as her tongue swirled around his glans. Descending down his shaft, she sealed her lips tightly around him and sucked hard before pulling back. Aurora’s tongue lashed every inch of him along the way, causing his hips to buck slightly.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter.”

Harry blinked, his thoughts muddled as he looked up at Professor Babbling. A tall, willowy witch with pale skin, a narrow, pretty face, and long, dark hair, Bathsheda Babbling was the Ancient Runes professor.

“G-good morning, Professor,” Harry said, struggling to maintain his composure.

Under the table, Aurora didn’t so much as hesitate to keep blowing him. If anything, she grew even more enthusiastic, knowing they were one slip up away from being caught in front of the entire school.

“Ms. Granger told me about the clue you and Ms. Delacour need to decipher,” Professor Babbling said. “While I can assist either of you directly in the Tournament, I’m still your professor. If either of you have questions, I can still help point you in the right direction.”

“Thanks, professor,” Harry said, desperately trying to hide the strain in his voice. “I appreciate that.”

“I think we know where to look,” Hermione added, providing a bit of a distraction. “We just need to figure out what Runes they used. It appears to be a rather obscure variation of Nordic Runes.”

“I see,” Babbling said, rubbing her chin. “I’ve always found Beaureguard Hamilton to be the foremost expert on obscure dialects.”

“Oh! Of course,” Hermione exclaimed as Harry shuddered. “I can’t believe I didn’t think to look in his books before! Thank you so much, professor. Harry, we should go take a look after lunch.”

“S-sure,” Harry said, his breath hitching when Aurora swallowed him whole, her tight throat convulsing around his girth.

“I’m glad I could help,” Babbling smiled. “If you need anything else, my door is always open.”

Harry smiled and waved as she left. The moment she reached the doors to the Great Hall, he reached under the table and grabbed a handful of Aurora’s blonde locks. She moaned softly when he pulled her down, sheathing himself in her exquisite throat.

“I thought you put up wards,” Katie hissed.

“I did,” Hermione replied, watching Harry closely as he groaned quietly. “But I couldn’t block us completely. I just put up a Compulsion Ward and a Notice-Me-Not.”

“So she could’ve looked in Harry’s lap and seen exactly what was happening?” Angelina asked. “That’s so hot.”

“I think she did,” Alicia said. “I swear I saw her look down and smile for a second.”

Harry bit his lip to stifle a groan as it all became too much, and he erupted in Aurora’s mouth. She sucked hard, like it was a straw, draining him of every last drop. When he slumped forward, tired but euphoric, she tucked him away, fastened his trousers, and came out from under the table with a Cheshire grin. Aurora looked around to make sure they weren’t being watched before opening her mouth wide, showing all of them the thick, pearly white pool bathing her tongue.

Suddenly, Angelina cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for an aggressive, open-mouthed kiss. Harry’s limp member jumped as he watched them swap his cum in a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. Of course, that got the attention of every other boy in the room as well. It wasn’t every day you saw two of the most desirable girls in the school snog like the world was about to end.

When they broke apart breathlessly a few moments later, Aurora smirked and wiped the corner of Angelina’s thick, pouty lips with her thumb. It could be easily mistaken for saliva from a distance, but they knew what it really was. Sucking her thumb clean, they grinned before giggling loudly.

Now that the show was over, everyone turned back to their meals, whispering furiously. Fleur kissed Harry on the cheek, her Allure straining against her control. Giving her a soft smile, he kissed her lovingly, his fingers stroking her cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” Fleur smiled, her burning gaze locked with his. “Zhat was incroyable. I can’t wait to take you to zhe room after class. I’m going to make zhem watch as I ride you for ‘ours.”

Harry’s heart raced, and his length stiffened again as she kissed him lustfully. Separating, she grinned at him and rested her head on his shoulder as they returned to the conversation around them.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Hermione said, her cheeks and neck flushed red, her chest heaving from her heavy breathing.

Before, Harry might have mistaken her look as one of embarrassment. Now, he was experienced enough to look past that and see her hard nipples pebbling the front of her shirt, the excited twinkle in her eyes, and the way she ground her thighs together firmly. All clear signs of her arousal. Nadine’s smirk told him that she noticed it, too.

“What if someone noticed?” Hermione asked.

Aurora shrugged, “I’d get detention, I suppose.”

Hermione sputtered at her nonchalance.

