Chapter 9: Sneaky Spy
Sneaky Spy
'I just want to say that this an absolutely terrible plan.' Hermione's voice filtered in through her head.
'Oh so little faith 'Mione! I promise you this is an incredible plan.'
She could practically feel the bushy haired girl's eye roll. Daphne smirked as she started preparing another small rebuke to push the other girl's buttons. Yet before she could the voice of their messy haired lover interrupted their banter.
'As much as I love messing with Hermione as well, I do have to agree with her. Is this really our only option?'
This time it was Daphne's turn to roll her eyes.
'Unless you two would like to kidnap and torture the information out of the man then yes. Look, Karakoff knows me. My family spent a lot of time over the years in the same social circles as him. While no that doesn't mean he trusts me, it should be enough to spin a believable tale about backstabbing you two and getting him to spill just enough.'
She could still feel their apprehension and it caused her to sigh. 'We need to know who the spy is. Karkaroff is our only lead and if he is the one, then this is the only way to prove it that won't end up alerting You-Know-Who that we're on to him.'
Grudgingly Hermione seemed to relent though Harry was still not convinced.
'Still I don't like you having to deal with him alone.' Her boyfriend grumbled.
'I'm not alone though am I?' She responded. Glancing around the hall she was walking down and seeing no one, the blonde stopped in her tracks and pushed her bum back into the invisible groin of her lover. The quiet grunt she received in reply had her giggling.
'I've got my big bad dragon slayer here backing me up.'
She began walking once more. Through their connection she could feel Harry hesitate momentarily before following behind her under his invisibility cloak.
'Minx' his voice growled back.
'Yes, yes she's a sexy witch now will you two please focus?!' Hermione piped up, sounding quite out of breath.
Daphne smiled internally, she could fight it as much as she liked but the bookworm was just as much of a horny slut as she was.
While she loved how much they had grown closer since she performed the ritual with the two the day after the Yule Ball. One thing she guiltily loved more than that was how easy to rile the other witch up. It was only too easy to send over perverted fantasies and lewd comments every minute of the day. Harry was only too happy to help as well. He too loved making the bookworm extremely flustered.
Even when Hermione brought up her Occlumency shields, Daphne was still able to goad her by slamming intense feelings of lust against the mental walls.
Her mental recollection was broken by Hermione's voice in her head once more.
'Karkaroff is there just like you said.' she muttered, referring to the empty classroom at the end of the hall. She was watching Harry's, in all honesty truly fascinating, map for the Durmstrang headmaster and any other individuals that might interrupt.
'Okay, we'll make our way in now.' Harry replied.
'Susan says remember to only activate the orb when you get him talking. It can only record up to a minute of footage and we don't want to waste it.'
The orb she referred to was safely snug in Harry's hands. It was an undetectable recording device that apparently the aurors were testing out with the Department of Mysteries. Susan had managed to convince her aunt to send one to her. Thankfully the woman only asked a handful of questions that Susan was able to deflect.
They planned on bringing the woman in for legal help but only when they had concrete proof. Harry didn't believe she could help at all but Daphne believed that was more his trust issues with adults talking. Susan assured them all that Amelia Bones would do everything she could to help once she knew of the danger, it was only a matter of gathering proof of it.
As they reached the door, Daphne took a breath before knocking thrice. A heartbeat passed before with a click the door was pulled open slowly. The sneering visage of Igor Karkaroff stood before her. His face twisted up into a cruel smile at the sight of her, yellowed and crooked teeth glaring ugily at her. Daphne internally shivered when she saw his beady black eyes blatantly rove over her body.
"Please come in Miss Greengrass." He drawled in his accented voice. Swinging the door open widely he stepped back and gestured for her to enter. She slowly stepped into the room, ensuring that she could feel the slight heat of Harry's body a step behind her.
'I'm right here love' His voice filtered in her head. She felt his hand squeeze her shoulder quickly, the action reassuring her greatly.
Before in the hall she had been so confident of her plan. Yet now as she was finally in his presence, her body was awash with nerves. She knew that with Harry next to her and her own prowess with a wand, they could more than handle the man if he tried anything. But still, the man's presence pierced her with unease.
She steeled her nerves. The Ice Queen of Slytherin was no coward. If Harry could face down a fire breathing monstrosity then she could confront a two-bit dark wizard with horrible dental hygiene. With a breath she began.
"Thank you for meeting me headmaster." She said with a slight bow of her head. "I'm sure you're wondering why I requested this private discussion."
"Indeed I am Miss Greengrass. Though your father and I have had a handful of dealings in the past, I did not consider myself lucky enough to have earned the company of his lovely daughter."
The same disgusting smirk sat atop his face and Daphne had to stop herself from grimacing.
"Unfortunately headmaster I did not request your presence on behalf of my father. I wished to speak to you about the tournament itself and… more discreet matters." She internally scoffed at his thought process. His 'dealings' with her father only extended to the small discount he received from the family apothecaries due to his status as the headmaster of Durmstrang. It would be the same deal given to any in the same position.
Karkaroff raised his eyebrow at her words. "Oh? And why would I wish to speak of such things? If you think I will be compelled to help out the idiot boy you have decided to unwisely grace with your company then you are sorely mistaken."
He was defensive about the tournament. Good. Defensive also means desperate. Any sign of something he can use to better Krum's position he would jump at the chance. No doubt the man was already trying every underhanded and backstabbing tactic he could that wouldn't strip either him or his champion of magic. If she could prove to be on Krum's side, on his side, then the man may feel lax enough to spill the info they needed.
"You're mistaken headmaster. Potter is a means to an end, nothing more. Even with Granger in his bed, he is like any other schoolboy. Flash a pretty smile and they'll hand over anything you wish."
Karkaroff nodded slowly, his eyes squinting in suspicion.
"And what end is he a means to exactly?"
He was guarded, but curious. Good. She could work with curious.
"I feel we both know which end it is headmaster. Despite his inexperience, Potter is powerful." She saw the man about to retort so she quickly continued. "I am not praising him, merely stating an observation. His power could end up being a threat to the… right people… if properly elevated."
The Bulgarian headmaster hummed thoughtfully. "And has it?"
"Hardly. He is an unsharpened sword, blunt but can still pierce with enough force."
'I don't hear you complaining when I pierce you with my sword.' Harry's voice filtered in. She beat his thought back with a mental slap. Only he would come up with an innuendo in a moment like this. God she loved him.
"I see. I do not understand why you bring this to me though? Any unruly power the boy may have, Victor is more than capable of handling. I ensure you that Potter holds not even a candle to my pupils prowess."
