Chapter 20
Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers as he followed Dumbledore into the Room of Requirement.
"I apologize for taking so long, but it's best to be cautious," the headmaster said. "We don't know how much control the Horcrux has over the Time-turner or how the damage it's sustained will affect its capacity for time travel."
"Do you know how we're going to destroy it?" Harry asked.
"I believe the Sword of Gryffindor will do nicely," Dumbledore smiled. "Are you familiar with the properties of Goblin-made silver?"
"Not really," Harry admitted.
"Goblin silver is heavily enchanted," Dumbledore explained. "It only takes in that which makes it stronger and rejects that which makes it weaker. It's why you will never see Goblin silver rust. Knowing that, can you tell me why we will be using the Sword of Gryffindor?"
Harry frowned thoughtfully for a moment and thought back to the last time he'd used the sword. The problem was he hadn't used the sword to destroy the diary. He'd used a fang from the Basilisk.
"The Basilisk!" he exclaimed. "I used the sword to kill it."
"Precisely," Dumbledore smiled. "When you stabbed the Basilisk through the roof of its mouth, you embued the sword absorbed the venom, imbuing it with its properties."
"Remind me not to try shaving with it then," Harry said.
Dumbledore chuckled as they rounded a corner and continued through the maze of junk.
"When the time comes, you will destroy the Horcrux with the sword while I protect the Time-turner," he said after a moment. "I'm unsure what would happen if it were to be destroyed, nor am I eager to find out. For today, however, I simply need to test which protection to use. Time magic is a funny thing and has a tendency to react oddly with some spells."
"What do you need me to do?" Harry asked, his finger running eagerly along the shaft of his wand.
"You will be watching my back," Dumbledore said. "The Horcrux will no doubt be displeased with our presence and try to stop us. Even in this state, Tom is not to be underestimated."
"Right," Harry nodded.
Turning the corner, the bust wearing the Diadem and Time-turner came into view. The magic around it was palpable, sending a shiver down his spine. The Ruby set into the Diadem glinted at their approach, giving Harry the unpleasant sensation they were being watched. His scar began to prickle as he stared at it.
"Professor, wasn't that a sapphire before?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.
"Indeed it was," Dumbledore said, looking around before approaching cautiously.
Harry took out his wand and watched him intently.
"I knew you would come back."
Harry and Dumbledore spun around, their wands raised in unison as a figure stepped out from behind a pile of chairs. His body was transparent, but Harry recognized him immediately.
"Hello, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly. "I'm impressed. I didn't think you had enough strength to project yourself. Then again, you always were an impressive student."
"And you've always been a thorn in my side, old man," Riddle sneered.
Looking around ten years older than the young man Harry had met in the Room of Requirement, Riddle glared at them malevolently as he stalked closer.
"Only so long as you try to harm others," Dumbledore sighed.
Turning his back to Riddle, the headmaster began waving his wand at the Time-turner.
"You won't be able to stop it," Riddle sneered. "I don't know how you figured it out, but it won't do you any good. Time will continue to repeat until I'm strong enough to finally finish you off."
One of the chairs behind Dumbledore shuddered before it floated into the air and then shot towards the headmaster's back. Harry turned his wand to it and banished it into the distance, where it shattered on the hard stone floor with a crash. Riddle's eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at him.
"You have no idea who you're interfering with, boy," Riddle growled.
"Oh, I think he has a very good idea," Dumbledore chuckled, bending at the waist to eye the Diadem closely.
"It doesn't matter!" Riddle spat. "An old man and a boy will never be able to stop Lord Voldemort!"
Harry blinked and then smirked.
"He really has no idea who I am, does he?" Harry asked.
"I think not," Dumbledore smiled.
"What are you babbling about, boy?" Riddle asked.
"If you're so powerful, haven't you wondered why you aren't ruling the world by now?" Harry asked. "It's almost like someone stopped you."
"Impossible," Riddle scoffed. "No one can stop me."
As Dumbledore cast a spell, Riddle glared and flung a wardrobe at him. Once again, Harry banished it before it could get close.
Riddle glared at him and then scoffed.
"This is pathetic," he said. "You really think your Protective Charms are going to help?"
"We shall see," Dumbledore muttered, his focus still on the Diadem.
Riddle glowered at his back, infuriated with being ignored.
"Enjoy what little time you have left, Dumbledore," he spat. "Once I'm whole, your death will be swift."
"Oh, you've already ensured you'll never be whole again, Tom," Dumbledore sighed. "I'm curious. When did you hide this here?"
"Why would I tell you?" Riddle asked in response.
"I assume it was when you applied for the Defense against the Dark Arts post?" Dumbledore continued as if he hadn't spoken.
"He wanted to teach here?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Indeed," Dumbledore nodded. "He applied for the position twice, once under Headmaster Dippet and then again after I became headmaster. Headmaster Dippet refused because he was too young. He wanted someone with more experience. When the position opened some years later, Tom came back. By then, it was clear he had gone dark. I was certain, even then, that he never expected to get the job. For a long time, I believed he came merely to place a curse on the Defense post in retaliation for Headmaster Dippet's refusal. I see now he had another goal."
Riddle balled his fist, his hand twitching towards his pocket.
"I wonder," Dumbledore said quietly, "how many more of these abominations did you create?"
"As if I would tell you?" Riddle sneered.
Dumbledore straightened up and shrugged.
"It was worth the attempt," he said. "I'll only be a couple more minutes, Harry."
"Sir, don't curses need an anchor?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"Indeed they do," Dumbledore replied. "Unfortunately, we never found the one Tom used, and I have searched the castle extensively. Finding a new Defense Professor every year is quite bothersome."
"Have you checked the bust?" Harry asked. "If he was in here to hide the Diadem, he would probably use whatever was close."
Dumbledore paused in the middle of waving his wand and blinked. The look of absolute rage on Riddle's face told Harry all he needed to know. The headmaster twirled his wand, and the bust glowed dark red.
"It appears you're correct," he said happily. "We'll take care of that once we evict our uninvited guest."
"It doesn't matter!" Riddle shouted furiously. "You'll never be rid of me! I'm Lord Voldemort! And you, boy, will pay for this!"
"I think I've upset him," Harry said to Dumbledore with a smirk.
"It would appear so," the headmaster chuckled.
"AHH!"
With an inarticulate shout of rage, Riddle toppled over the stack of furniture behind him. Twirling his wand, Harry stopped everything and then levitated it back to its original place.
"Impressive," Dumbledore said. "You've used your time well."
Harry smiled proudly as Riddle fumed silently. Suddenly, his body faded completely. Holding his wand at the ready, Harry looked around cautiously.
"I believe that last tantrum used what little strength Tom had left," Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded but stayed alert.
"I'm nearly finished," Dumbledore told him. "The magic leaking for the crack in the Time-turner is making things difficult. In all likelihood, I'll need to create a whole new spell to shield it properly."
"How long will that take?" Harry asked.
"Not long," Dumbledore said. "A day or two, perhaps."
Harry nodded. Thinking back to all the dates he'd gone on and all the magic he'd learned, a part of him was actually sad to see this day finally nearing its end.
"I have what I need," Dumbledore said, pulling him from his thoughts. "We can go."
