Chapter Nine
Harry slunk into the HQ of the Order of the Phoenix, feeling rather sorry for him self. It was Sunday and he had yet to see Cho. According to one Ravenclaw he had overheard, she had been asleep since the evening before. They were just about ready to send for the nurse by time Harry had left for the HQ.
He was still unsure if he should be proud or pissed off about that.
He hoped he had not hurt her or something, though. He had kept a tight leash on the amount of magic that flowed out of him, but perhaps it had been too much. Was there a limit on the amount of orgasms a girl could have safely? However, the multiple orgasms thing just seemed bloody unfair to Harry.
Just then, once he had silenced the hag on the wall once more, he heard ... sniffling.
He traced the sound to its source, upstairs a flight and through his old door. This was actually 'his' room while he was at the HQ overnight, supposedly reserved for him. The door was locked, but he made short work of that and the intruder ward, putting them back once he had passed.
On his bed was a blonde goddess. This was a dream he had had actually, but she had not been crying at the time. She had been waiting for him in very little clothing and greeted him with a steamy kiss.
Of course, this was the real world Fleur and sounded like someone had broken her heart, not his vivid imagination at work. He stepped further into the room, "Fleur?" he said softly.
Another crying woman, what would it be this time? A kiss or another slap?
"'Arry?" she said, and sniffed. Strangely, though she had obviously been crying for some time, her eyes were still luminous and not a mark marred her perfect skin. Her almost white blonde hair was as always perfect, the only thing wrong was the look behind her eyes. She looked ... stunned.
"Fleur," he repeated. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, 'Arry, please I want to be alone."
"I don't think anyone really ever wants to be alone," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Yet it is often how we end up, non?"
"What's wrong?" He asked again, just as softly.
"Oh 'Arry, you would not understand." she said tearfully.
'How can she look that hot while crying?' He wondered. "Try me."
"He's a cheating Bastard," she spat. Apparently, her English had improved markedly since last they had spoken. "Merde, I should not be ... Weighing these things on you."
"I don't mind, you're obviously upset about something. Are we talking about Bill here?"
"Who else?" She asked snappishly.
"I don't know, Fleur, that's why I asked."
"Oui, desole 'arry. I am how do you say... overwrought. I did not mean to be snapping at you."
"It's okay." He laughed slightly, "I'm getting used to being snapped at by beautiful women."
She quirked an eyebrow at him, "I sense... a story 'ere"
"You don't want to know about my messed up love life. How about we talk about yours- Oh bugger, sorry, Fleur, that came out wrong."
She laughed slightly and smiled weakly at him, "Merci, Mon Ami"
"What for?" He asked.
"For making me laugh"
They sat silently for a while, "Bill's an idiot." Harry said finally, "But gitishness seems to be flowing through the family right now."
Fleur narrowed her attractive countenance at him. "You already knew," she said clearly and with little hint of an accent.
"Know what? I was talking about Ron being a git." He said quickly. Too quickly
"'Ow long?" She demanded to know.
"I don't know what you mean, Fleur"
"Oui, you do. I can see it in your eyes 'arry, you are a foul liar."
Harry looked away.
"You didn't tell me!" She said, anger building in her tone. "I thought we were... friends at least a little especially after the tournament."
"We are" Harry said softly.
"Then why did you not say anything to me."
"How could I?" he asked, "Honestly, how? I wanted to say something I did. But how could I be a true friend to both. You are my friend Fleur but the Weasley's as a family have saved my SOUL," he said looking at her with emotion leaking from his eyes.
She met his glare. "I comprehend." she said, "I do not like it, but I comprehend."
"Thank you, Fleur."
"Who is it?"
"I can't tell you that, Fleur," he said with a defeated sigh.
"Oui, you can." she said, her eyes flashing.
'My god, how could he give this up, even for Tonks?' Harry wondered.
"'Arry? I am waiting"
Harry began to get hot under the collar and a swimming sensation entered his mind. His shields snapped into place and his natural pigheadedness went into high gear. "Cut that out, Fleur," he snapped.
She blinked at him in surprise.
"You're alluring enough without the Veela whammy to go with it. You also will not trick me into telling you. You will have to find out for yourself. You are a very intelligent woman. I KNOW you'll figure this out."
She looked at him steadily for a long moment, "A clue?" she asked.
Harry shook his head, "Same quandary as before, I'm afraid."
"It has to be a member of 'is team or the order." she deduced.
Harry remained motionless.
"The question is, I suppose, who could compete with a Veela?" She said sinking back against the headboard, which had the unfortunate effect of putting her body on display. It did not help that her dress had ridden up somewhat to show an expanse of thigh. So far, Harry had been able to ignore that, until that movement. 'God my life is one big tease at the moment.' he decided removing his gaze from the smooth skin on display. 'I wonder if Cho will be up for some head tonight?'
"There are few who could compete on looks alone. Is this not true?" She asked.
"Yes Fleur you ARE gorgeous."
"I know that, 'arry, I wasn't looking for... how'd you say someone to tell me. But Merci for the thought"
"Shy little thing, aren't you." he commented.
She chuckled slightly. "Veela are very skilled in the bedroom," she said.
"Really," Harry said with a gulp. 'We're in a bedroom,' he thought to himself.
"Oui, we have much... control over certain things."
Her eyes flashed, "But not as much as some. She is not as attractive as me?" she asked.
"Modest to boot"
"Answer me please."
"I don't think many are, Fleur"
"The one with the pink 'air, she had been making with the cow eyes at Bill for sometime. She is a Metamorphmagus is she not? Tonka, Wonka or something."
Harry remained silent.
"Wonks, non, Tonks!" Fleur said, "This is the petite sallop that has taken my man." She shot upright, "I will kill 'er"
"Fleur... calm down. You cannot kill anyone; you will be thrown in Azkaban. Besides, no offence, but she's an Auror."
"Non, it cannot be not you as well! She has cast enchantments on you both."
"What?"
"You... urh... Fancy 'er too."
"I did." Harry admitted, "I've kind of gone off her of late."
