Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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Care For A Dip?

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The inky darkness of the Black Lake spanned out before her. Truly it earned its name. From atop the deck of one of the three viewing platforms, Daphne could just barely make out the form of her boyfriend standing between Diggory and Fleur Delacour. The anger buzzing off of him made her wince harder than the headache she currently had. She sent a small probe of comfort along their connection, hoping to reassure him.

In truth, Daphne was pissed as well. They had guessed long before that the “sorely missed” item would most likely be a person, they just didn’t know who.

Of course it was Hermione though. The girl was the obvious choice and even Daphne could admit that. It didn’t mean she had to like it. How dare those fucking idiotic officials take their girlfriend as some object for their bloody game? Both Harry and Susan agreed with her that if a single hair on Hermione’s head was harmed in this task, all three of them would tear each and every one of the tournament runners a new one.

Once more Daphne fought down the nauseous headache that filled her skull. Whatever spell they used to sedate Hermione obviously completely cut off their connection and the vast emptiness from the usually occupied corner of her mind was debilitating. She knew Harry probably felt it much worse as his connection with the bookworm had much longer to strengthen.

Needless to say, she was doing all she could to ease that pain, if only just.

From below on the champions deck, Harry turned and met her gaze instantly. No words were exchanged between their minds, instead the boy just nodded and Daphne smiled back. He has this.

The canon blast sounded and as one, all four champions dove into the water. She saw Harry wade by the deck for a moment before a wince swept across his features and he too dove down. It was Susan’s idea to use Gillyweed, though Daphne and Hermione had made sure to drill about three or four backup spells into the Boy Who Lived’s head until they were satisfied.

Now all there was to do was wait. Beside her, Susan squeezed her hand, an action she returned. She turned her attention to the large viewing screen floating in front of their platform and watched on.

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Harry swam as fast as he could. Even with the enhancements of the Gillyweed it wasn’t enough. His mind was in a panic and he resorted to every spell he could to progress further. He went with an anchoring charm on various boulders and distant parts of the lakebed to use as a pivot point. Each time he would use all his might to yank himself forward, torpedoing past the aquatic scenery at blazing speeds.

Before long his shoulder was screaming in protest, but he ignored it. His one thought was to get to Hermione as fast as possible.

They had prepared for the eventuality that one of the girl’s would be taken. While normally they could find each other thanks to the connection, Susan had yet to perform the ritual with them and plus they couldn’t take the chance of the connection failing due to whatever charm utilized to preserve the hostages. So they placed various tracking charms on their bodies as well as a couple on their teeth as well. Harry even placed one on a piece of gum that he gave to Ron, knowing the red head would most likely swallow it.

Luckily it seemed at least one made it through the ministry checks, as a soft ping in the back of his mind alerted him to Hermione’s position at the center of the lake. Shaking off the building fatigue, Harry pressed on.

It wasn’t long before he finally made it to the outskirts of the large merpeople village. He stashed his wand back into his wrist holster, not wanting to antagonize any of the residents. As he made his way through the town and to the large temple in the center, Harry glanced down at his watch. 27 minutes left, plenty of time.

He made it to the large temple in record time. Tied by thick ropes bound to their ankles floated four unconscious people. Hermione and Cho he instantly recognized. The thin gaunt man and small silver haired girl he did not, though he guessed that they were Victor and Fleur’s hostages respectively.

‘I found her.’ He said quickly to Daphne. A small mental nudge was her only response yet the relief he felt in it was clear. Wasting no time, Harry flicked a quick cutting curse at the base of the robes, not willing to risk getting too close to Hermione’s legs and hurting her. The curse hit true though, and the bushy haired girl slowly started to float away from the temple.

He dashed forward and grasped the girl around her waist. Starting his ascent upwards, slowly just in case her body needed to adjust to the pressure difference. For good measure he sent a small spell towards her head, encasing her in a thick bubble of air.

However, as soon as the air hit the girl’s face, her eyes snapped open and she started to trash wildly. Harry was knocked back both by her thrashing, but by the presence of her mind hitting him once more like a brick.

Shaking off the sudden disorientation, he reached forward trying desperately to steady the girl. ‘HERMIONE! HERMIONE IT’S ME!” He screamed into her mind. Her movements slowed at his words, her head spinning around rapidly until her gaze finally landed on him. The equivalent of a sob leaked through along their bond, and Harry took a moment to wrap the girl in a quick hug.

