Chapter 12: Chapter 10Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHarry sat in Fleur's bed as the Beauxbatons carriage soared through the air, enjoying the view of the countryside passing them by as the carriage soared towards France.
He didn't return back to his dorm after the ball, instead staying in Fleur's room onboard the carriage overnight. When he woke up, Fleur stopped him before he could leave her room, and convinced him to stay with her and her family over break. He agreed, deciding that visiting southern France with his girlfriend was a much better use of his time than staying at Hogwarts.
All that was left to do then was have Dobby fetch his belongings, and he spent the rest of the morning in Fleur's bed as the Beauxbatons carriage took flight and headed south. He was sure that Dumbledore or McGonagall would figure out his absence, but by then the castle would be empty of students who already left for London on the Hogwarts express.
A slurping noise got his attention then, and he looked down to see a sight that no man should have the right to experience; a naked Veela laid before him with messy bed hair, looking up at him with hooded eyes as she slurped his cock before pulling off it with a noisy pop.
"I just can't get enough of you, mon amour." Fleur grasped his cock in front of her face, waving it around like a popsicle. Her eyes suddenly locked onto his manhood, and a mischievous smirk graced her lips. "Want to see a magic trick?"
GLURRRK
Harry groaned as the Veela forced his cock down her throat in one fell swoop, taking it all the way to the base as her lips soon rested against his crotch.
'Is this my life now?' The past twenty-four hours had been nothing but sex and scandalous behavior between him and his girlfriend. His balls pumped out one load after the next in an orgasmic haze as Fleur brought him to his peek over and over. 'What is this… the tenth time now? There's no way I've cum more than that.'
GLUCK GLUCK GLURP
His shaft twitched from its place lodged deep within Fleur's throat, and Harry let out a groan as another load erupted from his cock. His girlfriend's eyes rolled back into her skull in pleasure as if his orgasm seemingly gave her immense satisfaction, all while his semen was pumped straight down her gullet.
When he was done, his cockhead left Fleur's mouth with a pop, and she maneuvered herself to sit next to him in bed. Their breakfast delivered from their house-elf room service sat on the bed in front of them, and Fleur picked up a croissant between two fingers before placing it in her mouth.
"So, um… how exactly will this work?" He finally asked, trying and failing not to get distracted by Fleur's exposed teardrop breasts. "Will your mom really be okay with letting me stay with you?"
"Oui." She said easily. "Our chateau has plenty of room, so she should have no problem with it."
'Chateau?' Harry knew that Fleur's family was quite wealthy, and he could only imagine just how large her home was. "Just how will we get to your… chateau anyways?"
"I'll apparate us there, both you and Gabrielle." She suddenly frowned. "We will arrive soon, so we should get ready."
Harry nodded and moved over to his trunk which was resting against a wall, meanwhile Fleur headed into her personal closet to prepare. He ended up wearing some of his casual clothes that he typically wore to Hogsmeade, all while hoping Fleur's family wouldn't be disappointed with him.
Moments later, and Gabrielle let herself into Fleur's room without knocking. If she was surprised to see him, she didn't show it, instead looking quite thrilled by his presence.
"So Fleur decided to bring you home with us?" Gabrielle smirked, speaking in almost perfect English after having been at Hogwarts for so long and having used the language charm. "I wonder if she gave you a choice in the matter?"
"Of course I did." Fleur came out of her closet then, wearing a brown skirt and a loose, partly-unbuttoned blue top. "Harry eagerly accepted, as I knew he would."
"Oh? And just what did you offer him in exchange? I, for one, can't wait to see Mama's face when she opens the door and sees 'Arry Potter standing there." Gabrielle giggled. "She will think Fleur brought you 'ome to get married."
Fleur groaned. "Gabrielle, stop it!"
Harry flushed red. "I, uh—I don't think she'll think that…"
"Oh she will." Gabrielle said sweetly. "Fleur never brings anyone 'ome. Not even girls from Beauxbatons."
"That's because most of them are idiots." Fleur said, tossing her hair back with a little huff. She turned to Harry and lowered her voice slightly. "And that is not what this is. I just… wanted you to see something different. Away from Hogwarts, and away from all… ze madness."
Harry nodded feverishly. "No trolls, no Triwizard tournament, and no crazed reporters."
"And no Weasleys to get in ze way of moi." Fleur added darkly.
Harry choked on a laugh.
Moments later, the carriage touched down in a broad field outside a massive stone castle high up in the mountains. Beauxbatons students flooded out from the enchanted carriage, while Fleur grabbed his and Gabrielle's hand.
"Since we've landed, I am going to apparate us now." She said, and before anyone could respond the three of them twisted.
Harry suddenly fell with a lurch as he heaved for breath. Gabrielle yelled something from behind him, while Fleur grasped his shoulder in worry.
"S-Sorry." He panted. "I probably should've warned you that I'm bad at magical travel."
"Oui, that much is obvious."
He finally looked up, and the sight in front of him nearly took his breath away. The three of them stood at the entrance to a massive estate, with a large iron gate decorated with gold standing open in front of them. Perfectly landscaped grounds stretched on in all directions, leading up to a huge stone manor that looked to be centuries old.
The Delacour chateau probably could have fit the entirety of Privet Drive inside it with room to spare, and that was without mentioning the surrounding vineyards and fields that Harry couldn't see the end of. Behind the large chateau, in the distance Harry could briefly make out the blue Mediterranean Sea, which the lands of the estate seemed to run up against.
"You… live here?" Was all he could get out.
"Oui." Fleur answered casually. "We also have a home in Paris. It's as I said, we have plenty of room for guests."
'That's for sure.' Their group made their way up the stone road leading to the front of the chateau, a lengthy walk that allowed Harry to recollect himself after the magical travel debacle.
The front door opened before they reached it, and a tall, elegant woman stood there in a flowing green robe. She looked like an older version of Fleur and Gabrielle, with flowing blonde hair in a loose braid along with kind blue eyes.
"Fleur…" The woman's voice was melodic and cool as her eyes examined them. "You didn't mention you were bringing company. Especially such… important personage."
"Maman, this is Harry." Fleur lifted her chin. "He is my… guest."
"Boyfriend." Gabrielle whispered mischievously.
The woman's smile widened happily. "Of course, I am happy to have met you after so long, 'Arry Potter. You should know zat both my daughters have written incessantly about you in their letters, and I am sure you will be exactly as zey describe."
Harry smiled awkwardly, brushing a hand through his messy hair. "I'll do my best, ma'am."
"I'm sure you will, just be sure not to let my eldest take advantage of you."
"Maman!" Fleur's face colored as if scandalized, all while Gabrielle giggled in amusement.
