FIC: What's Yours is Mine (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Harry knows the Weasley brothers won't be able to repay the massive amounts of gold they 'borrowed' from his vault without his permission. But a carefree remark from Ron leads Harry to come up with a unique form of repayment the Weasley wives can offer. Fleur volunteers to start right away. (Harry/Fleur)

Content Warnings/Themes: Cheating, rough sex

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Harry set his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his temples with his fingertips. He doubted it would do much to offset the headache he could feel forming though.

"You lot really don't even realize why this is a problem, do you?" he asked. He didn't need any of the Weasley men staring at him from across the table to actually respond for him to know their answer.

"Not really, mate, no," Ron said. "It's just gold. You have plenty of it." Of course Ron would feel that way. It was little wonder that he and his siblings had no concept of the value of gold given their upbringing. Harry loved Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; really he did. But parents who struggled to pay for their children's books and school supplies shouldn't have won 700 galleons in a Daily Prophet giveaway and promptly blown it all by taking a trip to Egypt. Their lack of financial sense had obviously been passed down to their children as well.

"We'll pay you back, of course," Bill said. He at least seemed to understand the basic principles of repaying money that you 'borrowed'. Though Harry wasn't really sure it could be considered borrowing when you used a spare vault key your mother had been holding onto all these years and took the money without asking or even letting the actual owner of that money know that you were taking it. He also didn't see any way in hell that he would ever be able to repay the amount of money he'd borrowed. He had a vague idea of the kind of salaries the Gringotts goblins paid to the wizards they worked with, and Bill didn't make enough gold working for them in an entire year to pay back the 'loan' he'd taken from Harry's vault.

"Sure you will," Harry said flatly.

"I'm working on a new product for the shop that's going to be big," George declared, grinning. "I'll get rich off it for sure, and I'll be able to pay back my share easily. I'd probably even make enough to cover everyone else's shares too, but these wankers can fend for themselves."

Harry just shook his head. George was the only one of the four men standing across from him who actually did have a decent amount of income. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had remained a success after Fred's unfortunate passing turned it into a solo operation, and if George was actually smart with his earnings he'd be quite well off. Unfortunately, he seemed to be obsessed with creating newer and more elaborate products, and he spent every sickle that he made in research and testing. Apparently even that wasn't enough since he'd been 'borrowing' gold from Harry's vault to cover yet more research expenses, which was why he was sitting in this room with Harry. Whatever gold this new product made would immediately be pumped into developing the next thing, and Harry wasn't going to see a knut of any of it.

"I have no doubt we'll be able to work out a payment plan and set up a schedule," Percy said. Even while talking about a debt that he could never hope to repay he still managed to sound pompous.

"I don't think that's really going to be necessary," Harry said, shaking his head. However much Percy would have loved drawing up some kind of schedule, there was no point in working out any sort of plan of repayment when not one of these wizards would ever be able to pay back their share. "Just forget about it. You'll never be able to repay this anyway, and I'm not about to demand a settlement and financially ruin the lot of you." Maybe it would do them all some good to face consequences for their financial irresponsibility, but every one of them was married. Their wives were innocent in all this, and Harry had no desire to punish any of them for their husbands' theft.

"Oi, I'm not some freeloader!" George said. "I'll pay you back, Harry. Promise!"

"Agreed," Percy said. "I'm a professional man. I will settle my debt."

"I don't know what you're all so worked up about!" Ron said, shrugging. "You heard Harry; he's not going to make us repay it. Besides, he's like family! What's mine is yours, right?"

What's mine is yours.

That phrase stuck inside of Harry's head, and even as George teased Ron for thinking he had anything that Harry might want the phrase remained with him. George was incorrect. He didn't want Ron's collection of Chudley Cannons merchandise, Percy's treatise on cauldron regulations, Bill's strange artifacts of dubious origin and safety or George's failed joke products, but there was one thing all four of the Weasley brothers seated across from him had that he saw significant value in.

"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine," Harry muttered. "You might just be onto something, Ron."

--

"I cannot believe this is actually happening," Audrey Weasley said, her voice sounding faint. It could barely be heard over the sounds of slurping emanating from close by.

"I can believe it," Angelina Weasley said. "I've always known ickle Harry had a dirty mind underneath all that nobility and hero stuff."

"Then perhaps you know him better than I do," Hermione Weasley said. "The Harry I grew up with didn't have the first clue what to do around a girl."

"He talked to you just fine," Angelina pointed out.

