Fleur Delacour Pt. 2

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In the end, his decision isn't really about Bill Weasley. Look, Harry doesn't have anything against the guy personally… but Fleur's grievances against Bill are legitimate. You make the vows that Bill made, you better be ready to keep them. And cheating on a woman like Fleur? The man was an idiot, full stop. Harry might have found that he was the kind of wizard who liked to sleep around, but HE wasn't married to anyone, now was he?

Still, all in all… he didn't like hearing Fleur constantly talking about Bill. Especially when they were about to have sex. And more than that… this was about bringing Fleur on board. Dividing and conquering. Hermione was going to get in close with Triss, and Harry was going to get in close with Fleur so they could use the French Veela to seal the deal with the Charms Professor. It was really that simple… but if they were going to make it work, then Fleur needed to be thinking about one man and one man only. Harry himself.

And so, with Fleur's ass wiggling right in front of him even beneath his grip, Harry narrows his eyes… and lets out a low growl as he slams home into her cunt. He doesn't just fill her with his cock, he positively penetrates her, stuffing himself as deep inside of the beautiful part veela woman as he possibly can. Doing so feels good… but this isn't about feeling good. This is about leaving an impression. It's about sending a message.

"Yesssss! More, 'Arry! I want to feel you! I wan-nnngh!"

Reaching forward, Harry hooks his fingers into the side of Fleur's mouth before she can bring up her ex-husband AGAIN. Instead, he fishhooks her, ultimately turning her words into incomprehensible gurgling. He does the same on the other side of her mouth as well with his other hand, and with his fingers hooked into her jaw… Harry begins to fuck her in earnest.

Fleur gasps and gurgles and moans but cannot form a word any longer. Harry, for his part, growls louder as he leans over her, fucking her with powerful strokes from behind.

"You talk too much, Fleur."

He knows he's on the right track when he feels Fleur's pussy clench down HARD around his cock. The veela likes to be talked down to, he guesses. Despite her confidence act from earlier, despite her attitude… she liked it when a man got a little rough with her. Or maybe she likes it when Harry in particular gets a little rough with her. Either way, he's definitely not against taking advantage of her arousal.

Using his fingers in the sides of Fleur's mouth, Harry yanks her back away from the chair she'd bent over. He turns her around, making her walk into the center of the classroom as he continues to pound into her from behind.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass cheeks fills the room as he positively claps her posterior while fucking her nonstop. The squelching noises of his cock going in and out of her pussy aren't quite as loud, but they're still very audible. And finally, there's the gurgling coming from her open mouth as he gags her with his fingers.

There's nothing elegant about Fleur Delacour anymore. She is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, reduced to the basest form of a woman at the moment, just as Harry has reduced himself to the basement form of a man. He's like a damn caveman right now, taking and fucking his heart out as he grunts and snarls like… like some animalistic beast.

But hey, it's working for Fleur. Her pussy spasms and clenches down around his cock non-fucking-stop. She cums over and over again for him, and it's clear to Harry that he's hit some sort of… button for the part veela. Whether he really is going deeper inside of her than any man before him has ever been, or she's just really enjoying his cock, Harry couldn't say.

One thing is for sure though, he's not going to last forever… so he has to make what time he does have count. Pounding into Fleur with all his might, making her gurgle and sputter around his fingers, Harry doesn't let up.

Still, at a certain point his arms start to feel the strain of being wrapped along the length of her body in order to fishhook her. At a certain point, he needs to give them a break. So he does, pulling his digits out of her mouth and bringing his hands down to her chest instead. He grabs Fleur's tits without a second thought, giving the beautiful French woman's soft, pale breasts a good hard squeeze as she lets out a gurgling moan.

"Ooooh, 'Arry…"

He can hardly believe she's still capable of coherent thought, let alone speech. Fuck, he's really giving it his all here. Despite debasing and degrading her, despite intensely fucking her in the middle of the classroom, her art studio, her sanctum… Fleur is still cognizant. And just as he fears, the next thing out of her mouth.