The Delacour matriarch led them into the grand home as they talked. "Normally I would be more worried about a man taking advantage of my daughter, but Harry seems far too sweet and harmless for such things. The poor boy is probably exhausted from your constant whining and complaining, ma fille."
His older girlfriend colored up in a mix of anger and embarrassment, meanwhile Gabrielle looked close to tears from laughter. Harry couldn't help but let out a snort of amusement, earning him a look of betrayal from his girlfriend.
Eventually, his Veela lover calmed down, and settled for crossing her arms with a pouty expression on her face. "Maman, I think I'll take Harry to ze beach with moi."
"How is it so warm here? It's the middle of winter and yet it feels like summer."
"Oui, ze wards around the property control ze temperature year round. And some special enchantments done by my ancestors make ze water warm as well."
While Harry had noticed the ocean near the Delacour chateau earlier, he had failed to notice the private beach as well. Agreeing with Fleur's strange request to visit the beach in the middle of December, he was pleasantly surprised to find the weather nice and warm with the ocean temperatures much higher than they had any right to be.
The truth was as Fleur said, being that one of her ancestors paid a veritable fortune to create a private paradise surrounding the Delacour chateau. The entire property was unplottable, guarded by wards strong enough to fend off an army, with advanced climate control enchantments that kept the property hot in the winter and cool in the summer.
It was a paradise that he had the luxury of visiting, and Harry sighed comfortably as he sunk into his cozy lounge chair under the sun. 'This really is the best day of my life.'
"Non! Zis sand is getting everywhere! Mon Dieu!" Came a whine from his side, and he looked over to see Fleur's body partly covered in sand. Coincidentally, the sand only seemed to cover the more appealing areas of her body, making the scene oddly sexual.
As if to match his thoughts exactly, Fleur gave her bubble butt a spank, creating a sandy handprint on the round cheek as it wobbled. "Oh! It won't come off!"
'She really isn't helping the whiny part of her personality that her mother talked about.' He thought as he stared at his girlfriend's round ass as it jiggled, mesmerized by the sight.
Fleur suddenly moved over and nearly pushed her derrière against his face. "Do you think you can help me, mon amour?"
'Does she want me to… spank her?' The whole situation was entirely concocted by Fleur, and Harry couldn't help but fall for it. She knew that he loved her ass, and his cock was beginning to harden as he readied himself.
SMACK
"Oh! Harry! Just like that!"
SMACK
His palm made contact with her bum once again, and he seared the sight of himself spanking her sandy ass into his memory. He was rock-hard in his swim trousers at that point, and Fleur must have noticed his bulge.
"Oh, is leetle Harry all excited?" With a smooth movement, Fleur let her bikini top fall off, revealing her large, perky breasts. She soon reached down and pulled off his swim trunks, exposing his massive cock to the open air. "Let me take care of that for you, mon amour."
Soon, he was unable to resist as his Veela lover sucked him off on their private beach.
Harry's ears were starting to hurt.
The constant screaming of the golden egg was giving him a headache, as no matter what he and Fleur tried, nothing worked to decipher it. It didn't help they were locked in Fleur's bathroom, warded off from the rest of the manor as to not wake anyone else up. It was the easiest place for them to experiment with the screeching egg while under secure silencing wards, ensuring Gabrielle or Apolline wouldn't be woken up by them.
Harry was starting to think that the clue to the second task was a scam at that point, a way for the tournament organizers to prank the Champions in order to get a good laugh. And judging by Fleur's expression, she seemed to be thinking similarly.
His blonde girlfriend glared at the screeching egg furiously, having tried every sort of detection and scanning spell she knew before giving up. "Zis thing is useless! Everything I try fails, and it just keep screaming like ze banshee in a tin can!"
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe the clue is that the second task will be… noisy?"
Fleur snarled in frustration then, and with a move of her wand she sent the egg sailing across the room and into a water-filled bathtub she had used earlier.
"You don't need to break it!"
"I'm sick of ze screeching." Fleur folded her arms in irritation. "Besides, we can always use your egg if it breaks."
Harry sighed and walked over before wading into the bathtub, only to pause upon seeing the egg under the water. It was open, yet not a sound could be heard beneath the waves, and he briefly dipped his head beneath the surface of the water before pulling back up.
"Hey, Fleur, come check this out!"
"What?" She asked crossly, making her way over to him.
When she got close enough, Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed her. His girlfriend let out a surprised shriek, and he pulled her in and threw her into the tub. He couldn't help but laugh, as the blonde Veela soon rose up above the waves before looking at him with a cross look.
"You… imbécile! What was that for?!"
"You didn't hear the egg?"
She looked down in the water, and upon seeing the silent egg her eyes widened, a quick dip underwater and she came up with a shocked look on her face. "Ze egg… it speaks under ze water!"
"I guess we figured it out." Harry smiled.
Fleur smirked in return, and suddenly she jumped on him and pushed him against the edge of the tub. He could feel his naked shaft make contact with her core as she pushed up against him, and he began to harden once again. But he had no time to react to that as the blonde Veela began kissing him senseless.
"You're insatiable." Harry finally managed breathe out between kisses.
"Moi? You're ze one who keeps cooming." Fleur breathed out from her place in front of him. "You just keep fucking moi with your big cock!"
Harry groaned and suddenly spun in the water, turning Fleur around to be pushed against the edge of the tub with himself behind her. It was the first time he had been this dominant, as he usually let his girlfriend take the lead during sex, but Harry was fed up with her whining and teasing.
He grasped her fat Veela ass in his hands, holding onto her hips and enjoying the large, heart-shaped posterior. Next came his hard cock, and water dripped from the mighty appendage as he lined it up with her sopping pussy lips.
"Oh Harry! Yes! Take me!" Fleur moaned out.
He pushed into her as she moaned and gasped in pleasure, all while Harry lost himself to his lust. Soon enough he slammed his shaft into her as hard as he could, doing his absolute best to bottom out and then pull back before slamming right back in.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
Water splashed and waves overran the edges of the tub as he pounded her, their bodies splashing against one another. All while Harry's eyes were glued to her erotic form pressed against the edge of the tub as his hips continually collided against her ass.
"OH FUCK! MON DIEU! JUST LIKE ZAT HARRY! TAKE ZE VEELA!"
Her words only propelled him forwards, and his balls began to stir as her core tightened around his shaft. In the final moments of their fucking he fell on top of her, grabbing hold of her entire body as he buried himself as deep as possible in her core before blowing his load.
Chapter 13: Chapter 11Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextDudley Dursley had no idea how he ended up in the situation he was currently in. It was only little more than a year ago that Harry had inflated his aunt and sent her floating all across Surrey, and yet now all of that was forgotten as he did his best to reconnect with his cousin. And the reason for that was the tiny girl who had ripped through his life like a whirlwind.
