Chapter 3

WARNING: This story is for mature audiences only. It contains representations of sexual acts and situations.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Harry Potter and his girls belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Chapter 3:

"Will you come on, Harry? It will be fine!" said an exasperated Hermione, tugging on Harry's robes.

"I think I'm going to be sick," he muttered, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

It was time for him to meet the girls he had summoned to Hogwarts to help save his life. Only now he wasn't so keen on facing them. The joy of last night's tryst with Parvati and Hermione had been replaced by apprehension. His stomach was tied in knots as he worried over whether the others would consent to have sex with him.

The meeting was to take place in the hospital wing, as Madam Pomfrey would be presiding. Harry and Hermione were slowly making their way there, though Harry's pace was starting to infuriate her.

"Honestly, Harry, are you sure you killed Voldemort? Where's your Gryffindor courage?"

He glared at her. "This is not the same. I don't remember you being so enthusiastic when Parvati wanted us to get naked."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, "you were very understanding. It's just that we've been in this corridor for almost five minutes."

"Fine. Let's go," Harry growled, and picked up his pace.

Hermione followed hurriedly, resisting the urge to scold him further. She knew that the others would likely bend over backwards for him, but he was walking like a condemned man to the gallows.

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When they finally arrived at the hospital wing, Hermione almost had to push Harry through the open doors. Gathered inside were Madam Pomfrey, Tonks, Fleur, Luna, Parvati, an old Indian healer, and, to Harry's horror, Professor McGonagall.

"Glad you could finally join us, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said archly, as seven faces turned to stare at him.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, and made his way toward one of the open beds.

Luna leapt from her perch and gave him a crushing bear hug, a habit she had acquired from Hermione, while Tonks and Fleur approached him at a more reasonable pace.

"Wotcher, Harry," Tonks grinned, and Fleur stepped forward to give him a quick peck on each cheek.

"Er, hello Fleur, Tonks, Luna. Thanks for coming."

"Don't I get a greeting?" Parvati mock pouted.

Harry managed to resist snorting. "Hi Parvati. I 'greeted' you yesterday, I believe. Have you already told everyone what's happening?"

"Hey! I told you I can keep secrets too!"

"Sorry," he smiled weakly.

McGonagall cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "The Headmaster has been called away on business for the ICW, but has asked that I keep him updated. I will be standing in for him today. Miss Granger, if you would kindly close the doors, we can begin. Poppy?"

Hermione closed the doors quietly and then returned to Harry's side. Pomfrey looked around at the assembled witches.

"Before we begin, thank you all for coming. I assure you that this is a matter of grave importance. With us today is Healer Chatterjee, who has consulted at St. Mungo's for over fifty years. I will explain why she is here shortly."

The wizened Indian witch gave a slight nod of her head and grinned toothlessly at Harry. He tried to return her smile, but was a bit unnerved by her appearance.

He leaned nervously against one of the hospital beds as Pomfrey spoke.

"As a result of Mr. Potter's defeat of the Dark Lord, he apparently received an enormous boost of power. We're not sure why, but his magical core is now so powerful that his magic is literally leaking out of his body. This is very harmful to his health, and could potentially kill him if not treated immediately."

Harry tried not to squirm as everyone stared at him in concern.

"You are all here," she continued, "because we know of only one way to drain Mr. Potter's core of the excess magic without killing him. Healer Chatterjee is familiar with a power-sharing ritual that will allow him to permanently transfer a portion of his magic to you."

There were a couple gasps of surprise, and she paused to let the information sink in.

"You were chosen because you are each close to Mr. Potter, and he thinks well of you. That is one of the requirements of the ritual. The primary requirement, however, is sex between you and Mr. Potter."

There was total silence in the room following her pronouncement. Harry chanced a look around, and he saw surprise and confusion on almost every face.

"Are you bloody serious?" Tonks finally asked.

"I am," Pomfrey answered. "You are being asked to have sex with Harry to save his life. In the bargain you will gain a significant power boost."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, and he blushed under the scrutiny.

"I know this is awkward," he said softly, "and it's asking quite a lot. Too much, I guess. I'll understand if you don't want to participate."

"Are zere uzzer consequences?" Fleur asked cautiously. Despite having spent almost two years in England, she tenaciously held on to her French accent. Hermione insisted that she did it on purpose, since most British males found it sexy.