Daphne nodded, "Of course headmaster. Your champion's capabilities will surely see him claim the grand prize."
"Oh? No faith in your school's own champion?" He asked with a frown.
'He's suspicious. Flattery may work on him sometimes, but he's not an idiot. Pull it back.' Hermione hissed in her mind.
She fought down the slight panic at the truth of Hermione's words and continued on.
With an exaggerated sigh she spoke. "Headmaster forgive me but I must be honest. I care not for this silly tournament. Let Victor Krum take the glory, I care not. We both know that soon enough, school yard competitions will hardly matter."
"Speak plainly girl!" Karkaroff growled out, "If you did not come to me to aide my champion then why did you?"
"I speak of the old allegiances headmaster. The ones that will soon be brought back under our lord."
Daphne expected anger. Expected denial. She expected a lot. But what she did not expect was fear. The goateed man stepped back as if he was struck. An urgency filled him as his eyes grew wide and breath ragged.
"What did you say?!? What did you hear?!"
He stomped towards her in a panic. Daphne jumped back slightly in fear yet she had enough presence of mind to call off Harry who had been a hairs-breath away from stunning the man.
"Did your father tell you something?? About the Dark Lord's return?? No, no. Your father was too stubborn in his ways of neutrality during the last war, he would know nothing. What do you know??"
"Nothing headmaster! I just have heard the whispers. That's why I came to you. I knew you would be able to confirm them for me and maybe even pass along my work to the Dark Lord?"
A sharp brittle laugh echoed out from the man's lips.
"Foolish girl! You think you'll be rewarded by him? Know this. You better pray as I do that he does not return. You will know nothing but pain if you do so. He cares not for loyalty, only subservience. Spread your legs for Potter's secrets all you like but no matter what you find the Dark Lord would never reward such a stupid girl like yourself with power. He wants it for himself and damn everyone else."
"You do not agree with him then?" She asked quickly.
"About the mudblood plague? Of course I do! If the Dark Lord ever did something right it was exterminating as many of the vermin as he could. I too reveled in torturing and slaying as many as I could in his name. Yet it was always in his name. Do you have any idea what it's like to pledge yourself entirely to someone who could take your very like if the mood strikes him? Of course you don't you stupid girl! It is a noose around your neck that threatens to tighten everyday!"
"B-but the whispers!"
"I have heard very well of the whispers you mean." He ground through clenched teeth. She caught sight of his right hand twitching towards his left arm. His dark mark she assumed. "The whispers of a rat sneaking around Albania. You better hope they are just whispers girl. If they are not then I only offer one piece of advice. Run. Run far away and hide. I will surely do the same."
Without glancing back to her he swung open the door and stomped out. The wooden door slammed closed with a 'Bang!' and the room fell silent.
A breath of silence passed before suddenly the air beside her shimmered as Harry came into view once more.
"Well I think we can certainly rule that coward out as the spy."
Daphne nodded, taking a shaky breath. In truth she was moments away from cursing the sod if he had grown any more angered.
"Cowards can still be dangerous. We should keep an eye on him." She said with a slight tremble.
"Are you okay love?" Harry whispered into her ear, his hands rubbing up and down her arms comfortingly. The blonde leaned into him, the nerves leaving her body with every breath.
"Yes. That was just a little more intense than I expected."
"Well thankfully you won't have to perform anymore spy-work for the foreseeable future. C'mon let's get out of here." He said placing a kiss on her head. 'Hermione, are we good to leave?'
'No one in the hall or stairs at the moment. Did you get anything with the recording?' Hermione's voice filtered in.
'Yeah, though what good it will do us with Susan's aunt I don't know.'
'Well something is better than nothing. Come on up, we're waiting for you both. And Daphne? Great job, I'm proud of you.'
Daphne blushed at the compliment, Harry's chuckle at her red face causing it to deepen. They walked from the room hand in hand as they made their way up to the 7th floor.
Three days passed before Susan's aunt could make time to meet them. Harry had been adamant that they shouldn't even bother. In his eyes their evidence was paltry at best and he fully expected the Bones matron to laugh them out the building.
Hermione convinced him to at least let her hear them out. Even the tiniest bit of help would be better than nothing and they've worked with worse odds before.
So it was with a nervous tension that the group entered the Three Broomsticks. It was a Hogsmeade weekend so the sight of a group of students entering the pub was not out of place. Pushing past the crowd, Susan led them up to the counter where Rosmerta worked diligently to fill orders.
The pub owner spotted them after a moment as she filled to pints. "Oh Susan! Your aunt is waiting for you just up the stairs. Room number three dear!" Without even waiting for a response the matron rushed away to tend to more customers.
They ascended the stairs and made their way to the door mentioned. Susan looked back at the group and breathed out. "Just remember, she can be a bit intense but any questioning or doubting isn't her being malicious. She simply wants to know all the angles. Part of her job."
At their nod, Susan turned back and rapped her knuckles against the door.
A firm "Enter!" sounded out from behind the wood and Susan idle gently opened the door.
Upon entering they were greeted by the sight of a tall woman in a pressed set of professional maroon robes. The woman's auburn hair was tied up in a neat bun and her eyes surveyed each of them with a calculative look as they entered.
"Miss Greengrass, Miss Granger, Mr. Potter." She acknowledged each of them once the door closed. "A pleasure."
The woman turned and looked at Susan with a piercing gaze. Harry thought she may regard her niece in the same flat way she had them but soon the woman's face morphed into a loving grin before she opened her arms wide for the red head.
"It's so good to see you my sweet girl." Amelia said quietly as she wrapped her arms around her niece. "I know from your letters that your grades have been splendid, but how are you? Eating enough? Anyone causing you trouble?" Harry didn't miss the way her eyes snapped to him momentarily at that last part and he bristled internally at the woman's implications.
"'m fine auntie." Susan murmured. "Thank you for coming, I know you've been busy."
Amelia let out a short huff of laughter as she released her niece. "You have no idea. This bloody tournament has caused all sorts of issues. To make it worse Fudge wants all attention on it and is halting any auror investigations and training in favor of guarding the bloody events."
The woman let out a sigh before turning to the group as a whole.
"But you did not ask for this meeting to hear me complain. Before we begin I believe I am owed an explanation."
"Of course auntie! You see-"
"Not from you Susan." Amelia interrupted firmly. "From Mr. Potter."
The older witch turned her gaze to Harry's. Her grey eyes bore into his own yet he held her gaze. He didn't care who she was or how much sway she held, he would not be cowed by someone who didn't even know him.