His girlfriend wasn't the prettiest, even he could see that much. Her nose was sunken in, and her face filled with freckles and acne. She was skinny and small, to the point she just looked like a much younger girl than she actually was. And yet Dudley had still come to love her, despite her tiny stature, and luckily she didn't seem to mind his overweight form either.
She was definitely the nicest girl he had met, especially when it came to putting up with his own bad habits and temperament. That said, Chloe seemed to have a knack for coming up with ideas and sticking with them to the very end. Once his girlfriend got an idea in her head, it was all Dudley could do to follow along and keep up.
So when his cousin Harry just so happened to come up in conversation, Dudley was unable to stop the onslaught of questions his girlfriend asked of him. Chloe hadn't stopped questioning him until she found out everything she wanted to know about Harry. And it was only through pure luck he was able to convince her of Harry's phony cover story of him being sent to a special boarding school in Scotland.
And just when he thought it was over, his girlfriend got one of those ideas in her head that just so happened to involve his magical cousin.
Flashback
"This will work out perfectly, won't it!" Chloe smiled deviously, the kind of smile that signaled she had a plan in mind. "We'll all meet and have New Year's supper at your place. It will be a great time to meet your parents!"
That alone sounded like a dreadful ordeal, especially with how his Mum always acted during such events. Dudley used to enjoy such social occasions when he was younger, wanting to please his parents and all, but as he got older the novelty of them diminished.
But if his girlfriend wanted to meet his parents, that that's what they were going to do. That said, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.
"And you'll have to invite your cousin as well." Chloe continued on. "I would love to meet him."
"Oh… um, I'm not sure Harry can make it." Dudley said, not sounding overly convincing. "He usually doesn't want to come home from school for Christmas."
Chloe's eyes flashed, and he winced. Once his girlfriend had a plan in head, it would be hard to make her change her mind.
"And why wouldn't he want to come home for Christmas?" His girlfriend suddenly resembled a very dangerous predator in that moment.
"Mum and Pa aren't too fond of him, ya know?" Dudley stammered out. "They don't like him being around. And to be honest, we're not exactly on good terms."
Chloe suddenly looked very disappointed, and it hurt. "Dudley… what aren't you telling me?"
He thought back to all the terrible moments over the years where his parents treated Harry like rubbish. He remembered the cupboard under the stairs, the bars on his window, and all the times his Pa grabbed and hit Harry in anger. All it did was make him feel more ashamed.
"My Mum has just never liked him much, as Harry's the son of her sister who died when he was a baby." He continued. "My parents always treated him like rubbish, making him do too many chores and always yelling at him. I feel kinda bad thinking about it now, but I just never knew any better growing up."
There was a long silence when he finished, and Dudley winced when Chloe grabbed his hand.
"Write to your cousin, and apologize." Chloe said with finality. "Then, invite him for dinner."
Flashback End
Harry's white owl just so happened to show up after that, almost like the owl knew Dudley needed to make use of her services. And from there it was as simple as writing Harry an awkward invitation, addressed to that magic school of his.
Chloe didn't speak to him for nearly a week after their talk, and Dudley knew that a huge part of their relationship was hanging on his ability to reconnect with Harry. And while he certainly could see why his girlfriend was upset with him, it didn't make it any easier to bury those feelings related to his cousin after so many years.
He knew he had been a right prat to Harry over the years, and it had been only amplified by how his parents treated him. But as Chloe had told him, now would be the time to turn over a new leaf and move on, and Dudley didn't want to let such an opportunity go to waste. 'If I don't do this right, my girlfriend will murder me.'
He was sitting in the living room when the doorbell rang, and Dudley stood up to get the front door. The party had started, himself and Chloe were already present, meaning that the only other person who would arrive at Privet Drive would be his cousin.
"Oh hey, Har-" He opened the door and stopped, as he was suddenly greeted by a tall blonde girl, and Dudley couldn't help but swallow thickly as her blue eyes stared him down.
But it wasn't just her scary eyes that drew his attention, but rather her beautiful body that was more akin to what a supermodel would have. She had long blonde hair of the perfect platinum shade, with an aristocratic face that had high cheekbones. Her legs were long and her thighs thick, leading to a thin waist that her coat's belt only emphasized. And, of course, Dudley could only notice the impression on her coat that signaled a pair of big breasts.
"Bloody hell."
Harry's muggle home and neighborhood was much smaller than she imagined, fit with boxy homes crammed together and ordained with tiny matching yards. The house that was number 4 Privet Drive could have fit inside her own bedroom, and she could only imagine what it would be like to grow up in such a small home with no expansion charms.
The clack of her boots echoed throughout the empty street as Fleur crossed the road, walking next to her boyfriend as they headed to his relatives' home. It was the middle of December in Britain, meaning it was dreadfully cold, and she was dressed the part.
Harry pressed a strange button when they arrived at the front door, and soon enough it opened. A large, fat, whale of a boy greeted them, and Fleur couldn't help but stare at his two chins as he spoke.
"Oh, hey, Harr-" He opened the door fully and suddenly his eyes widened as he caught sight of her. "Bloody Hell."
Fleur just raised an unimpressed brow, and gave him a look she regularly reserved for the Weasley brood. To his credit, Harry's fat cousin recovered rather quickly.
"Dudley, this is Fleur." Harry sounded unimpressed, but not overly surprised by his cousin's reaction.
"S-Sorry!" The boy quickly said, his face reddening as he stepped away to allow them inside. "Just surprised to see you came, is all. Please come in!"
They entered the tiny muggle abode, and she took off her winter coat to reveal the casual blue dress she wore underneath. When that was done she grabbed Harry's shoulder before leaning in.
"You lied to me, mon amour." Fleur whispered. "You said your cousin was as fat as a whale. I think he is fatter."
Harry snorted, but just then a woman who was probably Harry's aunt called out from deeper in the home.
"Diddykins?" Came a shrill woman's voice from a room over. "Who's here, sweety?"
"It's just Harry, Mum." Replied Harry's cousin.
The both of them walked past a cupboard under the stairs and into the living room, right as an ugly older woman with teeth that were too big entered. She glared at Harry upon catching sight of him, not even bothering to speak, and Fleur wanted to burn her alive in that very moment. 'It seems Harry also understated how terrible his Aunt is.'
After trying and failing to seemingly scare Harry away with her glare, the woman's attention then shifted to Fleur, and Harry's aunt went from being infuriated to utterly shocked. Fleur just gave her a grin that exposed her two rows of perfect teeth, and suddenly Mrs. Dursley was running off with her metaphorical tail between her legs.
"I guess we can talk to Aunt Petunia later." Harry said strangely, watching the woman flee into the kitchen without saying a word to them.
"Oui, I'm looking forward to it."
"Hello!" A chirpy girl's voice called out then, and Fleur turned to see a skinny brunette girl headed their way. "I don't believe we've met before, I'm Chloe."