"Nothing harmful that we know of," said Pomfrey. "The ritual was created for use between husbands and wives, which is one reason why mutual affection is required. There will be no literal bonds formed between you and Mr. Potter, but since you are acquiring so much of his magic, you will likely feel a certain fondness for him the rest of your life."

Harry noticed that Fleur was looking at him appraisingly now, her eyes roving over his entire body. Tonks was leering at him comically.

"Oy, Harry, all you had to do was ask nicely if you wanted to get in my knickers. There was no need for the dramatics."

"Very funny, Tonks," he smiled faintly.

He glanced at Luna, and saw that she was regarding him with an unreadable expression, her head tilted curiously to the side.

He almost flinched when she stepped forward and demanded that he open his mouth.

"Er, what?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

"Open wide, please, Harry. It's important."

Harry obliged his quirky friend, and she stared into his mouth with her huge unblinking eyes. She proceeded to rub her fingers along his gums and examine the inside of his mouth closely. He wondered vaguely if this was Luna's way of assessing his potential as a lover.

"Hmmm," Luna said mistily, "everything seems to be okay. I was worried for a moment that this was a plot of the Rotfang Conspiracy. They're still trying to gain power in the Ministry, you know—dark magic and gum disease is a very nasty combination."

"Er, right. Thanks, Luna," Harry smiled, glancing sideways at Hermione.

Her eyes were closed and she was shaking her head, trying to resist the urge to ridicule Luna's antics. She had learned her lesson when Luna returned from Norway last summer with a crumple-horned snorkack in tow. Melvin the Snorkack was now one of the most popular creatures in Hagrid's third-year class. So Hermione reluctantly bit her tongue whenever Luna brought up nargles, wrackspurts, or one of her father's new theories.

"Over 9000?!" Tonks suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, and everyone flinched from the volume. She and Pomfrey had been having a whispered conversation, and now the matronly nurse was glaring at her angrily.

"Yes, Auror Tonks, over 9000. That information was not supposed to be shouted from the rooftops."

Tonks stared at Harry in awe. "Blimey, Harry; I'm not training with you again until we fix your little problem. You might blow me up."

He grinned sheepishly. "That's probably a good idea. I spent two hours in the Room of Requirement this morning releasing some magic, and I almost destroyed the room by accident."

Tonks snorted, and Harry looked around at the girls again. "I know all of this is hard to believe. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it. But if you help me, I promise I will do everything in my power to, er, return the favor someday," he said earnestly, his gaze falling to the floor.

When he looked up again, everyone save McGonagall was either beaming or smirking at him. McGonagall's face had a pinched look that implied she would rather talk about anything in the world other than Harry's libido.

"Well, you know I'm in," Parvati smiled brightly.

"Me too," chimed in Hermione, trying to encourage the others to agree.

"Me three," Luna parroted dreamily, her eyes locked on Harry's slightly tented crotch. "You can help me find a Blibbering Humdinger in return."

"Gladly, Luna," Harry smiled, relieved that the quirky blonde girl would do this for him.

Tonks just shrugged and grinned at Harry. "You're a bit on the young side for me, Harry, but it's for a good cause. I suppose I can shag your brains out if it will save your life."

"Auror Tonks, please retain some professionalism," McGonagall scolded, and Tonks smirked at her former professor.

All eyes turned to Fleur, who gave Harry a beautiful smile. "Eet would be my pleasure, 'Arry, alzo Gabrielle will be quite disappointed zat she is too young to participate."

He sighed in relief as everyone consented to the ritual. He had honestly expected someone to balk at sleeping with him. "Thank you, all of you. You have no idea how much this means to me. I'll never forget this."

"Oh, I'm quite sure about that last part," Parvati smirked, inspiring snickers all around.

"So how do we do this?" Tonks inquired. "One at a time or does Harry have to shag us all at once in some kind of orgy?"

"One at a time," replied Healer Chatterjee, speaking for the first time. Harry was surprised at her lack of accent. "It would make his magic unstable to transfer so much at once, so the ritual should only be performed once every 24 hours. It will make your own magic a bit unpredictable for a few days, but your power increase should be noticeable fairly quickly."

"Well, what's not to love, then?" grinned Tonks. "I suppose we all know who goes first. But what's the order after Hermione?"

Hermione cleared her throat nervously. "We, er, already talked about that this morning, and thought it would be best if I didn't go first."