“Detention?” she asked incredulously. “But she’d know that you were…”

“Sucking Harry’s cock?” Aurora asked, arching her brow. “So? I’m sure she’s seen students doing worse. Hmm, I wonder. What do you think she’d have me doing in detention. Do you think she’d punish me? Maybe she’d give me a spanking for being a dirty little slut?”

Hermione stammered, her face going bright red as the other girls laughed at her expense. Chuckling, Nadine wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear. Harry smiled, thinking they made a good couple. He also noticed the way Aurora and Angelina flirted endlessly with each other. Given their personalities, he wasn’t sure if it was just their natural playfulness or if there was something more going on.

When it was time to go to class, Harry walked Fleur and the others to Defense before he and Hermione went to Ancient Runes. For once, his best friend decided to sit towards the back of the class, her cheeks going red when she looked at their professor. For his part, Harry was relieved when she didn’t react to them at all. A part of him had worried that she might have seen something.

“Today, we’re going to be starting our first practical project,” Professor Babbling announced. “Now that you know the basics, it’s time to understand how to use them. For this assignment, you and your partner will use Runes to enchant an object to do a specific task. What that object is and what it does is entirely up to you. I don’t expect anything complicated. Just a simple enchantment will do. Of course, those of you that choose to go above and beyond will be given extra credit.”

As she said that, she looked start at Hermione, causing her to blush and duck her head. Chuckling, Harry gave her hand a squeeze under the table.

“Alright, pair up and come up with an idea for your project,” Babbling said, clapping her hands together. “I expect you to know what you’re going to do by the end of class. You have until next Wednesday to turn it in.”

“Any ideas?” Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged, racking his brain for an idea.

“What about a Self-Inking Quill?” Hermione asked. “It’s simple and useful. Although, it might be a bit too simple… Maybe an enchanted Tea Set...? No, that’s too complicated. We’d never finish in time…”

“What about a scarf or something with a Heating Charm on it?” Harry asked.

Hermione arched her brow questioningly, and he shrugged.

“Fleur doesn’t like the cold,” he said. “I thought it might make her feel more comfortable around the castle, and they don’t sell them in Hogsmeade.

“That’s so sweet,” Hermione smiled. “Hmm, what if we put it on a pair of socks instead? That way, she doesn’t always have to wear a scarf. And we could use Heating and Cooling Charms so she’s comfortable in any weather?”

“And it would give us a better grade,” Harry smiled knowingly. “I like it.”

“You realize that if this works, I’m going to want a pair, too,” Hermione smiled, poking him in the ribs.

“So will Aurora and Nadine,” Harry said. “I’d say that’s Christmas figured out, but they’d kill me if I made them wait that long.”

Hermione chuckled while pulling out a piece of parchment and writing down some notes. They spent the rest of the class working out the best Runes to use and how to incorporate them into the socks. In the end, they decided to use the simplest Runes possible and use the professional method of stitching the Runes into the socks with gold thread. Near the end of class, Professor Babbling came over and checked their work.

“Well done,” she smiled. “I see a couple of small issues, but I think you’ll work them out on your own. I look forward to seeing the final product.”

“Issues?” Hermione asked, scouring her notes for a mistake.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Babbling smiled. “If you’re still having trouble in a couple of days, come and see me.”

Harry smiled when Hermione nodded almost absently, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. She wouldn’t quit until she found the problem on her own and fixed it. He suspected Babbling knew that as well and had mentioned it to nudge her in the right direction.

“Mr. Potter, I’d like to see you after class for a moment,” Babbling said quietly.

Before he could respond, she turned and walked to the front of the class. Getting everyone’s attention, she told them to keep working on their projects before dismissing the class. Hermione was so engrossed in her notes that she didn’t even realize he wasn’t beside her when she left. Taking a deep breath, Harry approached the professor’s desk.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” he asked.

“I did,” Babbling nodded, reaching into the drawer of her desk and pulling out a book. “This is the book I was telling Ms. Granger about this morning. I’m sorry, but that’s as much help as I can give you.”

“That’s fine, Professor,” Harry smiled. “This is a huge help. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Babbling said, smiling. “I should warn you, there’s still a chance what you’re looking for isn’t in that book. Let me know if it works out for you or not.”

“I will,” Harry said, stuffing the book into his backpack. “Thanks, Professor.”