Harry's fat cousin walked next to the small brunette girl who looked dangerously thin. Fleur's boyfriend just gave a small smile before shaking her hand. "Harry."
"I'm Fleur." She didn't bother shaking the girl's hand.
"I had heard you went to boarding school, Harry, did the two of you meet there?"
"We actually met in a school tournament that we're both competing in." Harry explained rather awkwardly, and Fleur tried not to grimace at the reminder of the Triwizard Tournament.
"A tournament?" Harry's muggle cousin looked moderately alarmed, probably imagining all sorts of strange things to do with magic. He then looked at Fleur, and his mouth seemed to move quicker than his brain. "You're not a model, are you?"
"Non, just blessed with good genes."
"~the ham isn't ready, Vernon." Mrs. Dursley's voice drifted in from the kitchen.
"Well I can't do everything at once!" A man who was probably Harry's uncle barked. "You said the freak was here, did you not? Get him in here and have him do the work!"
The whole room went awkwardly silent, and it was all Fleur could do to not set the home up in flames when Harry's aunt entered. "Harry, I need you to-"
"Non." Fleur gripped her boyfriend's arm tightly, as she glared down the miserable muggle woman. "You don't get to ask Harry of anything, especially when he is a guest in your home."
Mrs. Dursley frowned heavily. "We just need a bit of help in the kitchen-"
"Then you can figure it out yourself, and not use Harry to save you from your own trouble. My Maman always carefully prepares when we have company, and doesn't haggle and order around guests like some plebeian."
"Everyone needs to pull their own weight in this family." Petunia's eyes narrowed. "Especially someone like him."
"And yet you single him out, all while hiding behind fake manners." Fleur nearly sneered. "It's something quite common in this home, one made of dust and cheap laminate. Everything here tries to look expensive… yet none of it is real."
To the woman's credit, she didn't run off this time, instead going red in the face. "Why you- Who are you anyways?!"
"Fleur Delacour, and you best remember it, vieille pute." She threw her hair back. "You neither introduced yourself nor asked for my name earlier, something unbecoming of ze hostess. After all, we are guests in this hovel, non?"
Mrs. Dursley reddened even more, looking equal parts humiliated and furious, but suddenly Chloe stood up. "P-Perhaps I can help, Mrs. Dursley?"
Harry's aunt glared at Fleur before finally looking at Chloe, and then she went back to glaring at Fleur again. "That's okay, dear. My husband and I will handle everything ourselves."
"I've never seen aunt Petunia like this." He remarked.
His aunt wore the expected constipated expression upon his arrival, only for it to vanish completely upon seeing Fleur. Upon catching sight of his girlfriend, it was like the woman saw someone so far out of her league that she became speechless, and quickly retreated as a result.
It made sense in some strange fashion. Both Petunia and Vernon regarded themselves highly, and pretended to enjoy the finer things in life. Vernon would often brag incessantly about joining a country club of all things, while Petunia would spend absurd sums on beauty products and lavish clothing.
And yet both of them measured up short in comparison to Fleur. His girlfriend was born out of French magical nobility, and came with the posh accent to boot. She wore a casual blue outfit that probably cost more than Aunt Petunia's entire closet, fit with a pearl necklace likely valued higher than every home on Privet Drive combined.
Harry had seen his aunt constantly compete and try to one-up other women throughout his life, especially when it came to social events, and yet Fleur sent her reeling with just a few words.
Her Veela beauty might have done it too, as it didn't take long for Vernon to be caught staring at Fleur. Petunia became almost territorial when that occurred, desperately trying to avoid her husband falling for another woman. Strangely, the same could not be said for Dudley, as his oaf of a cousin busied himself with eating while cozying up to his girlfriend, Chloe's, side.
Chloe seemed nice enough in Harry's opinion, and certainly not someone he pictured Dudley getting with. She was thin, almost unhealthily so, and yet both her and Dudley seemed to adore one another. That said, it didn't stop Fleur from acting somewhat territorial, as his Veela girlfriend always liked every female to know she was the top dog around.
"You are not going to eat more, non?" Fleur asked Chloe innocently. "Your boyfriend certainly seems to indulge."
Chloe smiled meekly. "I'm not all that hungry."
"And yet you are so thin." The Veela said. "Men like their women buxom and curvy, non? Just not overly so."
Harry gave Fleur a nudge under the table. "I think the trouble you gave my aunt was enough for today."
Chloe giggled, while Dudley just looked confused. "Say, you're not from Britain, are you?"
"Non, my family lives in ze south of France."
"You live in the French countryside then?" Petunia butted in, as if she finally found something she could sink her teeth into. "You must be so used to dirt and grime compared to how clean and orderly it is here."
Harry nearly groaned, mentally preparing for yet another sparring match between Petunia and Fleur. He knew his girlfriend had the woman beat on every level, and Petunia likely knew that as well, yet that didn't stop the muggle woman from throwing jabs.
"Oui, I admit that ze days can be messy after my sister and I go for a swim in ze Mediterranean." Fleur said casually. "My family's chateau has its own private beach, and has been in my ancestors hands for generations."
"What's a chateau?" Dudley whispered to Chloe from across the table.
"It's a castle, I think." She replied.
"Sounds old and rustic." Petunia didn't even sound like she believed her own words at that point. "I can only imagine the maintenance of such an old home. How can you even live in such a dilapidated place during the summer?"
"Seventeen bedrooms, a ballroom, as well as an observatory. Vines grow up ze stone walls, and ze cool ocean breeze drifts through every corridor during ze summer. It is quite… humble, by some standards, made of large stone and marble blocks."
Petunia officially seemed to give up at that point, while Vernon looked on the edge of a midlife crisis.
"Oh! I'd love to see it!" Chloe smiled. "You can invite Dudley and I over at some point, right?"
"Oui, I'm sure something can be arranged."
The meal seemed to come to an end soon after that, with Petunia and Vernon retreating to the kitchen while Dudley and Chloe snuggled together on the couch. Harry ended up leading Fleur upstairs, through the tight hallway, and then to his bedroom.
"This is my room." He said, opening the door to reveal a spartan bedroom that was covered in dust. None of his belongings were in it, as the Dursleys didn't like to be reminded of his presence while he was away at Hogwarts.
Fleur looked around it with a frown, before she moved and sat down on the bed. It gave a horrendous squeak of the springs, and the Veela suddenly looked unable to contain her disgust. "This is Horrible."
"Still, better than my old one." He mumbled as he sat next to her.
Her arms wrapped around him then. "I'm not letting you come back to this wretched place."
Harry felt his heart warm up. "You want me to stay with you?"
"Oui." She nodded. "We can go to ze beach everyday, and even build castles with Gabby in ze sand. And at night you can use me all you want, mon amour."