Fleur nodded sharply, "As it should be. She is not worthy of your attention, you are a champion. A hero"
"Fleur, not to make you angry or anything, but Tonks is an alright sort of person. Do you think she knew?"
"What?" She snapped, "What?" she said softer.
"Just a theory," he said quickly.
She looked at him piercingly, "You are once again with the mistruths," she said. "I know you are. You have told me something you feel you shouldn't and now you are peddling backwards."
"Back Peddling."
"Pfft!" she said with Gaelic expressionism. "It is unimportant; do not try to take me off the rails."
"Derail."
"'Arry!" she said warningly.
Harry smiled charmingly, "Look Fleur..."
"That is indeed a charming smile, My Champion, but I have seen many charming smiles." she cut him off, "I wish to see truth."
Harry ducked his head, "The Weasley's have been good to me Fleur."
"Have I not?"
"We don't talk often, Fleur," he said.
"That shall change. Nevertheless, I still intend to get to the base of this 'ere problem."
"Bottom"
"Excuse 'em, moi?" she said with a slight smile.
Harry blushed, "To get to the Bottom of the problem."
"I need not English lessons this moment." she snapped, "I need a friend."
Harry looked at her steadily. "Perhaps I am not the best choice for that right now."
A tear leaked out of the corner of her eyes, "Please 'Arry" she said in a tone of voice that stoked his fire while at the same time broke off a chunk of his heart.
"He's a git, alright."
"Oui, a git of big embellishments"
"I don't want to know about Bill's embellishments, big or otherwise." he cracked wise.
Fleur chuckled slightly as she got the pun. People often took her accent and miss wording to mean she was much simpler than she in fact was. It was no mean feat, normally, to become a school champion. She just could not quite crack English. She slid forward on the bed and sat next to him.
"I won't tell a soul about this discussion," she told him. "That way you can stay true to both sides of your conundrum."
Harry quirked a grin, "How come you can use words like that when Bottom eludes you?" He asked.
Fleur laughed gaily, her hair floating around her head in a blonde cloud. "You make me laugh, 'arry. I need that."
"Anytime."
"Am I not beautiful?" She asked sounding a lot less sure than earlier.
"Fleur you are without doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Don't forget, I'm surrounded by knock outs on a regular basis, so that IS saying something."
She smiled at him, and then promptly kissed him. It started as an innocent peck, but quickly built into something steamy.
Harry did not stop the kiss, Fleur did; she looked at him from a few inches a way, "Not a leetle boy now," she said huskily.
"No, I'm not." he agreed.
"I want very much to take you."
Harry looked at her in surprise.
"Your nobility will be fighting my decision. Do not let it. I need to be… to feel feminine, as my friend, will you do this thing I ask?"
"You could have anyone, why me?" He asked
"Because you are you," she replied.
"I probably shouldn't," he said with a sigh.
"I ask this favour of you, I will promise to return the favour in some way and this WILL be the night of your life. I can do things no one knows about. These and more I wish to show you this night."
"Why?"
"You are there for me, and I feel a ... strong desire to do so. It calls to me, here," she said touching herself and she was not touching her heart.
Harry breathed in heavily. This just was not fair. A beat and then...
'Oh bugger nobility,' he thought and pressed his lips slowly to the French beauty's soft mouth.
She responded in kind, her supple lips seeming to mould to his perfectly. Her slender but firm body pushing against his, His hand did its usual and glided up her skirt making contact with the soft flesh of her thigh and softly caressing her there. Something felt slightly off though. He pulled back and looked down.
She smirked, "They are natural color... The winter, I do not like it on my skin, so I cover it up."
Harry looked at her quizzically, she moved his hand further up her thigh and realization blossomed in his eyes, "Bloody hell."
"You like?" She asked with a coy smile filled with promise.
"I've recently become fond of them," he admitted.
"I should be insanely jealous of this other woman, non?" She asked jokingly, "I can tell from your kissing that you 'ave been practicing lately."
Harry smiled slightly, "Off and on."
"They are lucky girls, but tonight... I will be the lucky one, non?"
"I think it's me that's getting lucky... Oh, that didn't come out right."
Fleur giggled at him in a most enticing way, which was strange because normally he found it slightly annoying. "Ahh, you hands are magnifique," she said with a sigh as he touched her skin above the lace of her stockings. She swayed slightly as he just ran his hand up and down the top of her slender but shapely thigh. "Oui, you will indeed be getting very lucky this night," she said after a moment, licking her lips slowly and giving him a hot look. "Now... let me show you a true French kiss," she said with a hint of the devil in her eye.
"Weren't we just doing that?" he asked.
"A little, give me your tongue."
"What just stick it out?"
"A little," she told him. Harry did as he was asked and then he felt another tongue sliding around his own. He moved closer to get proper 'closure' but she kept her distance. Her tongue gliding around his, he repeated her movements and she purred in the back of her throat. It was strangely exciting actually. Then she finally made contact with her lips, their tongues deeply entwined together. The heat between them rose dramatically and she pushed off his heavy coat. Her nimble fingers setting to work on his shirt
He started to respond but she broke away, "Non, I want your 'ands were they are. In fact, let the other be on my 'uzzer leg." she asked, "Your touch, it is like fire. It is making me wet."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. "I will show you," she said, using one of his hands to touch her pussy and pulling it out from under her dress and holding it between them. "See," she said, licking his fingers clean. "Hmmm, I taste good." She said.
Harry repeated her actions, taking a taste for himself, "Better than good, amazing. Like pure lust," he said.
"You smooth talker," she purred, "Now hands back in place, please," she said, once he did as asked she worked his buttons again. Her eyes heavily lidded and lips pouting and kiss swollen. "Hmm, nice" she said once she had his shirt off. "I like a man that takes care of 'is body. Now let me show you 'ow I take care of your body."
She pushed him backwards, his hands sliding to hold her pert backside in his grip. He squeezed a little causing her to smile, "You like my ass, non?"
"Like the rest of you, it's amazing," he whispered.
"Perhaps one time I let you take me there."
Harry blinked at her, "What?" he said.
