Fleur's Yule Ball (Ch. 1 - The Invitation) (Patreon)

Disclaimer: The characters in this story have been aged up. Hogwarts and Beauxbatons start at the age of 15, making Harry and Fleur 18 and 21 respectively.

Fleur lay in her bed, staring blankly at the carriage ceiling. Memories of her first encounter with Harry resurfaced, reminding her of the moment she dismissed his potential. How she regretted calling him a little boy when he was, in fact, an impressive young man. Fleur recalled her surprise when she found out he was chosen as a Hogwarts Champion; initially, she didn't think he stood a chance among the other competitors. But now, she couldn't deny his immense magical abilities and charm.

She sighed, recalling the previous day's events and how everyone now hailed Harry as the next coming of Merlin. Her pussy had been dripping wet ever since she saw him in action, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. As a Veela, she was naturally drawn to powerful wizards - well, at least handsome powerful wizards - and Harry's display of magical prowess left her feeling captivated.

Her thoughts drifted to the upcoming Yule Ball, and an idea began to form. A slow smile spread across her face as her fingers ventured between her legs, finding her clit swollen with desire. "I must ask him," she decided, already picturing their night together.

She imagined Harry's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as they danced together. She would wear her most alluring gown, one that accentuated every curve of her body, making her irresistible to him. And when the music stopped, she would lean in and whisper into his ear, asking him to join her for a private celebration in her chambers. The anticipation made her shiver with excitement.

With newfound determination, Fleur withdrew her fingers from her wet, needy lips and licked them clean. It was time to approach Harry and extend her invitation. There was no turning back now; she wanted him, and she would make sure he knew it.

Fleur donned a fine, light blue gown, choosing one that highlighted her lithe figure and delicate features. Her perky breasts were barely contained by the low-cut bodice, while her shapely bottom was emphasised by the gown's snug fit. With her silver locks cascading down her shoulders, she felt like a vision of beauty.

As she moved through the castle, her heart raced with excitement. She passed students and professors alike, each pausing briefly to take in her radiant appearance. Their gaze lingered on her pert breasts, encased in sheer fabric, only intensifying her confidence. She revelled in the attention, knowing it would only empower her further to win over Harry.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of searching, she spotted Harry, chatting with those two Gryffindors he always seemed to be around. He looked even more handsome than usual, dressed smartly in formal robes that showcased his muscular physique. His dark hair contrasted sharply against his pale skin, giving him a mysterious air.

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Harry was in the middle of a conversation with Ron and Hermione when Ron's eyes suddenly glazed over. "Bloody hell," he muttered, staring at something behind Harry. "It's Fleur Delacour."

Curiosity piqued, Harry turned and caught sight of a vision in silk and satin. Fleur approached with a confident stride, looking radiant in her elegant gown. The garment clung to her petite form as if painted on, enhancing the curves and contours of her slender figure. Harry's breath hitched and his heart began to race.

"Fleur's looking hot," Ron whispered, his eyes still fixed on the bouncing tits of the quarter-Veela. "I'd love to get a piece of that."

Hermione whacked Ron on the back of his head. "Ronald!" she scolded, giving him a disapproving look. "You shouldn't be ogling ladies like that!"

Ignoring his friends' banter, Harry waited patiently for Fleur to reach them. He was trying hard not to stare too much at her cleavage or the way her nipples strained against the thin material covering them. It took tremendous effort to keep himself focused on her face instead of letting his gaze drift lower.

Her hips swayed seductively as she approached, her eyes locked on his. He felt a stirring in his loins as she drew closer, her gaze never wavering. He could see the desire burning in her eyes, and he wondered what she wanted from him.

When she finally reached him, she didn't waste any time getting straight to the point. "Monsieur Potter," she purred, her voice like honeyed whispers brushing past his ears. "May I have a word?"

Ron looked like he was in heaven, seeing Fleur up close.

"Of course, Mademoiselle Delacour," Harry replied, clearing his throat nervously. He noticed Ron gaping at Fleur, drool practically falling from his mouth. Hermione elbowed Ron, bringing him back to reality.

"Please, call me Fleur," Fleur said, taking Harry gently by the arm and leading him away from the group. They strolled down corridors and up staircases, eventually reaching a secluded spot in the castle. Fleur led him to a classroom, but Harry stopped her before she could enter.