"That sounds… nice." Harry desperately tried to keep his mind out the gutter in that moment. He didn't want to walk downstairs sporting a boner after all.
Fleur spun around on the bed to lay on her front, before she pulled up her dress to reveal her panty-clad ass. "How about we fuck here and now, mon amour? I don't want you to come back to these people again, so let's give them a fun way to remember us."
"As much as I'd like to…" He gave her heart-shaped ass a spank.
SMACK
"…We did agree to invite Dudley and Chloe to your home during the summer. So maybe another time?"
"Oui." His Veela girlfriend pouted petulantly at not getting her way, as she readjusted her dress.
Chapter 14: Chapter 12Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text"Now that we're all here, let us begin the Second Task!" Ludo Bagman exclaimed. "Champions, ready yourselves!"
The day of the second task was cold and gloomy, making the prospect of diving into the lake that much more unappealing. The only upside was that he could cast warming charm on himself, but Harry didn't know how effective those would be in the freezing cold water.
His own outfit consisted of Hogwarts-themed swim trunks and shirt, coincidentally themed in Gryffindor colors. Similar could be said for Cedric as well as Krum, with Cedric's being Hufflepuff themed while Krum's had Drumstrang colors.
The most eye catching of the champions was Fleur, wearing a white bathing suit that he struggled to take his eyes off of. She didn't wear a bikini, yet her outfit still erotically clung to all of her curves while emphasizing her femininity.
Her hands reached back then, and her gentle fingers brushed over her big, heart-shaped ass before reaching into the tight space between her cheeks to readjust the bottom part of her suit. Harry couldn't help but stare at the action, and a quick glance showed every other male in the vicinity doing the same.
He didn't get mad, having long gotten used to other boys staring at Fleur. She was a beautiful Veela, with a powerful allure that made most men break down into stuttering and drooling messes. No, it wasn't that part that bothered Harry, but rather the public firestorm they had created in the press.
Their relationship was not only a big gossip topic amongst the Hogwarts student population, but was even written about in newspapers and magazines he saw. The worst part was that it wasn't only British press and tabloids writing about him and Fleur, but also those in the international press.
France's own Champion in the Triwizard Tournament, a Veela from a powerful family, dating her competitor, Britain's own Boy-Who-Lived, was headline-worthy news it seemed. And while Harry desperately tried to ignore it all, there was simply no unseeing front-page articles about him and Fleur, along with multiple-page spreads in Witch Weekly.
"One moment, Ludo." Mr. Crouch cut the man off, turning to face them. "I shall now inform each of you who your hostages will be for the upcoming task. Mr. Diggory, your hostage will be Ms. Chang."
Cedric nodded with a grimace, all while folding his hands awkwardly.
"Ms. Delacour, your hostage will be your sister, Gabrielle."
'What?!' Harry's eyes widened in shock, not expecting that. A glance at Fleur showed the Beauxbatons Champion was equally shocked, yet her mood was rapidly changing to be infuriated.
"Mr. Krum, your hostage will be Ms. Hermione Granger."
'Hermione too?' Harry didn't see that coming, especially when Hermione was one of the few people in Hogwarts he was still somewhat close with. His participation in the tournament had made him an outcast in the castle, with Neville and Hermione being the only Gryffindors in his year that were on a friendly basis with him.
It made things especially hard, and Harry had to lean on Fleur for company that much more often because of it. Hermione was still willing to spend time with him, but it was difficult when she either had to choose between spending time with either Ron or him. His former best friend still hated his guts, and things would be had if Ron caught Hermione hanging around him.
"And finally, Mr. Potter, your hostage will be your House-elf, Dobby."
"Dobby?!" Harry felt just as perplexed as everyone else, as strange murmurings sprung up from the nearby crowd.
He guessed that the hostage for each champion had to be someone they held dear. And at the end of the day, Harry didn't exactly have all that many people he considered close. He could really count them on one hand, being Fleur, Sirius, Hermione, Hagrid, and maybe even Dudley, and he was sure most of those options wouldn't work in a school tournament.
"Sonorus!" Bagman incanted as he pointed his wand at his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, our champions are all ready for the second task to begin, which will start on my whistle. They have one hour to complete it and retrieve what has been taken from them. Let's begin!"
The whistle blew through the cold air, and Harry carefully cast the Bubble-Head Charm around his head. Both he and Fleur learned it after finding out the egg's clue, knowing they would need to be prepared to breathe underwater for the second task. It created a bubble of oxygen around his head for him to breathe, and he wasted no time before jumping into the water.
He descended into its depths without thought, going deep into the water as to not waste time. It was only once he delved into the lake that he realized how murky and dark it was, and Harry picked a random direction before swimming off.
He passed tall outgrowths of underwater plants and weeds, swimming awkwardly with his wand in hand as he searched for some sort of clue. Every now and then he would spot something odd in the distance, only to swim towards it and find either a large fish or some sort of exotic underwater growth.
It was vexing, but he did his best not to lose his head and keep calm. Dobby was counting on him to be rescued, as Harry did his absolute best to scan his surroundings before moving on to another area of the lake to search. He knew that time was passing, and his limbs began to grow tired as he swam more.
Eventually, he delved into the deeper parts of the lake, descending through tall weeds as he became desperate. There was less visibility in the tall plants, yet Harry needed to maneuver through them if he wanted to find anything.
Something grabbed his heel then, and Harry spun to see a grindylow looking up at him. It looked monstrous, having horns and sharp teeth, as it let out a growl. He brought his other foot down and kicked its face, only making it more angry, And the grindylow went to strike him with its free hand..
"Relashio!" He cast awkwardly through his Bubble-Head Charm, his spell bubbling through the water and hitting the creature. The beast let go of him then, and Harry quickly swam in the opposite direction to get away.
He ended up having to swim through even more weeds because of that decision, and Harry darted between the dense underwater foliage with his quidditch dexterity on full display. Finally, he reached the end of the weeds, and instead of finding empty open water he ended up in front of a vast underwater village.
Strange creatures, which he recognized as merpeople, swam around with a grouping of them positioned at the center of the village. In the middle of their group were the hostages for the task, or at least the ones who had yet to be retrieved. There were four vines that held them up, with only Dobby and Gabrielle still remaining, while Hermione and Cho were missing.
Harry cautiously swam toward them, eyeing the mermen all the while as to make sure they wouldn't attack him. Sure enough, he maneuvered through the water right up to Dobby, and was easily able to untie him. The house-elf looked comically funny in the strange deep sleep that the tournament organizers had put him in, and Harry smiled as he placed the small elf under his arm.
He then moved over to Gabrielle, and gripped one of the vines around her waist before tugging it away. That was when one of the merpeople swam over to him, and swatted him away from the small Veela.
