5 Chapter 5

Harry Potter walked out of the Room of Requirement after another intense practice session and started walking down the stairs. His mind was occupied with several thoughts all at once.

The most prominent of those was the announcement that had been made some time ago.

Every Gryffindor from the fourth year onwards had been summoned to an expanded Transfiguration classroom. Amidst constant chatter, Professor McGonagall had arrived and dropped the bombshell.

The Yule Ball.

An event the females were ecstatic about, while the males dreaded.

And for good reason. After all, it wasn't the females who had to approach a male and ask, thereby risking the prospect of being humiliated after a rejection.

Harry did not have such issues, however. He was aware of the fact that he was quite a catch and that several ladies would be more than willing to go to the ball with him. The problem was that he wanted to spend that evening with someone who did not see him as some sort of prize to show off. He wanted the girl, whoever it might be, to see him as Harry – a person. Not the celebrity.

He first thought of Fleur. They had their carnal relationship, and no one apart from Daphne and Tracey knew about them. He had still not told her about that. In fact, it had been a few days since they had spent time together. Both of them were otherwise occupied lately – him with his practices, either solo or with Daphne and Tracey, and Fleur with her practices as well, presumably. He did not bother to encroach much.

It was clarified that champions are not permitted to go to the ball together.

That made him cross Fleur off the list.

He thought of Daphne and Tracey next and immediately discarded both options. They were Slytherins, and he did not want them to be subjected to the scrutiny that being his date would come with. Talking in classrooms was one thing. A date in front of the international press that was covering the tournament was something else altogether.

That put him in a slight dilemma. Those three were the only ones he was on friendly terms with. Hermione was a no-go, and so was Ginny. Both were too overbearing for his tastes, not to mention he was not on good terms with the former. The latter was too absorbed in her hero worship of him to look past that moniker.

Since the ball had been announced and he had discarded those options, he had been wondering just who he could take to the ball. There were several cute girls who he would love to accompany, but not all had what he was looking for.

Slytherin as a whole was discarded already. He either did not know them or they hated his guts. There was no third reason. The remaining three houses though had some very promising prospects.

After much deliberation, Harry had narrowed it down to a few, but the most prominent of all was one Susan Bones.

Try as he might, Harry could not push the words Dumbledore had uttered to him out of his mind. Susan Bones had the potential to be the ticket to his Godfather's freedom. The only thing holding him back was his conscience. He did not want to use the girl.

Yet, that conscience was receding by the day. Every time he thought about Sirius, he found himself thinking more and more about going ahead with the plan Dumbledore had proposed. It would be easy enough. Win the girl's heart, solidify their relationship, arrange an audience with her aunt, and plant the seed thereafter.

However, the relationship would be fake. Susan was an attractive girl, but with this motivation planted in his brain, there was no way he could strive to form a genuine relationship with her. There would always be this voice in the back of his mind, constantly reminding him just why he was doing this and what the foundation of the relationship was.

It was cruel. And it was unfair to her. He could destroy her life if he went through with it.

That was the reason why he had already discarded Susan's name.

There was another girl he had his eyes on. One Cho Chang.

The girl with Asian roots was one of the prettiest in all of Hogwarts, and that was why it was not a surprise that she had already been asked by someone. Harry did not know who had asked her, but she was already spoken for.

He walked out into the snowy courtyard and before he could blink, he was hit with a soft snowball right in the face.

Blinking, he wiped his face and looked around. A large game of snowball fight was going on, and he saw several students from first to seventh year engaged in the fierce fight.

Fred and George were, as always, the ones conducting the fun event. He saw them hiding behind a large wall of snow with a few firsties.

He looked over to where the snowball that hit him had come from and immediately spotted her smirking face. The girl he had been thinking of asking to the ball a few moments ago.

"I'll show you!" He shouted and flicked his wand, sending multiple snowballs straight at her. The brunette shrieked as she was assaulted all over her body – the shield wall of snow not hiding her from where he was standing.

"Good job, Harrykins!" One of the twins shouted. "No magic though. Do it the regular way."

"You think I care?" Harry laughed and flicked his wand again, banishing more snowballs straight at a soaked Katie who grunted as she was hit in the face, exactly how she had hit him a few minutes ago. "Payback, Kitty-kat!"

"I'll show you payback, Potter!" She cried out and rushed him. Harry's eyes widened when she conjured a shield to keep his banished snowballs at bay and she was upon him in no time. He watched, surprised, as she jumped him, sending him sprawling on the snow with her straddling him in the wide view of just about everyone present.