"Bill could never have-!"

"Will you shut the fuck up about Bill Weasley, Fleur?"

He's at his wit's end, to be honest. Otherwise, he might have said it differently. Fleur whips her head around, glaring at him for a moment. Then, she pulls out of his grasp, yanking herself off of his cock. Harry half-expects her to tell him to get out, but instead, she turns around and leaps at him, taking him to the floor and re-impaling herself on his dick right then and there.

Suddenly on his back, winded and slightly dazed, Harry blinks, before realizing that at some point, this had abruptly become a fuck-fight instead of just a normal bout of sex. The French Veela on top of him hisses as she drives herself down his length.

"And why should I, 'Arry? Why shouldn't I badmouth that bastard every chance I get, hm?"

He's not about to be cowed, damn it. No matter how fucking sexy Fleur is… no matter how hot she is. And that last part is literal as well as figurative. As he grabs Fleur by her hips, she almost feels like she's burning up, like she has a fever. Harry barely notices this, even as he flips them both over, putting her on HER back and fucking her even harder.

"I don't give two shits about Bill Weasley. You're not going to see me defending your ex-husband, Fleur. But it's obvious you're not entirely over him, if you can't go two minutes with me fucking you without thinking about him."

Fleur's eyes widen as Harry drops that little truth bomb on her. And it is the truth, as far as he figures. He doesn't think Fleur is still in love with Bill. Maybe a little part of her, but if Harry had to guess, he would say Fleur's love for Bill had turned into hatred. See, that was a common misconception. That love and hatred were completely opposite from one another.

They were actually two sides of the same coin, and much more closely tied together then anyone cared to acknowledge. The opposite of both love and hatred wasn't each other… it was apathy.

And if there was one thing Fleur CLEARLY wasn't feeling right now towards Bill Weasley, it was fucking apathy. And sure, maybe her feelings were valid and fair, but at the same time…

Surging forward, Harry doesn't give Fleur a chance to speak again. He covers her mouth with his own and sticks her tongue halfway down her throat. She freezes up for a moment, the absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman beneath him. If you'd told Harry back in his Fourth Year that he'd be fucking Fleur Delacour, he would have laughed at you. After all, she was just… so far out of his league, right?

Well, no as it turned out, she wasn't. Not only was she now single, but apparently she'd carried something of a torch for him all this time as well. And Harry… Harry was latching onto that fact, and the painting she'd done of them, as hard as he possibly could. He was using it to bolster his self-esteem, to inflate his courage. Because if he didn't, he might not be able to keep up this façade of a rough, domineering wizard, especially when face to face with a man-eater like Fleur apparently was.

Or maybe… maybe hers was an act as well. The epiphany strikes Harry mid-thrust, and he only starts fucking Fleur again when she lets out a muffled noise of confusion against his lips. Plowing into her, kissing her deeply, Harry reaches up and tweaks her nipples, grabbing her breasts again and rubbing his palms against her teats as she squeals into his mouth.

She hasn't tried to regain the top position since he flipped them over. Nor has she tried to break the lip lock of her own accord. Was it possible that everything Fleur had done so far was… an act? He'd always thought her to be a man-eater because of her beautiful looks and her veela heritage. But that wasn't very fair, now was it? Sure, Fleur was gorgeous. No doubt about that.

But as far as he knew, she hadn't had many boyfriends before Bill. There was her date to the Yule Ball, but even that hadn't gone anywhere, according to the Hogwarts Rumor Mill. She was… just as inexperienced as Harry. No, more than him after all he'd done this year. Harry had had to grow up fast, when it came to the world of sex. From being somewhat unresponsive in that first experience with Andromeda back in his home, to now after all he'd done and all the witches he'd fucked.

In comparison to all of that, Fleur was very nearly small potatoes. The only reason she'd been such a Mountain for Harry to try and climb was because of how he'd made her up in his own head. All along…

Pulling his mouth away from Fleur's, Harry looks the beautiful French Veela right in the eye.