"Only one each." The mermen said.
Harry's eyes widened in shock, as he looked around to see if Fleur was nearby. Cedric and Krum had already retrieved their own hostages, and he had obviously already picked up Dobby, meaning it was only Fleur who had yet to finish the task. It was especially worrying that the task was nearly over, and while Harry didn't have a watch on hand, he knew that he had been swimming around the lake for quite some time.
They were given an hour to complete the task, and Harry wondered what it would mean for Gabrielle if she was not rescued. The rational part of him believed she would be fine, and that the tournament organizers would retrieve her later. Yet the emotional part of his mind claimed she was right in front of him, and that it wouldn't make sense to abandon her. He knew the second task was close to finishing at that point, and without Fleur in sight it meant Gabrielle would be left behind.
He grimaced in worry, and looked straight up to try and see the lake's surface. Distantly, he could see rays of sun breach the surface of the water, and he looked back at the merpeople who were surrounding him then.
He moved as fast as he could in the water, which was rather sluggishly, as he blasted the nearby mermen away with his wand. He moved over to Gabrielle and untied her, awkwardly hugging her and Dobby close to his body as the surrounding merpeople closed in.
When that was done he pointed his wand downwards, and without casting a spell he simply pushed downwards with his own magic. It was a blunt way to go about ascending the lake, as he used his own magic as fuel to make himself rocket upwards. Unfortunately, that was when his bubble-head charm finally gave out.
His magic, as well as his focus to channel it, had both reached its limit. His limbs were tired, his magic had been nearly drained, and it was all he could do not to open his mouth and drown. His lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, all while his body shook from the pain caused by the freezing water.
'Am I really going to drown in this lake? All for some school tournament?' The thought echoed through his mind, right as his vision darkened and his limbs gave out from fatigue. He thought that everything was lost then, but that was when he breached the surface, and Harry took heaving gulps of air.
"Great Harry Potter sir!"
"'Arry!"
Both Dobby and Gabrielle called out from his sides, and in the distance Harry could hear the cheers from the stands of onlookers. He opened his eyes to see the two hostages looking at him as they both treaded water, and the three began making their way towards the pier where the task started from.
"Oh, I can't believe it was you who rescued me!" Gabrielle was chatting excitedly as they swam, yet Harry was simply too tired to reply. "Fleur is going to be so jealous!"
"Great Harry Potter Sir rescued Dobby! Dobby owes Great Harry Potter Sir a great debt!" The House elf looked ridiculous as he dog paddled water with his small, awkward limbs.
"Hehe, look at how Fleur is staring at you!" Gabrielle laughed from his side.
He looked up at the pier, focusing in on where his girlfriend was standing. She wore a towel and was surrounded by various mediwitches and fellow Beauxbatons students, all while worriedly staring at Gabrielle as she drew closer. However, when her gaze shifted to look at Harry, Fleur's expression changed to resemble something else entirely.
Harry wasn't entirely sure how to describe it. Crazed would be the first description that came to mind, followed by downright debasing. It was like some sort of demon had possessed her, the way her gaze conveyed the things she wanted to do to him in that moment.
If the water wasn't so cold, Harry was sure he would be sporting an erection. Yet at the same time however, he was tempted to swim as hard and fast as he could to get away. Either way, it meant that he would have to deal with a crazy Veela when he arrived.
They reached the pier then, and soon the group of them was surrounded and hauled out of the cold lake.
"Gabrielle! Is moi sister okay?!" Fleur yelled out in panic, all while Madame Maxime restrained her.
Harry sighed tiredly, even as Madame Pomfrey hauled him up and dragged him to the medical tent while going on about how reckless he was. He soon found himself laying in a medical bed while being fed one potion after the other, each tasting worse than the last.
"Those tournament organizers! Just what were they thinking?!" The old Mediwitch complained. "I'll have to speak with Dumbledore, give him a piece of my mind-"
"Harry!" Hermione ran into the tent suddenly, wearing wet school robes with a towel wrapped around her. She had been one of the hostages, and he was relieved to see she was fine. "Harry, are you okay? I can't believe you did all that-"
"I'm fine, Hermione." He managed to get out before she kept on. "Just tired."
"Hermy-owny, you have da water beetle in your hair." Krum said from his spot on a nearby medical bed, causing the girl to blush as she tried to get it off.
Suddenly the flap to the medical tent was violently thrown open, and his girlfriend charged in before looking around wildly. When she caught sight of him, Fleur's form changed into a blur as she crossed the room before nearly jumping on top of him.
Her lips were all over his own, all while her soaked blonde hair drooped down onto his face. His own eyes were wide as she pressed up against his form wildly, nearly pushing both of them off the bed in her rush.
She was creating quite a scene with her actions, and Harry could hear nearby gasps at her scandalous behavior. But Fleur clearly didn't care, too engrossed in showing her affection for him.
Finally, she pulled away, but only pulled back a few inches from his face. Harry could feel her warm breath against his lips, as well as her curvy form pressing tight against his own body. It was like she was ready to fuck him then and there, and blood began to flood his growing shaft. That was when she spoke, her words soft as a whisper yet more determined than ever. "When this is over, mon amour, I want you to breed me."
Harry shivered, all while her intense blue gaze stayed locked onto his own.
"Ms. Delacour. Ms. Delacour!" Madame Promfrey was yelling at that point. "Please get away from Mr. Potter!"
Fleur cupped the sides of his face before giving him a searing kiss, before she then slithered down his body and backed away. The medical tent's occupants all looked either scandalized or flustered, with Hermione looking equal parts both. For her part, Fleur didn't look the least bit embarrassed, instead giving him a suggestive wink.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we, the judges, have reached our decision!" Bagman's boomed from outside the tent suddenly. "After studying each champions' performance at the bottom of the lake, we have decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows. . . . Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."
Applause sounded from the crowds outside.
"I deserve zero." Said Fleur dully, shaking her head.
"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was the first to return with his hostage. We therefore award him forty-seven points." Enormous cheers erupted from the Hufflepuffs in the crowd.
"Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We award him forty points." Karkaroff clapped, looking thrilled.
"Finally, Harry Potter also used the Bubble-Head Charm, yet returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, Mr. Potter put in the additional effort to return all of the remaining hostages." Both Fleur and Hermione gave him approving yet exasperated looks. "Most of the judges, feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. Thus Mr. Potter's score is forty-five points."
The crowd applauded, but Harry didn't care. He stopped caring about the tournament a long time ago. 'Just one more task and the tournament is over.'
Chapter 15: Chapter 13Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextHis eyes opened to see he was in an aging wooden room, a crackling fireplace with one man kneeling while someone he couldn't see sat in a red cushioned chair.
Harry couldn't see them, yet he just knew that it was Voldemort who sat in that chair.