"He didn't see me as a girl back then," Hermione answered. Harry didn't think that was entirely true. Maybe he hadn't really thought of Hermione that way when they were younger, and admittedly he'd spent most of his time focused on other girls, first Cho and then Ginny. But he'd been very aware of Hermione's femininity after seeing her in that dress at the Yule Ball, and it had been downright impossible not to see a whole lot of his very female best friend when they spent the better part of a year traveling around the country together and sharing a tent every night. She was his best friend to this day, but Harry also thought of her as a beautiful woman and had done so for around a decade by this point.

He couldn't say any of that though, because the other Weasley wife was making it hard for him to think about anything but her. He was surprised he was even able to follow the conversation the other three were having while Fleur Weasley was sucking his cock; actually participating in the conversation was a step beyond him.

All four Weasley women had been stunned when he came to them with his offer. They were less surprised about the massive debts their husbands had incurred without their knowledge or Harry's permission, knowing the men they'd married as they did. But more than one eyebrow had been raised and more than one gasp could be heard when Harry suggested that each of them could repay the respective debt with their bodies.

Paying a debt via sexual favors was actually considered a legitimate transaction in the wizarding world. It was one of those old laws that the purebloods had made sure stayed in place since they were generally the ones with the money and thus the ones who might stand to benefit from it. The real question had been whether they would actually consider the offer seriously. Would they agree to take on the repayment of the debts, or would they refuse and trust that he wouldn't actually press the issue and cause serious problems for their families?

If anyone knew him and would call his bluff it would surely have been Hermione, but she hadn't dismissed the legitimacy of the idea. Nor had she tried to talk Fleur out of it when she not only agreed to assume Bill's debts and work to repay every last knut regardless of how long it took but volunteered to get started immediately. There had been an eagerness in Fleur's eyes when she hurried over to him and started tugging his trousers off before he'd even accepted her offer. Seeing how excited she was when she got his underwear down and got her first look at his cock made him wonder if she would have stopped even if Hermione had spoken up to insist that Harry would never actually demand repayment.

It was widely believed that veela were inherently sexual beings who could never truly get enough, and seeing Fleur's excitement about sucking his cock seemed to lend credence to that idea for Harry. He'd had his share of blowjobs and more than one lover had been pleased to be able to show him her skill and listen to his moans of pleasure, but this was different. Fleur didn't seem merely happy to show him what she could do but seemed to legitimately enjoy sucking his cock. She moaned as she slid her lips up and down his shaft, and those moans sounded too thrilled to mean anything other than that being down on her knees was right where she wanted to be and sucking his cock was exactly what she wanted to do.

She was good at it too. No, saying that she was good at it wasn't doing her justice. She was great at sucking his cock. Fleur sucked him better than he'd ever been sucked before. She knew just how to use her tongue and lips on him, and she swallowed him without any difficulty or hint of a gag reflex. With Harry's size he hadn't had a single woman yet who didn't struggle at least a little bit or take their time to get used to him, but Fleur apparently had no need for any of that. He knew that she was impressed with his size. She'd cooed with delight at seeing his cock for the first time and came right out and said that his was the biggest she'd ever seen, and he'd seen no lie on her face as she said it.

Since his was the biggest she'd ever had between her lips and yet she still sucked him off so well and so confidently, Harry could only conclude that she was just naturally skilled. Fleur wasn't just sucking his cock; she was worshipping it. The lust evident in her gorgeous green eyes as she stared up at him and slurped on his cock spoke to a woman who craved cock and was thrilled to have found one so long and thick to play with.

If she felt thrilled, it was nothing compared to what Harry felt. He'd had a pretty active sex life after the war, when he finally relaxed and allowed himself to live. With the attention he got from witches after the war, being the Chosen One and the man who beat Voldemort was better than liquid luck. For a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts he hadn't made the most of all the attention. He and Ginny had given it a real shot at an actual relationship, but that petered out over the summer and they mutually agreed to call it quits shortly before she returned to Hogwarts for her final year.

He had not been in a serious relationship since then. He saw no reason for one when beautiful witches flocked to him without him needing to expend any real effort at flirting. Harry Potter was the most famous wizard in Europe if not the world, and he made the most of that fame and his bachelor status. One beautiful witch after the next had found their way into his bed. Several of them had found their way there at the same time.

None of them had ever sucked Harry's cock like this. No witch had ever been able to swallow him so effortlessly or suck him with such skill. Giving a blowjob wasn't just a sexual act for Fleur. For her it was almost an art form; one that she had long since become the preeminent master of. Her tongue danced across him with grace and precision, slithering against him in ways no other tongue ever had. Did part-veela have longer or more flexible tongues or something? It would explain how she managed to stimulate so many parts of his cock at once.