"I understand that you have found yourself way in over your head with this tournament. Yet that does not give you leave to use my niece to try and up your standing in this ridiculous event. It is your fault you are in this mess not hers and I will-"
"Are you finished?!" Harry finally shouted. The glare he received in return was deathly but the woman remained silence.
"I don't know what notions you have about me Madame Bones but I can tell you now they're all wrong. Susan chose to help me of her own free will. I didn't goad her into anything! I certainly didn't use her!" He shouted. Blood boiled hot in his veins and it was only Hermione's hand grasping hard into his shoulder that stopped him from jumping to his feet.
"Did you not? Then how do you explain my niece's sudden need for an experimental recording device? Or the fact that shortly after I give her such a device she suddenly requests a meeting with me and the three of you?"
"Because we thought you could help!" Harry exclaimed.
"With what? Because no matter what you recorded I will not help you discredit your fellow competitor's simply to gain an upper hand in this tournament!"
"Aunt Amelia!" Susan cried.
"No Susan! I will not stand for it! I did not come here to entertain the power fantasies of some boy. I came here to set things straight and hopefully talk some sense into you!"
Daphne was the next to speak up, "Madame Bones perhaps if you would just let us explain!"
"Don't you get me started Miss Greengrass! Just wait until I inform your father of your involvement in this farce. Come Susan, we're-"
"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!" Susan screamed.
Madame Bones flinched as if she'd been struck. "Susan-"
"No Aunt Amelia! You have always taught me to treat others with an open mind! To never judge or make assumptions of another yet here you are doing the very same! And you won't even be quiet for five minutes to let them explain anything!"
Susan's breathing came out in heavy rasps, her own grey eyes alight with fury as she stared down her aunt. Taking time to settle her breath she regarded her aunt once more.
"If you would have let him or any of us speak we would have told you that Harry did not enter his name into this tournament. I know he didn't. I believe him and so will you." Susan said with finality.
Amelia stared back at her niece and Susan feared her aunt would go right back to throwing around accusations. But the woman just remained silent. The red head girl felt her frustration rise once more and with a turn of her head she addressed the others.
"C'mon, Harry was right this was a waste of time."
"Susan wait!" Amelia exclaimed. The Hufflepuff stopped in her tracks and turned to regard the older woman. With a sigh Amelia gestured for them all to sit.
"You're right. I did not give any of you the chance to defend yourselves. Especially you Mr. Potter and I apologize for that." She nodded to Harry, "Please, tell me what happened."
Harry looked at the others. Getting a nod from each of the girls he began.
"I didn't enter my name. I don't know who did or why but I can only guess it wasn't for very good reasons. This tournament has a long history of death and misery and I for one want no part in it but that choice was taken from me. So here I am trying my very best."
Amelia stared at him, searching his eyes for something before she nodded. "Okay, I believe you. Go on."
Harry sighed. "Look I understand your point of view. I do. Susan is your family and when you see some kid with a track record suddenly start hanging around her you freak. But I care for Susan. We are not close because I can get something from her, but because we enjoy each other's company. We value each other."
The Bones matron eyes narrowed at his words but said nothing, simply nodding along.
"We all care for Susan." Hermione piped up. "And we would do anything for her."
Daphne said as much herself next and the older witch seemed appeased somewhat at that.
"Now what about the recording orb?" Amelia questioned.
"That's where it gets complicated." Harry said. He gave Hermione a look which cause the bushy haired girl to reach into her bag and pull out said device.
"We have a lot to tell you Madame Bones." Daphne said.
In the end, it took over three hours to explain everything to the DMLE director and have her believe them at least somewhat. While the recording they showed her proved nothing, it did give credence to their claim of Voldemort still being alive. Harry and Hermione's own account of the last three years helped as well.
In the end the woman had left with a promise to look into things. Especially Karkaroff's comment about "the rat". They didn't tell her about Sirius or his lack of trial but Harry made damn well sure she at least had enough clues on where to look for more answers.
"Well that went better than I expected." Daphne sighed as they started their carriage ride back to the castle. Hermione raised her brow at the girl's words.
"That was better?"
"Well yeah. To be honest I fully expected the woman to throw us out on our arse. Susan excluded of course." Daphne said offhandedly.
Susan sputtered beside her. "She would not- Aunt Amelia is-"
"Susan I love you but Daph is right. If you hadn't stepped in she very well may have thrown us out." Harry. said with small laugh.
"Ooo yeah that was kickass Bones!" Daphne exclaimed. "You practically chewed your aunt a new one!"
Susan blushed at the praise but still managed a small smile.
They exited the carriage and trudged back up to the castle.
"Ugh who knew spending all day sitting and talking could be so exhausting." Daphne groaned. "I need to go. Me and Tracey are supposed to work on a charms project tonight."
"Me as well." Hermione said, "I have a tutoring session with Ginny and Demelza."
They exchanged goodbyes and the two girls left leaving Harry and Susan.
"I guess I'll go too I-"
Susan was cut off with Harry's lips upon hers. The red head squeaked in surprise but soon leaned into the kiss. Her lips melded against his and she hummed appreciatively at the feeling. Harry pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue pushed past her lips. His hands held firmly onto the supple flesh of her ass as his tongue fought hers for dominance.
Their kiss broke with a gasp from Susan. She could feel his length hardening as it pressed into her thigh.
"Bed?" Harry said.
"Bed." Susan responded firmly.
Their journey was filled with various gropes and passionate kisses pushed up against the stone walls. They had meant to make their way up to the 7th floor for the Room but one such kiss against a broom cupboard door ended that.
It was Susan who opened up the door and pulled him in. Harry, though, was the one to turn her around and push her against the wall, pulling her skirt up over her ass in the process.
His fingers brushed against her already moistened slit and the red head moaned loudly.
"Fuck so wet already and I've barely touched you." Harry whispered into her ear, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of her neck.
"T-then what are you waiting for?" Susan gasped back.
Instead of answering, Harry pulled her panties aside and plunged his cock between her folds. A long groan left the red heads lips as Harry hilted inside of her. His own mouth letting out a hiss at the feeling of her burning hot walls squeezing him in such an amazing way.
"F-fuck me!" Susan cried.
Harry gave into her request, grasping her wide hips tightly and beginning to plunge into her with hard deep thrusts. The slap of his hips meeting her plump ass filled the room. Harry was captivated by the sight of her pale cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. Her pussy squelched with the noises of his invading cock. Harry thought in the back of his mind that it was a strange noise to love but dear good did it turn him on. Just the thought that it was him who drove those wonderful noises from her wet cunt caused him to hammer his cock in harder all the more.