They separated after a moment and with a nod from the bookworm, Harry once again started to help her ascend. It went by much quicker this time, with Hermione helping kick and the bubblehead charm protecting her from the worst of the pressure changes. They still stopped every now and then just in case, but it was only a few minutes later that they finally broke the surface.

The distant cheering of hundred of students on the floating platforms met their ears and Harry couldn’t help the proud smile on his face. Harry pulled the girl along, helping her stay afloat while they made their way back to the center platform. With the gills still embedded into the side of his neck, the teen had to dive back down to breathe effectively but only for a moment or two.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, they made it to the edge of the platform. Harry pushed her up the ladder, helping her still weakened limbs ascend the wooden pier. Madame Pomfrey appeared out of nowhere the second Hermione’s feet hit the ground. The matron quickly wrapped the girl in a thick towel before eying him.

He simply smiled and tapped the side of his neck. Pomfrey rolled her eyes with a “Humph” before handing another towel to Hermione. “Make sure he uses this the second he gets out.” Hermione’s nod to her stern words seemed to satisfy the woman as she turned and walked off to prepare for the other champions.

It wasn’t long before the surface of the water broke once more. Cedric and Cho bother gasping for breath before they began their swim back. Krum and his hostage appeared only a few minutes after. Harry winced as Krum’s upper half quickly changed back to normal, replacing the shark head that it had been previously. All that was left was Fleur.

Minutes ticked by and Harry began to worry for the french girl. He could feel the changes of the Gillyweed begin to slowly reverse, telling him the hour was soon drawing to a close.

Suddenly, a thrashing figure appeared in the center of the lake. Harry could just make out the person’s silvery hair as they panicked. It was obvious Fleur was having trouble swimming and he didn’t even think twice before speeding off towards her.

He reached her just as the cannon sounded marking the end of the hour. The girl’s arms were swinging wildly while she spoke rapidly in french. Harry caught a slap to the face in her panic before he finally threw caution to the wind and encased her in his arms. He quickly stamped down the sudden excitement that coursed through his body as he felt her plush curves press into him. Fleur’s eyes zeroed in on him, the cerulean blue orbs laced with tears. Her voice was laced in fear as she spoke. He couldn’t understand her but she did keep repeating one word. Gabrielle.

“Hey! Hey, it’s okay! I’ll get her I promise.” Harry glanced down and winced at the sight of blood pouring from her leg. There was no way she could safely get back to the platform with a wound like that. “Where’s your wand?” He asked quickly.

The girl just whimpered and looked down at the water. Harry sighed in frustration before nodding.

He mentally pushed away Hermione and Daphne’s angry shouts at his new plan. Daphne specifically promising him a very painful death if he went through with it. Odds were he would likely die doing this so no point in worrying about her threats.

The gills on his neck had already disappeared so he only had one option. Diving under the water, he quickly cast the bubble head charm on himself before shoving his wand in the girl’s hand and casting the anchoring charm once more. Without warning, the curvy frame of the french girl was whisked away as she was pulled quickly towards the dock by an invisible tether of magic.

Harry psyched himself up before diving down. Now wandless his only option was to utilize the diving knife Sirius had sent him. It was a long way down to the mervillage, his rapidly failing Gillyweed webbed feet only helping so much. He persisted still, pushing past the burning in his lungs and the ache in his limbs.

After what felt like a century, he spotted the temple once more. Movement from around the village gates alerted him to an ongoing skirmish between the town guards and a wild pack of grindylows. The vicious squid like monsters must have been what attacked Fleur and he mentally swore not to get near the rabid things.

As he descended further to the temple he could finally make out the outline of the small girl. She was exactly the same as he had left her and his chest swelled with slight relief. He had feared the spell would wear off as the time ran out and the girl would drown. It would’ve really put a damper on his heroic efforts.

He reached the young Veela just as the last of the grindylows were fended off by the armored merfolk. However, just as he bag to hack away at the thick rope binding the girl to the stone foundation, one guard suddenly turned and spotted him. With a guttural scream, the rest of the guards were alerted to his presence and soon he had over a dozen angry merpeople swimming towards him with tridents and swords raised.

Harry didn’t even try to reason with them, his fight or flight instincts kicking into over drive as he slashed wildly at the rope. The second the girl was freed, he grasped her tight and kicked upwards with all his strength. He didn’t dare look down as he could hear the advancing merfolk getting closer and closer.