Tonks crossed her arms and looked between Harry and Hermione incredulously. "And how did you arrive at that conclusion? You two have been inseparable for years."

"Well, er…" Hermione began, but her face turned an unbecoming shade of scarlet and she was unable to continue. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for the hammer to drop.

Parvati spoke into the awkward silence, delighted to embarrass the pair further. "Harry's a bit girthy," she replied, grinning wickedly. "To, er, ensure a pleasurable experience, Hermione needs a little practice before she's ready for the real thing."

Harry sighed as laughter spread across the group.

"How do you practice for the real thing?" Luna inquired.

Hermione's face reddened even further, and Parvati burst out laughing. "Oh, Merlin, this is too much. Just show her, Hermione."

Hermione glanced apologetically at Harry before reaching into her robes and pulling out a long blue object.

Luna's eyes widened even more than normal as she realized that it was an exact replica of Harry's penis, complete with veins and ridges.

"Hermione transfigured it from a vase this morning," Parvati informed the group. "I think she did a bang-up job."

Luna peered closely at the big blue dildo, fascinated by its realism. "So you will practice by—."

"Yes, Luna," Hermione cut her off sharply, before she could say anything further. "That is exactly how it works."

When she finally picked her jaw up off the floor, Tonks began laughing uproariously. Even Fleur chuckled at this new revelation. She stepped forward to examine the penis closely, looking between it and Harry.

"Zees is like ze real thing, non?" she smiled, getting an exasperated nod from Harry. "Mon dieu, tu es epais," she whispered, tracing the cord of tissue on its underside with one finger.

"What was that?" Tonks inquired, wiping tears of mirth from her face.

"Thick," Fleur replied, still examining it closely.

"And 6.4 inches, before you ask," added Parvati, grinning at Harry. He clenched his jaw and wished he could sink into the floor.

"That is quite enough, Miss Patil," McGonagall protested weakly, her sense of decorum outraged by the sight of the dildo on display in her school. Pomfrey glanced at her in concern, worried that she might faint.

Parvati shrugged and stepped forward, taking the transfigured penis from Hermione's grasp. "Have a look," she smiled, thrusting it into Fleur's hands. "The real thing works properly too," she whispered loudly, winking at Harry.

"I'll just bet it does," smirked Tonks, moving closer and leaning over Fleur's shoulder to examine Harry's equipment.

Harry groaned in embarrassment as McGonagall paled and gave him a reproachful glare.

He was beginning to wish he had never been talked into this plan. Parvati had convinced Hermione that she didn't want her first time with Harry to be painful, so he had reluctantly posed for a transfiguration exercise.

When Fleur was done, Tonks took Harry's penis from her gleefully and waved it around like a wand. "It really is nice and thick," she beamed. "Does it do any spells besides Harry's version of aguamenti?"

Parvati giggled, and everyone but McGonagall cracked a smile.

"Auror Tonks, please…" she protested, her face white with mortification.

But Tonks was on a roll, waving the penis around and pretending to cast spells with it. "Quite a magical artifact, Harry. You could sell these and make millions. 'Harry Potter's Magic Wand'—only it would slay virgins instead of Dark Lords."

The room erupted in laughter, and Harry sat down heavily on the bed, his face beet red.

"That's a great idea, Tonks," he muttered. "You get to work on a marketing plan. I'll just be over here practicing the killing curse. On myself."

"Oh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," she chided. "I bet Professor McGonagall would even sell them to the upper years for you. It would be like you never left Hogwarts."

"Hey, I know," she added suddenly, turning to approach McGonagall. She held Harry's penis under the elderly Professor's nose, smiling innocently. "Maybe you could use your skills to animate it, Professor; you know, make it function like the real thing."

McGonagall swatted the penis out of her face and glared at Tonks in fury. "That is quite enough, Miss Tonks. I assure you that you are not too old for detention, or to be transfigured into a seat cushion. Now behave yourself."

Tonks chuckled and tossed the dildo back to Hermione, who blushed and returned it to her robes. "Just a thought," she shrugged.

"Yes, well, back on topic," said an amused Pomfrey, who had not embarrassed Harry further by handling the dildo. "It doesn't matter what the order is, but someone needs to go today. Mr. Potter's magic needs to be released."

"I'm on duty tonight and the day after tomorrow," Tonks supplied helpfully, "otherwise I'd be happy to break him in."