Following the headmaster back through the narrow paths between the piles of junk, they lapsed into a contemplative silence until they were near the doors.
"You performed far better than I expected," Dumbledore said eventually. "Your command over your magic has improved greatly."
"Thanks," Harry smiled. "Professor Flitwick's a good teacher."
"Indeed he is," Dumbledore nodded.
Leaving the room of requirement, Harry walked next to him as they made their way downstairs.
"Professor," Harry said. "Do you know why I'm the only one that can remember anything?"
"I suspect it has to do with your connection to Voldemort," Dumbledore said. "Of course, we have no way of knowing for sure."
"Is there a way we can get rid of it?" Harry asked. "The connection?"
"Let's wait until we get to my office to talk about this more," Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore down to the second floor. The Gargoyle jumped out of the way at their approach, allowing them to ride the revolving staircase up to the headmaster's circular office.
"Tea?" Dumbledore offered.
"Please," Harry replied, sitting across the desk and grabbing a toffee from the ever-present candy dish.
Waving his wand, Dumbledore conjured a tea set that floated in the air as it poured tea into two cups.
"Now, you wanted to know about the connection between you and Voldemort," he said, taking a seat. "I'll admit, I'm at a loss for what it is, precisely. In all of the years I have studied magic, I've never come across anything like it. I will admit, there was a time I suspected Voldemort inadvertently made you a Horcrux. However, after the events of your first year, I know that isn't true."
"You're sure?" Harry asked, ignoring the teacup floating next to him as he edged forward in his chair.
"Positive," Dumbledore said. "When Voldemort's shade attacked you, I feared he was using the Horcrux inside of your scar to possess you. The fact that he didn't proves you are not a Horcrux."
Sighing in relief, Harry sat back and took the cup next to him.
"So, if it isn't a Horcrux, how are we connected?" Harry asked.
"There's no way to know for certain, but I do have a theory," Dumbledore said, pausing to take a sip of his tea. "The protection your mother left you with is immensely powerful. I believe that when Voldemort's body was destroyed, his soul fractured, and a piece latched onto the most powerful magical thing in the room. You. I suspect your mother's protection destroyed his soul, but his magic remained. Much like Goblin silver, you took in only that which made you stronger. It's why you're able to speak Parseltongue."
"I don't want anything from Voldemort," Harry said adamantly.
"For better or worse, it's part of you now," Dumbledore said. "It's as much a part of you as your own magic."
"Great," Harry sighed.
"What you do with your gifts is far more important than where they came from," Dumbledore told him.
They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their tea. With a musical croon, Fawkes flew in through the window and landed lightly on the back of Harry's chair.
"Hey, Fawkes," Harry smiled.
Reaching up, he stroked his feathers lightly.
"Feel like going flying?" he asked.
Fawkes tilted his head back and sang cheerfully.
Harry grinned, "I'll take that as a yes."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"Give me a couple of days to develop the spell we need," he said. "Take your time and finish learning or doing anything you need to, and then come see me."
"Thanks, professor," Harry said, standing from his chair.
Soaring over the Black Lake, Harry rolled over the top of Fawkes with a grin. Singing happily, Fawkes turned and dove. Harry followed him until he flared his wings just inches from the surface of the water. Rolling upside down, he dragged his fingers through the freezing cold water.
Suddenly, they heard the bell from the castle, indicating it was time for lunch.
"Race you back to the castle!" Harry yelled over the wind at Fawkes.
Fawkes was surprisingly fast, but he still wasn't a match for Harry's Firebolt. Laying flat on his broom, he looked over his shoulder and grinned as the scarlet bird was left behind. As he neared the front doors, the was a flash of fire before Fawkes crooned in triumph.
"You cheat!" Harry shouted laughingly.
Dismounting his broom, he landed ground and smiled as Fawkes circled overhead before landing on his shoulder.
"Who would've thought - a Phoenix cheating," Harry chuckled. "Come on, let's get something to eat."
A group of second year Hufflepuffs stared at Harry in awe as he walked into the Great Hall with the headmaster's Phoenix on his shoulder.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked. "And why is Fawkes with you?"
"You stole the headmaster's Phoenix?" Fred asked with a grin.
"Brilliant!" George said. "Why didn't we think of that?"
"Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to me, and then I went flying with Fawkes," Harry smiled.
Flicking his wand, he levitated a bundle of grapes in front of Fawkes' beak. With a quiet thrill, he plucked one off of the stem and gobbled it down.
"Oh," Hermione said, biting her lip. "Can I pet him?"
"Sure," Harry smiled.
Reaching up, Hermione stroked the feathers on Fawkes' crest while Harry thought about who to take to the Ball. With his busy morning, most of the girls already had dates. Looking over at the Ravenclaw table, he considered just asking Suzette to go with him before his eyes landed on Fleur.
Even now, there was a line of boys waiting to ask her to the Ball. If he remembered correctly, she wouldn't agree to go with Roger until the end of the meal.
"So, Harry, you have a date for the Ball yet?" Ron asked.
Harry grinned, "I was just about to get one. Sorry, Fawkes, but I have something to take care of."
Moving the grapes near Hermione, Fawkes chirped and hopped over to her shoulder.
"Oh," Hermione gasped in surprise.
Standing up, Harry made his way over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Excuse me," he said, pushing his way past the line of boys.
"Hey, wait your turn," one of them complained.
Stopping between Fleur and Suzette, they both turned to look up at him curiously.
"Could I talk to you for a moment, in private?" Harry asked.
Fleur furrowed her brow, but he kept his eyes on Suzette. In the time it took Fleur to think of a response, he was able to show Suzette all of the memories he needed to. Just as Fleur opened her mouth to speak, Suzette reached out and placed a hand on his arm.
"Of course, 'Arry," Suzette smiled.
Fleur tilted her head sideways, looking at her friend curiously. Suzette gave her a meaningful look as she stood and motioned for her to follow. Harry smiled at Suzette and led them out of the Great Hall. Walking up the stair, he took them to an unused classroom on the second floor and closed the door. As he turned around, Suzette leapt into his arms with a beaming smile.
"Oh, 'Arry, I'm so 'appy for you," she said.
Fleur watched them curiously as Harry hugged her back tightly.
"I can't thank you enough," he whispered. "For everything. I'd've probably gone mad if it wasn't for you."
"What is going on?" Fleur asked. "'Ow do you two know eachozzer?"
Smiling, Suzette let go of Harry and turned to Fleur.
"'Ave a seat," she said. "This is a lot to explain."
"Zhis is unbelievable," Fleur said, shaking her head once Suzette finished explaining.
"But it's true," Suzette insisted.
"I believe you," Fleur said. "It's just…"
"A lot to take in?" Harry offered with a smile. "Trust me, I know."
"Why are you telling me zhis?" Fleur asked. "I will just forget it tomorrow."
"'Arry 'as been saving memories for the girls 'e likes," Suzette smiled. "He plans to show them the memories when this is over so they don't forget going to the Ball with him."
"But you can just read 'is mind," Fleur said, her head tilted cutely.
Suzette giggled.
"Non, 'e wants to go with you," she said.
Fleur glanced over at Harry and looked him up and down.
"Ave we gone to the Ball before?" she asked.
"Oui," Suzette smiled.