A cry left his lips when he felt a jagged sword slice into the flesh of his calf. He instinctively kicked downwards and was rewarded with a pained watery grunt as his foot met his attackers face. A shadow passed in his peripheral causing his gaze to snap upwards just in time to witness a trident sailing right towards his chest. He raised his arm in the nick of time and yelled in pain as the pronged staff sank into his flesh. Wildly he swung his knife, the sharp edge cutting a deep gash into the chest of the merfolk guard. It’s scream of pain causing the others to hesitate for a moment.

A moment was all Harry needed. Focusing on his teachings with Daphne, he placed the knife between his teeth and aimed his palm downwards. A muffled BANG echoed through the water as an unseen force flew from his palm, blasting the mermen back and propelling him and the young blonde up like a rocket.

They broke through the waters surface with terrible speed. Harry used all his strength to keep them stay afloat as he shook off the ringing in his ears. He was suddenly made aware of the girl’s now conscious state as small arms and legs began to kick and thrash against him. A wince crossed his features as one nasty elbow jab hit his numb right arm. The burning sensation in his hand increased tenfold at the contact and he knew without a doubt many of his fingers were broken from the panicked spell.

A small boat appeared next to them, and a pair of arms hauled him and the young girl up out of the water. He was too out of it to see who his rescuers were but at the same time he could hardly care. They were at the floating docks moments later. Harry was being held up by two sets of arms while another lofted Gabrielle up.

“Gabrielle!” A terrified voice cried. Within moments, the limping form of Fleur Delacour was upon her younger sister. Frantic hands swept over the young girl’s body checking for any injuries while they exchanged words in rapid french.

Harry too was accosted by a worrying set of hands, this one belonging to an annoyed Hogwarts Healer.

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and get yourself stabbed! Honestly Mr. Potter if I didn’t know any better I would assume you LIKE getting hurt!” The older witch exclaimed.

A chuckle died on his lips as she began to knife his skin with a wave of her wand. The feeling was unpleasant but then again getting stabbed in the first place was much worse. After she finished resetting the multiple fractures in his right hand, she forced a potion vial to his lips before nodding and handing him a towel.

“Visit me tonight for a check up and keep anymore physical altercations to a minimum.”

“It’s not like I go looking for them!” He sputtered defensively.

The matron simply raised her brow, “I wasn’t talking to you.” She said with a nod pointing behind him. Turning around Harry was suddenly faced with three very angry women.

It was Daphne who approached, the swat to the back of his head causing his ears to ring once more. “Hey she said keep it to a minimum!” He cried.

“Oh believe me Harry Potter! THAT was minimum compared to what I want to do to you! Of all the stupid bloody plans in the world you just have to pick the one that gets you stabbed!”

He made to defend himself when Hermione jumped in, “No she’s right Harry so don’t even try to argue! You can’t even wait two minutes before swanning off to put yourself in danger again! And giving up your wand? Honestly!”

Harry winced at their words, “Fleur was hurt and she wouldn’t have been able to make it back herself!”

“And the second officials saw that they would’ve sent over a boat like they did with you!” Susan joined in.

He was at a loss for words at that. With no viable argument forming in his head, he sagged in defeat and nodded. “I’m sorry. To each of you. You’re right, I rushed in without thinking first. What’s the point of being able to hear each other if I don’t listen?”

Hermione walked forward and placed a hand of his cheek. “We just worry Harry, we’re always going to worry. Just… please try to keep the stupid heroics to a minimum?” She said, a small smile forming as she finished her sentence.

Harry smiled back and nodded. Each of the girl’s leant down and helped him to his feet. His leg still ached and he had to lean heavily on Susan for support as he hobbled towards the judges. Dumbledore was the first to greet him, the old man’s eyes flashing with concern before smiling.

“Ah Harry! Just in time for your scoring. Judges if we may?” The headmaster said as he turned back to the others. Bagman nodded eagerly before clearing his throat and casting a sonorous.

“WHAT A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE THAT WAS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO ME NOW AS WE JUDGE OUR FINAL CHAMPION AND HIS EXCEPTIONAL FEAT BELOW THE LAKE!”

One by one the judges gave their scores. Dumbledore, Bagman, and Maxime all gave perfect 10s, while Percy gave him a 9, and Karkaroff a 6 plus a nasty glare. The boo’s the sneering headmaster received only fueled his glare. Regardless of the unfair score, Harry was now tied with Cedric.