"I suppose I should practice first as well," said Luna uncertainly, eyeing Hermione's robes. "Perhaps I could arrange to borrow Harry's penis from Hermione."

Hermione coughed in embarrassment, but otherwise ignored Luna's comment. "Well, that leaves either Parvati or Fleur," she said, trying to assert some control of the situation for Harry's sake.

"Do you 'ave a preference, 'Arry?" Fleur smiled at him.

Oh, Merlin, what a question, he thought. "Er, I think you two should probably decide amongst yourselves."

Parvati smirked at his diplomacy. "Always the gentleman, Harry. As much as I'd like to deflower you, why don't we let Fleur go first, since she came all the way from France and would probably like to return soon?"

"Zat is very kind," Fleur said, smiling brightly at Parvati. "I promise zat 'Arry will be in good 'ands."

"It's decided then," Pomfrey said officially. "Miss Delacour shall go first, followed by Auror Tonks tomorrow, then Miss Patil this weekend. Healer Chatterjee, please tell us a little more about the ritual itself."

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"Do you know anything about ze veela allure, 'Arry?" Fleur whispered as he walked next to her. She kept her voice down so they could not be overheard by Pomfrey and Chatterjee, who were leading them to the Room of Requirement.

"Er, not much."

"Well, I am only one-quarter veela, but you should know: in a sexual situation, ze veela will always be ze aggressor."

"How so?" Harry asked, his apprehension returning in full force.

"Do not be alarmed when I turn into a bird and throw fireballs at you," she replied seriously. "Eet is ze veela way."

Harry stopped walking completely as her words sank in.

"What?" he whispered.

Fleur looked back at him in concern. "Is zees a problem? You know how to defend yourself, non?"

He swallowed heavily. "But…I thought that…"

Fleur burst out laughing. "Oh, 'Arry, ze look on your face! I am only kidding you. I cannot transform."

"Oh. Ha ha. I knew that," he said in relief, catching her up and trying to recover his poise.

"But when I am aroused I really will be aggressive," Fleur whispered, glancing sideways at him. "Zat is not a problem for your first time?"

"Er, no," Harry replied nervously. He had gained quite a bit of confidence the previous day with Hermione and Parvati, but losing his virginity to a beautiful part-veela was something else entirely.

"You will enjoy yourself; I promise."

He nodded and hoped for the best as they reached the Room of Requirement. The room had already been prepared for the ritual by Healer Chatterjee, and now it only required Harry and Fleur's presence.

As they entered, Chatterjee approached them with a jar of gloopy-looking paint, and Harry knew better than to ask what it was composed of.

"Disrobe please, and I will apply the proper runes," she said brusquely, as Madam Pomfrey looked on in interest.

Harry glanced once at Fleur and quickly removed his robes. It was embarrassing to be standing nude and aroused in front of two old women, but he was growing used to such humiliation. Fleur was now standing nude several feet away from him, but he wasn't quite brave enough to ogle her in their presence.

He chanced a glance sideways when Healer Chatterjee approached her, and his split-second peek revealed a bounty of flawless nude skin that made his heart race.

The healer leaned over Fleur's abdomen and drew a complicated rune several inches below her belly button, then turned to Harry.

She paused to look at his erect penis for a moment, and he wondered if the old woman was just indulging herself. It was unnerving to be aroused in the presence of a witch who looked like she was old enough to have been Merlin's nursemaid.

He gasped when she grabbed it shamelessly and pushed it down to move it out of her way. He shivered as she applied a cold brush to his abdomen and drew on him as well.

Chatterjee stepped back to admire her work, then asked Harry and Fleur to hold hands. They did so, and she placed her hands on both of their stomachs.

Harry shivered again as the old woman chanted in what he guessed was Hindi, then removed her hands.

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and handed her two smoking goblets, and she pressed them on Harry and Fleur.

"Drink all of it," she ordered.

They complied, and Harry was surprised to find that the potion didn't taste unpleasant at all. It was cloyingly sweet, but it was nothing like the medicinal potions to which he had grown accustomed.

When both had finished, the Healer examined the empty goblets and nodded.

"It is done," she said. "Inside the circle now, please."

Harry and Fleur obediently crossed the room and stood beside a bed that was placed in a circle of six runic stones.

"Once I activate the circle, you must not perform any magic," the old Indian witch said sternly. "Do you understand?"

Getting two nods, she stepped back and applied her wand to each of the rune stones that surrounded the bed. She whispered something in Hindi, then each glowed for a second before returning to normal.