"And I enjoyed it?" Fleur asked, sounding slightly surprised.
"Very much," Suzette nodded.
"I would like to go to the Ball with you," Harry said. "But I wanted to talk to you about the Second Task, too."
"What about it?" Fleur asked.
"Maybe you should show 'er," Suzette interrupted as Harry opened his mouth to respond.
"Sure," Harry said with a smile.
Looking at Suzette, he didn't need to read her mind to know what she was thinking.
"Why don't you go grab your egg and meet me on the fifth floor," he said.
"We'll see you soon," Suzette smiled.
Kissing him on the cheek, she grabbed Fleur and pulled her out of the room while they spoke rapidly in French.
"I really should've taken the time to learn French," Harry said, shaking his head.
Harry waited on the fifth floor near the statue of Boris the Bewildered for about fifteen minutes before Suzette and Fleur arrived.
"Pine fresh," Harry said.
There was a loud click, and the door to the Prefects' Bath swung open.
"After you, ladies," he said with a smile.
"Merci," Suzette smiled back.
"Oh la la," Fleur said, looking around at the massive, opulent bath.
Walking over to the bath, Harry turned the taps for the hot water but left the soap off. While the bath began filling, he sat on the bench and untied his shoes.
"Are zhere no changing rooms?" Fleur asked as Suzette and Harry both began taking off their clothes.
"You can change over there," Harry said, pointing to a door on the right side of the room.
"Are you coming?" she asked Suzette.
"'Arry has seen me naked many times," Suzette replied with a smile. "You can change if you want to, though."
Fleur frowned and looked over at Harry as he took off his shirt. Pulling Suzette a little further away, the girls had a quick, quiet discussion in French. Several times, Fleur looked over at him as they spoke. After a few moments, their gazes locked, and they went quiet. Harry wondered what memory Suzette was showing her because it caused Fleur to blush prettily.
"I can put on a bathing suit if it makes you more comfortable," Harry offered.
"Non," Fleur said surprisingly quickly, then cleared her throat.
Shrugging, Harry stood while pushing his trousers and boxers to his ankles. Fleur stared at him and licked her lips until Suzette giggled. Harry smiled when she turned away quickly and started undoing the buttons of her cloak. Slipping into the water, he sat down and watched as the girls undressed.
Fleur's back was to him as she shrugged off her cloak, but Suzette smirked at him as she unclasped her bra and let it fall down her arms. Her panties went next, revealing her gorgeous, curvy figure. Saying something quietly to Fleur, she stepped down into the bath.
Grinning, Harry pushed himself off the wall and swam up to her. Suzette giggled as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Her legs wound around his waist while she smiled and rested her arms on his shoulders.
"Fleur's nervous," she whispered. "She doesn't like that she can't remember anything."
"Would it help if I showed her my memories?" Harry asked as his hands caressed her bum.
"It might," Suzette smiled, grinding against him playfully. "I'm not sure if she'll let you, though. Fleur does not trust easily."
Harry nodded and gave her a peck on the lips before setting her down. He looked over at Fleur and caught her watching them over her shoulder. When she noticed him looking, she turned back around quickly. Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath and dropped her robes to the floor. Only a white bra and panties covered her amazingly curvaceous figure. While Suzette was a beautiful girl, Fleur's curves were absolutely sinful.
Reading his thoughts, Suzette giggled and poked his side teasingly. Looking at her, Harry smiled. It always amazed him that she was so open and understanding. He never felt like he had to hide anything from her.
Merlin, I love this girl, he thought.
Smiling softly, Suzette cupped his cheek and kissed him gently. When Harry pulled back with a smile, he looked up just as Fleur turned around, her arms covering her body.
"Do you want me to turn around while you get in?" Harry asked.
Looking at him sharply, Fleur squared her shoulders and dropped her arms. Without answering, she stepped down into the bath, her perfect, teardrop-shaped breasts bouncing with each step. Ignoring his appreciative gaze, she grabbed her golden egg from the edge.
"What do I do with it?" she asked.
"You need to listen to it underwater," Harry said. "Do you know the Bubblehead Charm?"
Fleur frowned.
"Non," she admitted, pouting cutely.
Suppressing a smile, Harry leaned over and plucked his wand from the pocket of his trousers.
"Here," he offered.
Fleur nodded, and he cast the Bubblehead Charm over her head. Turning, he did the same for Suzette and then himself. Harry ducked under the water first, followed by the girls a moment later. Fleur looked him over appreciatively before she focused back on the egg. Over her shoulder, Suzette watched her friend with a silent giggle.
Turning the latch at the top, Fleur visibly braced herself for the scream she expected. Instead, a calm, soothing Mermaid song greeted her ears. Since Harry already knew what it said, he instead watched the emotions running across Fleur's face as she listened. Surprise gave way to an intense, sharp-eyed focus and a thoughtful frown. She listened to the song twice before closing the egg and rising to the surface.
Harry followed her up and used his wand to cancel the Bubblehead Charm. As he set his wand back down by his trousers, Fleur set her egg on the edge and sat down with a thoughtful look.
"What do you think?" Suzette asked, sitting next to her.
"It seems pretty clear," Fleur said. "We will need to recover somezhing from zhe bottom of the lake. I take it zhere are Mermaids zhere?"
"Yeah," Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "Although, I think we have to rescue a person, not an object."
"A 'ostage?" Fleur asked, surprised. "Why do you zhink zhat?"
"I've had four years to research it," Harry shrugged. "Every Tournament for the last three hundred years has had a task where the Champions had to rescue a hostage. It's part of why they canceled it. It wasn't just the Champions that were dying."
"Four years?" Fleur asked. "You 'ave been doing zhis for zhat long?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "Thankfully, we found a way to stop it. Just a couple more days, and I can finally get back to my life."
Fleur bit her lip and looked slightly abashed.
"I'm sorry about zhe way I spoke to you after we were chosen," she said softly. "I was upset I 'ad more competition. Zhis Tournament is important to me."
"It's fine," Harry smiled. "I know. You explained things to me before."
"Oh," Fleur frowned.
"I can show you my memories if you want," Harry offered.
Fleur looked at him thoughtfully before turning to Suzette.
"You can trust 'im," Suzette told her softly. "I 'ave spent a lot of time with 'Arry, and I would trust, 'im with my life."
"Suzette has been a godsend," Harry smiled. "Until she taught me Legilimency, she was the only one that I could talk to about what I was going through."
"Alright," Fleur said. "Show me."
Looking into her bright blue eyes, Harry gently pushed his way into her mind. Even though he wasn't trying to, he still picked up her stray thoughts. He saw a lot of confusion in her and got a small look at the conversation she had with Suzette on their walk to the carriage. She was having difficulty accepting what Suzete told her about her feelings for him. Fleur still thought of him as the same fourth year she met in the trophy room and struggled to reconcile the changes she saw in him now.
A couple of years ago, seeing those thoughts would've been hurtful for Harry, but now, thanks to Legilimency, he now understood other people much better than before. He couldn't fault her for still having that image of him, especially when he kept to himself as much as he did.
Turning his attention away from her thoughts, he focused on the dates he'd gone on with her and pushed them into her mind. Unfortunately, there weren't many. He had been intimidated by her for a long time, and convincing her to go to the Ball with him was never easy.