"Ahh dear sweet 'Arry, I 'ave much to show you." she said, her lips kissing him on the chest between words. She kissed around his chin and then on his mouth with stoked fire.
His flame lit. The dragon awoke. Magic hummed on his skin and Fleur began to moan as he pulled the tiny g-string that she was wearing off with a sharp tug.
"Oh," she said in surprise, "My, you are stronger than you look," she told him, kissing him again, and her tongue tangling with his and her hands trailing on his chest.
She suddenly stopped and Harry groaned pitifully. 'No!' he thought to himself, then, 'YES!' he added when her dress flew over her head and floated away. "Dear god in heaven," he breathed.
She put her hands into her hair striking a pose for him, thrusting out her modest but perfect breasts, each tipped with a rock hard nipple. "You like what you see, 'Arry darling?"
Harry was just about able to nod, his hands gliding across her body towards her chest. "Oui, touch them. Oh, Mon deu," she suddenly said as Harry's hands actually began to glow as his lust overreached his control. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she bit her lip. "I feel it, your magic... It is pushing into my body," she breathed in a husky voice. "More, 'Arry, more"
More came and she writhed around on top of him, her hips bucking against his still clothed shaft, dry humping him in to a frenzy. She let her arms drop and put them flat on his chest, working her hips harder and looking at him with a somewhat wild-eyed gaze, her pupils seeming to fill her beautiful blue irises. "Oh, more, oh yes," she screamed.
'Thank god I included a silence charm.' He thought briefly before he was swept away in the tide of their shared passion. "I am going to fuck you stupid, 'arry. Fuck you so hard, so long with my pussy," she chanted.
Dirty talk was new to Harry, but he LIKED it.
"You want to fuck my tight little pussy, non?" She asked, her lip curling upwards.
"Oh god, yes"
"Is this your first?" She asked, fighting his belt buckle.
"Oui," he said then blinked, "I mean yes."
"This is good. That I can be your first, the first is immortal, special. I will make this special for you, 'arry, I will make this memorable."
"It already is," he told her.
"Lift your arse,"
"What?"
"Lift, so I can get this fucking clothing off," she told him, her eyes a little crazy.
He did as he was asked ... okay told. He was not complaining, though, as he had the hottest woman in the world about to ride him. He was not ready to complain about anything. It was the work of a few seconds to strip him down, and then she actually growled at him. "Oh baby," she purred, taking a hold of his shaft and jerking him off with quick sure movements.
Harry's head swam, then he felt her move and, bang, he could not think. Her talented mouth worked over his shaft, her lips splayed around him as her tongue flicked, and then she moved up and down a bit before taking him into the heat of her mouth. Her head bobbed a bit and she sank down.
Harry gripped the sheets to either side of him in sudden fear of loosing control. 'Dear god in heaven, she's taken it all' he managed before she sucked hard all the way back up, coming off with a wet pop.
"Fuck" Harry breathed.
She said something in French that was rude, exciting and more than a little naughty. He was SO glad at least one of his donor's spoke the language, but he had no wish to know which right then.
He responded in kind and in the same language.
"Fantastique!" She said. "You have a talented tongue to speak my language. 'Ow about you put it to more interesting tasks?" She said shifting round so her pussy was over his face.
He felt his mouth go dry. She even had a beautiful pussy. "We do like a mirror." she told him.
"What?"
"You do me well and I will do the same back," she explained shortly, looking intently at his rock hard cock.
"Fine by me, luv" he said, moving his head and attacking her pussy with gusto.
"Oh, oh, oh" she chanted but then realized she was not holding up her end of the bargain. She licked her lips, spat on his cock and sucked hard, working around him with professional ease.
Harry almost forgot what he was doing but realized if he did that, his fun would end, so he redoubled his efforts.
Somehow, Fleur managed to increase her rate of suction. Harry was sure his brain was heading south and would be shortly removed, but he did his British best and pushed his tongue into her incredibly hot core. Her slick lips slid aside easily and her hips bucked against his face. He pushed deeper, as deep as he could before removing his tongue and basically kissing her.
Fleur groaned deep in her throat, but since she had a mouthful of Harry at that moment, she was not able to articulate just how happy she was with him, so she showed him, her hand playing with his balls as she blew his brains out. His hips moved against her and she gagged slightly but kept up the pressure and, thusly, his pleasure.
His tongue flicked her clitoris and she shuddered slightly. His hands grabbed her arse and pulled down, holding her in place as he French kissed her to the best of his ability, pure need driving his movements and knowledge guiding him. Magic flared in his hands again and Fleur shuddered again. She once again intensified her suction. Frankly he had no idea how she was doing it. She had not taken a breath in a while either. Her head moved systemically and the occasional wet noise came from where they met. Every sound, taste and sight was driving Harry crazy with desire. He held onto a thread of rational thought merely to make sure he kept control over his reaction and tease the lithe French woman as she pleasured him.
It was getting close though. Harder to maintain control.
He lifted away from her now soaking wet pussy to say, "Fleur," in a somewhat urgent voice.
She replied by making his crown hit the back of her throat and pushing.
An intense feeling of pleasure shot through Harry and he almost lost it there and then. Her head changed angle and she worked the entire length of him with long slow sucks.
His eyes crossed by this point and the only thing he could concentrate on was above him, dripping in desire for him of all people. He licked her from top to bottom, playing with her clitoris before sucking on it and amping up his magic, thinking he could bring her off and get her to let off at the same time.
He brought her off and she just sucked all the harder for it. Harry's hips bucked, hitting the back of her throat again and he just lost control. She pulled back a bit and felt him shoot into the back of her throat. She took it all greedily, purring like a kitten as she did so.
Harry's head dropped back down to the bed, his eyes glazed over slightly.
Fleur shifted round to look up at him, her virtually naked body covered in a light sheen of sweat. She pulled off his softening dick with another wet pop. "You taste so good," she purred. "And made me cum so hard," she said in a sexy tone. "And that was just the beginning."
Harry's eyes shot open. "Erh, Fleur, you'll have to give me a minute."