Harry's mind raced with possibilities. What could Fleur possibly want from him? Was she trying to lure him into a trap? They were competitors in the Triwizard Tournament after all. Something about this situation seemed off, and he wasn't going to fall for it so easily.

He glanced at Fleur, who stood there expectantly, waiting for him to follow her inside. But he hesitated, unsure whether entering that empty room alone with her was such a good idea. After all, they hardly knew each other - why should he trust her intentions?

"Whatever you want to say, you can say it here," Harry said, gesturing to the corridor. "I don't feel comfortable following one of my competitors into an empty classroom right now. Especially not one who has only every just shown me disdain."

A surprised chuckle escaped Fleur's lips. "Oh, mon cheri, is that what you truly believe?" she asked, shaking her head slightly, but stepping out from the classroom and into the hallway just the same. "Very well, then let us remain here where others may see us. That way, you will know I mean no harm."

She stepped closer to him, her body radiating warmth. Harry couldn't help but notice how close she was standing, their bodies almost touching. Her perfume filled his nostrils, making his head swim. As much as he tried to stay focused, he found himself getting lost in her presence.

"Monsieur Potter," she began again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I came here today to apologise for my previous words. You have proven yourself a worthy opponent, and I must admit that I underestimated your abilities."

Harry blinked, taken aback by her admission. Never had he expected such humility from someone like her. And yet, despite her apology, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something else was amiss. Still, he held his ground, choosing to listen attentively rather than jumping to conclusions.

"Thank you for acknowledging my efforts, Fleur," Harry responded politely. "But why did you really seek me out? Surely there must be another reason beyond simply wanting to clear the air between us."

Fleur smiled coyly, stepping even closer to Harry. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound rapidly beneath her fingertips. A devilish grin spread across her face as she leaned in, her lips barely an inch away from his ear.

"Perhaps I wished to ask you something... personal," she murmured softly, allowing her fingers to trace patterns over his firm pecs.

Harry swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the blood rushing through his veins. His thoughts were muddled, unable to focus clearly anymore. All he could think about was the sensation of her touch, sending shivers down his spine.

Clearing his throat, he managed to speak again. "What kind of question do you wish to ask me, exactly?" Harry was a few inches taller than her, and as such had to look slightly down to meet her eye. It took tremendous effort to keep himself focused on her face instead of letting his gaze drift lower, however, to her big, perky breasts.

Fleur giggled softly, her hand still resting lightly on his chest. "Well, I thought perhaps we might attend the Yule Ball together," she admitted bashfully. "It would make for quite the spectacle, wouldn't you agree?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden request. The Yule Ball was still weeks away, and he hadn't given it much thought since being chosen as the Hogwarts Champion. Attending with Cho Chang had been his initial plan, but he had yet to ask her. And now, Fleur was asking him to be her date instead.

"I see," Harry said slowly, considering her proposition carefully. Part of him wanted to accept her offer; after all, spending time with such a beautiful woman sounded enticing. And it would also save him from having to ask out Cho, which he dreaded. However, another part of him couldn't forget how Fleur had dismissed him when they first met.

After several moments of contemplation, Harry finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Fleur," Harry said, shaking his head. "But I'm afraid I must decline your invitation. I already have plans to invite someone else."

Fleur smirked at Harry's response, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Oh, I see," she whispered seductively, leaning in even closer to him. "So you have not yet asked her, then?"

Her warm breath tickled his ear, causing goosebumps to rise along his arms. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he struggled to maintain eye contact with the Veela. It took every ounce of his willpower not to stare at her cleavage, which was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.

"That's correct," Harry confirmed, swallowing hard. "I had planned on inviting Cho Chang, actually."

Fleur pouted playfully, batting her eyelashes at him. "Ah, such a shame," she sighed dramatically. "But perhaps I could change your mind..."

And before Harry could react, Fleur dropped to her knees before him, surprising him. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to reconsider.

"Please, Harry," she whispered huskily, placing a hand on his growing bulge. "Let us attend the ball together. We would make such a handsome couple, don't you think?"

Harry gasped as Fleur began massaging his manhood through his trousers. Shock washed over him, rendering him speechless. Despite his initial resistance, he found himself struggling to resist her advances.

He glanced around nervously, ensuring they were alone before responding. "Mademoiselle Delacour, what are you doing?" he stammered, attempting to compose himself. Yet, despite his words, he made no attempt to push her away.