"Wormtail." Voldemort hissed, and Pettigrew winced from his place on his knees. "The hour approaches. The boy is ripening, and is steadily advancing through the tournament as planned… Yet it is not just us who watch him."
"Yes, my Lord." Came the whimpering reply. "The papers… they're full of him and—her."
The last word was like a worshipful whisper, containing equal parts lust and admiration, and Harry knew exactly who Wormtail was talking about. He had heard Ron and the other boys speak of Fleur in a similar tone after all.
"Her?" Voldemort asked slowly, dangerously.
"The Delacour girl, my Lord. The French Champion-she's with him constantly now. The Prophet writes about their relationship every week. They even write she's a Veela, my Lord."
A cold smile crept across Voldemort's pale lips.
"How quaint." He said. "Even now, the wizarding world could not help but adore its celebrities. Back then it was the Potters who were the favorites, supposedly madly in love when really that mudblood bitch went and seduced the next Lord Potter. They soon found that Love can be so easily broken, as it didn't save Lily Potter from my killing curse, nor will it stop me from striking that Veela whore down."
Harry's heartbeat thundered in his ears, despite the fact that he wasn't really present in the same room as Voldemort and Wormtail. He knew that this was a dream, or even just some sort of vision, meaning that it wasn't real. That said, he could feel his absolute fury at Voldemort's words, as his vision went red at the edges.
"She's not the plan, my Lord." Wormtail said nervously. "Just a distraction, surely—"
"Everything is part of the plan, Wormtail." Voldemort hissed. "The maze. The cup. The champions. Every thread is woven into the same tapestry, all leading to the boy coming to me. Soon he will arrive, and if he survives the ritual… then I'll make him watch as I torture his little whore. But before I dispose of the Veela… maybe I'll let you and my other Death Eaters take turns on her, Wormtail."
"T-That is most gracious of you, my Lord." Pettigrew squeaked, all while Harry silently fumed in rage.
"But before then, I believe your punishment is in order, Wormtail." The creature in the chair picked up its wand.
"P-Please, have mercy, m-my Lord!" Wormtail threw himself to the floor, begging for mercy for whatever perceived slight he had committed.
"Crucio!"
Harry's eyes snapped open, his pulse racing as he looked around wildly before relaxing. He was laying on Fleur's bed within her room onboard the Beauxbatons carriage after the second task.
'It's just a dream.' He mentally sighed, pushing the panic away as he decided to wait till later before he thought the dream over. He was exhausted from the second task, having fallen asleep on Fleur's bed while his girlfriend showered.
"Harry?"
Right then Fleur walked out of the bathroom while wearing a white bathrobe, and Harry could immediately tell she was naked underneath. She looked at him with a grin-before her expression faltered and she eyed him in concern. "What's wrong, mon amour?"
"Just a bad dream." He dismissed her concerns. "How was your shower?"
"Bien, but it would have been better with you." She teased.
He let out a small chuckle that soon died. "Well, I…"
Harry trailed off at the end, as Fleur suddenly let her bathrobe drop and fall to the floor. It left her beautiful curvy naked form completely exposed, her skin still wet and moist from the hot shower she just had. But more noticeable were her big breasts, more perky than ever with her nipples possessing a hardness to them that signaled her own arousal.
She moved onto the bed, and slowly climbed towards him like a big cat that found its prey. She maneuvered over his body, her face getting close to his own while his cock throbbed within the confines of his trousers. Soon her could feel her warm breath on his skin, his gaze drawn to her pink pouty lips before locking onto her wide eyes.
"I want you to breed me, mon amour." Her pupils were blown wide with lust. The Veela within her demanding that she breed with the man who saved her sister. "I want to have your children."
"Children?" His eyes went wide, not expecting that of all things to come up.
"Oui." Fleur breathed deeply. "I want you to breed me everyday for the rest of my life. Even when pregnant, I want your big cock stretching out my tight pussy."
His manhood was getting harder than ever at Fleur's weird dirty talk. He had seen the way she was looking at him during the second task's aftermath, and even listened to her demand that he breed her, and now it seemed like her lust for him was on full display. And to call it lust was an understatement in Harry's mind, as it seemed like she seriously wanted him to get her pregnant in that very moment.
The two of them were still boyfriend and girlfriend, being horny teenagers with an insatiable hunger for one another's affections. They had yet to discuss the future seriously at all, with the only exception being the plan for Harry to stay at Delacour chateau during the upcoming summer.
They had never had a serious conversation about getting married, much less having kids. And yet Harry often thought about such things in the private reaches of his mind. He wanted kids- 'a lot of kids' -and to see Fleur thinking similarly was exciting for him.
"I'm going to want a lot of kids." She froze at his forwardness, clearly taken off guard by his sudden declaration. "At least five. Do you think you can handle all that, Ms. Delacour?"
"Oui." She shivered, as if in a trance. "As many as you want. Even twenty if that's what you demand."
He grinned, and began to divest himself of his clothes. With Fleur's help, his trousers easily came off while he took off his shirt and threw it to the side of the bed. From there she leaned in and grasped his erect cock, not even bothering to lubricate it as she instead lined it directly up with her core.
'She must need me badly.' He mentally chuckled, as Fleur began sinking down his massive shaft. "Oui. Oui! So big!"
Soon she was bouncing on his pole with a feverish expression, her body intensely focused on getting him to orgasm inside her as soon as possible. Harry didn't have to do any work, his Veela girlfriend moving herself up and down his dong with the power of her thick thighs, all while her big, juicy breasts bounced and clapped against her skin.
His hands moved in, and soon he was grasping and steadily feeling Fleur's big tits. She threw her head back and howled at his touch, and he then moved his head in to suck and lick her succulent breasts.
Her Veela pussy squeezed around his cock, and each of her thrusts suddenly took on a wet clapping sound. He could feel her arousal dripping out from the stretched space around his cock, landing on his thighs and falling down onto the bed.
"So good! So good…" Fleur repeated, still seemingly in a trance as she grabbed his shoulders to get more leverage. That was when he moved in and kissed her, his hands still fondling her heavy breasts while he did so.
When he pulled away he smiled. "You're doing such a good job, why don't you let me handle things from here?"
"No… no." She panted, seemingly desperate to get him to cum on her own. "Stay put. I need to make you cum, mon amour."
His smile morphed into a evil grin. "Too bad, I'm not asking."
"Ah!" Fleur shrieked as he took control, flipping the gorgeous blonde Veela onto her hands and knees.
He moved in and gripped her hips harshly as she thrashed in protest, making sure to hold her in place. He lined his massive cock up with her pussy, and pushed in brutally in one fell swoop.
"HARRY!" She screamed as he slammed into her, gripping her hips as he pistoned her body back and forth along his cock.