“One last thing, Mr. Potter,” Babbling called as he turned to leave, a knowing smirk on her face. “You might want to be a bit more careful with your activities at the breakfast table. Some of the other professors might not be as understanding as I am.”

Harry’s face burned, his face and palms sweating profusely.

“Er, right. Sorry, Professor,” he muttered.

“From what I know of you, and what I saw today, I take it Ms. Mabbit took matters into her own hands?” she asked curiously.

Harry blinked, and it took him a moment to remember Mabbit was Aurora’s last name.

“Oh, er, yeah. I guess she did,” Harry stammered nervously.

“And Ms. Delacour was aware of what was happening?” Babbling asked, pinning him with her sharp, hazel eyes.

“Of course,” Harry said, a little offended she thought she wasn’t.

“I thought as much,” Babbling nodded, her posture relaxing. “Since no one was hurt, and no one else saw, I’ll let it slide this time. But, please, try to be more discrete next time.”

Next time? Harry thought.

“Yes, ma’am. I will,” he promised.

Nodding, Professor Babbling smiled and made a shooing motion with her hand. Harry took the opportunity and fled the classroom as fast as he could.

~

“She saw?” Katie gasped.

Harry nodded as Fleur giggled next to him. They were in the Great Hall having lunch, and he’d just told them about his conversation with Professor Babbling after class.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get in trouble,” Alicia said, shaking her head.

“Babbling’s always been cool about that kind of thing,” Angelina said. “She caught me blowing George in a classroom after hours once and told us we had ten minutes to finish before she came back and gave us detention.”

“I wish all our professors were like that,” Alicia sighed. “Snape found me snogging Jimmy Wilks in a broom cupboard last year. He took fifty points each and gave us detention for a week.”

“I ‘ate zhat man,” Fleur said, glaring up at the Head Table.

“Snape’s always been a prick,” Harry said, getting a light scolding from Hermione.

“He wasn’t too bad when we first got here,” Aurora said. “He got worse when you started dating Fleur. Now, he likes to insult you while Fleur’s trying to brew her potions – telling her how you’re a useless glory hound.”

“He doesn’t insult you, does he?” Harry asked, looking at Fleur.

“Non,” she said, turning her glare away from Snape. “’E knows Madam Maxime would crush ‘im like a bug if he did.”

“Now that I‘d pay to see,” Harry grinned.

After finishing lunch, they went their separate ways and headed to their next class. A few hours later, they met back up for dinner before heading to the Room of Requirement for dance lessons.

“So, who’s up first?” Aurora asked while Hermione got the music ready.

“Can I try?” Katie asked. “I haven’t danced in ages.”

When the music started playing, Harry smiled and held out his hand. Katie took it with a grin, giggling when he pulled her into his arms and spun her around. Settling down, he fell into the steps he’d spent the last few couple of days learning. Even in that short time, he’d improved greatly. Now, he didn’t have to concentrate so much on his movements and could enjoy the pretty witch in his arms.

Harry had always fancied Katie since the day he met her in his first year. She was always so happy and bubbly that she was almost always able to put a smile on his face. While not as stunning as Fleur or Aurora, he’d always thought she was cute. When she kissed him the year before, he’d hoped that they could become more than friends. Unfortunately, she never mentioned it after it happened. Harry was convinced she regretted it, and eventually, things went back to normal.

Glancing over her shoulder at Fleur, he smiled. Though he’d been hurt at the time, he thought things had worked out for the best. He liked Katie, but he loved Fleur. Even if she decided to keep him all to herself today, he’d be perfectly happy. The fact that she didn’t – that she still wanted to see him with other women – only made him love her more. Shaking himself mentally, he focused back on Katie with a smile.

As the song came to an end, Harry spun her away from him before pulling her back and into a passionate kiss. Katie moaned in surprise, then relaxed and kissed him back, her fingers threading through his hair. Sliding his hands down her back, he grabbed her perky little bum and pulled her close, grinding his excitement against her thigh. She responded eagerly, moaning into his mouth and rolling her hips.

When he finally pulled back, Katie blinked dazedly, a flush running from her cheeks all the way down to the top of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she bit her lip, her hands caressing his chest.

“Now that’s a kiss,” Angelina laughed.

Stepping back, Katie glanced down at the massive bulge in the front of his trousers.

“Jesus, Harry,” she said, staring. “It looks like you’re trying to smuggle a Beater’s Bat.”