When he finished showing her his memories, he blinked and found Fleur staring at him intently. Her chest rose and fell sharply as she panted, the influx of memories and emotions overwhelming her.
"They're real," Suzette told her. "It all really happened."
Nodding, Fleur looked at him for a long moment as her breathing calmed. Grabbing Harry's hand, Fleur pulled him forward and then pushed him down on the bench built into the side of the tub. He grunted lightly as his back hit the tile while she swung her leg over his to straddle his lap. His hands went to her hips as she smirked down at him, her breasts coming up above the water near his face.
"Er," Harry stammered, surprised by the sudden shift in her attitude.
Fleur gave him a predatory smirk and ground her folds against his length, causing it to rise rapidly. Peeking into her mind, he saw just how affected she was by his memories. The one of her being potioned being the most prominent. Again, he was surprised that his ability to almost completely ignore her Allure made her so aroused.
"I should thank you for being such a gentleman," Fleur purred. "Most men would not 'ave stopped me like you did."
Harry smiled and ran his hands up her thighs to her hips.
"You already thanked me," he said. "I remember it quite well."
"Hmm, perhaps I forgot," Fleur smiled. "Maybe you could refresh my memory?"
Gripping her bum, Harry gave it a squeeze and ground his erection against her mound.
"Gladly," he grinned.
Pressing her breasts against his chest, she leaned down and kissed him passionately. Harry groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips, rubbing her slick folds along his length. Pulling back, Fleur tilted her head back with a long, low moan. As she continued to roll her hips, Suzette leaned against Harry's side and kissed his neck. Turning to her, Harry smiled and kissed her on the lips.
When they separated, she turned to Fleur with a smile and cupped one of her breasts. Fleur moaned again as she pinched her soft pink nipple and twisted it lightly.
"I need you in me," Fleur said, her eyes burning lustfully as the air grew heavy with her Allure.
Grabbing his length, she lined him up with her entrance and then impaled herself on him swiftly. Harry gasped from the feeling of being enveloped in her sweltering folds, his length flexing and swelling inside of her.
"Oui," Fleur breathed, her eyelids fluttering. "So big."
"Did you ever take Elise to the Ball?" Suzette asked.
"What?" Harry asked, panting as Fleur rolled her hips.
Suzette giggled, "Did you ever ask Elise to the Ball?"
"Er, no," Harry admitted.
"Why would 'e take Elise?" Fleur asked, raising herself up and lowering herself down in a smooth, repetitive motion.
"She watched me fuck 'im on our first date," Suzette smirked.
Harry inhaled sharply when Fleur's depths fluttered around him suddenly. Giggling, Suzette kissed the side of his neck.
"Maybe we can take 'im back to the carriage after the Ball," Suzette said.
Fleur moaned again and slammed herself down on him as fast as the water would allow. Her large breasts bounced violently, the pale skin rippling as they slapped the surface of the water. Unable to hold back his curiosity, he peeked into her mind.
By nature, Fleur could be quite vain and prideful. As he'd seen before, she could also be rather possessive. So, it was rather surprising when he saw her fantasizing about watching him with her classmates. Not just Elise and Suzette but Chloe, Natalie, and Caroline as well. In her mind, she watched with a smirk as Harry pounded into them, making them forget all about their pathetic dates.
She likes showing off, he realized.
Harry was her date, and she wanted to show her friends how lucky she was.
"Bloody hell," Harry groaned, bucking his hips.
Reaching up, he grasped both of her breasts and squeezed them firmly. With a moan, she locked her burning gaze with his, and he picked up on a strong thought.
She was his.
Fleur threw herself onto him as that thought crossed her mind. It was the first time Harry ever got the feeling that there was another, more primitive part of her. She was truly letting herself go, allowing her Veela instincts to make themselves known. That, in turn, brought out the more primitive side of Harry.
With a growl, he lifted her up and spun around. Pinning her against the wall of the bath, he plunged into her depths possessively. Fleur shuddered, her nails digging sharply into the skin of his shoulders.
"Take 'er," Suzette breathed, her accent noticeably thicker as she hugged his back and kissed his neck. "Make 'er yours."
"Oui!" Fleur gasped.
Water splashed up over the edge of the bath as Harry thrust into her forcefully. Fleur's breasts bounced wildly in and out of the water as she bucked in time with his movements. Holding her hip with one hand, the other clutched at one of her breasts. Behind him, Suzette pressed herself against his back and raked her nails over his chest. Hissing in a mixture of pleasure and pain, Harry throbbed inside of Fleur.
"'Arry," Fleur panted breathlessly.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and cried out in a tone that sounded almost avian. Her depths clamped down around his thrusting shaft and fluttered wildly as she reached her peak. Locking her legs around him as every muscle in her body tensed, he was pushed over the edge just by her tight walls massaging his length. Bucking his hips forward to get as deep as possible, he erupted inside of her.
Fleur gasped loudly from the feeling, her hips rocking as she panted for breath. A string of breathless French left her lips as she threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
Chuckling, Suzette brushed Fleur's wet hair away from her face and kissed her softly.
"I told you 'e was special," she said.
"'E is," Fleur agreed with a shudder.
As they both came down from their peaks, Harry tried to pull out of her.
"Non," Fleur said, tightening her grip on him. "'Old me for a leetle longer."
Harry chuckled and turned around so he could side on the bench while she continued to cling to him. Kissing her temple, he trailed his fingers up and down her spine. Fleur purred and nuzzled the side of his neck. Suzette giggled as she sat next to Harry and gave him a kiss.
"I don't want to forget this," Fleur whispered emotionally.
Harry smiled and caressed her back.
"I can save the memory for you," he said.
Sitting up slightly, she smiled and kissed him softly before turning to Suzette.
"Will you make sure 'e gives it to me?" Fleur asked.
"I promise," Suzette smiled. "Now get up. We 'ave to get ready for the Ball."
"We're not going to have sex?" Harry asked disappointedly.
"Am I not enough for you?" Fleur pouted, sounding hurt.
"Of course you are!" Harry said quickly. "I just – I thought…"
She let him flounder for a moment more before she and Suzette burst into a fit of giggles. Realizing he was being teased, Harry sighed in relief.
"Save your energy, monsieur," Suzette told him with a smirk. "You'll need it for tonight."
"Oui," Fleur smirked.
What have I gotten myself into now, Harry wondered.
Chapter 21
Harry woke up and stretched, feeling too comfortable to get out of bed. Slowly a lazy smile tugged at the corners of his lips while memories of the night before danced in his head. His date with Suzette and Fleur had been memorable, to say the least.
Yawning widely, Harry finally sat up and climbed out of bed. If everything went as planned, this would be his second to last Yule Ball. Tomorrow, he and Dumbledore would destroy the Horcrux, and then everything would go back to normal.
For a moment, he felt a bit sad it was coming to an end. He'd learned so much about his classmates and himself over the last few years. Thinking back to when it all started, even he could see that he'd come a long way.
That said, he was anxious for it to end. Living without consequences certainly had its advantages, but it also removed many of life's joys.