"This is our chance! Attack!" One of the firsties that had been with the twins cried out, and everyone quickly went back to their game. Meanwhile, Harry stared at Katie whose cheeks were flushed with cold, and who was breathing heavily as she sat on his lower belly.

"This will show you, you cheat!" She grinned, her hazel eyes sparking, as she grabbed two fistfuls of snow and planted both hands on his face.

Harry batted her hands away and hurriedly wiped his face as Katie continued to throw snow right at it, giving him no respite.

"I'm not stopping until you admit you cheated," she gasped as she kept throwing fistfuls of snow right on his face.

"Alright, fine! I concede!" Harry cried out finally when she showed no sign of stopping. "I cheated. I lose, you win. Happy?"

"Very," she grinned and stood up. Harry grunted when she deliberately pushed downward on his belly with extra force as she did so. He gave her a mock glare, shaking his head when she only smirked.

"Come on, get up already," she chuckled, holding her hand out for him. Harry sighed and grabbed her hand. However, instead of letting her pull him up, he pulled her down instead. Her eyes went wide in shock as she came tumbling right on top of him, and Harry quickly rolled them over so that he was hovering over her.

Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, and Harry was acutely aware of the fact that they were in the courtyard where anyone could see them.

"I have half a mind to stuff your mouth with all this snow," he whispered throatily, taking in her radiant face flushed red. He had a feeling that not all of it was due to the cold.

"You won't dare to," she retorted in an equally breathless voice. Her chest heaved as she exhaled and inhaled the cold air, hazel locked onto emerald.

"You're right. I won't. Got some ulterior motives," he replied.

"Huh?"

"Go to the ball with me, Kitty-kat?"

Katie's eyes widened as she stared up at him.

"You serious? Me?"

"I don't see anyone else named Kitty-kat here," he chuckled. She stared up at him for a long moment before she grinned.

"You're on, Potter," she replied.

Harry grinned.

"Nice. Meet you in the Common Room in the evening then," he said, his mouth still set in a wide grin that made her chuckle.

"Won't make it if you keep me trapped like this," she replied. However, she was taken aback when Harry suddenly smirked.

"Something tells me you don't mind this so much."

Katie was astonished. She had never imagined Harry could be so forward, and it was pleasantly surprising to see that he had this side to him. The way his emerald eyes sparkled with confidence was incredibly intoxicating.

Before she could reply though, he pushed himself to his feet and held his hand out. She had half a mind to do what he had done to her but she let it go. He had already accepted his defeat anyway.

"I'll see you in the evening then," he said, and to her surprise, he pulled her glove off and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. She caught the glove he tossed toward her and could only stare as he retreated back inside the castle.

"Oh my," Angelina's teasing voice came from her right. "Looks like little Harry is not so little anymore."

"And he's got some game too," Alicia teased from her left.

Katie kept staring at the retreating figure until he turned a corner.

"Merlin that was the hottest experience of my life," she whispered. The other two chasers cackled as they grabbed each arm of their youngest partner, taking her with them inside the castle.

"Come on, our dear flying vixen. Let's get you ready for your true hottest experience that you'd be having tonight. And you better tell us all the details."

Katie's mind was not far behind in conjuring certain images and try as she might, she could not help but flush brilliantly. Beside her, the two chaser girls giggled.

Meanwhile, in the snowy courtyard, the Weasley twins grinned as they watched the girls walk away.

"Did you see that, Gred?"

"Sure did, Forge."

"Our little Harrykins, all grown up," Forge shed a mock tear.

"Grown up so fast too," Gred shed a mock tear himself.

The firsties stared up at the twins with exasperated looks on their faces before one of them remarked, "There two are completely bonkers."

The remaining kids dissolved into fits of giggles at that.

-Break-

Harry had to stop himself from laughing outright as he laid his eyes on Ron. There was no way that a frilly article of clothing like the one he was wearing belonged to a man.

Although it could be something medieval wizards used to wear. He didn't have much knowledge about the wizarding fashion sense to comment on that.

"This smells like some ancient granny!"

Harry held back a snort at that and turned to his mirror to fix the sleeve of his tuxedo. Muggle attire was not common among purebloods, and he had already seen several males sporting dress robes. He had tried one, but it didn't catch his fancy. Cue in the tuxedo he had bought a few days ago on a trip to Harrods. The attendant over there was very helpful in that regard.