“It’s not that big,” Harry chuckled.

“It feels like it,” Katie said, glancing up at him shyly. “Can I…?”

“Oui,” Fleur breathed before Harry could respond. “Touch eet.”

As he glanced over at her, Katie palmed his erection over his clothes. She ran her fingers lightly around his shaft, tracing the outline of his shape before squeezing him experimentally.

“It’s so hard,” Katie murmured.

“You can take eet out,” Fleur said, her accent deepening in her excitement.

Katie looked torn for a moment, her hands trembling, before she let go of him and took a step back.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” she said. “I’m sorry. I…”

“It’s fine,” Harry assured her. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Smiling happily, she hugged him tightly. He felt her intentionally grind herself against him for a moment before pulling back and making her way back to the others. While Angelina and Alicia pulled her to the side for a whispered conversation, Nadine walked up to him with a smile.

“May I have this dance?” she asked.

“It would be my pleasure,” Harry said formally, kissing her hand.

Nadine giggled while wrapping her arms around him, her large, soft breasts flattening against his chest.

“Are things still okay between you and Hermione?” Harry asked as they danced.

“Wonderful,” Nadine beamed. “We spent some time together last night while you were with Fleur. I swear she’s corrupting me. I can’t wait to see you and Hermione together.”

Smiling, Harry shook his head.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” he said. “It feels like a dream.”

“It’s your reward for being such an amazing person,” Nadine smiled, her hands rubbing his back. “Between Hermione and Fleur, I think I’ve heard about most of your adventures. The things you’ve done – the risks you’ve taken to protect everyone else – it’s amazing. I think this is magic’s way of paying you back.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. He’d never thought of it way, but it made as much sense as anything else.

“She wants you, you know?” she said, pulling him from his thoughts. “Hermione came so hard on my fingers when I talked dirty about her sucking your cock, or being bent over the nearest desk. Underneath that innocent schoolgirl is a horny little slut waiting to be tamed by her best friend’s massive cock.”

Harry inhaled sharply as Nadine ground against his erection. Kissing her way up his neck, she captured his lips in a searing kiss. Distantly, he heard Hermione gasp softly a moment before Nadine pulled back with a smirk and spun around in his arms. Leaning back against his chest, she grabbed his hands and guided them to her heaving breasts. A moan escaped her lips when he squeezed, his lips pressing a kiss just under her ear. Grinding his length into her big, pillowy bum, Harry kneaded her breasts as Hermione met his eyes.

The excitement was crystal clear in her chocolate-brown eyes. Smiling, he turned Nadine’s head and kissed her deeply. When they separated, she gave him a wink before sauntering over to Hermione.

“Who’s next?” Harry asked with a grin.

“My turn,” Angelina smirked.

Taking off her robe, she walked up to him and dropped straight to her knees. Her hands made a beeline for his belt, unbuckling it rapidly before opening and unzipping his trousers. Harry barely had time to register what was happening before she had his erection in hand and stroked him firmly.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” Angelina grinned.

Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him while pulling off her tie and unbuttoning her shirt. Bobbing her head back and forth, wet, sloppy sounds came from her mouth as she shrugged off her shirt and unclasped her bra. Harry groaned when her large, perky breasts bounced into view. Harry longed to get his hands on her smooth, dark-skinned mounds, but he didn’t want to dislodge her incredible mouth.

Angelina was really working hard. Her head bobbed back and forth furiously, wet sucks and loud gags exploding from her mouth while long, thick strands of saliva dripped down her chin. It felt like she was trying to devour him whole as she shoved him as deep as she could, about two-thirds down the length of his shaft, and held him there while she choked and gagged.

When she pulled back to take a breath, Angelina looked up at him and closed her eyes before smacking his drenched shaft against her face. Someone gasped behind him at the sound of the heavy, meaty slaps that echoed through the room. Opening her eyes, she stared up at him lustfully before plunging him into her deliciously hot mouth.

“Shit, Angie,” Harry said, gripping her hair tightly. “I’m not going to last long if you keep this up.”

Smirking with her eyes, Angelina sucked hard and pulled back until she came off with a loud pop.

“Good,” she said, licking his swollen head. “You’ll last longer when you fuck me.”

Harry groaned as she took as much of him as she could and sucked hard while pulling back.

“Tell me where you want to cum,” Angelina said, jerking him quickly. “You want to paint my face, my tits? Do you want to fill my mouth? Make me swallow it?”