In his current state, Harry could hardly find the strength to care. He barely acknowledged the many well wishers and congratulatory handshakes as he began to sink deeper and deeper into Susan’s grasp.

“C’mon, let’s get you somewhere you can rest. You’re exhausted.” Susan whispered worriedly in his ear. Hermione and Daphne helped hold him up as they made their way towards one of the enchanted ferry boats. However, before they could step on a melodious voice sounded from behind them.

“Veuillez patienter! Wait!”

They turned as one and witnessed the still wet form of Fleur Delacour chasing after them with her sister in tow. The pair stopped two steps away from the group yet Fleur barely even hesitated to throw her arms around Harry.

“Merci! Merci! You saved her when I could not!” Without warning the blonde bombshell grasped his face and placed a searing kiss on his lips.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Daphne cried as she pushed the older witch away. “Bloody hell maybe ask next time?” Harry was too stunned to speak, his already fuzzy mind clouding over more from the heated kiss.

“She didn’t mean it like that Daph, leave it be.” Hermione said in the girl’s defense, though she too wore a nasty glare.

Fleur had the decency to look sheepish before she perked up. “Oh! Your wand!” She said, reaching between the valley of her breasts before pulling the thin wooden stick out. “Thank you for letting me use it. I am saddened over the loss of mine but would trade it again in a heartbeat to keep Gabrielle safe.”

Daphne reached out for him to claim the wand. If it wouldn’t have earned him an angry glare he would’ve laughed at the way the girl wiped down the wooden handle with her shirt, as if the essence of the french girl’s breasts would remain on it.

With one last parting “Merci” the two Beauxbaton students left and they settled into their boat.

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The three girl’s immediately brought him to the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey already had a bed ready for him. After another round a disgusting potions, the matron waived the three girls off to go to dinner leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

Well not just his thoughts.

‘I still can’t believe the audacity of that french hussy!’ Daphne mentally growled.

Hermione’s faint sigh resounded along their bond, ‘So you have said a hundred times in the last hour alone love. Let it go.’

‘I can’t! She just kissed him as if his girlfriends weren’t standing right there! And YOU!’ The Slytherin exclaimed, ‘Don’t think I didn’t feel your cock jump up the second that slut pressed her lips against yours!’

Harry rolled his eyes, ‘Maybe I was just excited from your’s and Susan’s breasts pressed into me? They are quite lovely after all.’

A disbelieving ‘Mhm’ was his only response and thinking the conversation was over Harry leaned his head back to get sleep.

‘But still who does she think she is?! That french bitch needs to learn her place!’

Harry groaned at his girlfriend’s arguments. ‘And how do you suppose she does that? We’re not going to let you attack her love.’

‘Merlin I’m obviously not going to attack her! I’m just saying the snooty bitch needs to learn that she is not even worth your time! Weren’t you the one telling me how much her “little boy” comment pissed you off?’

Harry did concede her point there, the small barb the french girl had sent his way after the selection of the champions irked him more than he liked to admit. But that was before he got to know her!

‘God you make it sound like a cheap porno. What she insulted Harry’s pride and attacked your’s as well so now you two have to fuck her stupid to put her in her place?’ Hermione muttered.

There was an audible pause before the blonde’s voice filtered in once more. ‘Well when you put it that way…’

‘Are you serious?! You literally just sat there complaining about the girl kissing our boyfriend and now you want him to FUCK HER?!?’

‘Well not more than once! Just enough for Harry to turn the bitch into the screaming whore she is and then leave her begging for more! I mean come on, imagine having the bitch pleading for another taste of his giant cock only for us to deny her every time!’ Daphne cried, her voice sounding suspiciously breathless.

Harry was surprised with Hermione’s lack of response. ‘Don’t I get a say in this?’ He asked.

‘No, you lost that right when you stupidly dove after her sister with nothing but a bubblehead charm and knife! Don’t even act like this is some huge sacrifice on your part either, I know your cock is already hard thinking about it.’

Harry grumbled under his breath with a pout, trying to secretly adjust the uncomfortable tent that had formed in his pants. Just because she was right didn’t mean he had to admit it.

With a mental smirk Daphne continued. ‘So? Hermione? Are you in or out?’