Susan was a mess of moans and whimpers. Her only conceivable thought was just to hold onto the wall from dear life as she knew without a doubt her shaking legs could not hold her. Harry's cock split her apart in so many lovely ways that her nerves could barely keep up with shockwaves of pleasure. Already it was mounting to a dense ball of heat in her core, rapidly growing closer to unwinding.
A loud cry exploded from her mouth after a particularly hard thrust finally released that hot ball. Her pussy clenched like a vice around him. Harry grunted at the pressure, the clamping of her slick walls almost sending him over the edge as well. Susan's moans turned to soft mewls as her orgasm ebbed away and droplets of her slick cum dripped onto the stone floor below.
Harry slowed his thrusts but never stopped. His cock pushed into her with a patient pace, revealing in the feeling of her fluttering walls.
"Merlin Susie you're so tight!" He exclaimed.
Susan grunted in response, "Mi-might just b-be your giant c-cock!" She cried.
Harry chuckled, bringing his hand down firmly upon one of her creamy globes. A small "Hng!" left the girl's mouth at the slap. The increasing thrusts of Harry's hips silencing her cry.
The messy haired wizards hand raised up and grasped a handful of her deep red hair. He tugged hard on the strands of silky thread, pulling deeply with every thrust. Susan was once more a puddle of grunts and whorish moans. Her giant tits were smashed up against the hard stone wall as her back bent with every hard pound of his cock.
Harry was an animal with his thrusts, each one smacking hard against her flesh. She knew not how long it went on for just that her pussy clenched and spasmed wildly with each and every climax that ripped through her. Her thighs were soaked with her juices, strings of the arousal pooling between their feet as Harry's balls slapped wildly against her clit.
Her lovers own grunts grew louder. His thrusts grew deeper and erratic and she knew he was close too. A thought ran through her mind. A fantasy she had envisioned many times.
"C-cum out-outside!"
"W-what?" Harry moaned into her ear. His breaths were ragged and Susan could tell he was barely hanging on. With as much strength as she could muster she pushed him off her. Dropping to her knees as quick as she could, she shakily turned and grasped his slick cock. Her hands worked frantically and she was rewarded moments later with a loud groan. Spurts after spurts of his thick white cum rained down onto her face.
The hot sticky substance painted her porcelain skin. Some of the creamy substance landed upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to gather the white liquid with her tongue.
Harry sighed as his own orgasm finally subsided. Staring down in wonderment, he took in the sight of his busty red head lover covered in his cum. It was quite possibly the greatest sight he's ever seen.
'Fucking ditto!' Daphne's voice shouted in his mind. 'Bloody hell I want to see you do that to Hermione next!'
'He will not!' The other girl shouted. 'Do you have any idea how hard it is to get cum out of your hair?'
Harry could only breathe out a laugh at their exchange as he watched Susan below him lick the cum from her lips.
Chapter 10: Care For A Dip?
The inky darkness of the Black Lake spanned out before her. Truly it earned its name. From atop the deck of one of the three viewing platforms, Daphne could just barely make out the form of her boyfriend standing between Diggory and Fleur Delacour. The anger buzzing off of him made her wince harder than the headache she currently had. She sent a small probe of comfort along their connection, hoping to reassure him.
In truth, Daphne was pissed as well. They had guessed long before that the "sorely missed" item would most likely be a person, they just didn't know who.
Of course it was Hermione though. The girl was the obvious choice and even Daphne could admit that. It didn't mean she had to like it. How dare those fucking idiotic officials take their girlfriend as some object for their bloody game? Both Harry and Susan agreed with her that if a single hair on Hermione's head was harmed in this task, all three of them would tear each and every one of the tournament runners a new one.
Once more Daphne fought down the nauseous headache that filled her skull. Whatever spell they used to sedate Hermione obviously completely cut off their connection and the vast emptiness from the usually occupied corner of her mind was debilitating. She knew Harry probably felt it much worse as his connection with the bookworm had much longer to strengthen.
Needless to say, she was doing all she could to ease that pain, if only just.
From below on the champion's deck, Harry turned and met her gaze instantly. No words were exchanged between their minds, instead, the boy just nodded and Daphne smiled back. He has this.
The canon blast sounded and as one, all four champions dove into the water. She saw Harry wade by the deck for a moment before a wince swept across his features and he too dove down. It was Susan's idea to use Gillyweed, though Daphne and Hermione had made sure to drill about three or four backup spells into the Boy Who Lived's head until they were satisfied.
Now all there was to do was wait. Beside her, Susan squeezed her hand, an action she returned. She turned her attention to the large viewing screen floating in front of their platform and watched on.
Harry swam as fast as he could. Even with the enhancements of the Gillyweed it wasn't enough. His mind was in a panic and he resorted to every spell he could to progress further. He went with an anchoring charm on various boulders and distant parts of the lakebed to use as a pivot point. Each time he would use all his might to yank himself forward, torpedoing past the aquatic scenery at blazing speeds.
Before long his shoulder was screaming in protest, but he ignored it. His one thought was to get to Hermione as fast as possible.
They had prepared for the eventuality that one of the girl's would be taken. While normally they could find each other thanks to the connection, Susan had yet to perform the ritual with them and plus they couldn't take the chance of the connection failing due to whatever charm utilized to preserve the hostages. So they placed various tracking charms on their bodies as well as a couple on their teeth as well. Harry even placed one on a piece of gum that he gave to Ron, knowing the redhead would most likely swallow it.
Luckily it seemed at least one made it through the ministry checks, as a soft ping in the back of his mind alerted him to Hermione's position at the centre of the lake. Shaking off the building fatigue, Harry pressed on.
It wasn't long before he finally made it to the outskirts of the large merpeople village. He stashed his wand back into his wrist holster, not wanting to antagonize any of the residents. As he made his way through the town and to the large temple in the center, Harry glanced down at his watch. 27 minutes left, plenty of time.
He made it to the large temple in record time. Tied by thick ropes bound to their ankles floated four unconscious people. Hermione and Cho he instantly recognized. The thin gaunt man and small silver-haired girl he did not, though he guessed that they were Victor and Fleur's hostages respectively.
'I found her.' He said quickly to Daphne. A small mental nudge was her only response yet the relief he felt in it was clear. Wasting no time, Harry flicked a quick cutting curse at the base of the robes, not willing to risk getting too close to Hermione's legs and hurting her. The curse hit true though, and the bushy-haired girl slowly started to float away from the temple.