Harry grunted as she swallowed him eagerly, her head bobbing rapidly. All of those ideas sounded great, but one of them really jumped out at him.

“Swallow it,” he groaned.

With a moan, Angelina kept bobbing, her hand following her lips up and down with a little twist at the end until he reached his peak. With a grunt, Harry unconsciously tightened his grip on her head and flooded her mouth. Wrapping her lips tightly around his pulsating tip, she accepted it with a long, low moan. Angelina nursed his throbbing length until he finished and then let him slip free from her lips.

Turning to the other girls, she opened her mouth to show them what was inside. It was only then that Harry noticed a large bed was in the middle of what had been the dance floor and that all of them were completely naked. Crawling off the bed, Aurora walked over to Angelina and helped her to her feet.

“Are you going to share?” she asked playfully.

Smiling, Angelina leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. Harry felt himself getting hard again as he watched them snog, their hands wandering each other’s bodies. They were joined a moment later by Fleur, who kissed Aurora first, and then Angelina. Glancing over at Harry, their eyes dropped to his renewed erection, and they giggled.

“Come on, Harry,” Angelina said, bending over the bed. “Get over here and fuck me as hard as you can. I need this.”

Walking up behind her, Harry grasped her bum and kneaded her cheek roughly. She groaned, wiggling her hips enticingly as he spread them apart and lined himself up with her pink, glistening folds. Poised at her entrance, he paused and looked at Fleur. Laying propped up against a pile of pillows, she groped one of her breasts with the other teased her dripping folds. For a moment, he was sorely tempted to abandon Angelina and worship his girlfriend’s perfect body.

“Fuck ‘er,” Fleur panted, two fingers sinking into her depths. “Show ‘er how good you are, mon amour. Make ‘er scream your name.”

Angelina whimpered and wiggled impatiently while Harry gripped her shoulders. Smiling at Fleur, he turned his attention to the witch under him and speared into her hot, silky depths with in a single thrust.

“Holy fuck!” Angelina screamed.

She writhed under him so much that Harry worried he’d hurt her for a moment until he felt the wetness around the base of his shaft. In just a single thrust, he’d sent her into a powerful climax. Using her shoulders as leverage, he pulled halfway out before thrusting back in, their groins meeting with a loud, wet slap.

“Fuck meee!” Angelina whined, bucking wildly. “Merlin, I love this cock!”

“Zhen beg for eet,” Fleur said breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded as her Allure blanketed the room.

Angelina grunted under his powerful thrusts before finally lifting her head.

“Fleur, please,” she begged. “I’ll be your boyfriend’s whore. I’ll be his cum bucket. He can use me anytime he wants. I’ll do anything he wants. Just let him fuck me.”

“’Arder,” Fleur purred. “Ruin ‘er for anyone else.”

Arousal glistened on her fingers as they drove in and out of her tight folds. Her Allure was so out of control that Nadine and Hermione were humping each other’s legs while Alicia had Katie pinned to the bed in a sixty-nine. Behind them, Aurora drove three fingers into herself while pinching and rolling her nipple. Harry, despite his resistance, lost himself in the moment. Grabbing a handful of Angelina’s hair, he used it as a handle to piston in and out of her clutching depths. She cried out her second climax, drenching their laps while he groped her firm bouncing breast.

Harry looked down and watched as her hungry folds devoured his thick length. Each time he pulled back, her delicate pink inner lips clung to his shaft. The sight drove him to move even faster, causing her thick, round bum to ripple from the impact of his hips. With a gurgled moan, Angelina’s arms gave out, and she collapsed face first on the mattress. Her hands clawed at the sheet, her entire body shifting back and forth from his savage, relentless thrusts.

Suddenly, Fleur sat up and crawled towards them. Grabbing Angelina’s long, dark hair, she lifted her head and laid down on her back.

“Lick,” she ordered.

Angelina complied with a groan, burying her face between the blonde’s legs. Eyelids fluttering, Fleur moaned sensually before looking up at Harry.

“I love zhis! I love you!” Fleur panted, breaking off for a moment to moan. “You look so good breaking ‘er wiz your cock. Use ‘er. Make ‘er yours.”

“Best. Girlfriend. Ever,” Harry said between thrusts.