"The ritual will be complete when the boy ejaculates inside you," she said to Fleur, who blushed a little at her frankness.

"Must 'eez first, er, ejaculation, be inside me?" she asked hesitantly.

Chatterjee smirked at Fleur's question. "Plan to get your money's worth, dear? It will not affect the ritual should you wish to, shall we say, enhance his longevity."

Fleur nodded, and Harry wished the smirking old woman would just get the hell out of the room. He was standing next to a naked veela, for Merlin's sake; two elderly healers just didn't belong in such an equation.

"And you are certain zat I do not need ze pregnancy potion?" Fleur asked apprehensively.

Chatterjee shook her head. "You cannot become pregnant. You will be absorbing his magic, but that is the only sense in which he will be impregnating you."

Fleur smiled in relief and glanced at Harry, who returned her gaze with as much confidence as he could muster.

"We cannot re-enter the room after the door closes, but the ritual itself is not dangerous," added Pomfrey. "It will not harm you to leave the circle, but do not do so unless there is an emergency. Should you require assistance, call for Drippy the house elf."

"Thanks. Bye," Harry said abruptly, his patience finally at an end. It was not lost on him that he was about to lose his virginity to Fleur Delacour. His anticipation was overwhelming him as the moment of truth approached.

Pomfrey snorted and led her colleague out, finally leaving Harry and Fleur alone. The pair turned and faced each other, for the first time taking in the other's naked form.

His eyes met Fleur's, and he could see the gleam of mirth in them. He let his eyes travel slowly south, noting that her skin was completely without flaw. It seemed to almost glow with an inner light, accentuated by the silvery blond mane that flowed past her shoulders.

A wave of raw desire swept over him as he took in her ample breasts, which were perfectly proportioned with pink, puffy nipples that were already erect. Harry had to resist the urge to rush forward and take one of them in his mouth. He realized that her veela allure was overpowering him, but he simply didn't care.

His eyes flowed hungrily down her body, taking in her flat, firm stomach before arriving at the promised land. His heart pounded as he drank in the sight of a thin vertical stripe of pubic hair, just as silver as her hair. It stopped before it reached two fleshy pink lips that seemed to call out to him in invitation.

He looked back to Fleur's face, and saw that she was observing him with an amused expression.

"Like what you see, 'Arry?

"Very much so," he breathed, hardly able to control his anticipation.

"Well, you are very nice to look at, as well," she purred, closely the distance between them. "You are not at all the leetle boy I met three years ago. Do not be nervous. Zis will be fun."

Harry swallowed thickly and nodded as she gripped his penis in one hand and gave him a playful squeeze.

"You can touch me too, 'Arry," she whispered, and reached down to grip him in both hands.

He sighed as she stroked him, and moved his hands lightly along her hips. He let his thumbs play across her stomach, and then softly brushed his palms against her nipples. Her breath quickened, and he bravely held both breasts in his hands, impressed with their fullness. He kneaded them gently, eliciting a soft moan from Fleur. They were so firm, yet so soft and elastic, that he felt he could play with them for hours.

They touched each other tenderly for a little while longer, then Fleur released him.

"We will both enjoy zis more if you are relaxed," she smiled. "Come to ze bed."

She led him to the bed, where she sat him down beside her. She looked at him curiously when a few seconds passed.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?"

"Oh. Right," Harry blushed, and leaned forward eagerly to meet her lips. He pressed his lips against her firmly, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, but she drew back almost immediately.

"Non, non, non," she frowned. "Ze English do not understand how to kiss. Softly, 'Arry. Pay attention."

She ran a hand through his hair, and leaned in to gently caress his lips with hers. She kissed him softly, barely making contact before withdrawing again, then tilted her head to bring their faces together.

Her tongue flicked across his lips, and he opened his mouth to allow her entrance. He gently met his tongue with hers, reveling in the sensation as they played lightly with each other.

As they kissed, Fleur's hand found its way to his cock again, and she began stroking him tenderly. She pecked him softly on the lips, finishing their kiss, then stared down at his cock and smiled.

"Stand up, 'Arry," she ordered, and he hastened to obey. "It is rare for a veela to give oral pleasure, so enjoy zis."

She wrapped her fingers around his base and examined his erection closely. A glistening drop of pre-cum was threatening to drip from its tip, so she leaned forward and suckled gently on his head for a moment. Harry closed his eyes in bliss.