He dashed forward and grasped the girl around her waist. Starting his ascent upwards, slowly just in case her body needed to adjust to the pressure difference. For good measure he sent a small spell towards her head, encasing her in a thick bubble of air.
However, as soon as the air hit the girl's face, her eyes snapped open and she started to trash wildly. Harry was knocked back both by her thrashing, but by the presence of her mind hitting him once more like a brick.
Shaking off the sudden disorientation, he reached forward trying desperately to steady the girl. 'HERMIONE! HERMIONE IT'S ME!" He screamed into her mind. Her movements slowed at his words, her head spinning around rapidly until her gaze finally landed on him. The equivalent of a sob leaked through along their bond, and Harry took a moment to wrap the girl in a quick hug.
They separated after a moment and with a nod from the bookworm, Harry once again started to help her ascend. It went by much quicker this time, with Hermione helping kick and the bubblehead charm protecting her from the worst of the pressure changes. They still stopped every now and then just in case, but it was only a few minutes later that they finally broke the surface.
The distant cheering of hundreds of students on the floating platforms met their ears and Harry couldn't help the proud smile on his face. Harry pulled the girl along, helping her stay afloat while they made their way back to the center platform. With the gills still embedded into the side of his neck, the teen had to dive back down to breathe effectively but only for a moment or two.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they made it to the edge of the platform. Harry pushed her up the ladder, helping her still-weakened limbs ascend the wooden pier. Madame Pomfrey appeared out of nowhere the second Hermione's feet hit the ground. The matron quickly wrapped the girl in a thick towel before eying him.
He simply smiled and tapped the side of his neck. Pomfrey rolled her eyes with a "Humph" before handing another towel to Hermione. "Make sure he uses this the second he gets out." Hermione's nod to her stern words seemed to satisfy the woman as she turned and walked off to prepare for the other champions.
It wasn't long before the surface of the water broke once more. Cedric and Cho were gasping for breath before they began their swim back. Krum and his hostage appeared only a few minutes after. Harry winced as Krum's upper half quickly changed back to normal, replacing the shark head that it had been previously. All that was left was Fleur.
Minutes ticked by and Harry began to worry for the French girl. He could feel the changes of the Gillyweed begin to slowly reverse, telling him the hour was soon drawing to a close.
Suddenly, a thrashing figure appeared in the center of the lake. Harry could just make out the person's silvery hair as they panicked. It was obvious Fleur was having trouble swimming and he didn't even think twice before speeding off towards her.
He reached her just as the cannon sounded marking the end of the hour. The girl's arms were swinging wildly while she spoke rapidly in french. Harry caught a slap to the face in her panic before he finally threw caution to the wind and encased her in his arms. He quickly stamped down the sudden excitement that coursed through his body as he felt her plush curves press into him. Fleur's eyes zeroed in on him, the cerulean blue orbs laced with tears. Her voice was laced in fear as she spoke. He couldn't understand her but she did keep repeating one word. Gabrielle.
"Hey! Hey, it's okay! I'll get her I promise." Harry glanced down and winced at the sight of blood pouring from her leg. There was no way she could safely get back to the platform with a wound like that. "Where's your wand?" He asked quickly.
The girl just whimpered and looked down at the water. Harry sighed in frustration before nodding.
He mentally pushed away Hermione and Daphne's angry shouts at his new plan. Daphne specifically promising him a very painful death if he went through with it. Odds were he would likely die doing this so no point in worrying about her threats.
The gills on his neck had already disappeared so he only had one option. Diving under the water, he quickly cast the bubble head charm on himself before shoving his wand in the girl's hand and casting the anchoring charm once more. Without warning, the curvy frame of the french girl was whisked away as she was pulled quickly towards the dock by an invisible tether of magic.
Harry psyched himself up before diving down. Now wandless his only option was to utilize the diving knife Sirius had sent him. It was a long way down to the mervillage, his rapidly failing Gillyweed webbed feet only helping so much. He persisted still, pushing past the burning in his lungs and the ache in his limbs.
After what felt like a century, he spotted the temple once more. Movement from around the village gates alerted him to an ongoing skirmish between the town guards and a wild pack of grindylows. The vicious squid like monsters must have been what attacked Fleur and he mentally swore not to get near the rabid things.
As he descended further to the temple he could finally make out the outline of the small girl. She was exactly the same as he had left her and his chest swelled with slight relief. He had feared the spell would wear off as the time ran out and the girl would drown. It would've really put a damper on his heroic efforts.
He reached the young Veela just as the last of the grindylows were fended off by the armored merfolk. However, just as he bag to hack away at the thick rope binding the girl to the stone foundation, one guard suddenly turned and spotted him. With a guttural scream, the rest of the guards were alerted to his presence and soon he had over a dozen angry merpeople swimming towards him with tridents and swords raised.
Harry didn't even try to reason with them, his fight or flight instincts kicking into over drive as he slashed wildly at the rope. The second the girl was freed, he grasped her tight and kicked upwards with all his strength. He didn't dare look down as he could hear the advancing merfolk getting closer and closer.
A cry left his lips when he felt a jagged sword slice into the flesh of his calf. He instinctively kicked downwards and was rewarded with a pained watery grunt as his foot met his attackers face. A shadow passed in his peripheral causing his gaze to snap upwards just in time to witness a trident sailing right towards his chest. He raised his arm in the nick of time and yelled in pain as the pronged staff sank into his flesh. Wildly he swung his knife, the sharp edge cutting a deep gash into the chest of the merfolk guard. It's scream of pain causing the others to hesitate for a moment.
A moment was all Harry needed. Focusing on his teachings with Daphne, he placed the knife between his teeth and aimed his palm downwards. A muffled BANG echoed through the water as an unseen force flew from his palm, blasting the mermen back and propelling him and the young blonde up like a rocket.
They broke through the water's surface with terrible speed. Harry used all his strength to keep them stay afloat as he shook off the ringing in his ears. He was suddenly made aware of the girl's now conscious state as small arms and legs began to kick and thrash against him. A wince crossed his features as one nasty elbow jab hit his numb right arm. The burning sensation in his hand increased tenfold at the contact and he knew without a doubt many of his fingers were broken from the panicked spell.
A small boat appeared next to them, and a pair of arms hauled him and the young girl up out of the water. He was too out of it to see who his rescuers were but at the same time he could hardly care. They were at the floating docks moments later. Harry was being held up by two sets of arms while another lofted Gabrielle up.
"Gabrielle!" A terrified voice cried. Within moments, the limping form of Fleur Delacour was upon her younger sister. Frantic hands swept over the young girl's body checking for any injuries while they exchanged words in rapid french.