He could feel Hermione’s mental turmoil before the girl sighed internally. ‘Fine, but only if Susan agrees! And we won’t force Fleur to do anything she doesn’t want to do.’

‘Agreed.’ Daphne said instantly.

Harry could only sigh.

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It was hours later that Harry was finally able to drift off to sleep. Susan, Daphne, and Hermione had all come to visit him after dinner as well, Ron, Ginny, and the Twins in tow. It was awkward at first with his three girlfriends and friends really interacting for the first time, but soon enough Fred and George had unwound the tension by cracking a few jokes and bragging about their gambling winnings. Apparently Harry doing stupid shit was very profitable for them.

After the other’s left, Harry was able to spend time with the three girls. Daphne was still slightly upset with him but she was eventually won over with a senseless snog session.

It was after said snog that he learned that apparently Susan had agreed to their plan. The red head barely even looked ashamed when she admitted it and Harry suspected that the girl was still hiding a few more kinks than just the breeding one.

The group of girls were eventually thrown out by the no-nonsense matron and Harry was left in silence once more. He would have went to be then and there but his partners had other ideas. Hermione was of the opinion that he still needed to be punished, which she did so by opening their connection fully as she stripped Daphne and Susan both bare in the room of requirement.

The following three hours had been filled with such agonizing wonderful sights of his three girlfriends piled together on a plush mattress while they passionately fucked each other’s brains out.

The sight of Hermione eagerly lapping at Susan’s dripping folds while Daphne relentlessly fingered her was euphoric. Yet his own straining arousal was less so. Hermione wouldn’t even allow him to cum when she or Daphne did as both girls would instantly cut off the connection the second a climax tore through them.

His frustration raged almost as hard as his cock. He knew his hand would be useless at that point, yet he still tried. Yet even after he tried rubbing himself to completion for half an hour, he still could not finish as his hand was nothing compared to the bountiful curves and tights cunts on display in his mind. They even upped the ante by adding toys to the mix. Seeing Susan buggered by a strap-on wearing Daphne almost broke him and it was with that sight that he finally closed his side of the connection and tried to sleep.

It took some time, his head was flooded with hormones and endorphins that made him want to do anything but sleep. He tossed and turned for hours, fitfully seeking rest that would not come. Eventually his exhausted body won out and he dozed away with a still aggravatingly hard erection.

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The door to the hospital wing creaked open slowly. A hooded figure crept into the dark ward with silenced footsteps. Their gaze swept through the hall, searching for anything out of place. With a whispered word, a blue colored spell shot forth from the figure’s borrowed wand and splashed across the door to the matron’s quarters. Now satisfied with their work, the shadowy silhouette stalked forward towards their prize.

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Harry’s fitful sleep was broken up in splashes of vivid dreams. Visions of his three beautiful girlfriends in various lewd positions formed in his mind. From Hermione’s perky tits, to Daphne’s sculpted ass, and Susan’s reddish pink pussy, scenes of them all flashed before his eyes.

With each passing second the visions became more vivid and with it so did the feelings. He could feel the tightness of Daphne’s pussy as she came around him, the fullness of Susan’s bum as she bounced atop him, and the velvety wetness of Hermione’s mouth.

That last scene stuck with him as, slowly but surely, the dredge of sleep began to leave and the real world reformed around him. Yet curiously, the warm feeling of his cock encased between a pair of warm lips stayed.

A groan passed through his drowsy lips causing the wet slurps atop his cock pause for a moment before continuing with vigor.

With his vision blurred from sleep and lack of glasses, Harry could only make out the distinct color of his mystery partner’s blonde hair. He smirked as he leaned back, his hand coming up to rest on the girl’s head.

“Fuck I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” He moaned out.

A muffled feminine giggle emanated from his crotch. The girl pulled off his cock with a slurp, her hand coming up to keep pumping his shaft.

“Oui~” Came the breathy reply.

Like a switch that had been flipped, Harry was instantly awake and alert.

“Fleur?!”

Jumping up, he quickly pushed the french girl off his lap before grabbing his glasses quickly and shoving them on his face. Before him lay the stunning form of Fleur Delacour, garbed in only a silky hooded bathrobe. The robe was tied loosely around her waist and her large breasts practically spilled out. He could just make out the faint pink of one of her nipples peaking out from the edge of the robe. The silky material traveled further down, hugging her curvaceous figure tightly before ending just below her ass. There wasn’t;t a doubt in his mind that if the girl shifted even slightly, he would get a full view of her womanhood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He exclaimed.