"You 'ave a very nice cock," she said admiringly, then took him fully into her mouth without further ceremony.

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled as she swallowed most of his length. She released only a couple inches before devouring him again. Harry moaned as her soft mouth engulfed him almost completely. He could feel a delicious pressure building in his loins, and his stomach quivered in anticipation.

Fleur felt him start to lose control, and withdrew from him teasingly. When he made eye contact with her, she began sucking lightly on his swollen head while her hand pumped his shaft in long, firm strokes. The delicate suction of her lips was more than enough to push him over the edge.

Harry moaned in ecstasy, and Fleur released him from her mouth. She pointed him slightly downward towards her chest and stroked him with vigor.

He panted as orgasm overtook him.

His cock bucked in her hand, and he shot four thick ropes of white onto her chest, his hot release sliding down to decorate her breasts. Twice more he spurted, grunting softly as he coated her. Fleur relaxed her hold on him, only to be taken by surprise as two more quick bursts followed, hitting her first in the chin and then square in the cheek. She reeled back in surprise, but did not let go of him.

When he was finally finished, she looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Zat was quite a lot," she said dryly, Harry's cum covering her chest and dripping off her chin and cheek.

He looked down at her sheepishly, thankful that he had missed her eyes. "Sorry."

"Eet is alright. You will no doubt 'ave many children," she said in amusement.

Harry snorted softly and watched as Fleur reached behind her on the bed.

"Merde," she grimaced. "I forgot zat we cannot use magic to clean up."

"Oh, er, I can help," he offered, grabbing the edge of the bedspread and gently wiping his release off her chest. She leaned back on her hands and watched him work, smiling as he paid special attention to cleaning her nipples.

When he was finally done, he wiped away the stripe of cum on her cheek with his thumb and looked at her seriously.

"Thank you for this, Fleur. Really."

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, grinning at his sincerity. "How could I not help, 'Arry? You are very welcome…now, I believe eet is almost time for ze real thing. Do you know how to use your tongue?"

Harry smiled widely. "I've had a little practice," he bragged, thanking Merlin that Parvati had been so insistent on educating him the previous night.

She chuckled and slid back onto the bed, spreading her legs helpfully for him. "Well zen?"

He released the edge of the soaked bedspread and climbed onto the bed, eager to please her. He could hardly believe this was happening to him. There were people at Hogwarts who would happily murder him for a chance to bed Fleur Delacour.

He placed his hands on her knees and grinned wickedly at her, surprised at his own boldness. His heart started pounding again as he lowered his gaze to the moist pink lips between her legs. Except for the stripe of silver hair, she was just as bare as Parvati. Her lips were puffy, made to be caressed, and he could just make out her clit between them. The slit below was opened ever so slightly, its edges glistening with wetness.

Harry ran his hands along the soft flesh of her knees and then her thighs, admiring the taught perfection of her skin. He slowly lowered his head, his hands gripping her upper thighs as he finally reached his destination. He rubbed his nose gently against her folds, luxuriating in their softness.

Fleur sighed above him as Harry gently spread her lips with his thumbs, revealing the small button of flesh concealed within. Her clit was pink in its arousal, and he could see all of its detail as it stood out from its hood.

"Now, 'arry," she demanded, growing impatient with his clit-gazing.

He responded eagerly, his tongue playing back and forth across her clit in a gentle rhythm. He withdrew slightly and licked from her clit to her pussy and back, exulting in the wetness that seeped onto his tongue. Fleur moaned, and he gently took her clit in his mouth, rolling it softly around on his tongue.

She hissed in pleasure and grabbed his hair roughly, just as Hermione had. As he continued teasing her clit, he brought one hand to her entrance and tickled it with two fingers. His fingertips came away soaked, and Harry quickly plunged both fingers inside her.

"Oui," Fleur breathed. He was amazed at the softness of her pussy. Her walls were even silkier than Parvati's, and he could hardly wait to feel them wrapped around his cock. He stroked her gently for a few seconds, savoring the softness and heat, then added a third finger.

She groaned loudly above him as he stretched her; he gently twisted his fingers within her, massaging the entire circumference of her pink walls. He pressed his fingers as far as he could into her, past the knuckles on his hand, and grinned as she writhed above him.

"Mon Dieu," she moaned, and Harry found himself being pulled up forcibly by his hair. He looked at Fleur curiously, and the hungry look on her face told him the time had come.