It was nothing too fancy and yet elegant enough to show that he was someone to be taken notice of. Although he did not like attention on himself, he was slowly getting used to what his station came with.

A black shirt, a black blazer with glittering black patterns over the lapels, and a black bow tie completed the look. He was going for the dark look, but it looked elegant as fuck. The tuxedo was fitting enough to not choke him or impede his movement in any manner.

"Looking nice, Harry."

Harry turned and smiled at Neville who had gone the traditional wizard's way, clad in maroon with black trims. The robes suited him, and Harry expressed as much, to the boy's slight embarrassment.

"Who's your date, Nev?"

Neville blushed and mumbled something, making Harry chuckle.

"Sorry, didn't catch that."

"It's Ginny," he replied, prompting Ron to whirl in surprise.

"What?"

"Oi Ron! Don't you start on it," Seamus called out from the opposite side of the room. "Your sister won't be happy if you do. Remember what she did the last time, right?"

Ron grimaced and looked away. Harry chuckled to himself. Ron had tried to scare off Colin Creevey who was doing nothing but working on a joint assignment assigned to him and Ginny when the spitfire had laid into her brother. Safe to say, Ron had shortly learned to walk on eggshells when it came to his sister and what she got up to.

"Have a good time, you all," Harry called out and walked out of the dormitory.

The Common Room was a hive of males lounging around and waiting for their dates to the ball. Harry spotted a few more students who were wearing a tuxedo and sighed in slight relief. He won't be the odd one out.

Several eyes turned to look at him as he emerged from the alcove leading into the Common Room. He ignored all and walked over to the fireplace where the Weasley twins were sitting with Lee Jordan.

"What're you three up to now?" He asked, taking his seat.

"Ah, our grown up Harrykins, looking dapper, isn't he?"

"A bit too dashing. Our dear Kitty-kat might melt at the sight of him."

"No worries, brother o' mine. After what we saw today, dear Harrykins won't mind eating her all up."

Harry averted his eyes, looking into the fire. He and Katie had indeed put on quite a show for everyone present in the courtyard.

Clearing his throat, he looked at the twins.

"Who are you two going with?"

"Angie and Licia, who else?" Lee Jordan replied in their stead. "I'm going with the Brown girl. You know, the one with the big—"

"Gotcha!" Harry interrupted with a slight grimace, making Jordan grin. "You know, you should at least remember her name if you're going together."

"Nah, betcha she doesn't know my first name too. That girl is interested in nothing but this big black—"

"And that's enough!"

They looked over and saw Angelina standing behind the couch with a disapproving look on her face.

"You could try being a bit less crass, Jordan," she said disapprovingly. The boy shrugged unapologetically.

"Just saying it how it is, girl."

Angelina shook her head before she walked over to one of the twins.

"Oi Angie, I'm your date. Why're you going for the ugly twin?"

"I can tell you two apart pretty well by now, uglier twin," the girl retorted. Harry snorted at the affronted look on Fred's face. George, meanwhile, gave his twin a smug smile.

"She's coming any minute now," Angelina said to Harry with an impish smile. Harry gave her a relaxed one.

"No need to hurry. We have some time left."

"Too bad, there she is," Angelina replied, motioning with her head behind him.

Harry turned around and took a moment to take her in.

Katie came over with a beaming smile, clad in a stunning red dress with maroon and black highlights. The dress was form-fitting at the top, showcasing her generous assets in all their glory. The neckline stopped right above where her cleavage began, showing only a hint of the valley between her breasts which, Harry noted, were larger than he had previously thought. The dress hugged her form around the waist and flared halfway around her hips, showcasing her supple rear. He saw it had a slit at the right side, giving him a tantalizing view of her well-toned legs resulting from rigorous Quidditch practice and exercises that followed it.

Her lustrous brown hair was flowing down her back in waves, and there was a strand dangling over the left side of her face, hiding half of her eye and giving her a seductive look. She had put a lot of effort, and it was plain to see, but Harry was glad to note that she had not gone overboard like a few girls he had already seen around the common room. He had no interest in wiping a layer of paint off his tuxedo if she happened to lean her head on his shoulder or chest, and he was grateful that the possibility of something like that happening was zero.

Harry used to think Katie was slightly tomboyish, and he had never been more wrong about something before. She was all woman and a very attractive one at that. He could not wait for their date to begin.

"You look lovely," he complimented sincerely as she came to a stop in front of him, and the blinding smile she awarded him with made him grin.

"You clean up quite nicely as well," she replied, gently caressing the front of his tuxedo. "And you've no idea how glad I am that you're in a tux. Those robes are not my thing, no offense, guys."