Sweat rained down his hardened form, his muscles straining with effort as he fucked his girlfriend harder than ever before. He could hear each loud smack as his hips collided with her heart-shaped ass, the rhythmic slap of his ballbag hitting her crotch, along with the violent shaking of her heavy breasts.
Fleur's pussy continued to squeeze and milk his shaft, her own body going through orgasm after orgasm under his brutal lovemaking. Her juices made the action of his cock entering her core that much easier, as well as a lot more pleasurable. And yet Harry knew his own release would be coming soon.
"This is what you wanted, huh?" He asked through grit teeth. "To get bred?"
"Oui! Oui! Fill me up, Harry!" Her grin was wild as she looked back at him. "Make sure you give me every. Single. Drop!"
'Fuck.' His thighs continued to clap against her ass, all while his balls felt heavier than ever and ready to give Fleur the load she so desperately wanted. 'Can't let her win…'
His thoughts became darker and more depraved than ever in that moment, and Harry found himself pulling out his wand. A quick wand movement later, and Fleur found her hands tied to the post of her bed as he mounted her from behind.
"GAH!" Her eyes went wide as she looked at her restrained hands, tied with conjured ropes so she couldn't move.
"You said you wanted kids, Ms. Delacour?" He taunted, as a darker side of his personality came to light. It made his girlfriend tremble before him, her body shaking either in pleasure or in horror. "Or should I say… Mrs. Potter?"
His words seemingly flipped a switch within her, and suddenly the dam seemed to burst in that very moment. Fleur was suddenly screaming to the heavens as she orgasmed like never before, her body bucking and writhing as he held her down.
Suddenly, wings sprouted from her back, almost like she was some sort of angel, and he couldn't help but feel feathers underneath where his hands gripped her hips. Her Veela powers were on full display for him to see, the pleasure pushing her to the limit as she finally snapped and could hold back her heritage no longer.
Her wings flapped, as if she wanted to take flight, but she was held down by the rope around her hands along with his tight grip on her bum. He continued thrusting, his mind going into sexual overdrive as he became consumed by lust.
'Breed the Veela. BREED THE VEELA.' A voice at the back of his mind was screaming at him, and Harry belatedly wondered if Fleur's allure had finally penetrated his mind.
"Fuck." Harry barreled down on her like a wild animal, slamming into Fleur with all his might as his release came ever closer. She seemed to completely resort to her avian side at that point, her mouth more akin to a beak as she let out a cawing noises that sounded akin to mating cries.
"AAAAAGGGGHHH!" He roared when his cock seized up, his balls jerking as he finally blew his load deep into her. His cum was hot and there was a lot of it, as his shaft pumped load after tremendous load into her. That was when his vision began to blur, and he desperately clung to consciousness before everything turned to white.
"~dad. Daddy?"
Harry blinked, his vision returning as he looked downwards, seeing a gorgeous young girl looking up at him. She had long, blonde hair just like Fleur's, along with the insane feminine form his girlfriend possessed which included huge breasts and child-bearing hips. But what really got his attention were her green eyes that were the same shade as his own.
"Fleur?" He couldn't help but strangely ask.
The girl frowned, shaking her head as her ponytail whipped back and forth. "Mom said she wanted to speak with you, she's in the bedroom."
Before he could ask anything else, the girl turned and walked off, and Harry found his own legs carrying him through an utterly massive home he had never seen before.
Soon, he arrived at some sort of bedroom, and it was there he found Fleur, looking older yet still gorgeous. If anything, Harry would say she had become even more beautiful with age.
"Ah, Harry, I see that Violet told you to come here." She spoke.
"Violet?" He frowned at the strange name, wondering if that was the girl he just spoke to a minute ago.
"Oui, or was it Lyra and Isobel who told you? Either way, you're here now, so we can get started."
Suddenly, the older version of his girlfriend was upon him, her expert hands reaching out to divest him of his clothes and pull out his heavy cock. She did so casually, as if pulling out his cock to enjoy it was a regular occurrence.
"You always wear me out with zis thing, mon amour." Fleur began to jack him off, expertly working on bringing his cock to its full length. "Yet even after birthing twins, I just can't get enough of it."
"T-Twins?" He stuttered out.
"Oui, Lyra and Isobel have been such good girls." She replied warmly. "But since I was the one who named them, what would you like our next girl to be named?"
Even though he was in such a strange situation, Harry didn't hesitate a moment in his answer. "Lily."
His vision snapped back to reality, and he was back in Fleur's room, still in the same position as he fucked his girlfriend. 'W-What was that? Some sort of strange Veela power?'
He didn't ponder too long on the subject, as Fleur let out all sorts of shrieks and cries, before settling down to let her wings disappear into her back while her avian characteristics dissipated. It left her back in her original form, caked in sweat beneath him as he held onto her wide hips.
They both panted, with Harry desperately trying to catch his breath. "That was… insane."
"Oui." Fleur breathed deeply, sounding somewhat out of it.
'Hopefully I didn't fuck her too hard.'
Right then, the door to Fleur's room opened, and Gabrielle came walking in. The girl made it a few steps into Fleur's room before she finally noticed them. Her eyes went wide, she froze, and suddenly her hands slapped over her eyes as she turned away.
It just so happened that the bedpost Fleur was tied to was directly in front of her bedroom's door, meaning both she and Harry faced Gabrielle head-on. It didn't help that Fleur was still on her hands and knees, her wrists tied, with her naked breasts dangling beneath her. Neither did it help that Harry was still mounted on top of her, his cock still impaled deep in her core with his hands gripping her ass, all while still naked for Gabrielle to see.
The next few moments was a mad scramble, as Harry pulled out of Fleur faster than ever before. While that happened, his girlfriend was using her Veela powers to burn away the rope. After that, the both of them hastily threw themselves under the covers of Fleur's bed, all while Gabrielle still refused to look at them.
To make the situation even worse, that was when Fleur's mother, Apolline, opened the door and entered the room. "Ma fille, I've been meaning to- oh."
She stopped dead at the sight of him and her daughter under the covers, before a strange frown appeared on her face. "Fleur, what 'ave I told you about inviting boys into your bed?"
He had never seen his girlfriend's face so red. "N-Not to, Maman?"
"Oui." Apolline folded her arms. "And yet, here I found you and leetle Harry in bed. What am I to make of zis?"
While the older Veela was chastising her daughter, Harry cautiously reached over to retrieve his clothing from the side of the bed. And yet, as if to truly hit home how unlucky he was, he just so happened to reach too far and ended up sliding out from under the blankets to reveal his nakedness.
Apolline's eyes darted to him, specifically to the naked lower regions of his body. "Perhaps I was wrong to call him leetle?"
"Maman!" Fleur snapped, while Gabrielle let out a squeak.
'This is both the best and worst day of my life.'