Opening his trunk, Harry pulled out his clothes for the day and headed for the shower. When he came out, fully dressed half an hour later, his dormmates were just rolling out of bed. Taking the stairs down to the common room, a smile spread across his face at the familiar sight of Hermione sitting in front of the fire with a book in her lap.
"Morning," Harry smiled, sitting down next to her.
Startling, Hermione looked at him with wide eyes and blushed. Confused by the odd reaction, he tilted his head and looked at her questioningly.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked.
"Fine," Hermione replied quickly.
Looking away, she cleared her throat and rubbed her palms on her jeans.
"Really, because it doesn't look like it," Harry said, his brow furrowed.
Nothing like this had happened before, and it caused a ball of worry to settle heavily in the pit of his stomach. In the nearly five years that he'd been reliving this day, Hermione had never been this nervous and out of sorts.
"What's going on?" Harry asked firmly.
Nibbling her bottom lip, Hermione looked at him out of the corner of her eye and sighed.
"I got a letter this morning," she said quietly.
"From who?" Harry asked.
While he stared at her intently, he wracked his brain for what could've happened. Was Voldemort up to something? With this a desperate attempt by the Horcrux to distract him?
"Suzette," Hermione said.
Harry's thoughts came to a screeching halt, and he blinked.
"She sent you a letter?" he asked.
"Is it true?" Hermione asked, pausing to look around and ensure no one was listening in before continuing. "Have you really been trapped reliving the Yule Ball?"
"Well, yeah," Harry said, confused. "But how-"
"Suzette said she's been saving her memories and using a spell you taught her to bring them back in time with her," Hermione said rapidly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I have," Harry said. "You just don't remember. Usually, I explain everything to you after breakfast."
"So, that's true too," Hermione said.
Falling silent, she cleared her throat again and glanced at him before staring back down at her hands.
"Is it true that we went to the ball together?" she asked softly.
"Quite a few times, yeah," Harry smiled.
"And, have we…," Hermione trailed off, her cheeks turning a bright red.
Harry's smile turned into a grin, knowing exactly what she was trying to ask. Reaching out, he took her hand in his.
"Yes," he answered.
"Oh," Hermione said, her voice an octave higher than normal. "Suzette said we had. She was quite… detailed. She even sent me a memory to prove it, but I didn't know if I could trust her."
"You can trust her," Harry told her.
Biting her lip, Hermione reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial. In it, Harry saw the familiar silver strand of a memory.
"How do I…?" Hermione asked.
"You just pick it up with your wand and put it to your temple," Harry told her.
Nodding, Hermione took a deep breath and tried to open the vial, but her hands trembled so much she couldn't grip the stopper. Placing his hand over hers, Harry squeezed it gently.
"Relax, Hermione," he said softly. "Here. Let me."
Harry took the vial from her hands, and she started fidgeting nervously. Pulling out the stopper, he collected the memory with the tip of his wand. Hermione watched him curiously as he raised it to her head. Gently, he brushed her hair behind her ear and touched it to her temple.
Hermione gasped, her eyes going wide as he watched the memory disappear. Her eyes stared into the distance, unfocused. A moment later, she blinked and raised a hand to her chest.
"Oh! Oh my!" she said. "We really did…"
"Hermione?" Harry asked softly.
Startled out of her thoughts, Hermione turned to him sharply. Biting her lips, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and threw her arms around him. With a bemused smile, Harry caressed her back soothingly.
"I had no idea you thought of me that way," Hermione murmured into his shoulder.
"Hermione, you're beautiful," Harry whispered. "How could I not?"
"I'm not that pretty," Hermione mumbled before pulling back. "Not like Suzette or Fleur."
Harry tilted his head and looked at her curiously.
"What memory did Suzette send you?" he said. "Better yet, why did she send it? We always show you through Legilimency."
"You know Legilimency?" Hermione gasped.
Smiling, Harry met her gaze and gently pushed into her mind. Slowly he fed her his memories of their time together over the last four years. A few seconds later, he broke the connection and watched her patiently.
"Oh, that makes so much more sense," Hermione said, staring off over his shoulder. "I can't believe you've been stuck like this for four years. Oh, Harry."
Suddenly, Hermione's eyes focused on him again, and she hugged him tightly.
"So, why did Suzette send you a memory?" Harry asked again.
"Oh, right," Hermione said, pulling back. "I didn't really understand what she meant until you showed me your memories, but I think I get it now. She wanted to do something special for you, so she sent memories to the girls you liked taking to the Ball the most."
Hermione paused for a moment as she blushed lightly.
"I think she might be trying to get all of us to go with you for your last Ball," she said. "Well, the last one no one else will remember, anyways."
Harry blinked at Hermione in surprise before he snorted and shook his head.
"That definitely sounds like something she would do," he smiled. "Come on, let's go down to the Great Hall and see exactly what Suzette's up to."
Standing, Harry held out his hand and helped Hermione to her feet.
"Harry, are you sure no one will remember anything that happens today?" she asked quietly.
"Pretty sure," Harry smiled. "They haven't for the last four years."
Biting her lip, Hermione glanced around the bustling common room before returning to him. Stepping forward, she pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Harry placed his hands lightly on her lower back as she looked up at his face. Licking her pouty pink lips, she leaned in and kissed him softly. Their lips touched only briefly before she pulled back and looked at him worriedly.
Smiling, Harry slipped his hands down and grabbed two handfuls of her small, thick bum. When Hermione gasped, he ducked down and pressed his lips firmly against her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned, threaded her fingers through his hair, and kissed him back.
Harry ignored his classmates' cheers and wolf whistles as he kissed Hermione passionately. Eventually, they broke apart, leaving her flushed and breathless. With a grin, he took her hand and pulled her towards the portrait hole. Walking slowly through the halls, Hermione glanced between his face and the hand he was still holding.
"Are we…? I mean, when things are back to normal, will we…?" Hermione said, struggling to get the words out.
"I hope so," Harry said, letting go of her hand and pulling her close, his arm snaking around her waist. "But that's entirely up to you."
"And Suzette?" Hermione asked softly, a tremble in her voice.
"Yes," Harry replied. "Hermione, I love you just as much as I love Suzette. I know this is hard for you. Right now, you've seen all these memories of the three of us together, but you didn't actually live them. Trust me, once you meet Suzette and experience so of this for yourself, you'll feel a lot less uncertain."
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
"Because we've had this discussion before," Harry smiled. "Besides, I've spent the last two years peeking in on your thoughts. And other girls. I have a better idea of how girls think now."
Hermione nodded and fell quiet as she leaned against his side.
"You've really grown up," she said softly after a long moment. "I feel like I missed all of it."
"You didn't," Harry told her. "You were right there every step of the way, just like you've always been. Think back through the memories I showed you. Compare the Harry that first asked you to the Ball to the last time we went together."
Hermione's face scrunched up cutely as she thought back, and her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. They were nearly at the Great Hall by the time she spoke again.
"You're right," she said, pulling him to a stop. "You're definitely a lot more confident now… and more affectionate. You never used to touch anyone, and now…"
"All thanks to you and Suzette," Harry smiled crookedly. "And the others, I suppose. Katie and Susan like to cuddle a lot, and I really like it, so…"
Harry gave her a grin and a shrug.
"So, shall we go see what our kinky French girlfriend is up to?" he asked.