The Weasley twins waved her words away.

"Trust me, we'd have preferred a tuxedo as well, but our dear mother…"

That was enough of an explanation.

"Ready?" Harry asked, holding his arm for her. Katie smiled and wrapped her arm through his, pressing herself close to him. Harry could feel the side of her breast against his body, but he was not one to complain.

"Yep," she beamed, looking up at him.

They walked out of the Common Room and down the stairs toward the Great Hall which would host the ball.

The Entrance Hall was full of students dressed for the occasion. He tried to spot anyone he was on friendly terms with, and his eyes immediately found Daphne's.

The blonde was looking radiant in her form-fitting sapphire dress that matched her eyes perfectly, and Harry did not fail to notice the way she eyed him. He looked her over and had to admit that she looked ravishing. He paid special attention to her bare shoulders, letting his eyes wander over the creamy white skin on display that ended well over the swell of her breasts. The neckline covered her lovely tits and not even a hint of her cleavage was shown. Her eyes twinkled mirthfully as she saw him check her out.

Beside her, Tracey, clad in a beautiful lavender dress did the same. Hers was held up on her shoulders with thin straps and had a slightly plunging neckline, showcasing the swell of her lovely breasts nicely. Harry ran his eyes over her figure as well, ensuring she saw him. The grin she gave him was enough for him to know she liked the attention.

Harry was not dense. He had recognized back during their first session that the two girls were interested in him. At least Daphne was, and she wanted Tracey to be a part of it as well. Their advances had only increased during the next session, and Harry had to do everything in his power to not succumb and just give in.

As he looked at them, he did not miss the way they eyed him and knew their next session was going to be different. He did nothing more than wink at them, aware that they were going to the ball with each other. He could not help but feel slightly happy that they would not be going with some other bloke.

The next was Fleur, and he could tell that she was dressed to impress. Her silver dress hugged her generous curves, help up by a solitary strap, leaving the other shoulder bare. The dress flared past her wide hips, showcasing them elegantly. His fuckbuddy, or his friend-with-benefits, was going with some guy who he vaguely recognized. She looked utterly bored and kept casting distasteful looks at the bloke, and Harry chuckled to himself. The moment her eyes fell on him, Harry had to clench his fist. That smoldering look in her eyes was enough to make his pants tighten.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Bell, this way," Professor McGonagall instructed, and they smiled at the old Scotswoman. Walking over, they stood behind Krum and his date. The Bulgarian seeker introduced her as his girlfriend, Natalia Ivanov. She was a beautiful curvaceous woman with light-brown hair that transitioned into blonde near the tips. As Harry looked at her, he had to admit that Krum was one lucky bloke.

The students walked into the Great Hall while the champions and their dates waited, and once they were ready inside, the large double doors swung open.

They walked inside amidst rounds of applause, and Harry had to admit that Hogwarts had outdone itself. He had never seen the Great Hall look so majestic before. The ceiling was a clear, starry night and snow was falling all around them, and yet none made it to the floor. It was quite a show, with ice sculptures dancing about. There was a massive Christmas tree right where the stairs to the podium began, and he noticed the Great Hall was expanded to accommodate all the guests.

As instructed, Harry and Katie walked over with the other two champions and their dates for the first dance. Taking her hand, he rested the other one on her waist as Katie did the same on his shoulder. The band for the evening – The Weird Sisters – began playing and they started swaying to the music. Harry ignored everything and everyone around them and focused on nothing but Katie, intent on giving her all his effort. He had already strayed his eyes enough for tonight. The girl in his arms deserved all his attention now.

For her part, Katie was very pleased with how the evening had begun. Harry was very attentive, and she could not find any fault in how he had behaved so far. Even during the dance, he had eyes only for her, and that made her feel very flattered. He could have his pick of witches and yet he had chosen to go to the ball with her.

The other couples joined the dance floor shortly, and soon everyone was swaying to the gentle ball music.

They took a short break for dinner with the champions, and Harry did not miss how Fleur looked utterly disinterested in her date. He gave her questioning looks every so often, but she simply shook her head and gestured toward Katie. Harry understood and nodded.

In no time, they were back on the dance floor. Harry had his arms wrapped around her waist, her body flush against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. His hands rested on the small of her back and he could feel the curve of her rear as they rocked and swayed to the music. Harry relished the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against his chest and caressed her back with soft strokes, inhaling her flowery scent. All the while, he tried to think of gross thoughts to stop himself from getting erect. There was no way she would miss it, with how pressed up against him she was.