"Now iz the time to show you something no Metamorph can do," she said with a nasty smile before she then kissed the end of his cock. Something cool ran down it and it jerked back to attention. "Bet you didn't know I could do that," she purred, kissing his shaft with feather light kisses. Harry was breathing hard and very, very hard.
Fleur moved and swung one leg over him, holding herself above his cock. "Do you want me, 'arry"
"More than anything."
"I know what you are, 'Arry. I see it in your eyes. I don't care, in fact it makes me wetter for you," she told him. "Can I fuck you, my lord?"
"Oh god, yes, please," he said, not even noticing the word 'lord'.
"You wish is my command," she said her voice smoky and slowly met his up thrusting cock. His crown just parting her labia as she stilled her movement through force of will, rubbing him up and down her inner lips. She sighed and her hair hung down her back as she looked up eyes fluttering closed as she sank slowly down his length. She let out a slight gasp with each inch taken and a moan as they met bodily.
Harry also let out a sound that was part pleasure, part pure desire. His hands found their way to her hips and held them and her in place. "It's like a wet furnace," he whispered.
"You did that to me, 'arry. It is you that makes me so damp. So 'ot," she said shivering with pent up desire. She swung her hips around in a circle.
"Oh my god!" Harry breathed.
She shifted around again, thrusting forward as she moved to the back, pushing him deep inside of her body. "Oh," she said suddenly as he hit something she was not expecting. She said something in a language that Harry did not understand, almost bird like in fact and suddenly she got a lot tighter, clamping him in a silken vice.
"Oh fuck," Harry wheezed out.
She gripped him and pulled up, letting him slide agonizingly slowly through her velveteen grip, her wetness allowing him to slide slowly in the tight grip she had him in. "We," she said and panted slightly, "Normally," she said pausing again as she pushed slowly back down, "Save this... Ahh... for 'ze bonded."
Harry was shivering, his every muscle misfiring in pleasure.
"But," she purred, moving down to kiss him softly, "I knew you could 'andle it."
"I'm not so sure about that Flu...hhhh yes," Harry tried to respond.
She worked her hips in a circular movement, a wet noise coming from their joining. "I'm not sure I can 'andle zis," she breathed. "Give me your magic 'ands, 'arry," she begged.
Harry concentrated for a moment and magic flowed into his palms, creating a soft glow.
"Oh Mon ..." Whatever else she said was lost in a long drawn out moan of ecstasy. "More give me more," she begged.
Harry focused his entire will on her, "I'm not sure that's safe."
"I'm not fully human, 'arry. I can take it. Pleeeaaasssseee"
Harry let a little more power flow. Minuscule when compared to what he had available, but still at least double what he had hit Cho with. Fleur's vaginal muscles fluttered around his cock, sending him into cloud cuckoo land for a moment, when he came back she was still climaxing around his cock, her throat open in a full out cry of bliss.
She looked amazingly erotic her head thrown back, looking seriously mussed. Her body covered in a sheen of sweat and breasts straining upwards, her pelvis still working him in small circles. He pulled in his power. "No..." she begged, looking at him wildly. "More, again."
"Ok, just one more time- for now. This could be dangerous," Harry said somewhat lucidly, though it was like swimming through mud to be so.
Fleur smiled beatifically and worked him with her muscles as a white wave slammed through her again, and again, and again. AND again. Her body was shaking like mad by this point but she held on, not letting her lover loose out. "Enough," she breathed.
Harry immediately pulled in his power.
"Mon Dieu, 'Arry. You do not realize what you have," she told him. "I've never cum so 'ard."
"I've never been so 'ard- hard," he said.
"I did zis," she said self-affirming. "I alone did zis."
"Yeah baby, all you."
"What's the pink haired ones name again?"
"Who... Ohh Urm, thingy yeah know who you-oh fuck-mean. Urm I honestly have no clue right now. Please don't stop."
A slightly evil but self-satisfied smile appeared on her face. "As it should be, 'arry. You can 'ave any woman you like but promise me you won't 'ave her."
Harry's eyes snapped open, "That's sneaky," he replied, with a smile.
She pursed her lips and shrugged setting her breasts jiggling slightly. "Promise me this, 'arry and I will fulfil your every fantasy. Do every degrading act you wish of me. I will gladly spend the night with as many women as you wish as long as it's not 'er."
"As long as I'm there," he said with a grin, his head dropping back to the bed as she began working him again.
"Anything you want, 'arry. I'll be part of your Harem, but not with 'er."
"This has really got you where it hurts, hasn't it?" he said, his mind on autopilot.
She paused and looked at him with hooded eyes. "If not for you... I fear for what would 'ave 'append this night."
Harry looked at her seriously, stopping her movement with his hands on her hips. "What do you mean?"
"Veela aren't rejected, 'arry. We are the ones that reject. It is alien to our belief system, the very way we are 'ooked up."
"I don't like what I'm hearing, Fleur. He's just one man, you can have anyone."
"Now... I only want you," she said, bracing herself on his chest and starting to move again, this time faster, stronger and with a specific aim in mind. "I want you to cum in me 'arry."
"I... can't" Harry panted.
"Why?"
"Not... ready... for ... kids."
"Zen I won't 'ave one," she told him simply. "I can control zat. A simple task."
Harry struggled for control as her movements became more frenzied. Her breathing became ragged, as did his, as they approached a joint orgasm. Her pussy held him in a slithery grip that teased and pleased. Harry's eyes glazed over but he forced him self to stay looking at her. Blue met green as the two lovers stared into each other's eyes. Breathing sped to heart attack pace, along with the beat. Everything suddenly stopped and they both let out a cry as they came at the same time.
The very house rocked as a backwash of Veela and Harry's power mixed and backwashed in a climatic explosion.
Fleur collapsed against him, still holding him inside of her, breathing hard and looking flushed. For once, her hair was not perfect and she had that 'just truly fucked' glow about her. Harry had, frankly, a silly grin on his face and was staring up at the ceiling in shock, not noticing that the light was swinging from the force of their joint climax and the resulting release of power. In fact, he could not actually see that far at that moment.