"Harry, I'm not sure I like witches like that," Hermione said, blushing profusely. "I know I did in the memories you showed me, but…"
Harry smiled patiently, but inside he sighed. He wished Suzette had waited like they usually did. Giving Hermione that letter first had made her a lot less accepting than she normally was.
"Hermione, do you trust me?" he asked.
"Of course I do," Hermione replied adamantly.
"Then trust what I showed you," Harry said. "You're going to love Suzette."
Tightening his arms around her, he kissed her temple and led her into the Great Hall. Harry didn't bother going to the Gryffindor table. He looked over at the Ravenclaw table and saw Suzette and Fleur smiling and waving them over. Taking Hermione's hand, he led her over.
"Morning," Harry said, sliding in next to Suzette while Hermione sat on his other side. "Now, what exactly are you up to?"
As Suzette smiled at him and stared into his eyes, he felt her exploring his mind. He let her, gently guiding her to memories she was searching for. With a grin, she leaned forward and kissed him lovingly on the lips.
"I just wanted the full story," she said by way of explanation. "And, I thought I'd do something nice for you since it was your last day and everything. For the last few weeks, while you've been saving memories to show the girls you like when this is over, I've been saving my own. I'm not sure if it will work, but I'm 'oping I can get all of them to go to the Ball with you."
"And when you say the girls I like, how many are we talking about exactly?" Harry asked.
There were a few girls he'd grown a lot closer to over the years, but taking all of the girls he liked would mean taking half the girls in the school. Catching that thought, Suzette smirked.
"Not that many," she said. "There's me, 'Ermione, Fleur, Katie, Susan, and Daphne."
"You really didn't have to do all this," Harry said.
"I wanted to," Suzette smiled.
"Thank you," Harry said gratefully.
Leaning down, he kissed her deeply. As they broke apart, he felt Hermione shifting in her seat. Without looking, he knew she was feeling a bit jealous and confused by her own feelings. Winking at Suzette, he spun around quickly and kissed Hermione passionately. Suzette laughed as Hermione squeaked in surprise before she slowly relaxed and kissed him back. When they separated, she blushed as the girls of Beauxbatons giggled at them.
Well, all but one. Fleur was watching him intently, a curious look on her face.
"You might have a bit of trouble getting Daphne to agree," Harry said as if nothing had happened. "She was always the hardest to go to the Ball with."
"Don't worry," Suzette smiled. "I 'ave my ways. Now, why don't you go find something to do while I talk with the girls? They're waiting for you to leave so they can talk to me."
Glancing around, Harry spotted Katie glancing over as she talked to Angelina. Over at the Hufflepuff table, Susan was watching them before looking away quickly with a blush when Harry looked at her. On the other hand, Daphne had no qualms about being caught watching him curiously. She merely raised an eyebrow as their gazes met.
"Alright," Harry said. "I guess I'll go flying for a bit."
"'Ave fun," Suzette smiled.
Kissing him on the cheek, she sidled up to Hermione as soon as he stood. When Harry headed for the door, he spotted Katie and Susan getting to their feet. Shaking his head with a smile, he headed back to the kitchens for food before returning to the dorm for his broom and cloak.
When Harry returned to the castle for lunch, the girls were still missing. He thought about asking around to see if anyone knew where they were, but he decided against it. Suzette knew what she was doing, and he didn't want to get in the way.
After helping Ron get a date with Parvati and ensuring he knew he was expected to show her a good time, Harry headed up to the dorm to get changed. Thanks to his years of practice, he was able to transfigure the redhead's robes into something less horrific. They wouldn't win any points with Fleur for fashion, but they were leagues better than the frilly, lacy mess they'd been before.
Eventually, Harry made his way down to the Entrance Hall, where he waited for his dates. As the minutes ticked by, and they still hadn't shown up, he grew slightly nervous. He knew he shouldn't be – there was no way Fleur would miss the Ball – but still, the idea of being stood up prickled a the back of his mind.
Then again, the way Professor McGonagall paced back and forth, her lips pressed together as she continually checked her watch, wasn't helping either.
"Where is your date, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked sharply.
"She should be here soon, professor," Harry said.
"I should hope so," McGonagall said primly.
Holding back a sigh, Harry turned back to look at the front doors of the castle. In the torch-lit darkness, he could just make out a large group of girls coming from the Beauxbatons carriage and hoped it was his date.
Elise and Chloe entered first, giggling when they spotted Harry. As more and more girls poured in, he failed to spot any of the faces he was looking for.
"Looking for us?" Suzette said from behind him with a lilt.
Jumping slightly, Harry spun around and grinned. They were all there. Even Daphne had come, and Harry had no idea how Suzette had managed to talk her into it.
"Wow," Harry said, looking them over. "You all look amazing."
"Mr. Potter, which one of these young ladies is your day?" McGonagall asked impatiently.
"We all are, madame," Suzette grinned.
Harry bit back a smile as McGonagall blinked and arched an eyebrow as she turned to Harry. Cracking a smile, he shrugged.
"Very well, but you and Ms. Delacour will need to sit at the Champions table and perform the opening dance," she told them before walking away quickly.
"I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I'll see all of you once the first dance is over," Harry said as Fleur took his arm with a smile.
"That's alright," Hermione smiled. "We talked about it, and we knew this would happen."
While the other girls waved at them and wished them luck, Daphne strode forward purposely before stopping in front of him.
"That memory that Suzette showed me, was it true?" Daphne asked, her gaze locked with his intently.
Harry smiled as he thought back to the time he'd taken Daphne to the Ball and Suzette had joined them. That had been back before he'd learned Legilimency, and Suzette had helped him plan that night out after many failed attempts.
"Yes," Harry said.
Daphne stared at him for a long moment before stepping forward and grabbing the front of his robes. Pulling him forward, she kissed him deeply and then pulled back.
"You'd better not disappoint me, Potter," she said softly.
Smiling, Harry rested his hands on her hips. Sliding them around to her bum, he gripped it firmly and pulled her against him as their gazes remained locked.
"I won't," he promised.
Daphne bit her lip as she wiggled against him, her hands letting go of his robes to grip his shoulders.
"Mr. Potter! Ms. Delacour!" Professor McGonagall yelled.
Blinking, Daphne cleared her throat and stepped back, looking surprised by her own actions. Smiling at her, Harry wrapped his arm around Fleur's waist and led her over to where the other Champions were waiting. As the girls disappeared into the Great Hall and the doors closed, he turned to Fleur to see how she was doing. He was worried she might be jealous, but he was surprised to find her staring back at him with a burning gaze.
"I did not zhink I would like seeing zhat as much as I did," she purred in response to his questioning look.
"How did Suzette get all of you to agree to come?" Harry asked softly as they waited for the door to open.
Fleur smirked, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
"She showed us zhe Pensieve memories of you taking us to zhe Ball… and what 'appened after," she purred, pressing herself against his side. "Watching you wiz all of us, seeing 'ow happy we were, it was 'ard to say no."
Smiling, Harry turned his head to kiss her slowly and deeply.
"I'm really glad you came," he said softly as they parted.
