The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students moved about, eager for the upcoming Yule Ball. Harry Potter walked the castle corridors with quiet confidence. His broad shoulders and Quidditch-trained body made him stand out without trying. While other boys nervously debated who to ask, Harry wasn't worried. He knew he'd find the right girl. He just hadn't decided who yet.
As he turned a corner near the library, a soft voice caught his attention. Curious, he stepped into the shadows of a nearby alcove.
"I just don't understand, Elizabeth" Fleur Delacour said, her French accent filled with frustration. "Every boy here is the same. They look at me like I'm a prize, not a person. They don't see past the way I look."
The Ravenclaw girl beside her spoke "You just need someone different. Someone who sees more than that. There has to be one guy here who's not affected."
Fleur sighed. "If there is, I haven't met him. I want someone normal. Someone who sees me as Fleur, not a Veela goddess."
Harry felt a smirk tug at his lips. That Veela charm that sent other boys into a daze had never touched him. She was stunning, no doubt, but he wasn't so easily swayed. He stepped from the shadows and cleared his throat. The two girls jumped slightly. Fleur turned, her silvery blonde hair catching the light.
"You know," Harry said "I couldn't help overhearing. Sounds like you've had a rough time finding a date for the ball."
Fleur's blue eyes narrowed."And what of it, Harry Potter? Are you here to offer your services as another admirer?"
Harry laughed and shook his head. "Not exactly. I just thought you might like to know there's at least one guy here who's not losing his mind over your Veela charm." He met her eyes. "You're gorgeous, Fleur. That's obvious. But that's not why I'd ask you to the ball."
Her lips parted in surprise. Her friend gasped quietly next to her. A tense silence settled between them as Fleur looked at him. Her surprise eventually turned into a sly smile.
"Oh? And you believe you're different?" she asked, stepping closer. Her movement was smooth and almost too graceful. "Maybe you don't understand what you're saying. My allure isn't something school boys can resist."
"Try me,"
Fleur's eyes shined. She didn't say anything. Instead, she let the magic build. Her friend stepped back, her cheeks red.
"Are you done?" Harry asked, his voice cutting clean through the moment.
Fleur blinked. For once, she didn't have a response.
"You're… interesting," she said softly, before she could stop herself.
Harry's smile got bigger. "Happy you think so. What do you think? "Do you want to go to the ball with me?"
Fleur hesitated for only a short time. "Yes," she said finally, a small smile on her face.
"Harry Potter, you can come with me. But don't think I'll make it easy for you."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
The Yule Ball was everything Hogwarts said it would be: a big, shining show with music, dancing, and laughter that lasted all night. As soon as Harry and Fleur walked into the Great Hall, everyone turned to look at them.
Fleur was wearing a beautiful silver dress that hugged her body and showed off her full, generous tits. She was drawn to Harry's easy confidence. The light illuminated the material of her dress, causing everyone to notice every movement she made. They danced, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The world around them faded away as they smiled at each other and brushed each other in a seductive way.
The relationship between them grew more intense as the evening went on. Fleur was taken aback at how much she had let her guard down. Harry's witty commentary and real interest in her stories made her laugh, which was a light, joyful sound that turned heads in the ballroom. As the dances went on, the moments between them became more and more personal. Fleur leaned closer to Harry and touched his arm with her fingers as they talked.
When the music changed to a slower song, Harry held out his hand. His green eyes gleamed under the hall's enchanted ceiling.
Fleur took his hand, and her breath paused when he pulled her close. Fleur leaned her head against Harry's shoulder for a moment and inhaled in the faint scent of his cologne. Harry's hand slowly moved down her back, and his hand gripped the curve of her ass. Fleur tightened for a moment, but then she eased up and laughed quietly. As they danced, she could feel Harry's growing arousal pushing against her thigh. Her cheeks turned red, but a shy smile pulled at her lips.
"I see you are enjoying zis dance," she whispered. Harry smiled at her with a shy but charming smile, and Fleur felt a new heat building in her chest and lower as their new found chemistry developed more and more. The world seemed to get smaller, and it was just the two of them in a warm, cozy space.
Fleur remained by Harry's side after the last song ended and the Great Hall started to empty. She was not ready for the night to end. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Come with me."
Harry went outside with her into the cool, moonlit night. As they walked down the stone steps to the Black Lake, their hands brushed against each other every now and then. The air was cold, and their breath made little clouds that dissipated into the dark. Fleur turned to face him when they got to a quiet spot by the water. Her cheeks were red from the chill and thrill of the night.