Suddenly the door shook. They looked at each other, a little out of it still. Then the hammering continued.
"ALOHAMORA!" a loud voice cried.
"Oh... bugger" Harry said and then clicked his fingers.
Remus Lupin fell into the room and looked around, he, being a werewolf, was the only one that had the sheer brute force to get through to various protections covering the door. Once he had, of course, everyone piled in behind him.
He sniffed and looked around again, his eyes going narrow.
"What is the meaning of 'zis intrusion?" An angry French Veela demanded from the bed. Remus looked over at her suspiciously.
"What are you doing in Harry's room?" He asked.
"Miss Delacour, I do most humbly apologize," Kingsley added.
Snape glared at her, "What was that ruckus a moment ago?"
"I WAS sleeping," she spat, pulling the covers up around her neck.
Remus noticed, however, she kept looking around as if she had lost something. Which, knowing the French, could be anything from her pasties to her panties. Not that he would complain it if was the latter, she was a powerful presence to a werewolf such as he. Especially one that had not been laid in- Oh virtually a lifetime! 'Mind on the job, Remus,' he thought to himself forcefully.
"You mean to tell me you slept through the entire house shaking?" Snape asked in a sardonic drawl.
Remus sniffed again. There were two familiar scents in the room. One was Harry and it was too damn strong to be from the last time he had been here. The second, as aforementioned, he had not smelt personally in a while. It was the distinct zing of some sexual Olympics having taken place in a confined space. Faint memory though it may be, it rather stuck in the mind.
'Was Harry doing the French bird?' He wondered, more power to him if he was, but Bill would be PISSED when he found out, but then he was rather taken with Tonks of late. At least he usually stank of her when Remus visited. Then he also occasionally caught a whiff of Veela on him too. 'What the buggering hell is going on here?'
"The Earth rarely moves for me, it is others that it happens to when I'm around!" She said frostily with a hint of sexual predatory instinct.
Snape snorted a laugh, something that was becoming more commonplace of late. It was as if someone had used some industrial strength dynamite to remove the stick from up his arse. Who, though, Remus had no clue.
'God, please don't tell me Snape is getting some while I've not even had a kiss in the last ten years!' he bemoaned to himself.
"I'm sorry we disturbed you, Fleur," Remus said finally. "We're checking everywhere."
"Very well. Perhaps I could get back to my pussy nap."
Remus gagged on his tongue. "Indeed," he managed after a moment.
With that, they left, repairing the door on the way out.
Fleur gave them a minute to clear off and then said, "'Arry?"
Harry faded into view from near the bathroom. "That was bloody close," he said.
Fleur laughed, "You should be getting back," she told him.
"I'm supposed to be visiting Cissy."
"Pfft, she will wait on you until tomorrow. She is waiting on you quite a bit, I suspect. You are getting the... 'ed from her, non?"
Harry blinked, "Urm... No. Actually she is giving me some lessons."
"Then I must thank her. Your tongue is amazing." Fleur said.
"You have a one track mind, Fleur. She's teaching me about women, a subject I am woefully lacking in."
"With ze prick such as yours, you need not worry about women 'arry"
"Fleur!" Harry said goggling at her.
She shot him a devilish smile, and got out of bed. Since she was still dressed in a pair of stockings and her shoes and sod all else. It had quite the physical effect on him.
She hooded her eyes at his look and then struck a provocative pose. "Perhaps we could make with the sex again?" She asked in a sexually charged purr.
"I'm fairly sure it'll fall off, actually."
"Nonsense 'Arry. I will keep a good HARD grip on it," she said with a sexy wink.
"You're a tease," he told her.
"I'm willing to back up my teasing for you, 'arry," she told him seriously.
"Anyway I should pop outside and come back in go see Cissy."
"She also wants to make the sex with you, 'arry."
"Perhaps Fleur, but I'm not about to take advantage of that situation."
"You took advantage of zis one," she pointed out.
"One, you caught me at a weak moment, two you're irresistible, three you asked as a friend and I couldn't refuse you. Four, it's not quite the same situation."
"Why is zis?" Fleur wanted to know. Harry sensed she was not angry or anything, just curious. "She is very beautiful, non? You want 'er, 'arry. I can tell zis. She certainly wants you. She is attached to the mirror before your every visit. I also as a Veela sense the... Hairy gnomes, I zink the Muggles call them. We of the Veela call them ze- how would you say… Lust smell." she shook her head, "C'est une traduction de merde. But close enough."
Harry looked blank for a moment, "Pheromones."
"See as I said Hairy gnomes."
Harry suppressed a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure I don't put out any actually."
"Merde, why do you zink I was so powerfully attracted to you? It was ze smell; you put it out like a 'harlot, put on le parfume."
"I do?" he asked, surprised.
"It is part of your… nature now, 'arry. Accept it and move on with it."
"Nature."
"Oui, you are not just human now. I know zis. You are draconian."
Harry looked utterly stunned.
"We Veela, 'ave a pact with the dragon kind that goes back-many years. We shared the information between us. Religion and culture. They speak to us and we speak to zem."
"How?"
She hissed at him.
"Yes I know that, but how do you." he replied, not even realizing what he was doing, but then stopped dead and stared at her in shock. "You speak Parseltongue?"
"Oui. All Veela do. Since long ago."
"Boy I wish I'd known that before."
"It is big hush, hush, you must not tell a soul, 'arry."
"You have my word, while in human form," he added, "if you promise to keep what you know to yourself too."
"In human form, Oui."
Harry smiled, that was the best deal he was going to get. "So exactly what do you know?"
"You are ... ze ... Noir, non, Black ... Dragon." She said simply.
Harry looked nervous.
"I felt it as we were joined together. It was... heady."
"Likewise, I assure you." Harry said back, a charming smile in place of his nervous expression.
"Now go... fuck the Cissy."
"Is it me or are you trying to get me to lay Cissy?" He asked bemused.
"It is your nature, 'Arry. Don't you know? Dragons, ze males, they are not ... one at the time... urh... how would you say. Ahh Monogrammed."