Fleur smiled naughtily just as the doors to the Great Hall opened. Pulling away slightly and looping her arm through his, they strode inside. After Harry had helped her into her seat, she grabbed his and pulled it closer to hers. With a smile, he took his seat and felt her hand rub his thigh. As they talked through dinner, she continued teasing him under the table. When he grew hard, she traced the shape of his bulging length with her long, silver nails.
Harry knew there was no way her could hide his excitement as they stood for the opening dance, but he didn't care. When Cho stared wide eyed at the prominent bulge in his slacks, he smirked and gave her a wink. Taking Fleur's hand as she covered a giggle, he led her out onto the dance floor.
Harry went to take her hand for a waltz, but Fleur pushed his hand aside and pressed herself against him. Smiling, he wrapped his arm around her, his hands resting on the silky material of her silver dress right above the curve of her bum. When the music started, they completely ignored it and swayed to their own beat. Fleur swung her hair over her shoulder while wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.
Spinning around in his arm, she tilted her head back and rested it on his shoulder while grinding her bum against his groin provocatively. Harry kissed the side of her neck, his hands splayed over her tight stomach as he glanced around.
Professor McGonagall and a few of the other older professors looked quite scandalized while the students held mixed expressions. Some were jealous, some were shocked, and a fair few looked quite flushed. The girls were so distracted they didn't even try to reprimand their dates.
Smirking, Harry brushed his thumbs along the bottom of Fleur's breasts before grabbing her waist and spinning her back around to face him. Her blue eye sparkled with delight as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
"Do you have any idea how jealous you're making every boy in this room right now?" Harry asked.
Fleur smirked, "Zhey're going to be even more jealous later."
Harry looked at her questioningly, but she just laughed. He didn't know what plan the girls had for him, but he knew it would be worth waiting to find out.
As the first song came to an end, Fleur gave him a passionate kiss before she was suddenly gone. Harry blinked in surprise and tried to follow her, only to find Suzette waiting for him with a smile. Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her off of her feet, and spun her in a circle.
"'Arry!" she squealed with a laugh.
Setting her down, he kissed her softly.
"I don't know how you pulled this off, but thank you," Harry said.
"You deserve it after everything you've been through," Suzette said, stroking his cheek. "I know how much it hurts you to see them forget everything day after day."
"How did you get Daphne to agree to this?" Harry asked. "Hermione, Katie, and Susan, I can understand. Fleur, I kind of get. But Daphne?"
Suzette smiled, "It was easy. I just had to show her the right memories, and she was happy to come."
Looking over his shoulder, she nodded. Quirking an eyebrow in curiosity, Harry spun them around. It took him a moment to find what she had been looking at. Daphne was dancing with Fleur, and quite closely. Both of them were smiling happily with the occasional lingering touch as they talked. A little to their right, he spotted Hermione, Katie, and Susan dancing as they laughed.
"Huh," Harry grunted. "I would not have expected Daphne to have a thing for Fleur."
"I noticed it when you took Fleur to the Ball," Suzette said. "She was almost as jealous as some of the boys."
Chuckling, Harry shook his head and turned back to her with a smile. Looking at Suzette's beautiful face, it really struck him just how much he loved her and how much she'd meant to him. He couldn't imagine having to survive this without her help.
"Will you go to the ball with me tomorrow?" he asked suddenly. "Just the two of us. I'll take you on a date in Hogsmeade, and then we can go to the Ball together."
"I'd love to," Suzette beamed, her eyes turning slightly misty.
She pulled him down for a long, passionate kiss before resting her head against his chest. Harry caressed her back as they spun in slow circles on the dance floor.
"Is there some sort of plan for the night I should know about?" Harry asked.
"You'll see," Suzette said, and he could hear the smirk in her voice.
Smiling, Harry held her close for the rest of the song. As soon as the next one started, Suzette gave him a kiss, and Katie practically skipped over to him with a grin.
"You know, I never thought I'd see you in a tux," Katie said, running her hands over his shoulders.
"And I never thought I'd see you in a dress," Harry grinned.
He danced with each of his dates for one song before they switched. Susan was the last to dance with him, and just as their song ended, the band announced they were going to take a break. Harry wasn't sure if it had been planned that way or if it was just a coincidence, but it worked out well.
Walking over to the table the girls had claimed hand in hand with Susan, he sat down and smiled as Fleur stroked his thigh under the table.
"What are you doing, Greengrass?" Malfoy asked as he charged over, Parkinson and his two goons trailing behind him. "It's bad enough you're friends with Davis, but now you're hanging out with Mudbloods, Blood Traitors, and the creature?"
Fleur bristled next to Harry, but he put a calming hand on her arm. He knew Daphne would want to handle this herself.
"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I actually care what you think," Daphne said dismissively. "The people at this table actually have talent, not just Daddy's name and money to throw around."
"Please," Malfoy scoffed. "You can't possibly think Potter is better than me."
"Let's see. Potter is the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, the youngest Seeker in a century, the youngest Triwizard Champion there's ever been, and currently tied for first despite being three years younger than his competition," Daphne said, counting each point off on her fingers.
"Oui. 'e was very impressive," Fleur purred, scooting so close she was practically in his lap.
"And in case you've forgotten," Daphne continued with a smirk. "The Potters are one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Remind me. What have you accomplished?"
Malfoy's cheeks turned red as he balled his fists.
"I don't have to accomplish anything," he spat, straightening his robes. "My name speaks for itself."
Hermione scoffed, "You mean it's all you have."
"No one asked your opinion, Mudblood," Malfoy snarled.
"Tell you what, Malfoy," Daphne said before Hermione could speak again. "If you can beat Harry in a duel, I'll be your date for the rest of the night."
"Seriously?" Malfoy laughed. "You think Potter can't beat me in a duel? You're on, Greengrass. Unless you're too scared, Potter."
"Well, I am pretty comfortable right now," Harry said, running his fingers blatantly over the side of Fleur's breast. "But, since Daphne wants to see me kick your arse, I'll be more than happy to. Just tell me when and where."
"Right now, out on the front lawn," Malfoy said with poorly concealed jealousy as fleur kissed Harry's neck.
Daphne scoffed, "The front lawn? Where everyone knows Snape is prowling so he can hold your hand? No. We'll do this in the Transfigurations Courtyard."
"Fine," Malfoy spat, his face flushed.
Spinning around, he turned and stomped out of the Great Hall. Pansy gave Daphne a withering glare before following after him. With a sigh, Harry kissed Fleur's temple before getting out of his seat.
"I thought you'd be more excited," Hermione said as they made their way to the courtyard. "You've wanted to do this for years."
"Oh, I'll enjoy it," Harry smiled. "There's just other things I'd rather do tonight."
Hermione blushed as she gave him a pleased smile. A moment later, Daphne stepped in front of him and stopped. Running her hands up his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself firmly against him.
"Humiliate him, and I'll do anything you want," she said promisingly.
"Really?" Harry asked.
Wrapping his arms around her, he grasped her bum and pulled her tightly against him. Daphne gasped, panting lightly as he kissed her neck.
"We both know you'll do that anyways," Harry whispered into her ear.
He smiled as Daphne shuddered against him. Kissing her neck one last time, he took her hand and pulled her into the courtyard. Malfoy had taken off his outer robe and was waiting for them with his wand in hand.