Fleur grinned wickedly, her grip tightening around his straining shaft through his trousers. "Just consider it a little incentive," she purred, biting her bottom lip suggestively. "Think about it, Harry - we could be so good together."

"Uh, Mademoiselle Delacour-" Harry began, gesturing towards the empty classroom behind them. "Maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere more private?"

Fleur shook her head, her grip on his shaft tightening. "No, I think here is fine," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper. "After all, you were the one who wanted to stay out here in the first place."

Without warning, Fleur unbuckled Harry's belt, pulling it free from its loops with ease. As she tugged at his trousers, his erection sprung forth like a coiled snake striking its prey. Caught off guard, Fleur flinched, her cheeks burning red as his member slapped against her cheek.

A surprised yelp escaped her lips, followed by a soft giggle. "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the impressive length before her. "My, my, you truly are well-endowed, aren't you?"

Unsure of how to respond, Harry stood frozen in shock, unsure whether to laugh or scold her for her actions. His heart pounded furiously within his chest, threatening to burst through his ribcage. He swallowed hard, searching for words that refused to come.

Fleur, however, didn't seem to notice. She licked her lips hungrily, her gaze never leaving Harry's manhood. Her tongue darted out, tracing patterns along her bottom lip as if anticipating a delicious treat. Mesmerised by the sight before her, she couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her mouth inching closer to the tip of his shaft. She hesitated momentarily, savouring the tantalising scent of his arousal. A shiver ran down her spine as she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the first taste.

Harry watched, transfixed, as Fleur's lips brushed gently against his sensitive skin. The sensation sent shivers coursing throughout his body, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to reach out and tangle his fingers in her silky hair.

As Fleur wrapped her lips around his girth, he felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure ripple through him. She swirled her tongue around his head, teasing him mercilessly while maintaining eye contact. Her gaze never wavered, holding his captive as she pleasured him.

Harry stared down at Fleur, mesmerised by the sight of her full lips stretched around his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked eagerly, taking him deeper into her hot, wet mouth. He moaned softly, unable to suppress the sounds escaping his lips.

"Oh, Fleur...you shouldn't..." Harry murmured weakly, trying to protest, but failing miserably. His hands twitched at his sides, yearning to touch her, yet hesitant to interrupt her rhythm.

Fleur's head bobbed up and down, her mouth enveloping Harry's manhood as she sucked him deeper with each thrust. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, teasing him mercilessly while maintaining eye contact. Her gaze never wavered, holding his eyes captive as she pleasured him.

Fleur's cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, creating a powerful suction that pulled at Harry's manhood. She moaned softly, the vibrations resonating through his shaft and sending waves of pleasure cascading through his body.

Her hands gripped his hips firmly, guiding him deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she eased back, only to plunge forward again, swallowing him whole once more.

Harry groaned deeply, unable to contain the surge of ecstasy building within him. Each movement of her lips threatened to send him spiralling over the edge, yet he held on, determined to prolong the experience.

Suddenly, Fleur released him from her mouth with a loud pop. Gasping for air, she looked up at Harry with a mischievous grin. "What do you think, mon cheri?" she asked coyly. "Am I doing well?"

Harry hissed through clenched teeth as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. A thin string of saliva connected his cock to Fleur's lips, evidence of her recent efforts.

He glanced down at Fleur, noticing the flush spreading across her cheeks and neck. Her lips were swollen and glistening from their earlier activities, making his heart race. But he could not give in just yet; he needed more convincing.

"Almost," Harry panted, trying to keep his composure. "But I still need a little more... persuasion."

Understanding dawned upon Fleur's face, accompanied by a wicked gleam in her eyes. Grinning impishly, she nodded, ready to take things further. Without hesitation, she resumed suckling on his throbbing rod, this time even hungrier than before.

She took him deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat muscles to accommodate his size. With every inch she devoured, she marvelled at the feeling of power surging through her veins. Never had she imagined being able to satisfy such a large man, let alone one so young and handsome.

Harry gasped as Fleur forced herself to take him deeper, swallowing him whole until he hit the back of her throat. She coughed slightly, her eyes watering, but quickly regained control. To his surprise, she pushed further, determined to prove herself worthy of his affection.

"You're incredible," Harry murmured, barely audible above the sound of Fleur's slurping noises.

Fleur grinned around his shaft, pleased by his compliment. She hummed appreciatively, causing vibrations to ripple through his length. Her hands roamed freely over his thighs, squeezing them gently as she continued to pleasure him.