She showed a keen understanding on how to use her hands as well. They worked in concert with her mouth, gripping his cock and twisting their way up or down his length depending on where her lips and tongue happened to be at the moment. Harry honestly didn't know how he hadn't cum in the first few minutes after she'd taken him into her mouth. It felt like she was trying to drain him and make him lose control right from the beginning, which would make sense given what he knew about veela and about her specifically.

Fleur rather liked having the ability to turn wizards into drooling idiots at her mere presence, even if she tended to look down on those who quickly fell under her spell and didn't give most of them the time of day other than to taunt them. It only seemed fitting that she would seek to turn him into a similarly helpless and pathetic mess as soon as she started sucking on him. A woman like Fleur would love it if she could make him lose it and cum down her throat after just a few seconds. If she'd gotten down on her knees for him at any time in the first six months to a year after the end of the war she probably even would have succeeded.

But not now. Harry was going to make her work for it. It was true that she was sucking his cock better than any woman ever had before. Between her bobbing head, swirling tongue and the wanking she gave him with her hands she was proving herself to be every bit as good as he might have imagined her to be, if not even better. Even for Harry it was only a matter of time before she broke him and made him lose it, but he was determined to get everything he could out of this. He had Fleur Weasley, hands-down the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, on her knees and giving him the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Even if she'd already made it clear that she would happily return for repeat performances until the debt had been settled in full, he wanted to remain in her mouth and continue to feel the magnificence of Fleur going down on him for as long as he could.

Harry had to dig deep to hold out, because Fleur did not make it easy on him. When she realized that her normal flawless technique, erotic slurps and focused eye contact was not going to be enough to break him she took things to another level. She stopped sucking him off and started working his balls over instead. Harry had received some ball sucking in the past, but Fleur's mouth was all over him. She didn't just suck, lick and kiss his balls. She moaned and rubbed her face against them, she kissed them like another woman might kiss a lover she never wanted to be separated from, and she sucked on them as if they were a delicacy that she couldn't get enough of. Harry might have had his balls sucked before but Fleur was setting a standard that would be very, very hard for any other woman to reach.

He still didn't cum though. He had to clench his fists and call upon all of the willpower he had, but he managed to resist the nearly overpowering urge to cum even as she sucked on his balls and gave him the best handjob of his life at the same time just for good measure. Harry considered it something of a victory for him when Fleur finally took his balls out of her mouth and gave up. He'd withstood the pleasure that was Fleur Weasley's hot veela mouth all over his balls.

This feeling of victory and celebration was a short-lived one though, because Fleur hadn't stopped sucking on his balls because she was having any thoughts of submission or surrender. She was just moving on to her next attempt. She took his cock back into her mouth this time, but it wasn't so she could return to the same blowjob she'd been giving him before she pulled back. Amazing though her technique had been, it hadn’t managed to make Harry cum. That was why she went for something completely different this time. Rather than sucking him off and using her skill to please him she took his cock all the way down her throat in one slow, smooth bob of her head.

"Holy shit," Angelina whispered in awe. "How in the fuck is she doing that?"

"I have no idea," Audrey said. Her voice was still quiet in the background but there was a definite note of arousal with it now.

"It must be a veela thing," Hermione mused. "It's the only explanation that makes any sense."

His brainy best friend might have been onto something, because no ordinary witch had ever even come close to what Fleur was doing right now. He'd had a couple of women deepthroat him, but only after they'd practiced, worked themselves into it and generally after several failed attempts came before the successful one. But even the girls who had managed to deepthroat him had only been able to hold his cock down their throats for a few seconds at most before they had to pull back.

Not Fleur. Harry wasn't too surprised when she held him down for about ten seconds, because given the reputation of veela as well as everything she'd already shown him he'd been expecting Fleur to be able to hold him down longer than anyone previously had. But when ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty, he'd been as amazed as her sisters-in-law obviously were. Fleur held his cock all the way down her throat for well over a minute without any difficulty, and Harry shook his head in disbelief.

But even this feat was not Fleur's endgame. She'd held him down her throat for so long merely to demonstrate that she could. She was showing him what she could do, and now that she'd given him that demonstration and blown his mind she was going to go for the kill. While holding his cock so deep in her throat that her nose was pressed into his pubic hair, she shook her head from side to side and hummed.

The moment Harry felt Fleur's throat vibrate around his cock he knew he was fucked. This had been incredible enough as it was but now there was no fighting it, not even for him. His hands flew to Fleur's head and grabbed her hair, which was so silky smooth that he struggled to find any purchase on it. That was no matter because Fleur didn't need him to tug on her hair to get her to do what he wanted. She wasn't going anywhere. She had his cock down her throat, and there it would stay until he'd finished.