Harry laughed slightly.
"Is this not correct?"
"I suspect not. I think you mean monogamous," he supplied.
"Ahh Oui, Oui. Indeed that is the word. So what did I just say?"
"Monogrammed, erh... you get monograms on towels and stuff. Peoples initials marking what is theirs."
"Oh, whoops," she said a tiny shrug and a smile, being utterly irresistible at the same time. "Whatever, though it is true."
"I never knew that."
"Ze males they have a... Harem, the more powerful ze male the bigger the Harem. Being what you are, 'arry, you would be able to have a VERY big one."
Harry blinked back another laugh. "That is a little strange though..."
"It is part of you now, 'arry."
"You don't have a problem with this."
"I meant what I said, 'arry."
"I'm a little fuzzy on the speech stuff during the act, I'll admit. More on the 'wow' than anything else."
"Merci," she said with a hooded look.
"Fleur... do you think you could put some clothes on? You're making it hard- to think," he added the last quickly.
"Is it very 'ard, 'arry?" She asked with a predatory smile.
"Very."
"I could deal with zat before you go..."
Harry smiled but then shook himself, "No, I should really go."
"Go then, fuck the Cissy woman," she said with a smirk.
"I'm pretty much fucked out right now, Fleur."
"Want to bet on zat, 'Arry?" She replied saucily.
"Fleur, for you I'm always ... ready."
She swayed over to him, her every step sexually charged. "Prove your claim, 'arry."
Harry took a pointed look down.
"Ahh. I see." she said with a smile. "Such a shame you must be going..." just then, footsteps sounded outside her door. "Go. I will come visit you at Ze School if I do not see you before. We have much to discuss."
Harry leaned forward and kissed her passionately, then faded out of sight, the feel of his lips on hers stayed with her for quite a while despite the fact he had magic's himself away.
"Magnifique," she exclaimed.
-oOo-
"Where have you been?" Cissy asked as she let Harry in the front door, "You've missed all the excitement."
"Oh? What was that?" Harry asked stepping over the boundary once again.
"Some sort of explosion rocked the house. Everyone thought it was that French girl for a while," she told him, taking his arm and leading him up the stairs. "We'll have to go to my room, there's a meeting in just about every other available space. For some reason Fleur is in your room, hiding away from everything."
"Well, if the place is as crazy as you say, can't really blame her can you, Cissy?"
"No not really," she admitted with a slight smile. "Come on in then," she said, planting herself down on the end of her bed and looking at him curiously.
"Sorry, lost in thought for a moment then."
"Sweet Merlin... It thinks."
"I resemble that remark." he replied.
"So, how goes Option one?"
"I did it in a moment of weakness," he admitted. "She just looked so ... bloody hot."
"Men," she said with a roll of her eyes, 'Lucky cow' she added mentally. She was coming to realize she was taking the place of confidant and advisor in the ways of the female mind to Harry and was worried that was as far as she would get. It was not so bad, but it did lack that sweaty factor she would quite like. Lucius had not touched her in years, thank god, and an affair had been out of the question, for her at least. "Come on, sit down, don't be shy." she sat patting the bed beside her. "This isn't the first time you've been in my room, Harry. I promise I'll only bite if you ask me first," she said playfully.
Harry chuckled and walked with a slight limb to the bed. "Are you alright Harry?"
"Hmmm, what?"
"You're limping."
"Ahh, just over extended myself earlier. Nothing to worry about."
"Want me to kiss it all better," she purred.
"Maybe later," he said with a smirk.
"Okay what happened with The Head Girl?"
"It happened yesterday actually."
"Nothing since?"
"She's been asleep apparently."
"Impressive."
"I didn't get to do much, actually."
"Oh?"
"Well, without getting into any detail, she certainly seemed to enjoy herself, but we didn't reach any... me time."
"Poor boy. I can deal with that for you if you like," she said with a smile.
He shot her a hot look.
Her eyes widened, but unfortunately, he appeared to regain control. "You are awful," he said with a smile.
"I assure you I'm quite good actually."
Harry let that one slide.
"So, you didn't get anything from the arrangement. What did she get?"
"I'm not going into details"
"The least you could do is let me get vicarious fun," she said with a curled lip.
Harry chuffed a laugh, "Okay she... completed a few times as I... partook of her intimates orally," he said flushing slightly.
Cissy felt herself moisten at the thought. "Young, virile and with table manners," she said. "A dream come true- so how many times did she complete."
"About 5, I think."
Narcissa Black blinked in shock. "Pardon?"
"5 or so."
'No wonder she'd been asleep.'
"How did you manage that? Is she perchance very inexperienced? Utterly in lust with you? An army of toys were on hand?"
Harry smirked, "I have a few tricks."
"Such as?"
Harry looked at her for a long moment. "It's a kind of magic," he said with a smile.
"Demonstrate, don't worry you can keep your lips to yourself. Demonstrate the magic?" she asked honestly curious.
"I need skin," he said bluntly.
"You've had your hand up my dress before. You don't have to be shy about that."
"If I remember correctly, I have to reach a fair way up to get to skin," he replied.
Cissy put a hand up her own skirt, stood up and slid a hand down her leg. One pale leg appeared with a pile of dark nylon on her calf. Harry thought it one of the most strangely erotic things he had witnessed... except Fleur full stop.
He blew out a breath, "Blimey."
"There, plenty of skin."
"I'm not sure I should do this."
She waved her wand at the door, it squelched shut and the air seemed to deaden, a sure sign that the room was silenced. "No one will catch us if that's what you're worried about. It will be our little secret. Honestly Harry, what's the big fuss?"
Harry reached out, touched her leg at the calf, and ran it up to her knee.
"Nice hands, but what's the fuhhhhh..." she dropped backwards onto the bed and moaned as Harry hit her with his whammy. "Oh sweet Merlin!" She panted out, her own hands pulling at her breasts with a lot more force that Harry himself would use. Her thighs rubbed together and he smiled slightly as she bit her lip. He amped it up a bit, "Oh merciful God in heaven." she cried out. "Sweet Harry give me more."