"I'm going to cum soon, Fleur. I'm going to explode because you're so fucking sexy. I want you to tell me where to leave my load. And don't you dare say you want it inside just to remove the presence of Bill fucking Weasley."

Fleur flinches, and flushes, and averts her gaze. She looks down at where they're joined together for a moment, before letting out a shuddering breath.

"O-Outside… cover me in your seed, 'Arry. D-Do it… baptize me in your c-cum!"

Well, when she put it like that… Harry grunts, giving Fleur a few more savage thrusts, making her breasts bounce in a truly amazing manner before finally pulling out and cumming. His seed explodes all over her naked form, covering her just like she asked. Fleur, for her part, moans wantonly… and then the oddest thing happens. She begins to rub his cum into her body, but before Harry's eyes… it's already disappearing into her flesh. Or maybe… evaporating?

Fleur is burning up. She's pulsing with heat, and his cum is either absorbed into her body completely or turns to gas and floats away. Harry blinks at the display, not entirely sure what the fuck just happened if he's being honest. Fleur notices him looking however… and blushes profusely before slowly sitting up.

"I apologize, 'Arry. You 'ave caught me during my Veela Heat. We Veela are… fiery creatures at the best of times, even those of us who are only part veela. I am barely a quarter, and yet I still experience the Heats. I still experience the transformations."

Furrowing his brow, Harry can't help but clear his throat.

"I, uh… thought Veela were a type of magical bird?"

Smiling softly, Fleur nods.

"Yes… a Fire Bird, of sorts. Not unlike the Phoenix… though also not at all like the Phoenix. Eet is complicated, and as a part veela, my knowledge is limited by design. Still, I can tell you this much… you have a magical touch. Eet is not just any wizard who can tame a Veela in the heart of passion. I was moments away from hurting you, if you had not… taken control."

Harry raises his eyebrows at that, prompting Fleur to flinch and look away.

"… You did not zhink Bill cheated on me for no reason, do you? Our love life was… decidedly fraught with peril. 'E could not handle it. And so, eventually… 'e strayed."

That did explain it a bit more. Fleur was an exceptionally beautiful woman, someone that most men would say Bill had no business cheating on. In that context, it almost made sense. But of course, Harry wasn't stupid enough to say that.

"I'm sorry, Fleur. That sounds difficult."

For a long moment, they fall into an awkward silence, the two of them naked, Fleur… momentarily covered in his cum, but no trace of it even remaining at this point. Meanwhile, Harry is wondering just how to broach the subject of Triss Merigold and how Fleur can help him out. He wants her on board willingly, of course. He has no desire to blackmail her, or anything as foolish as that.

But before he can speak, before he can find the words to say, Fleur pipes up instead, coming to a decision.

"… Eet is worse for my leetle sister."

Blinking, Harry tilts his head to the side.

"Gabrielle?"

Fleur nods.

"Yes, 'Arry. Gabrielle could use your help. I do not know if you recall, but she was only one year younger than you. This time is… a difficult one for Veela, even part veela like us. I was lucky enough to experience eet the year before the Triwizard Tournament. She though… she is experiencing her Veela Puberty much stronger than I did."

Suddenly, Fleur grabs him by his hands, looking at him imploringly from her position naked on the floor.

"Please, 'Arry. Will you come to Chateau Delacour in France this weekend? Will you agree to at least meet with my leetle sister?"

Harry just gapes, caught completely off guard. On the one hand… it was exactly the in he was looking for. On the other, he didn't really want to make Fleur beholden to him… even if it probably was necessary. Still, Gabrielle… it was true she would be a grown young woman now, but at the same time, how could he see her as anything less than the girl he rescued from the Lake all those years ago?

Picturing Gabrielle all grown up, looking like Fleur did back during Harry's fourth year… okay yeah, he could easily see her as more than that girl. He could easily see her as her own woman.

… Shit.

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