"Thank you," she said, her voice soft but full of emotions. "Tonight has been…magnificent." You have given me what I thought was impossible.
"And what's that?" Harry asked.
Fleur replied, "A night where I felt like myself," her blue eyes shining in the moonlight. She thought about it for a second, then a sly smile crossed her lips. "I think you deserve a reward."
Fleur came closer, her fingers trailing up his chest, then slipping down with purpose. She moved slow, teasing, like she wanted him to feel every second of it. Her hands found his belt and unbuckled it with practiced ease. She paused, eyes lifting to meet his. There was mock sympathy in her voice, but the heat underneath it was real.
"You were… having a hard time during the dance," she said. "I could feel it. And I have to say, I feel a little sorry for you." Her lips curled. "Let me fix it."
She knelt in front of him. The moon lit her skin in soft glints. With a single tug, she pulled the top of her dress down and bared her tits full, high, flushed from the cold. Her nipples were already stiff.
Harry's mouth went dry.
"Here," he muttered, wand already in his hand. A quick wave. "Focillo."
Warmth swept over them like a breath. Fleur moaned at the sudden relief, the contrast making her shiver. She looked up at him, her face full of heat and something deeper. Gratitude, maybe. Lust, absolutely.
"You're sweet," she murmured. "Now let me be sweet too."
She leaned in without waiting. Her hands braced on his thighs, then her mouth went to his balls. She kissed them first, then sucked one into her mouth, slow and wet. Her tongue circled, greedy, reverent. Harry groaned, head tipping back as her silver hair spilled across his hips.
She moaned around him, the low vibration making him twitch in her hand. Her lips slipped off with a wet pop, only to drag her tongue across the soft, swollen skin before taking the other into her mouth. Slow. Devoted. Like she wanted to worship every inch of him.
Her movements were shameless. Her tongue flicked and licked, mouth sucking with lewd, slick sounds. She moaned again, breath catching on each exhale like she was getting off on the taste. Her hand never stopped stroking him perfectly in time with the rhythm of her mouth.
Harry looked down and nearly groaned. Fleur's flushed face was pressed against the base of his cock, one cheek resting soft against him while the other cradled the thick length. Precum streaked her skin, mixing with the wet shine on her lips and chin. Her mouth was open slightly, breath warm, eyes heavy with want.
Fleur pressed her cheek against him, tongue dragging up the length in one slow lick. "So big," she said, soft and breathless, almost smiling. She kissed the tip, then dropped back to his balls, mouthing them like she couldn't pick a favourite. Wet and messy, open-mouthed, uncaring who heard.
Harry looked up. A few students were walking past, glancing and moving on.
But not all of them.
Three boys stood further off. Robes dark, crests catching the light. Slytherins. They weren't subtle. One leaned forward, elbowed the other, said something that made them snort. They didn't blink. Just stared, grinning, watching Fleur like she was putting on a show just for them.
"Bloody hell," one of them said out loud. "Is that Fleur Delacour? Lucky bastard."
Fleur pulled back, lips parting with a quiet pop. Her breath came fast. She looked up, eyes bright, tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
She shifted, rising slightly, adjusting her posture without breaking eye contact. Her hands slid up her body, fingers closing around her breasts. She lifted them, pressing them together until the soft weight spilled over her palms.
"I zink we can make zis even better, non?" she said, voice smooth and warm. "Let me show you."
Harry watched her, calm and focused. He'd known there was something under the surface, something sharp beneath all that grace. This wasn't new. This was Fleur without the mask. Wet, hungry, ready to be used. Not the good girl everyone thought she was. Just a slut, finally showing her truth.
Fleur leaned in and pressed her tits around his cock, skin warm and slick against him. She squeezed them together, trapping him in a soft, perfect grip. Harry let out a low groan, one hand finding her shoulder to steady himself.
She looked up and grinned, loving the way he reacted. Then she started moving, slow at first, dragging his cock between her breasts. Spit and precum made it easy. The slide was smooth, almost too much. Harry clenched his jaw, trying to hold on.
"You like zis, 'Arry? You like my body on you?"
"Fuck, Fleur." His voice came out rough. "You're amazingl."