He moved his hand up further and did as he was asked. Her back arched and she let out a bird like cry and then a drawn out moan. She held the position for a moment then dropped back to the bed as Harry withdrew his power.
"Cissy?" He asked after a moment.
"Give me a moment, darling," she said in a sexy tone of voice. "That was... amazing," she told him, slowly pushing herself up onto her elbows. "I came," she said in surprise. "HARD."
"I know that Cissy."
"Thank you for that wonderful demonstration. Please feel free to continue," she said.
"I'm leery about doing that too much." He said.
"Does it take much power...? I could feel your magic, it stimulated just about every part of my body all at he same time. Then wham, heaven," she said sitting up slowly.
"You should... put that back on before anyone sees," Harry said looking down.
Cissy nodded, hooked up her dress and smoothed the stocking back up her leg. She was so wowed out that she forgot to try to turn him on with sensual movements, but the effect was the same.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have amazing legs?"
"Why, thank you, Harry," she said, putting a leg out for him to view. "You really like?" She asked in a purr.
Harry nodded and then shook himself. "But you Urm... could you sit down or something. I'm trying to speak and it's hard to think with you doing that."
Cissy laughed but took pity on him. Sitting closely beside him, she could feel his presence beside her intensely and an almost palpable hum of power to him as well. She just had a taste of some of that power and frankly, she was willing to do just about anything for another taste.
"So you put poor Cho out for the count then."
"She was upright when I sent her back to her dorm." Harry said with a shrug. "This is still quite new to me, so I'm only just learning how to control it."
"Dear Merlin, are you really?" She asked in shock.
"I'm still not sure what power is required for what, how much a woman can take before she blacks out. Well, Cho did black out at one stage, actually twice, come to think of it- But she was awake when she walked away, that's for sure."
"Five?"
"Or six."
Cissy breathed deeply for a moment, "I hereby offer myself up for experimentation," she said seriously.
Harry cut her an amused look.
"I'm serious, Harry." She told him.
"What?"
"You need to test your limits, learn to control your power, and to do that you have to experiment. I will keep your secret and I am less likely to black out on you since I have some experience under my belt. I would also suggest you get Cho to do the same. I suspect she would be more than willing. That way you have two to compare against."
"Everyone's trying to build me a Harem lately," he said with an amused sigh.
"Oh really?" She said in interest.
"Never mind. Look, this could be dangerous. What if I give you too much? Is there a limit to the amount of orgasms a woman can take?"
"Normally soreness is a factor there Harry, but with this, that doesn't count, so... the limit would likely depend on the girl, or woman you used it on. I'm pretty sure I could take more than five or six." She had no idea in truth, but she was dying to find out.
"Well, I was also stimulating her orally."
Cissy smiled, "I've told you before... I'm yours anytime, anywhere, anyway."
"I think we've had this discussion."
"It's been nearly a month Harry. I'm fine, I swear. Do not get me wrong, I would still like to see you string up LeStrange and my darling husband come to mention it. Other than that, I'm ready, willing and able."
Harry met her eyes then nodded, "Okay, I believe you."
She smiled. "Then get your damn clothes off."
Harry laughed, "But not tonight. I have to get back."
'Bugger it!' Cissy thought to herself. "Just don't go changing your mind on me, Harry."
"It could be a few days before I get back, you know that right?"
"I know, I know." Cissy said in a huff.
Harry smiled at her, and snaked his hand up her skirt. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fell backwards, an organism hitting her before she hit the sheets. He did not stop until she blacked out. She was right in the end, she could take more.
-oOo-
"Come on get up already!" Ron said shaking Harry by the shoulder. "We'll miss breakfast else."
"Piss off, Ron" Harry mumbled.
"You used to be the one waking me up mate," Ron said with a grin.
"Ron!"
"Come on, you lazy git"
"Fine! I'm up already."
"Mate you're still dressed. What time did you get in last night?"
"I have no idea," Harry replied honestly.
"I don't know how you manage to get away with it all the time. If I tried, I'd be skinned."
Harry smirked, "Just part of the Magical Me!" He said with a fake Lockhart smile, all teeth and no emotion.
"You start being like that Git and I'll thrash you mate," Ron told him with a chuckle. "Come on, get changed, or grab a shower and get changed. You kind of smell funny mate."
Harry looked nervous but then hid it quickly. "Okay, okay. That is probably a good idea. Must be the coat."
"Try not sleeping in it then, mate. We normal folk have things called Jammie's," he said over enunciated carefully on the last word.
"One, don't call them that. Two, girls really do not think they are sexy. Boxers are best. Three, piss off and get your breakfast so I can have a shower."
"Four," Neville put in poking his head around the dorm room door. "Cho Chang is outside and is asking for you."
Ron made an approving face, "Hot one that, Chang." He said.
'You have no idea mate,' Harry thought to himself, but he could not help the slight scowl of irritation that crossed his expression. She should not be waiting for him outside; it was not as if they were going out or anything. In addition, he was still a little miffed at being left high and dry on Saturday.
"Do me a favour and tell her I'll be down in five- no ten minutes."
"You shouldn't keep a girl like that waiting mate." Ron said sagely.
"You're only saying that because Lav has you pussy whipped."
"Harry!" Ron sputtered. "Take that back!"
Harry held up his hands, "Sorry, Sorry. I am just... in a weird mood today. I really was quite happy asleep."
Ron paused, dragging out his forgiveness, but it was a foregone conclusion. Meanwhile Nev had nipped off to do Harry's favour. "Okay, I'll forgive you this time." Ron said grudgingly. "Don't say it again though, mate."
"Okay mate, I won't" Harry said.
"Besides me and Lav, we're special, you know..."
Harry made a face of distaste. Ron laughed suddenly, "She was telling me you used to crack onto her a fair bit. Is that true?"
Harry's anger roared. "A little perhaps."
"Well, just don't now, hey?"
"Of course not, she's with you now." Harry said, offended at the suggestion.
"I knew I could count on you mate."
