Synopsis: At a formal dinner gathering for the heroes, Harry arrives in tow with his beloved Fleur. None too pleased, Ginny and Hermione make some parting remarks. Harry decides to defend his lady's honor.
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Harry was in Britain visiting his old friends. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, all of them, it had been several months, but it felt like forever. As part of his treat, Harry decided to host the reunion party at the Weasley household.
There at the great table, the Weasley's were very happy to see Harry again. While the Weasley ladies of which Hermione was now one of were of much good cheer in the wake against their victory, there was one blemish which made their smiles and laughter look more than a little strained. That being Harry's lovely lady and her family, come to visit with him.
The Delacour clan. The beautiful Fleur being the lucky boy's new beau, her sister Gabrielle just as breathtaking, and her gorgeous mother Apolline. All of them were dressed to impress at the table, Fleur, Gabrielle, and her dear mother were wearing sleeveless dresses that bared their shoulders and ample chests, their cleavage barely held in, and of course showing off their long lovely legs in shiny pantyhose, a better feast for the eyes than the banquet set on the table before them. As soon as they had arrived, everyone couldn't keep their eyes off them.
The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Everyone was conversing with each other. But Harry and the Weasley's being so close, he and his new French friends were sitting right across from them. It was only a matter of time before things would get tense.
Ginny only saw the boy who got away. "So Harry, how is living abroad? I know Fleur is sophisticated and fine and dandy, but is France all it's made out to be?"
The way she said her name, it was like she was saying Floor. Harry heard that and made to correct her. "Ginny, it's pronounced Fleur."
"Sorry Harry, but I don't know French. I can only say it as Floor."
"That's right, we can't help it," said Hermione. "It's just how we say it in English. We're not like you, Mr. Delacour."
At least they're not calling her phlegm anymore. "It's alright Ginny, we all make mistakes." He smiled at her as pleasantly as could be. "To answer your question, France is lovely." He looked at Ron. "You know, it's been too long since we've been hung out together Ron. Perhaps you should come for a visit sometime?"
Ginny's face colored at that. So did Hermione's, Harry knew how to pick his targets. Whether it was Phlegm or Fleur, in the back of his mind, the rose of his victory celebration might come with it's thorns. But that only made things more fun.
In the middle of this little spat to be, Harry couldn't ignore Fleur's gorgeous form in his peripheral vision. Under the table, her shapely legs in their shiny nylons were too much for him to simply ignore. While he was putting on the appearance of taking a bite of his delicious dinner from his fork, he snuck a hand down to one of her thighs.
Fleur was simply trying to keep to herself as a woman of high class should. As far as she was concerned, she would ignore the subtle barbs tossed at her and let Harry handle them. She was about to take a bite from the morsel on her fork when she felt her lover's hand on her leg. He wasn't being sublte about it either, rubbing up and down the nylon, teasing the skin underneath, a heat began to blossom inside of her. Holding her fork awkwardly, she looked at him.
Harry didn't look back at her, merely putting on the airs of paying attention to the meal in front of him. However his hand was still on her leg, still boldly moving up and down before he squeezed her thigh. The way he clutched her leg, his fingers gripped into her inner thigh too. Coming dressed equal parts fabulous and scandalous, Fleur was doing it purely as an expression of her vanity but right now, he was making her feel very naked.
He knew it too. Reaching further into her inner thigh, Harry traced his finger along the crotch of her panties, poking her, feeling how much he was getting to her. She was trying to keep herself composed, and awkwardly held her legs together.
Now was the moment to strike. Moving his fingertip up and down on the line of her panties, he hooked it into the hem of her soft undergarments and suddenly yanked them down. Fleur's face lit up in surprise before Harry was moving his finger along her slit. Feeling her naked heat on his bare hand, he jammed two of his fingers inside of her.
It was very easy for Harry to finger her with how wet she was. Fleur barely kept her initial moan in and she was still touching her. Moving his digits inside of her back and forth, she held her mouth shut as much as she could, still holding her fork. Looking down, she only hoped that nobody saw her looking so awkward. She could only imagine what the Weasley ladies were thinking.
Pressing his fingers in further, Harry moved his hand back on her mound so the peak of his palm touched her clit under her perfectly groomed public hair. Fleur couldn't hold in the one feminine hiccup that hit her. It was so bad that she dropped her fork right under the table.
Ginny and Hermione were looking at each other. They couldn't begin to imagine what was wrong with Fleur, had an idea of what Harry was doing. But they giggled to themselves.
Harry set his fork down. Cupping Fleur's face with the hand that just messed her up, he said, "Oh mon amour! That fork was an heirloom in your family!" That wasn't true, it was one of the forks provided by the Weasley's for this dinner. But it was the excuse he needed. He looked down under the table. He saw it. "And I can't see it anywhere. Let me go under and retrieve it for you." Looking around whipped out his wand. "Don't anyone try kicking at me or you'll get what's what."
Going under the table, he got right in between Fleur's legs. A very envious position most men would crave to be in, and Harry's intentions were just as perverse as any of them. Her elegant panties were already a mess around her. Pulling them down all the way, he claimed his feast.
Fleur held onto the edge of the table facing her. It was purely an instinct to keep herself steady from him devouring her, but she realized how weird she must have looked sitting down and dressed up in such regal finery and long gloves, acting like she was trying to keep herself still for dear life. Looking down at Harry's head buried in her twat, her face was away from everyone else, in the back of her mind she realized that people might get an idea of what was happening. She tried to find the strength to say something, but she knew that if she even began to speak, the composed look on her face would break into the expression of a helpless slut.His eyes were beaming at her with a childish exuberance before he winked at her.
He took her clit in between his lips. Already barely holding it in, Fleur swiftly bit her lip as he sucked on her sweet spot. Her whole body was shaking up and then she suddenly snapped her head to the side as she was driven to climax.
Only for Harry to suddenly pop up back from under the table. He was looking much pleased with himself and sat back down in his chair. By now Fleur was still holding onto the table, looking out of breath.
He cupped her cheek. "Fleur darling! Here's your family's fork!" he said, setting it down on the table in front of her. It was quite dirty by now, that was the last thing on her mind. "But, you look a bit under the weather." He took her hand and kissed it. "Come, let me escort you to our guest room. I'll be sure to take good care of you tonight."
Standing up, she rose along with him. It was a little awkward for her, the way she was standing and holding onto him, she almost looked drunk. But by now, everyone knew what really happened. And what was going to be happening very soon.
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