'Think, Potter. Gross thoughts. What could it be? Got it! Vernon and Petunia. Vernon and Petunia. Snape and Petunia. Vernon, Snape, and Petunia. Snape and Marge."

Harry gave a relieved smile into her hair when he felt himself back in control.

Swaying with her, he looked around the Great Hall. Malfoy was dancing with Parkinson. He promptly ignored the lowlives. Daphne and Tracey were dancing together, and he smiled at the blonde when their eyes met. Neville and Ginny were having a good time together if the way they were hugging each other was anything to go by. The redhead noticed him looking over and he smiled at her.

However, the next moment, his eyes fell on Ron who was sitting on an empty bench, clad in those horrendous robes, with an equally disgruntled Hermione sitting beside him. He promptly ignored those two as well.

He searched for Fleur around the Great Hall and after a long while, he found her standing against the wall in the corner. The bloke she had come with was nowhere in sight. He did not fail to notice that she looked morose. Her demeanor was one of disappointment.

Harry wondered whether he could do something to help her out.

"Should we take a break?"

Harry was brought out of his musings when Katie spoke up, and he saw her glancing up at him.

"Sure," he smiled. They held hands and he led the way toward the drinks counter.

"And here's the power couple of the night!" George crowed. "To Harrykins and Kitty-kat!"

Glasses were thrust in their hands and elated, they clanked them together and drank.

"Having a good time, you two?"

"It's been brilliant!" Katie grinned at Angelina, who beamed. The three chasers quickly got into a personal conversation as Harry stood there with a smile. It felt good to see Katie so happy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fleur looking at him. She made sure he caught her eye. Once he did, she gave him a discreet nod and gestured with her head before she walked out.

"Hey Kitty-kat," Harry called out, interrupting the girls' little chat. "You mind staying with these lovely ladies for a few minutes? I gotta—"

"Yeah yeah, you gotta go to the bathroom. We get it. Go on, we'll be here," Alicia chimed in with a teasing grin. Harry chuckled good-naturedly before he looked at Katie who nodded.

"Be right back," Harry smiled at the three girls and briskly walked away toward the exit, mentally apologizing to the girl. He vowed to make it up to her when he got back.

Once he was out of the Great Hall, he looked around. Making sure he was alone, he donned his cloak and walked to the right where Fleur had gestured for him to come.

He found her leaning against one of the broom closets at the end of the corridor. The girl had carefully chosen the pathway least frequented by both the students and staff. Still under his cloak, Harry reached her and pulled her inside the closet, locking it behind them.

For her part, Fleur was entirely unperturbed, having felt him. She quickly began casting the strongest privacy charms she knew as Harry pulled the cloak off and tucked it away.

Once she was done, she put her wand away and pounced on him.

They kissed hungrily, like possessed by nothing but mad lust. Fleur was in a hurry, and so was he. This was no time for foreplay or making love. Both wanted to fuck, and both were eager to satiate their pent-up urges with each other.

"Merde, you've no idea how hard it's been," Fleur groaned as Harry kissed her neck greedily. His hands mauled her tits over her dress before he grabbed the lower half of the dress she was wearing, searching for the slit.

"On the right leg," she groaned as he continued to assault her neck and chest with fiery kisses, leaving a trail of raw passion burning on her delectable skin.

Harry shut up with a kiss, furiously tonguing her mouth as Fleur moaned into the fierce kiss. His left hand came up, groping her right breast over her dress while the right hand found its way in through the slit, mauling her bare ass under that sexy silvery dress.

Fleur reached forward and grabbed his erection over his trousers. She started to stroke the bulge and moaned when Harry delivered a firm slap on her ass cheek.

Quickly, his hand slid forward and pushed her soaked panties to the side. Fleur groaned into the kiss as she felt his finger plunge deep inside her gushing hot quim. The lace of her knickers was soaked in her juices and Fleur could feel it leaking out, trailing a path down her legs and into her sandals. She was too preoccupied to care though.

Harry fingered her furiously as they kissed hungrily. Her legs were parted wide under that dress and her heels clattered on the floor as she tried to keep her balance. Harry's hand was still groping her breast over her dress while the other one kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

"I want you in me," she pulled back from the kiss, lips swollen. Harry wasted no time and started working on his trousers, pulling them down around his ankles and letting his cock spring free. Meanwhile, Fleur gathered her dress in her fists and pulled it upward from the slit, freeing up her legs. Harry grabbed the fabric and pushed it behind her, trapping it between her body and the wall. Her lower body was rendered bare save for her panties, which he quickly slid down her legs.