"Of course. But Ron- be careful with her alright."
"Careful?"
"Just... watch yourself."
"Okay mate, I always do; you know that."
"I hope so mate. Now bugger off so I can get a private shower for a change."
Ron laughed and walked off.
Harry watched him go and his power flared. 'What the hell is she playing at?' he fumed inwardly. He stripped down to his boxers and walked into the shower room. Fuming the entire time, he had a burning hot shower. He liked the heat these days.
A few minutes, five or so, later he walked out of the shower room rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
"Oh my," a female voice said from the direction of his bed.
Harry froze. Then removed the towel from his eyes, "What on earth are you doing up here, Cho? Do you know the sort of trouble you could get into for this?"
"Of course I do, Harry, I'm head girl after all." Cho said, eyeing him unabashedly.
"How'd you get in anyway?"
"Again... I am head girl. I know all the passwords for the common rooms. I took a guess at which dorm would be yours based on year and position, the bed has your glasses on it. Simple deduction, Harry."
He looked at her askance. "Next question... Why?"
She gave a small shrug. "Well, I feel a little guilty." She admitted, "I've been asleep since Saturday and I realize that I left you... wanting." She told him, leaning back on the bed and letting her robes fall open. She was wearing the same outfit from Saturday. "I know you like this dress, Harry." She said with a coy smile. "How about we skip breakfast?"
"I'm hungry," Harry said simply
"I've got plenty to eat."
"That's what left me high and dry before. I need food," he told her firmly.
She pouted at him, "Come on, Harry, it won't take long."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you," he told her slightly smugly.
She smiled at him widely. "Perhaps you underestimate me?"
"I don't think so Cho. Tonight, then we will talk. Today food and class."
She got a little pissed at that, "Fine. Don't bet on me turning up anywhere to meet you tonight- where did you want to meet again?"
'What the frilly fuck?', "Outside your common room midnight." he told her.
"Okay... This time I'll let you off, Harry."
"Cho... You're not my girlfriend," he told her.
Her face registered hurt for a second and he cursed his new nature. It was at the same time cold, hard and fiery. In a lustful way. It was an odd sort of combination but it left him slightly lacking in woman handling... Other than, the more interesting type at least.
"Not yet," she said finally.
"Not ever. I'm not looking for that sort of relationship Cho."
She studied him, "For what you did to me Saturday, I'll take what you're giving"
He frowned as he watched her leave. This was going to be trouble he could smell it. Considering both his forms had a sense of smell about a thousand times more sensitive than his old purely human senses, he tended to ACTUALLY be able to smell trouble coming now.
He sniffed and then shook his head. 'Damn it but she was turned on, too' he thought to himself in slight surprise. He stalked over to his chest and quickly got into his uniform and threw his robes around him. He hated this uniform these days, it itched and scratched quite unlike his more casual leather clothing, which was smooth, and, thanks to enchantments, cool on his skin.
He made his way down to breakfast quickly after that, he was actually very hungry. This could be explained by the energy, of varying sorts, he had expended the night before. The magic was a trickle, apart form his time with Fleur and oh god was not that a pleasant memory, but he had been on the go for a while.
He quickly sat between his two friends who were still somewhat frosty to each other, though Ron still had no clue as to why Hermione was being so hostile of late. He just responded in kind with some Weasley temper thrown in for the heck of it.
"Morning 'Mione," he said with a pleasant smile.
"Morning Harry," she said smiling back at him.
Harry smiled at her. Breakfast continued in its normal fashion for a while, until she reached across him to grab some bread rolls, which was fine, her female presence caused his own personal beast to clang against the bars he had built up, but fine. Then he felt a hand on his leg and it wandered upwards.
Dean suddenly fell over backwards and the entire table shook as Harry jerked so hard he kicked the table and Deans chair very hard.
Hermione had a secret smile on her face that was part pleased and part amused.
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Dean said, luckily laughing.
"Oh shit, Dean I'm so sorry mate."
"What happened, mate?" Ron asked.
'Hermione just felt me up' flashed across his mind. That would go across about as well as pitching a chocolate fireguard to a new business banker. "Spasm. Sciatica or something." He said, feeling his back.
"You know, I learned all about sports therapy last summer, I could help you with any stiffness you might have."
Harry goggled at her.
"What's sports therapy?" Ron asked.
"Like a medi-witch," Harry said before Dean could answer. Dean cut him a funny look that was filled with amusement.
"Figures," Ron said, going back to his fried breakfast.
"So Harry, Miss Zabini is due in today. She couldn't clear up her schedule before, but now she's agreed to come!" Dean said, moving on the topic and talking about something exciting for him. Harry too, though her fee was coming out of his pocket and it was prodigious at that. He did not mind though, it would be worth it to inject some talent back into Wizarding Britain.
"That's really good news, mate. When will she be starting classes, do you know?"
"Not sure, but I hear you've been roped into being her assistant as well."
"Well I won't be able to do much more than lump around clay and mix paint together... Once she tells me how to do it. I have had bugger all luck finding the recipe. Sorry."
"Not a problem mate, I expect it's an artist secret," he said with an exaggerated wink.
Then more bread and accompanying touches.
Dean picked himself off the floor, "Harry!"
Harry laughed nervously, "I'm so sorry mate. I think I need too- run away," he said with a slightly crazed expression. Her hand had wandered a little further this time. Perhaps this was the pheromone stuff, Fleur had been talking about. He pretty much took to his heels out of the breakfast hall.
Draco watched him go and rolled his eyes, "Freak," he said to a chorus of his sycophant's agreement. Tracey Davis, however, was looking at him in a very different light, looking between the spot he had been and her blonde friend.
"What's with the one sided staring contest?" She asked in a low whisper.
Daphne looked guilty all of a sudden. "Daph?" Tracey pressed.
She shook her blonde locks at her raven-haired friend.
"Later?" Tracey asked.
Daph paused then nodded.
Tracey settled down and went back to her breakfast, wondering what the heck was going on now. She would also have to check in on Potter later. He would not know of course, but that was part of the fun... no thrill.