Harry too was accosted by a worrying set of hands, this one belonging to an annoyed Hogwarts Healer.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and get yourself stabbed! Honestly, Mr. Potter if I didn't know any better I would assume you LIKE getting hurt!" The older witch exclaimed.
A chuckle died on his lips as she began to knife his skin with a wave of her wand. The feeling was unpleasant but then again getting stabbed in the first place was much worse. After she finished resetting the multiple fractures in his right hand, she forced a potion vial to his lips before nodding and handing him a towel.
"Visit me tonight for a check-up and keep any more physical altercations to a minimum."
"It's not like I go looking for them!" He sputtered defensively.
The matron simply raised her brow, "I wasn't talking to you." She said with a nod pointing behind him. Turning around Harry was suddenly faced with three very angry women.
It was Daphne who approached, the swat to the back of his head causing his ears to ring once more. "Hey she said keep it to a minimum!" He cried.
"Oh believe me Harry Potter! THAT was minimal compared to what I want to do to you! Of all the stupid bloody plans in the world you just have to pick the one that gets you stabbed!"
He made to defend himself when Hermione jumped in, "No she's right Harry so don't even try to argue! You can't even wait two minutes before swanning off to put yourself in danger again! And giving up your wand? Honestly!"
Harry winced at their words, "Fleur was hurt and she wouldn't have been able to make it back herself!"
"And the second officials saw that they would've sent over a boat like they did with you!" Susan joined in.
He was at a loss for words at that. With no viable argument forming in his head, he sagged in defeat and nodded. "I'm sorry. To each of you. You're right, I rushed in without thinking first. What's the point of being able to hear each other if I don't listen?"
Hermione walked forward and placed a hand of his cheek. "We just worry Harry, we're always going to worry. Just… please try to keep the stupid heroics to a minimum?" She said, a small smile forming as she finished her sentence.
Harry smiled back and nodded. Each of the girls leant down and helped him to his feet. His leg still ached and he had to lean heavily on Susan for support as he hobbled towards the judges. Dumbledore was the first to greet him, the old man's eyes flashing with concern before smiling.
"Ah Harry! Just in time for your scoring. Judges if we may?" The headmaster said as he turned back to the others. Bagman nodded eagerly before clearing his throat and casting a sonorous.
"WHAT A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE THAT WAS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO ME NOW AS WE JUDGE OUR FINAL CHAMPION AND HIS EXCEPTIONAL FEAT BELOW THE LAKE!"
One by one the judges gave their scores. Dumbledore, Bagman, and Maxime all gave perfect 10s, while Percy gave him a 9, and Karkaroff a 6 plus a nasty glare. The boo's the sneering headmaster received only fueled his glare. Regardless of the unfair score, Harry was now tied with Cedric.
In his current state, Harry could hardly find the strength to care. He barely acknowledged the many well-wishers and congratulatory handshakes as he began to sink deeper and deeper into Susan's grasp.
"C'mon, let's get you somewhere you can rest. You're exhausted." Susan whispered worriedly in his ear. Hermione and Daphne helped hold him up as they made their way towards one of the enchanted ferry boats. However, before they could step on a melodious voice sounded from behind them.
" Veuillez patienter! Wait!"
They turned as one and witnessed the still-wet form of Fleur Delacour chasing after them with her sister in tow. The pair stopped two steps away from the group yet Fleur barely even hesitated to throw her arms around Harry.
" Merci! Merci! You saved her when I could not!" Without warning the blonde bombshell grasped his face and placed a searing kiss on his lips.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Daphne cried as she pushed the older witch away. "Bloody hell maybe ask next time?" Harry was too stunned to speak, his already fuzzy mind clouding over more from the heated kiss.
"She didn't mean it like that Daph, leave it be." Hermione said in the girl's defence, though she too wore a nasty glare.
Fleur had the decency to look sheepish before she perked up. "Oh! Your wand!" She said, reaching between the valley of her breasts before pulling the thin wooden stick out. "Thank you for letting me use it. I am saddened over the loss of mine but would trade it again in a heartbeat to keep Gabrielle safe."
Daphne reached out for him to claim the wand. If it hadn't have earned him an angry glare he would've laughed at the way the girl wiped down the wooden handle with her shirt, as if the essence of the French girl's breasts would remain on it.
With one last parting " Merci " the two Beauxbaton students left and they settled into their boat.
The three girls immediately brought him to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey already had a bed ready for him. After another round a disgusting potions, the matron waived the three girls off to go to dinner leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.
Well not just his thoughts.
'I still can't believe the audacity of that French hussy!' Daphne mentally growled.
Hermione's faint sigh resounded along their bond, 'So you have said a hundred times in the last hour alone love. Let it go.'
'I can't! She just kissed him as if his girlfriends weren't standing right there! And YOU!' The Slytherin exclaimed, 'Don't think I didn't feel your cock jump up the second that slut pressed her lips against yours!'
Harry rolled his eyes, 'Maybe I was just excited from your's and Susan's breasts pressed into me? They are quite lovely after all.'
A disbelieving 'Mhm' was his only response and thinking the conversation was over Harry leaned his head back to get sleep.
'But still, who does she think she is?! That French bitch needs to learn her place!'
Harry groaned at his girlfriend's arguments. 'And how do you suppose she does that? We're not going to let you attack her love.'
'Merlin I'm obviously not going to attack her! I'm just saying the snooty bitch needs to learn that she is not even worth your time! Weren't you the one telling me how much her "little boy" comment pissed you off?'
Harry did concede her point there, the small barb the French girl had sent his way after the selection of the champions irked him more than he liked to admit. But that was before he got to know her!
'God you make it sound like a cheap porno. What she insulted Harry's pride and attacked your's as well so now you two have to fuck her stupid to put her in her place?' Hermione muttered.
There was an audible pause before the blonde's voice filtered in once more. 'Well when you put it that way…'
'Are you serious?! You literally just sat there complaining about the girl kissing our boyfriend and now you want him to FUCK HER?!?'
'Well not more than once! Just enough for Harry to turn the bitch into the screaming whore she is and then leave her begging for more! I mean come on, imagine having the bitch pleading for another taste of his giant cock only for us to deny her every time!' Daphne cried, her voice sounding suspiciously breathless.
Harry was surprised with Hermione's lack of response. 'Don't I get a say in this?' He asked.
'No, you lost that right when you stupidly dove after her sister with nothing but a bubblehead charm and knife! Don't even act like this is some huge sacrifice on your part either, I know your cock is already hard thinking about it.'