Harry grabbed his length and positioned the head against her entrance, and Fleur watched on eagerly as he rubbed it over her folds.

"Quit teasing now, 'Arry," she groaned impatiently. Harry chuckled and pushed forward.

The head of his cock popped in, making her moan in pleasure, and Harry slid forward once more. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

"Fuck yes!" Fleur moaned with an erotic smile on her beautiful face before she grabbed his face and furiously kissed him. "Go on, fuck me, lover."

Harry obliged. Her pussy walls stretched around his girth as he began to plow into her at a relentless pace, slamming his prick deep inside her vaginal cavity. Her arms came down to wrap around his neck and she held him against her. All the while, Harry's cock plundered her hot depths, sinking deeper and deeper inside her with each stroke.

Pulling away slightly, Harry quickly pulled off the decorated strap of her dress that held it up over her right shoulder. The left was bare, and it didn't take him long to pull the top of her dress down her breasts, freeing them. He quickly grabbed her tits and started mauling them, using the orbs as leverage to plow into her. He could feel her tight, wet pussy squeeze its folds around his throbbing cock. He could also feel her trying to get his cock as deep inside her as she could. Her panties were dangling down her legs and she raised them, fully succumbing to the desire of being under his control.

For his part, Harry kept her firmly between his body and the wall, with the bunch of her dress cushioning her against the rough surface. He could feel the back of her heels digging into his waist, pulling him close, and he began pumping faster inside her, mauling her tits and hauling her off the floor entirely.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Fleur began gasping out loud. The privacy charms took care of any interruption, and no one would be coming to interrupt them at this hour. A little over five minutes had elapsed since he had left the Great Hall, and he knew he had enough time until he had to get back.

Her pussy was tight as fuck, and he thrust his cock up eagerly into her. She was squeezing him rhythmically, intent on milking him, and Harry took her with all the aggression he could muster. Her lips clamped on his once again in a hungry kiss, and her moans muffled.

Harry felt his orgasm approaching at a rapid pace, and he pulled back from the kiss to tell her.

"In me! I'm close too! In me, lover!"

Harry grunted as she clamped down hard around his length and he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her tits were bouncing around wildly, and her dress was bunched up around her belly. Harry couldn't care less. His orgasm was imminent, and by the feel of it, so was hers.

Fleur crying out in jubilation was what finally sent him over the edge. He held her firmly as she shuddered on his cock, riding out her orgasm as Harry's cock shot thick ropes of his hot, thick cum inside her soaking pussy. Her mouth sucked his as her inner walls coaxed every last drop of his seed that he could give, and he shot load after load inside her, not stopping until he had deposited everything he could inside her.

Finally, he gave one last thrust inside her and leaned against the wall, panting. Fleur, with her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and her tits bearing pink marks of his hands, breathed heavily as she slowly lowered her legs onto the floor.

They pulled away after a few moments and Harry stepped back. He quickly cast an Evanesco on both of them, vanishing any trace of sweat or other fluids from their bodies and clothes. Fleur smiled at him as she fixed her dress, watching him do the same.

Once they were done, she looked up at him and kissed him softly.

"Thanks, I needed that after the disaster that this night was," she whispered. Harry smiled and kissed her again.

"Anytime," he replied.

Fleur smiled before taking his hand, and Harry suddenly felt himself re-energized, just like he had been a few weeks ago.

"For that lovely girl you came to the ball with. Can't let her leave disappointed just because you were with me, right?" She chuckled.

Harry grinned and kissed her again.

It was a little over ten minutes when Harry made his way back to Katie, who was still talking excitedly with Angelina and Alicia. Fleur had called it a night, telling him that it was the best way to end it.

Harry walked over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His adrenaline was still at a high, and he didn't realize how forward he was being right now.

Angelina and Alicia looked at the assertive way he had pulled Katie against him, surprised, before they grinned.

"Alright then, we'll see you two."

Harry watched them go away before he looked down into Katie's surprised hazel orbs.

"Should we continue where we left off?"

Katie smirked, and feeling daring after his show of confidence, leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Let's go."

Harry smirked and led her through the crowd toward the dance floor. The night was still young.

TBC.

A.N.: Harry's tuxedo looks like the one Lionel Messi wore to The Best FIFA Awards 2022. Look it up if you're interested.

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