That moment was not long in arriving after she'd started humming around his cock, and Harry did not bother trying to hold it back. He couldn't have even if he wanted to, and at this point he was done resisting. He held onto the back of Fleur's head and thrust his hips forward mindlessly even though his cock was already as deep down her throat as it was going to get, not that Fleur minded. Her hands rested on his legs placidly as she held him down her throat and waited for him to cum.

Harry groaned as he emptied his balls down Fleur's throat without any complaint from her. He tended to cum for long enough that most girls failed to swallow it all if they tried and had to pull back before he was finished, but Fleur held steady and took his cum down her throat without incident until the flow finally stopped. When Harry let go of her head and pulled back he did not see a single spilled drop on her face or the floor beneath her.

"Magnifique, Harry," she said, smiling up at him and wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "I have not had any man who held out for so long while I was trying to make them cum. You are as impressive as I had hoped you would be."

"I could say the same about you," he said. "But I hope you don't think you're done with your first payment. Your husband worked up a lot of debt funding those ridiculous cursebreaking expeditions of his. If you want to pay it off for him it's going to take loads more than that."

Fleur was undaunted by the idea of there being more in store for her. It was the exact opposite in fact. Her eyes lit up and she smiled widely, displaying perfect white teeth as she beamed at him.

"I had hoped you would say that," she said. "Let us continue as soon as you are ready."

--

The girls were surprised at just how quickly Harry was ready. Even Harry was surprised, to be honest. He had good stamina and a quick recovery time but he still ordinarily would have needed a couple of minutes to recover before he could get hard again for another round. But Fleur was so sexy and the thought of shagging her was so arousing that he was hard again before he'd even pulled her off of her knees and onto her feet.

Harry didn't bother marveling at his shockingly quick recovery time. He had much better things to do, and he wanted to get straight to them. That was why he used a bit of wandless and nonverbal magic to simply vanish Fleur's clothes in an instant rather than taking the time to undress her, and it was also why he took no time to let his eyes drink in the feast of her naked body.

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and there was a strong likelihood that she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world, but Harry wasn't going to spend any time staring at her reverentially when he had a raging hard-on and a place to put it. He pushed Fleur over towards the chair he'd been sitting on when he invited the girls in and bent her over it before lining himself up and pushing straight in.

This wasn't a time for slow teasing or a gentle, deliberate pace. Harry could do both of those things perfectly well, but that wasn't what was called for now. He had Fleur Weasley bent over his chair and was sliding his cock inside of her, and this demanded swift and aggressive action on his part. She'd shown him what she could do with her mouth, and now it was Harry's turn to show off his own strengths. It was time for him to show her how he could fuck.

Her pussy felt amazing around his cock. She was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and on every push into her his cock was surrounded with a snug, warm perfection that his body instantly demanded more of. Much like Hermione had suggested that her ability to hold him down her throat indefinitely must have been a veela thing, Harry would bet the entire amount that the Weasley brothers owed him that this too was connected to her heritage. He'd never felt an all-consuming need to fuck a woman as fast and as hard as he could like he felt now with his cock pushing forward and pulling back inside of Fleur's pussy. It was like her cunt was actively working to break him and make him fill her with his seed as quickly as he possibly could, and it made perfect sense that this would be a genetic trait of the veela.

Harry would oblige; he was going to cum inside of Fleur quickly. But he was going to get his money's worth both figuratively and literally either way, because he put his full strength behind every thrust of his hips. There had been times that he'd reached the speed he fucked Fleur with now but it was usually only towards the tail end of a shag when he knew he'd be cumming within a minute or two. This was because taking a full-force fuck for even a minute or two took a lot out of his partner, and expecting them to withstand the brutal pace he could set for any longer than that would have been tantamount to cruelty on his part.

He wouldn't be able to fuck Fleur like this for more than a half a dozen minutes, if that, before he came. Lasting inside of Fleur's perfect veela pussy would have been challenging even if he'd been taking it easy, and the frenetic pace he was setting would make every minute a struggle. But it was a struggle for Fleur too. After what she'd said about his staying power during her blowjob it seemed obvious that no man had lasted long when inside of her pussy, not that he could blame them. Even if Bill or any of her previous lovers had ever had it in their heads to rut against her as aggressively as Harry was now there was no way they would've lasted more than a minute at most.

Harry was fucking her harder than anyone ever had before; he was sure of it. His hips smacked against Fleur's flawless arse and made it jiggle with every thrust, but that wasn't even the half of it. He fucked her so hard that she rocked forward on the balls of her feet and her body got pressed into the edge of the chair when he'd completed his thrust. Fleur's hands held onto the sides of the chair as hard as she could, using them to soften the impact of her body being bumped against the chair.