The french witch looked at him in confusion. “I thought it was obvious? You were enjoying it non?”

“Because I thought you were Daphne! Bloody hell, why would you sneak into the hospital wing just to give me a blowjob?!”

Fleur gave no reply, simply staring back with a thoughtful look upon her face

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‘Dap-‘

‘Daphne…’

“DAPHNE!”

With a gasp, Daphne jolted awake, a panicked expression on her face. Her heart raced at the sight of her girlfriends staring back at her with concerned expressions.

“Wha- w-at’s g’ing on?” She croaked, voice heavy with sleep.

“Fleur made a move on Harry!” Susan blurted out.

At the red head’s words, Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise. Quickly, the Slytherin girl dove into Harry’s mind to double check, and sure enough, there sat the silvery haired girl clad in an ill-fitted robe. Hot anger coursed through her veins at the sight and with a growl she jumped to her feet, ignoring her very obvious state of undress.

“That- that conniving little- UGH! I’m going to KILL HER!” Daphne screamed.

Hermione was on her feet in a flash, quickly stepping in front of the blonde’s path to the door. “Love just wait!”

“No! It’s not enough that the bitch kisses our boyfriend in front of us, but then she sneaks into his fucking hospital bed and tries to blow him?!”

“I know! Trust me I know! But remember our plan?” Hermione pleaded.

Daphne just scoffed. “You think I’m going to let her fuck him? After I’m done with her she’d be lucky to even breathe the same air as him!”

“We understand Daph!” Susan exclaimed behind her. The red head ran up next to Hermione, her giant breasts jiggling with each step and even Daphne in her current state of mind would admit she was half tempted to hold the red head down and molest her chest. “But just think about it for a sec! Right now, Harry has the chance to give her a taste. To fuel her desires and leave her wanting more, meaning the withdrawal from full blown sex will be even more devastating!”

Daphne paused at the Hufflepuff words. “Maybe, but still what she did-“

“Might give Harry the wrong idea! If you go down there as angry as you are now, he might think you’re furious at him for cheating! He’ll blame himself! So let’s not put him in that position. We’ll give him our consent and let him enjoy himself tonight…”

The blonde still didn’t totally like the idea, but it was better than the alternative. With a sigh she nodded.

“Fine. I guess we did rile him up pretty badly anyway…”

Both girls hugged her as one and she lovingly leaned into the embrace. The moment was ruined however by Susan’s loud squeak.

“AH! Daphne!”

“What? It’s not my fault you have an ass to die for Bones! What am I supposed to do? Not squeeze it?!”

-

Harry stood there as he waited for the girl to answer. She seemed lost in thought at the moment but soon refocused her gaze back to him.

“I am, as you english say, ‘paying my debt’ non? You saved the life of not just me, but sweet Gabrielle as well. I love my sister more than anything ‘Arry, so I believe you deserve this. So détendez-vous.” Fleur purred as she crawled towards him.

He made to argue against her, to tell her to leave or even call for Madame Pomfrey if need be, but before he could Hermione’s voice invaded his senses.

‘It’s okay love. Enjoy yourself for the night, we have a plan for her remember?’

Reluctance still hung heavy in his chest, plan or not it still felt like cheating. Yet as one both Daphne and Hermione flooded his mind with reassurance and love. The wave of affection banished away his guilt and he sent back his own flash of love.

Back in reality, Harry allowed Fleur to pull him back to the bed. The smirk on her face was entirely too smug but he said nothing. Her dainty hands reached forward and, with a tug, once more freed his inflated member.

“C’est énorme…” The blonde girl whispered. She marveled at his cock for a few moments, her hands coming up to grasp it almost tenderly. Her grasp gave way to soft strokes as she studied his cock, each one causing Harry to release a small gasp.

The silky wetness of her tongue surprised him. The french witch used her wet muscle to lash out with fast licks along the underside of his cock. Her licks soon grew longer and more intense as she went. Before long her lips were joining her tongue as she placed wet kisses up and down his length. If Harry didn’t know better, he would swear she was enjoying this more than he was. Her hot breath cascaded across his sensitive flesh with every touch of her tongue, small moan and mewls escaping her plump lips as she tasted more of his cock.