"Enough wiz ze foreplay," she growled, and pushed him roughly onto his back. She nimbly rolled on top of him, her hips now straddling his. His cock was trapped against her, and she rubbed her wet lips against it as she straddled him.

"Are you ready to become a man, 'Arry?"

"God yes," Harry breathed, watching in awe as she rubbed her folds up and down the length of his cock, lubricating him with her wetness.

"Zat feels good, non?" she asked, and all he could do was nod.

She rubbed against him a few more times, her clit brushing softly against his head, then she leaned forward and reached for him with her hand.

"I will do ze work; just relax," she murmured, as she grabbed his cock with one hand and held him upright.

Harry felt his tip brush against her heat, then Fleur leaned back and he was suddenly inside her.

"Oh my God," he whispered, stunned at the soft, wet heat that was enveloping his cock. Fleur pushed down again, and he felt himself buried completely within her.

"Oui," she sighed. "C'est bon. C'est merveilleux."

He closed his eyes as he felt her clench her walls tightly around him. He moaned, and she did it again, just to tease him. Each contraction made him exhale, and Fleur giggled at the expression on his face.

"Here we go, 'Arry," she breathed, and began rocking her hips in a slow, undulating motion.

Harry groaned, trying to savor every millisecond of the sensation. He could feel himself moving around inside her, gripped tightly by her velvet sheath. The friction was glorious, and he felt almost suffocated with pleasure.

She continued rocking her hips, then leaned forward and grabbed Harry by his wrists, pushing his arms wide to each side. He felt totally at her mercy.

Fleur grinned at him, then raised herself slightly off his hips, drawing two inches of his length out, before slowly sliding back down. He whimpered at the feeling.

She raised herself again, drawing more of him out, then slid back down slowly. She too whimpered softly as she bottomed out.

She continued to slide up and down his length for a few moments, both of them lost in the sensation.

Slowly Fleur began increasing her pace, each downward thrust becoming more urgent. She released his wrists and cradled her own breasts, her thumbs playing over her nipples as she moaned. Harry moved his hands to her hips, in awe of the unbridled eroticism he was participating in.

He closed his eyes to savor each thrust, pulling her hips into him with his hands.

Eventually Harry heard her growl above him, and he opened his eyes to see her staring at him like a hawk watches a field mouse. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them again, then bit her lower lip as she began to writhe her hips more forcefully.

She raised herself up until his cock nearly spilled out of her, then thrust herself down on him as hard as she could.

"Oui," she grunted, and repeated the motion.

Faster and harder Fleur began riding his cock, her pelvis almost bouncing against him when she brought her weight down. Her arse slapped his thighs as she worked, and the pressure made Harry's cock throb.

He concentrated and tried desperately to stave off his orgasm, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. The tight, delicious friction was just too much.

He gave up and began meeting her strokes with his own, pumping his hips furiously into her as she rode him.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Get ready."

Two powerful strokes later, Harry grunted and emptied himself into her, his cock throbbing with spurt after magnificent spurt. He felt her walls clench tightly around him, and almost passed out at the sensation of union as he came. It felt as if their bodies were locked together.

Panting heavily as he finished, he looked curiously up at Fleur. She was still rocking gently against him, and he knew instantly that he hadn't brought her to orgasm.

He opened his mouth to apologize for not lasting longer, when he felt the rune on his belly grow scaldingly hot. Her rune glowed brightly too.

It felt as if his skin had caught fire, and there was a sudden bright flash as all six rune stones lit up with incandescence.

Harry hissed in agony as the rune on his belly pulsed with magical heat. After what felt like an eternity, it finally stopped, leaving him gasping for breath. There was no pain in its wake.

He watched Fleur gasp and fall off him, but he was unable to help her. His head swam, and it felt like he was being pressed into the bed by a tremendous weight. He breathed raggedly for a few seconds, trying to regain his senses, and slowly felt the normal weight of his body returning to him.

He leaned up gingerly on his elbows and looked at Fleur with concern. She was curled up in the fetal position next to him and whimpering.

"Fleur?"

She did not respond, and Harry reached over to caress her back, which was now flecked with beads of perspiration.

"Fleur, are you alright?"

"Goddess yes," she said suddenly, and turned to face him. Her face was flushed and damp with perspiration, and her eyes had taken on an eerie, alien glow. For the first time it was clear to Harry that Fleur had non-human blood in her veins. The look on her face was so predatory that he would not have been surprised if she sprouted wings and claws.