Her smile deepened. She pressed her breasts tighter and picked up the pace. Every time the head slipped free, she leaned in and licked it, tongue quick and filthy. Her moans came louder now, each one matching the rhythm of her movements, like she needed it just as much as he did.
"You're so hard," Fleur moaned. "So big… you feel perfect between my tits." She tilted her head, breath brushing over his cock, adjusting her grip as her hands pressed her breasts tighter around him.
Harry couldn't look away. Her body, flushed and shining under the moonlight, moved with purpose. Every slick sound, every soft moan hit him deep. She wasn't pretending. She wanted this. Needed it.
Her tongue slipped out again, licking across the tip before she whispered, "You taste so good, mon cher. I don't want to stop."
"Fuck, you're going to wreck me,"
Fleur laughed quietly, eyes burning. She leaned closer, one hand steady at the base while her tongue traced him slow, licking along the underside. She moaned as she moved, mouth open, spit catching the light as it ran down his shaft. Every kiss, every drag of her tongue, was soaked in hunger.
Her lips parted and she took him into her mouth, slow at first. She sucked gently, cheeks hollowing as she began to move. Her tongue slid along his length with focused control, each stroke drawing a low sound from his chest. The wet suck of her mouth filled the air, broken only by her soft whimpers and the rough edge of his breathing.
She looked ravenous. Her mouth stretched wide, spit pooling at the corners as she pushed herself deeper. Each time she slid forward, she took more of him, until her lips kissed his base and her throat clenched around him. She moaned deep and loud, her nose brushing his skin as her tongue coated his balls.
Harry groaned, fingers digging into his hips. His head tipped back.
"Fuck yeah…"
She didn't let up. Her pace picked up, her mouth gliding over him with messy, determined hunger. Every time she bottomed out, her throat tightened. Every moan sent another jolt through his spine. She licked and sucked without missing a beat, completely lost in it.
Harry looked down. Her hair was everywhere, silver and wild. Her flushed face moved with focused rhythm, lips wrapped tight around him. He reached down and gathered her hair in one fist, pulling it back to clear her face. The view hit him like a punch. Pure satisfaction, raw and beautiful.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as he started to move, hips rocking forward to meet her. Fleur moaned around him, the sound muffled and thick as his cock pushed deeper into her throat. The sensation hit hard. Her throat clenched, spit coating him, every noise she made obscene and eager. He moved again, rougher this time, his balls tapping her chin with each thrust, her mouth slick and wide open for him.
Her hands left his thighs, slipping to her chest. She cupped her tits, fingers closing around them as if she needed something to hold. A muffled moan escaped her lips as she pinched her nipples, hips twitching beneath her. With every thrust, her breasts bounced in her palms, the movement adding to the messy rhythm of the act.
Harry felt it rising fast, tension coiling low in his gut. His thrusts slowed as the edge crept closer. Breath ragged, he looked down at her. "I'm close," he said, voice rough. "I want to finish… on your face."
Fleur moaned, hands squeezing her tits as she pulled off him with a gasp. She leaned back on her knees, tilted her face up. Her tongue slid out, teasing her lip, eyes locked on his.
"Do it, 'Arry," she whispered, panting. "I want all of it."
That look shattered what little control he had left. He grabbed his cock and stroked fast, one hand braced on his thigh as his body jerked, breath catching.
Fleur didn't blink. Her fingers played with her nipples as she waited.
Harry groaned, deep and hoarse, as he came. Hot ropes splashed across her cheeks, lips, her tongue. She moaned and let it drip, eyes fluttering closed as she rolled her tongue through the mess.
When it was done, he stood over her, chest rising hard. Fleur looked up, cum streaking her face, a drop sliding down her chin. She licked the corner of her mouth, then smiled.
"Magnifique," she murmured, voice soft and full of heat.
She leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. He twitched. She took him back into her mouth without a word, licking him clean. Her tongue moved slow, precise, savoring every inch.
Harry's fingers flexed. The sight of her face messy, mouth full, still moaning as she cleaned him sent another jolt straight through him. She sucked him down to the base, then pulled off with a soft pop. Her flushed face gleamed, eyes bright.
"Perfect," she said, licking a stray drop from her lip, hand pushing back her hair.
Harry chuckled, breathless. "That was… incredible."
Fleur wiped her face with a grin. "Obviously," she said, eyes sparkling. "Who else could make it zis… unforgettable?"
He laughed, shook his head, and reached for her hand.
"Unforgettable doesn't even cover it."