Finally, after lathering her tongue across every square inch of his cock, Fleur rose her head high before diving her mouth down upon his thick cock once more. Harry groaned out at the feeling, her velvety mouth was a heaven of warmth and silliness. She was a master of her own movements, twisting her head with every swallow of his length. Her tongue writhing on the sensitive underside as she took him in deep. His cock head was continuously slamming into the back of her throat yet not a single gag wracked her body. Whether it was a personal talent or one from her Veela heritage, Harry didn’t know.

His own gasps and moans were joined by the lewd wet sounds of her sucking him with vigor. Slurps and squelches leaked from her spit soaked lips. Soon, however, Harry learned that was not the only pair of lips they leaked from. It was only due to his intense familiarity with his girlfriend’s bodies that he recognized the musky smell of arousal. Peering into the darkness he could just make out the shimmery material of her night shift pulled up above her shapely ass and her arm moving rapidly between her thighs. The realization that the blonde bombshell was rubbing herself into a moaning mess while blowing him caused a shock of pleasure to spike through his hard member.

With a jerk of his hips, his cock pushed further in the french witch’s mouth and into her throat. Fleur’s eyes widened at the intrusion, her mind panicking for a second as her airway was suddenly cut off. Yet when she heard the deep moan that the action drew from his mouth, she persisted.

The incredible tightness of her throat added with the silky caress of her mouth was overwhelming for Harry. Now, with every plunge of her mouth upon his cock, her nose would press upon his stomach and her tongue would lash out against his balls. He knew without a doubt her wouldn’t last much longer no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

As it turned out, Fleur was in the same boat as him. She didn’t know why her body reacted in such a way to a simple blowjob, but the second her mouth had descended upon him it was like her senses were dialed up to an 11. Each touch of his upon her body or taste of his skin sent waves of arousal down her spine and wrapped around her core. Within seconds her pussy had been drenched and practically begging for release. Her hand worked furiously as she swallowed his cock, frantically rubbing her sensitive nub before throwing caution to the wind and sinking her fingers deep in her own tight snatch. Now as her fingers pumped more and more wildly into her cunt, so too did her head upon his cock.

Harry gave her no warning when his release finally came. Instead, he seemed content to grasp a bundle of her silvery hair tightly while he pressed her face as far as it would go onto his cock. With a throaty groan he erupted into her awaiting mouth. Torrents of his hot seed splashed down her throat. His cum filled her mouth as she tried her best to swallow every last drop.

Her own scream of pleasure was muffled by his pulsating cock, yet the slippery wet sounds her pussy made as her juices sprayed out around her fingers was not. Fleur’s hips bucked wildly against her hand, her mouth joining in with her jerk movements as she desperately sucked his climaxing cock like her life depended on it.

Finally, just as the last droplets of cum were being scooped up by her tongue, so too did the twitches and shakes of her cunt. With one last long suck, the french witch pulled off his cock with a ‘pop!’ before placing a lingering kiss on his softening tip.

She looked up at him with a dazzling smile, blue eyes still shining with barely held back lust.

“We must end it here tonight I’m afraid but worry not ‘Arry… I am not done thanking you yet~” She purred. With a surprising amount of grace the girl stood from the bed, not even trying to cover the large swell of her gravity defying breasts that had slipped free from their prison.

With a wink and a blown kiss, the french girl was gone and Harry was left alone once more. He sighed as he slumped back down on his bed, wracking his brain for any sort of answer to the last few hours’ events.

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Fleur smirked as she quickly closed the door to the medical wing. She planned to simply give the boy a quick blowjob and be done with it. Nothing could have ever prepared her for the absolute monster that was between the Boy Who Lived’s legs, nor the panty soaking arousal she felt just from thinking about it.

She needed more, and she planned to get more very, very soon.

Lost in her thoughts she failed to notice the two shadowy shapes as she turned the corner. A squeak of surprise flew from her lips, joined by a cry of surprise as she was suddenly bound by thick robes from behind.

With eyes blazing in fury she dashed her gaze up to face her attackers. Yet when the sweetly smiling faces of Harry Potter’s three girlfriends came into view, that fury quickly turned to fear.

“Ms. Delacour I believe there are a few things we need to discuss.” The bushy haired one said politely. The evil grin spreading across the blonde one’s face did little to reassure her though.

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Author’s Note

Fleur is here! We’ll see much more of her next chapter but the 2nd Task and her intro to the story definitely deserved their own standalone chapter. More to come soon!

Thanks for reading!