"Goyle, give us a countdown!" he barked while Harry stepped forward and drew his wand.
"Three."
Harry snorted derisively as Malfoy already began moving his wand.
"Two."
"Stupify!" Malfoy shouted.
Harry swatted the spell aside with contempt and waited for the next. If Daphne wanted to see the little shit humiliated, he was more than happy to oblige. Malfoy continued with a string of offensive curses as Harry blocked and deflected them without a word. Malfoy grew frustrated and started casting more dangerous curses. When he used a Bone-Breaking Hex that Harry blocked, he decided to end it.
His wand flashed, and he had the pleasure of watching Malfoy's eyes widen as he was barraged by a steady stream of nonverbal hexes and curses. It was very satisfying to watch the blonde git twist and roll out of the way of spells that were coming too fast for him to block.
It didn't take long for Harry to disarm Malfoy before hitting him with a Bludgeoning Hex that sent him rolling across the ground. The girls cheered loudly as Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle rushed over to their fallen leader.
"Get off of me!" Malfoy yelled furiously as he got to his feet.
While he seethed, Daphne stared at Harry with a lustful gaze and flushed cheeks. Even without reading her mind, he knew exactly what she wanted.
"You'll pay for this, Potter!" Malfoy spat. "You'll get yours one day, mark my word-"
Tired of listening to him, Harry flicked his wand and silenced Malfoy, as well as Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. With a twirl, he bound them where they stood with conjured ropes.
"Should we hang them from the clock tower?" Katie asked with a giggle.
"Oh, I have a better idea," Harry grinned.
Walking up to Daphne, he reached out and stroked her cheek gently. As his fingers moved down her slender neck to the front of her dress, he grabbed it in both hands and yanked them apart. The sound of ripping clothe echoed through the courtyard as Harry literally ripped Daphne's dress off of her.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped.
He ignored her as Daphne stared at him with a wild, lustful gaze. The tattered remains of her dress fluttered to the ground, revealing her completely bare body underneath. Grabbing her by the ass, Harry lifted her off the ground and walked her over to the closest wall. Pinning her against it, he set Daphne down on her feet.
Cupping one of her breasts, his other hand slid up her chest. He gripped her neck firmly but lightly enough that she could still breathe normally. Daphne's light blue eyes burned into his as she panted in anticipation.
"Take it out," Harry ordered, his lips millimeters away from hers.
With trembling hands, Daphne reached for his belt and scrambled to open his slacks. When his rigid length sprang into her hand, she stroked him while licking her lips.
"Merlin, that's hot," Katie said softly.
"Oui," Fleur agreed huskily.
"Harry, anyone could walk in here and see," Hermione hissed.
"I know," Harry smirked, his eyes boring into Daphne's as her chest rose and fell sharply. "And I'll fuck her in front of them, too. The whole school can watch me turn Slytherin's princess into my perfect little slut."
Daphne moaned as Harry kissed her hard, his length slipping between her thighs and sliding along her dripping folds. Gripping her bum, he lifted her up and pressed his tip against her entrance. Daphne pulled her lips back and gasped, her arms and legs wrapping around him. She flexed her hips, trying desperately to impale herself, but Harry held her in place.
"Beg me," he said.
"Please," Daphne whimpered. "Harry, please. Fuck me."
Harry had to remind himself she was still a virgin and resisted the urge to impale her on his throbbing length. Easing her down slowly, Daphne moaned as he sank into her amazingly tight depths.
"You like zhat?" Fleur asked as she walked over to them. "You like 'Arry's big cock?"
"Yes," Daphne gasped, whimpering as she settled around his base.
As Harry began working his hips back and forth, Fleur caressed Daphne's breast. Curling a finger under her chin, she turned Daphe's face towards her, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
"Twist her nipple for me, would you?" Harry asked with a smirk. "Daphne likes it rough."
"Really?" Fleur asked with a smile.
Taking Daphne's pink nipple between her fingers, Fleur pinched and tugged. With a gasp, Daphne threw her head back and rocked her hips forward.
"Oh, she does," Fleur said, licking her lips. "'Arry lift 'er up. I want to 'old 'er while you fuck 'er."
Daphne whined while Harry throbbed excitedly. Lifting Daphne away from the wall, Fleur slipped behind her before pulling her back against her chest. Kissing her neck, she raked her nails over her breasts, leaving behind light pink lines on her pale skin.
"Yes," Daphne hissed. "Harder, please."
"Listen to you, moaning like a 'ore," Fleur said, her teeth nibbling at Daphne's ear. "But she's such a pretty 'ore, non?"
"She gorgeous," Harry said, thrusting hard and deep. "She's our prefect, slutty princess."
Fleur giggled as Daphne moaned and trembled. Moving one hand up to her throat, holding it like Harry had before, her other hand slid down to her clit.
"Ruin 'er, mon amour," Fleur growled. "I want to 'ear 'er scream."
Smiling, Harry drew back until only the tip remained and then slammed back into Daphne's hot, slick depths. She cried out, back arching as her hands clawed at his robes. Not that she had loosened up, Harry set a brutal pace. He drove in and out of her clutching depths furiously. Meanwhile, Fleur's fingers toyed with her clit with practiced movements. Together, they had Daphne writhing between them while she gasped for breath.
Suddenly, her body seized, her head thrown back in a silent scream. She shook violently as Fleur stimulated her clit frantically. A moment later, she let out a scream so loud it hurt Harry's ears. A spray of arousal soaked his shaft and robes. Grunting as she clenched around him, Harry groaned as he released deep in her fluttering core.
"Oui," Fleur gasped, kissing Daphne's neck. "Fill zhe 'ore."
"Fuck!" Daphne gasped.
Holding himself deep inside of her, Harry pressed his face into the crook of her neck. Kissing and sucking at her pale skin, he left behind a purple mark on her pale skin. Daphne groaned as she collapsed against him, falling limp and forcing him and Fleur to support her entire weight.
After resting for a few moments, Harry eased out of Daphne and let her feet fall to the ground. As she steadied herself on her heel, Fleur ran a finger between her red, puffy lips. Daphne trembled and then stared as Fleur brought her finger, glistening with a mixture of their fluids, up to her lips. With a naughty smirk, she sucked it between her plump lips.
"Mhh," she moaned.
Daphne shivered as she stared at her. Smirking, Fleur curled her fingers under Daphne's chin and pulled her in for a kiss, their tongues slithering and slipping along one another.
"As fun as this is, we should probably go before we get caught," Harry said with a smile.
"I put up some privacy wards," Suzette smirked.
"What do we do with this lot?" Katie asked, jerking her thumb over at the bound and silenced Slytherins.
Harry looked over and grinned as all of them glared balefully at him.
"Right, now, try not to squirm too much," Harry said, patting Malfoy's upside down cheek. "We wouldn't want you to fall, would we?"
The girls giggled behind him as Hermione gleefully removed the Freezing Charm on the clock tower's pendulum. Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy went pale as they swung back and forth twenty feet above the entrance to the courtyard. While they'd wanted to put Parkinson up there too, they decided it just wasn't right while she was wearing a dress.
"So, ready to head back to the Ball?" Harry asked as he wrapped an arm around Susan's shoulders.
"I 'ave a better idea," Suzette grinned.