He gasped in surprise as she leapt on him with her full weight and dug her fingernails into his chest.

"Baise-moi. Maintenant," she said fiercely.

Harry didn't speak much French, but he certainly got the gist of those words.

Fleur grabbed his cock, which had only softened slightly, and positioned herself over it again. She then drove herself onto it as if punishing herself.

"Oh Merlin," he groaned, his arousal returning at the aggressiveness of the beautiful witch on top of him. He felt something like unbridled desire wash over him, and he suspected he was getting blasted by the full force of Fleur's veela allure.

She began bouncing off his hips at a furious pace, growling as she impaled herself with his cock. He began thrusting his hips to meet her, colliding forcefully as they met.

She grabbed Harry's wrists again and pressed down hard, pinning him to the bed. He moaned in both pleasure and pain as she continued to drive herself down onto him with reckless abandon.

Harry could not have objected to her forcefulness if he wanted to. He felt overwhelmed with desire for her, and wanted nothing more than to continue burying himself within her incredible heat.

When she began panting loudly, she released his wrists and dug her fingernails sharply into his chest again, this time drawing blood. He exhaled sharply in shock, and could only watch as Fleur leaned back and screamed as orgasm overtook her.

She rubbed herself furiously against him, and he felt her pussy contract around him like a vise, its contractions nearly sending him over the edge again.

When she finally stilled and quieted, Harry looked up at her in astonishment. Her gorgeous silvery blonde hair was wild and unkempt, and she had still not yet said a word.

"Er, Fleur?" he asked hesitantly, moving his hands to her gently heaving flanks.

She opened her eyes and stared at him, seemingly entranced. Then she smiled deviously and began rocking her hips again.

"We're not done yet, 'Arry Potter," she said with a hint of threat, and began rubbing her clit as she rocked against him.

"Oh shit," Harry whispered, for the first time relieved at the presence of his constant erection.

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Two hours later, Harry winced as Madam Pomfrey applied essence of murtlap to his bleeding back.

His ritual with Fleur had turned into a lust-fuelled session of fucking that would have made a nymphomaniac blush. She had seemingly wanted to dominate him, overcome by the power surge that his magic provided her.

He had eventually grown tired of her aggression and thrown her onto her back, whence she eagerly taught him the joys of the missionary position. The new position had certainly not reduced her enthusiasm. She had dug her fingernails into his back as he pounded her, tearing his skin and leaving faint streaks of blood across his back.

She had apologized profusely soon after, not understanding what came over her, and Harry had done his best to reassure her. It had been a mind-blowingly wonderful experience as far as he was concerned, and he figured a few deep scratches on his back was a small price to pay. He had just been deflowered by a veela in heat, after all.

He thanked her repeatedly for consenting to the ritual, and she promised him that the next time, should there be one, would be more gentle.

She was currently passed out in the Gryffindor girls' dorm as Harry received medical treatment.

"I hope we won't be repeating this after every session, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said dryly, slathering liberal amounts of the murtlap onto his back. "I do believe it's customary for the girl to be the one who bleeds."

Harry turned and glared at the Healer until he noticed the twinkle in her eye.

"You're an awful comedian," he muttered, wincing as she applied the salve to his back with a little more force than was necessary. "You didn't tell us that she would lose control like that."

Pomfrey shrugged. "I wasn't aware of it. It likely had something to do with her veela heritage. Time will tell, but I doubt you will experience a similar reaction from the other girls."

He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"The important thing," she continued, "is that the ritual seems to have worked. Your magical core is slightly unstable, but it did decrease in power. I don't want you performing any magic tonight or tomorrow. I will be confiscating your wand just in case. So just relax and rest until it's time for your appointment with Auror Tonks tomorrow evening."

Harry nodded and thanked Madame Pomfrey as she gently hung his robes over his shoulders.

On the way back to Gryffindor Tower, he reflected in awe at how much his life had changed in just a few short days. He couldn't resist a smile as he realized that he had just shagged Fleur Delacour—repeatedly—and that she had come away from the experience more than satisfied.

"Four more," he whispered to himself, almost giddily, now more in anticipation than dread. "This is going to be fun."

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NOTE: Power Stones Please!!!

Hold on to your hats. Tonks is coming next chapter :)