Gripping Angelina’s wide hips, he railed into her with long, powerful thrusts. Watching her thick, dark cheeks ripple and jiggle alluringly, he couldn’t help but raise his hand and give one a spank. Angelina jerked in surprise, followed by a moan that caused Fleur to do the same. Harry grinned, feeling like he was using Angelina to please his girlfriend. He spanked her repeatedly, firm enough to sting but not hard enough to really hurt.

Fleur gasped, her fingers tightening in Angelina’s hair as she bucked her hips. Tilting her head back, she howled as she reached her peak. Angelina writhed on the mattress, her tight depths clenching and relaxing around him while she let out grunts and groans that were muffled by fleur’s mound. The sensation was incredible, dragging Harry towards his own peak. Before Fleur had relaxed, Harry tipped over the edge, dragging Angelina with him into oblivion. Stars burst in his vision as he exploded in her spasming depths. Distantly, he heard her scream, but he was too out of it to realize what that meant. As he collapsed exhaustedly on top of her back, he felt her legs shake and her body twitch. A trembling moan left her lips, vibrating against Fleur’s folds and causing her to squirm away breathlessly.

“Bloody hell,” Harry panted. “You okay, Angie?”

“Mmh,” she hummed in a tired but contented moan.

Chuckling, Harry stood up and slipped out of her. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her onto the bed and laid her down next to Fleur. Crawling between them, they both cuddled up to him.

“Wow, Harry,” Alicia said, sitting up while Katie’s head rested in her lap. “I never knew you could be so… rough.”

“Neither did I,” Harry laughed.

“Mmh, I loved it,” Angelina said, kissing his cheek. “I’ve never been fucked like that. I lost count of how many times I came.”

Smiling, Harry kissed the top of her head. Suddenly, the girls gasped, and Harry hardened as they felt Fleur’s powerful Allure. A moment later, she sat up and threw her leg over him. She stared down at him lustfully before she impaled herself on his straining length.

“Fuck!” Harry grunted, still sensitive.

“I told you I was going to make zhem watch me ride you,” Fleur smirked.

Raising herself up, she dropped back down with a moan, her breasts bouncing alluringly.

True to what she’d told him earlier, Fleur rode him for hours. It was like she was determined to show the others that even though Harry enjoyed them, she was still better. Harry and Hermione stumbled back to Gryffindor Tower just before curfew, exhausted but happy. Only a few Freshening Charms kept them from reeking of sex. Grabbing a shower, Harry collapsed into bed and fell asleep instantly, the smile never leaving his face.

~

The next day, Hermione forcefully dragged all of them to the library to get some work done. While Harry flirted and teased the other girls, he paid special attention to Fleur all day. He wanted to show her how much he loved and appreciated her.

While Hermione worked on their Runes project, Harry read through the book Babbling had given him. He wanted to find out what the scroll said so he could stop worrying about it. Using the rune sets in the book, he tried to translate the words. On the first two dozen attempts, he got nothing but jibberish. Still, he persisted, and as he was losing hope and near the back of the book, he finally translated a word that made sense.

Forest

“Blood hell, I did it!” Harry exclaimed.

Madam Pince appeared from around the corner and shushed him with a stern glare.

“You solved it?” Hermione asked excitedly.

“Not all of it, but I found the Rune set it was written in,” he told her. “It’s a Rune set that only exists in the magical world and was only used for a few years before it suddenly disappeared.”

“What does it say?” Fleur asked.

“Something about a forest,” Harry said, turning back to the book to translate the rest. The girls waited patiently as he spent a few minutes writing out the message. “To finish the scroll torn asunder, the Dark Forest you must plunder. Hidden in the Fairy’s Bath, Knights of Blue will guard the path. For the key to your final task, you must first remove my final mask.’ The Runes under that are torn in half. I can’t read them.”

“We’ll the Dark Forest must mean the Forbidden Forest,” Hermione said. “But Knights of Blue… I’ve never heard of that before. Have you?”

Harry and the girls shook their heads.

“Time for more research,” she said, closing her book and slipping between the stacks.

With a playful smile, Nadine followed after her.

“We should check yours to make sure it says the same thing,” Harry told Fleur. “Some of these Rune sets are so similar it hard to tell them apart.”

“We’ll look at it tomorrow,” Fleur said, combing her finger through his hair.

Smiling, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and caressed her arm. If Harry were honest, he really didn’t care about winning the Tournament anymore. He already had everything he could ever want.