Any other woman Harry had ever been with would have been whimpering and asking him to slow down long before now, but not Fleur. She was whimpering, sure, but it was out of desire rather than discomfort. The veela liked being bent over his chair and having him fuck her brains out, and she didn't want it to stop.

She started babbling in French, and while Harry didn't know more than a handful of French words and thus couldn't make out what she was saying, he didn't need to. It was the tone she used as he fucked her that he recognized and responded to, and he understood what she was begging for even if he didn't know the words coming out of her mouth. She wanted him to keep going.

That was just what he wanted too so Harry was happy to help in this instance. He kept the thrusts coming, bouncing his hips off of her bum and rocking her against the edge of his comfortable chair as he claimed Fleur's pussy like no one else ever had. He was living every man's dream as he nailed Fleur. Even the men who had been lucky enough to shag her couldn't have felt anything that measured up to the satisfaction Harry got now. He didn't care how many times Bill had fucked his wife; there was no way he'd ever been able to fuck Fleur like this or hear her babble, curse and beg in French as the veela side of her got what it had always been searching for.

Continuing with these huge thrusts would have been enough for Harry to leave a mark on Fleur, and he had a feeling she would've come back for more even without any debts to settle. But he wanted to make absolutely sure that Fleur's body remembered his hold over it and that she would come back for more, so he continued to push her buttons. While keeping the thrusts coming as hard and deep as ever he started to spank her as well.

These weren't playful spanks either; he smacked Fleur's bum hard. It was hard enough to leave clear red handprints on the flesh of both cheeks, and in between the sounds of his hand swatting her he could hear the three other Weasley wives gasping and murmuring about what was happening. Harry tuned them out though. They would each have their chance to pay their debt. This was about Fleur and Fleur alone.

He grabbed Fleur's hair hard, not allowing the silky strands to slip through his fingers as he yanked her head back and made her gasp. He held her head back and brought his mouth right next to her ear so he could make it clear what he was about to do and how she was going to pay her husband's debt.

"I'm going to cum inside of you, Fleur," he growled into her ear right after yet another spank. "Your husband stole from me, but I'm going to take something more valuable than gold. And that's exactly what you want, isn't it?"

"Oui!" Fleur moaned. "Yes, 'Arry!"

"Beg me for it," he demanded. "Beg me to cum inside of you."

"Give it to me!" she screamed without hesitation. If she'd been feeling any guilt at all about this it was clearly a thing of the past now. "I want it! I need it! Please, please, cum in me! Claim me!"

No man would've been able to resist when hearing Fleur Weasley beg for their cum, and not even Harry Potter was strong enough to do so. Not that he wanted to, of course. He'd proven his point and made Fleur beg for him to cum in her, and now it was time for him to finish collecting his first repayment from Bill's sexy veela wife.

He buried his cock fully inside of her one more time and left it there as he came inside of her, groaning with relief while enjoying his release. He'd never fucked anyone that hard for that long before and the semen seemed to flow with a force to match. Or maybe that was just Fleur's veela side at work again, clamping down around him and draining his cum from his balls rapidly. It felt great either way. Fleur obviously agreed since her screams of pleasure as her body trembled through a massive climax against the chair drowned out his groans as well as the comments from the other women watching it all.

Harry smiled, feeling in that moment that he'd gotten everything he could want out of this. He would never say a word to Bill about needing to repay the massive amount of gold he'd taken from his vault. Fuck, he'd empty his vault altogether to keep cumming inside of Fleur like this. That wouldn't be necessary since she still had plenty more 'payments' to schedule, not to mention he was convinced she was just as eager for more as he was.

She might even be more eager considering how tight her cunt felt as he finally pulled out of her when he was all done. It was like she was trying to hold him in place and stop him from escaping, but he eventually escaped from her tightness. As he did so he saw some of his excess cum sticking to her inner thigh, and some had dripped onto the chair and the floor beneath her as well. Harry didn't mind. It could be cleaned up easily enough with magic, and even if it couldn't have it would've been worth it.

"Fucking hell," Angelina whispered. The room had fallen mostly silent aside from Fleur's panting as the two of them settled down and recovered from their climaxes, but that whisper reminded Harry that he had more company. He turned to face them, and grinned when he noticed all three pairs of eyes linger on his dick.

"Now you've seen what working off this debt is going to look like," he said, looking between each of them in turn. "Can I count on you three to work just as hard to settle your husbands' debts?"