Harry grumbled under his breath with a pout, trying to secretly adjust the uncomfortable tent that had formed in his pants. Just because she was right didn't mean he had to admit it.
With a mental smirk, Daphne continued. 'So? Hermione? Are you in or out?'
He could feel Hermione's mental turmoil before the girl sighed internally. 'Fine, but only if Susan agrees! And we won't force Fleur to do anything she doesn't want to do.'
'Agreed.' Daphne said instantly.
Harry could only sigh.
It was hours later that Harry was finally able to drift off to sleep. Susan, Daphne, and Hermione had all come to visit him after dinner as well, Ron, Ginny, and the Twins in tow. It was awkward at first with his three girlfriends and friends really interacting for the first time, but soon enough Fred and George had unwound the tension by cracking a few jokes and bragging about their gambling winnings. Apparently, Harry doing stupid shit was very profitable for them.
After the others left, Harry was able to spend time with the three girls. Daphne was still slightly upset with him but she was eventually won over with a senseless snog session.
It was after said snog that he learned that apparently, Susan had agreed to their plan. The redhead barely even looked ashamed when she admitted it and Harry suspected that the girl was still hiding a few more kinks than just the breeding one.
The group of girls were eventually thrown out by the no-nonsense matron and Harry was left in silence once more. He would have gone to sleep then and there but his partners had other ideas. Hermione was of the opinion that he still needed to be punished, which she did so by opening their connection fully as she stripped Daphne and Susan both bare in the room of requirement.
The following three hours had been filled with such agonizing wonderful sights of his three girlfriends piled together on a plush mattress while they passionately fucked each other's brains out.
The sight of Hermione eagerly lapping at Susan's dripping folds while Daphne relentlessly fingered her was euphoric. Yet his own straining arousal was less so. Hermione wouldn't even allow him to cum when she or Daphne did as both girls would instantly cut off the connection the second a climax tore through them.
His frustration raged almost as hard as his cock. He knew his hand would be useless at that point, yet he still tried. Yet even after he tried rubbing himself to completion for half an hour, he still could not finish as his hand was nothing compared to the bountiful curves and tight cunts on display in his mind. They even upped the ante by adding toys to the mix. Seeing Susan buggered by a strap-on wearing Daphne almost broke him and it was with that sight that he finally closed his side of the connection and tried to sleep.
It took some time, his head was flooded with hormones and endorphins that made him want to do anything but sleep. He tossed and turned for hours, fitfully seeking rest that would not come. Eventually, his exhausted body won out and he dozed away with a still aggravatingly hard erection.
The door to the hospital wing creaked open slowly. A hooded figure crept into the dark ward with silenced footsteps. Their gaze swept through the hall, searching for anything out of place. With a whispered word, a blue-colored spell shot forth from the figure's borrowed wand and splashed across the door to the matron's quarters. Now satisfied with their work, the shadowy silhouette stalked forward towards their prize.
Harry's fitful sleep was broken up in splashes of vivid dreams. Visions of his three beautiful girlfriends in various lewd positions formed in his mind. From Hermione's perky tits, to Daphne's sculpted ass, and Susan's reddish pink pussy, scenes of them all flashed before his eyes.
With each passing second the visions became more vivid and with it so did the feelings. He could feel the tightness of Daphne's pussy as she came around him, the fullness of Susan's bum as she bounced atop him, and the velvety wetness of Hermione's mouth.
That last scene stuck with him as, slowly but surely, the dredge of sleep began to leave and the real world reformed around him. Yet curiously, the warm feeling of his cock encased between a pair of warm lips stayed.
A groan passed through his drowsy lips causing the wet slurps atop his cock to pause for a moment before continuing with vigor.
With his vision blurred from sleep and lack of glasses, Harry could only make out the distinct colour of his mystery partner's blonde hair. He smirked as he leaned back, his hand coming up to rest on the girl's head.
"Fuck I knew you wouldn't be able to resist." He moaned out.
A muffled feminine giggle emanated from his crotch. The girl pulled off his cock with a slurp, her hand coming up to keep pumping his shaft.
" Oui~" Came the breathy reply.
Like a switch that had been flipped, Harry was instantly awake and alert.
"Fleur?!"
Jumping up, he quickly pushed the French girl off his lap before grabbing his glasses quickly and shoving them on his face. Before him lay the stunning form of Fleur Delacour, garbed in only a silky hooded bathrobe. The robe was tied loosely around her waist and her large breasts practically spilled out. He could just make out the faint pink of one of her nipples peeking out from the edge of the robe. The silky material travelled further down, hugging her curvaceous figure tightly before ending just below her ass. There wasn't;t a doubt in his mind that if the girl shifted even slightly, he would get a full view of her womanhood.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He exclaimed.
The French witch looked at him in confusion. "I thought it was obvious? You were enjoying it non?"
"Because I thought you were Daphne! Bloody hell, why would you sneak into the hospital wing just to give me a blowjob?!"
Fleur gave no reply, simply staring back with a thoughtful look on her face
'Dap-'
'Daphne…'
"DAPHNE!"
With a gasp, Daphne jolted awake, a panicked expression on her face. Her heart raced at the sight of her girlfriends staring back at her with concerned expressions.
"Wha- w-at's g'ing on?" She croaked, voice heavy with sleep.
"Fleur made a move on Harry!" Susan blurted out.
At the redhead's words, Daphne's eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, the Slytherin girl dove into Harry's mind to double-check, and sure enough, there sat the silvery-haired girl clad in an ill-fitted robe. Hot anger coursed through her veins at the sight and with a growl she jumped to her feet, ignoring her very obvious state of undress.
"That- that conniving little- UGH! I'm going to KILL HER!" Daphne screamed.
Hermione was on her feet in a flash, quickly stepping in front of the blonde's path to the door. "Love just wait!"
"No! It's not enough that the bitch kisses our boyfriend in front of us, but then she sneaks into his fucking hospital bed and tries to blow him?!"
"I know! Trust me I know! But remember our plan?" Hermione pleaded.
Daphne just scoffed. "You think I'm going to let her fuck him? After I'm done with her she'd be lucky to even breathe the same air as him!"
"We understand Daph!" Susan exclaimed behind her. The redhead ran up next to Hermione, her giant breasts jiggling with each step and even Daphne in her current state of mind would admit she was half tempted to hold the redhead down and molest her chest. "But just think about it for a sec! Right now, Harry has the chance to give her a taste. To fuel her desires and leave her wanting more, meaning the withdrawal from full-blown sex will be even more devastating!"