With each movement, Fleur's breasts jiggled enticingly, drawing Harry's attention away from her talented mouth and alluring eyes. His gaze lingered on her cleavage, admiring the way her nipples strained against the sheer fabric covering them. The outline of her areolas was clearly visible, tempting him beyond reason.

Unable to resist any longer, Harry reached out and gently traced his fingers along the deep valley between Fleur's full breasts. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, prompting her to gasp around his shaft. Carefully, he slipped his hand inside her gown, cupping her soft flesh in his palm.

Fleur's breasts were perfect spheres of smooth, flawless flesh that fit perfectly into Harry's hands, almost as if they were made for him. Her nipples were hard and erect, begging to be touched. He pinched them gently, eliciting a soft moan from Fleur. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grasp, silently urging him to continue as she continued to suckle on his shaft.

Harry obliged, rolling her nipples between his fingers, teasing them mercilessly. He revelled in the sensation of her soft skin against his rougher palms, enjoying the contrast between them.

The sensation of her warm, slick mouth surrounding his girth drove Harry wild. As much as he tried to maintain control, he couldn't help but lose himself in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. Unable to resist the urge, he tangled his fingers in her silky hair, using it as leverage to guide her movements.

Fleur responded eagerly, allowing him to dictate the pace. She increased her tempo, matching his rhythm as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deeper into her welcoming warmth.

"GLUCK! GLAK!" Fleur choked, struggling to breathe as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, driven by both physical exhaustion and raw emotion. Fleur loved how powerful he felt within her; every movement exhilarated her senses, awakening dormant desires deep within her core.

His fingers dug into her scalp, pulling insistently at her hair. Guided by instinctual urges, he used her as an instrument, orchestrating every note in the symphony of passion unfolding before him. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving half-moon imprints in their wake.

"Oh, Merlin, yes!" Harry groaned, unable to contain the primal sounds escaping his lips.

Fleur looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to release himself inside her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to feel him fill her completely.

She tightened her lips around him, creating a strong suction that pulled at his manhood. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, glistening under the dim light. With each thrust, his balls slapped against her chin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

As the tension built, Harry felt his climax approaching rapidly. He glanced down at Fleur, seeing the desperation etched across her beautiful features. As much as he wished to prolong the experience, he knew he could hold on no longer.

With a final roar, Harry released himself into Fleur's mouth, filling her with his seed. Spurt after spurt erupted forth, coating her tongue and flooding her mouth. Swallowing reflexively, she struggled to keep up with the deluge pouring down her throat. Still, she persisted, determined to drain him dry.

Breathlessly, Harry watched as Fleur licked him clean, savouring every last drop of his essence. Once satisfied, she sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth demurely with the back of her hand. A self-satisfied smile spread across her face as she gazed up at him, waiting expectantly.

Harry took a moment to appreciate Fleur's dishevelled appearance. Droplets of saliva clung to her swollen lips, while smudged makeup adorned her tear-streaked cheeks. Her ample bosom hung free from its confines, revealing perky pink nipples that stood proudly atop plump mounds of flesh. Despite her rumpled state, she wore a triumphant grin, radiating satisfaction and pride.

Fleur's smug expression told him everything he needed to know - she had succeeded in her quest. And in doing so, she had won more than just his respect; she had earned his admiration and gratitude.

"Well?" she asked softly, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "What do you think now, mon cheri? Am I worthy of accompanying you to the Yule Ball?"

Harry extended his hand towards Fleur, inviting her to stand. "Of course, Fleur," Harry replied, smiling warmly at her. "I would be delighted to attend the ball with you."

Fleur beamed, her heart swelling with joy. She accepted his hand, allowing him to pull her up from her kneeling position. With a playful grin, she placed a soft peck on his cheek, sealing their agreement.

"Merci, Harry," Fleur whispered gratefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "You will not regret this decision, I promise you."

And Harry believed her. He knew that Fleur would make a wonderful date for the Yule Ball now that he had seen how willing she had been to stuff his thick cock down her throat. He couldn't wait to see what other surprises she had in store for him.

With a flick of her wand, Fleur fixed her clothes and make-up, restoring herself to pristine condition. Then, with a final wink, she turned on her heel and sauntered away, her pert bottom wiggling enticingly beneath her gown as she walked. Harry stared after her, already anticipating their next encounter.

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