Daphne paused at the Hufflepuff words. "Maybe, but still what she did-"
"Might give Harry the wrong idea! If you go down there as angry as you are now, he might think you're furious at him for cheating! He'll blame himself! So let's not put him in that position. We'll give him our consent and let him enjoy himself tonight…"
The blonde still didn't totally like the idea, but it was better than the alternative. With a sigh she nodded.
"Fine. I guess we did rile him up pretty badly anyway…"
Both girls hugged her as one and she lovingly leaned into the embrace. The moment was ruined however by Susan's loud squeak.
"AH! Daphne!"
"What? It's not my fault you have an ass to die for Bones! What am I supposed to do? Not squeeze it?!"
Harry stood there as he waited for the girl to answer. She seemed lost in thought at the moment but soon refocused her gaze back to him.
"I am, as you english say, 'paying my debt' non? You saved the life of not just me, but sweet Gabrielle as well. I love my sister more than anything 'Arry, so I believe you deserve this. So détendez-vous ." Fleur purred as she crawled towards him.
He made to argue against her, to tell her to leave or even call for Madame Pomfrey if need be, but before he could Hermione's voice invaded his senses.
'It's okay love. Enjoy yourself for the night, we have a plan for her remember?'
Reluctance still hung heavy in his chest, plan or not it still felt like cheating. Yet as one both Daphne and Hermione flooded his mind with reassurance and love. The wave of affection banished away his guilt and he sent back his own flash of love.
Back in reality, Harry allowed Fleur to pull him back to the bed. The smirk on her face was entirely too smug but he said nothing. Her dainty hands reached forward and, with a tug, once more freed his inflated member.
" C'est énorme…" The blonde girl whispered. She marvelled at his cock for a few moments, her hands coming up to grasp it almost tenderly. Her grasp gave way to soft strokes as she studied his cock, each one causing Harry to release a small gasp.
The silky wetness of her tongue surprised him. The French witch used her wet muscle to lash out with fast licks along the underside of his cock. Her licks soon grew longer and more intense as she went. Before long her lips were joining her tongue as she placed wet kisses up and down his length. If Harry didn't know better, he would swear she was enjoying this more than he was. Her hot breath cascaded across his sensitive flesh with every touch of her tongue, small moans and mewls escaping her plump lips as she tasted more of his cock.
Finally, after lathering her tongue across every square inch of his cock, Fleur rose her head high before diving her mouth down upon his thick cock once more. Harry groaned out at the feeling, her velvety mouth was a heaven of warmth and silliness. She was a master of her own movements, twisting her head with every swallow of his length. Her tongue writhing on the sensitive underside as she took him in deep. His cock head was continuously slamming into the back of her throat yet not a single gag wracked her body. Whether it was a personal talent or one from her Veela heritage, Harry didn't know.
His own gasps and moans were joined by the lewd wet sounds of her sucking him with vigour. Slurps and squelches leaked from her spit-soaked lips. Soon, however, Harry learned that was not the only pair of lips they leaked from. It was only due to his intense familiarity with his girlfriends' bodies that he recognized the musky smell of arousal. Peering into the darkness he could just make out the shimmery material of her night shift pulled up above her shapely ass and her arm moving rapidly between her thighs. The realization that the blonde bombshell was rubbing herself into a moaning mess while blowing him caused a shock of pleasure to spike through his hard member.
With a jerk of his hips, his cock pushed further into the French witch's mouth and into her throat. Fleur's eyes widened at the intrusion, her mind panicking for a second as her airway was suddenly cut off. Yet when she heard the deep moan that the action drew from his mouth, she persisted.
The incredible tightness of her throat added with the silky caress of her mouth was overwhelming for Harry. Now, with every plunge of her mouth upon his cock, her nose would press upon his stomach and her tongue would lash out against his balls. He knew without a doubt she wouldn't last much longer no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.
As it turned out, Fleur was in the same boat as him. She didn't know why her body reacted in such a way to a simple blowjob, but the second her mouth had descended upon him it was like her senses were dialled up to an 11. Each touch of his upon her body or taste of his skin sent waves of arousal down her spine and wrapped around her core. Within seconds her pussy had been drenched and practically begging for release. Her hand worked furiously as she swallowed his cock, frantically rubbing her sensitive nub before throwing caution to the wind and sinking her fingers deep in her own tight snatch. Now as her fingers pumped more and more wildly into her cunt, so too did her head upon his cock.
Harry gave her no warning when his release finally came. Instead, he seemed content to grasp a bundle of her silvery hair tightly while he pressed her face as far as it would go onto his cock. With a throaty groan, he erupted into her awaiting mouth. Torrents of his hot seed splashed down her throat. His cum filled her mouth as she tried her best to swallow every last drop.
Her own scream of pleasure was muffled by his pulsating cock, yet the slippery wet sounds her pussy made as her juices sprayed out around her fingers were not. Fleur's hips bucked wildly against her hand, her mouth joining in with her jerk movements as she desperately sucked his climaxing cock like her life depended on it.
Finally, just as the last droplets of cum were being scooped up by her tongue, so too did the twitches and shakes of her cunt. With one last long suck, the French witch pulled off his cock with a 'pop!' before placing a lingering kiss on his softening tip.
She looked up at him with a dazzling smile, blue eyes still shining with barely held-back lust.
"We must end it here tonight I'm afraid but worry not 'Arry… I am not done thanking you yet~" She purred. With a surprising amount of grace, the girl stood from the bed, not even trying to cover the large swell of her gravity-defying breasts that had slipped free from their prison.
With a wink and a blown kiss, the French girl was gone and Harry was left alone once more. He sighed as he slumped back down on his bed, wracking his brain for any sort of answer to the last few hours' events.
Fleur smirked as she quickly closed the door to the medical wing. She planned to simply give the boy a quick blowjob and be done with it. Nothing could have ever prepared her for the absolute monster that was between the Boy Who Lived's legs, nor the panty-soaking arousal she felt just from thinking about it.
She needed more, and she planned to get more very, very soon.
Lost in her thoughts she failed to notice the two shadowy shapes as she turned the corner. A squeak of surprise flew from her lips, joined by a cry of surprise as she was suddenly bound by thick robes from behind.
With eyes blazing in fury she dashed her gaze up to face her attackers. Yet when the sweetly smiling faces of Harry Potter's three girlfriends came into view, that fury quickly turned to fear.
"Ms. Delacour I believe there are a few things we need to discuss." The bushy-haired one said politely. The evil grin spreading across the blonde one's face did little to reassure her though.