Fleur's Yule Ball (Ch. 2 - Fun in the Prefects' Bathroom) (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.

Harry was listening to one of Ron's and Hermione's routine arguments during breakfast in the Great Hall when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. "Monsieur Potter," came the sultry voice behind him. Startled, Harry turned to find Fleur standing there, looking radiant in her elegant robe and enticing cleavage. A piece of parchment protruded between her fingers.

"I have a private matter to discuss with you," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Before Harry could respond, she placed the parchment on the table and slid it towards him before sauntering out of the Great Hall.

Ron, whose eyes had been fixed upon the retreating figure of Fleur Delacour, raised an eyebrow questioningly at Harry. "Since when did you become such good friends with Fleur?" he asked, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice.

"It's just business," Harry replied nonchalantly, "We're both champions, so we have to work together," he lied. Harry then unfolded the parchment, his eyes quickly taking in its contents.

In elegant script, the message read: "Meet me at the Prefects' Bathroom in an hour. Bring your golden egg."

His last encounter with Fleur was still fresh in his mind. Desperate to invite him to the Yule Ball, she had dropped to her knees in the hallway and slurped on his cock, pleading him to go with her. That had been two weeks ago now. Was she planning another surprise?

Hermione, who had been listening to their conversation, and couldn't wait to one-up Ron once more, chimed in, "That's wonderful, Harry! International magical cooperation is the entire point of the tournament. It's great to see two champions working together."

Harry chuckled at his friend's optimistic outlook. He wasn't so certain she would be praising their gatherings so much if she really knew what Fleur was up to. Quickly excusing himself from the table, he made his way back to his dormitory to pick up his golden egg before heading up to the fifth floor where the Prefects' Bathroom awaited them.

As had never been a prefect himself, he had never had the chance to enjoy the luxurious bathroom before becoming a champion. As such, Harry slipped through the door hesitantly and stepped inside. His breath hitched in amazement as he beheld the ethereal scene unfolding before his eyes. It was a room bathed in an otherworldly glow, where sunlight poured through a magnificent skylight, casting warm beams of light onto the mosaic floor. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting mermaids and sea creatures, while the ceiling was a masterpiece of frescoes portraying ancient underwater cities.

But the most breathtaking sight of all was perhaps Fleur herself, clad only in the skimpiest bikini, her body shimmering with droplets of water as she bent over, seemingly engrossed in something within her bag. Her tiny bikini thong disappeared deep between her firm cheeks as she bent over, giving Harry a practically unobstructed view of her most intimate areas.

Lost in the moment, Harry didn't even notice how distractedly he was staring until Fleur twisted around, smiling, as if she had caught him admiring her gorgeous figure. As she spun around, Harry's eyes were drawn to the sight of her perky breasts, which threatened to burst free from her skimpy bikini top with each movement of her body.

Fleur straightened up, acknowledging Harry's presence with a knowing smile. "Ah, Monsieur Potter!" she greeted cheerfully. "You are right on time."

Feeling rather bold after their previous encounter, Harry approached Fleur, returning her greeting with a confident smirk. "Well, I wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting," he said, setting his golden egg down beside hers on the bench.

Fleur giggled, the sound of her laughter bouncing playfully off the high ceilings. "Indeed, we should get on with the task at hand," she agreed.

Feeling a bit overdressed in his school robes, Harry hurriedly slipped out of them, stripping down to just his pants. "I forgot to bring my swimming trunks," he explained sheepishly, as he fished out his wand, ready to transfigure his pants into something a bit more suitable.

But Fleur beat him to it. She had already stepped forward and was unbuttoning Harry's pants for him before he had a chance to react. Within moments, she had pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his enormous cock spring free. "I think you'll find you won't be needing those," she said with a playful grin.

"Oh, very well," Harry conceded, feeling slightly embarrassed but also oddly excited by Fleur's audaciousness. "If you say so..."

As if on cue, Fleur took matters into her own hands and wrapped her fingers firmly around Harry's shaft, giving him a few good tugs to ensure he was fully erect before they began. He groaned appreciatively and closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of her soft touch. But just as things started heating up, Fleur released her grip, leaving Harry panting and confused.

With a gleeful giggle, she turned away, her perky ass bouncing enticingly, and dove gracefully into the pool. To no one's surprise, however, her tiny bikini top failed to survive the dive, floating gently to the surface after her departure. Harry watched in amusement as the fabric floated aimlessly across the water like a lost shipwreck. With a flick of his wand, he summoned the sodden garment and tossed it and his wand next to his discarded clothing. Then, without further ado, he followed Fleur into the inviting waters.

The pool was warm and soothing, a welcome respite from the chill of the castle. Harry swam towards Fleur, who was treading water nearby. Her perfect breasts glistened with droplets of water, and her hair fanned out around her like a golden halo.

Without warning, she lunged forward and wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, locking eyes with him provocatively. The intensity of her gaze made his heart race as they fell into a passionate embrace.

Her lips met his hungrily, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire being. Their tongues danced together sensuously, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Harry could feel Fleur's nipples hardening against his chest, their peaks poking insistently into his flesh. In response, he grew harder than ever before, pressing eagerly into her needy core and toned stomach.

His hands naturally gravitated towards her firm, round ass, and he gave it a good squeeze, eliciting a soft moan of approval from deep within her throat. She responded by running her hands over his muscular chest, her fingers tracing tantalising patterns across his skin.

"Weren't we supposed to be working on the egg?" Harry asked teasingly between kisses, knowing full well what Fleur had in mind.

"That can wait," Fleur purred, pulling back momentarily. "Besides, I have a feeling that you might have already figured out your egg by now... so why don't we have a little fun instead?"

Harry couldn't argue with that logic, especially when Fleur pressed her luscious body even closer to his. Her perfect tits were now crushed against his chest, and her hard nipples left a trail of fire in their wake. His rock-hard cock throbbed painfully, begging for release.

He ground himself against her, feeling the exquisite friction between their bodies. He wanted nothing more than to sink himself deep inside her tight Veela pussy, but Fleur seemed determined to torment him first.

Desperate to feel more of her, Harry reached down between them and undid the tiny string holding up Fleur's last piece of clothing - her scanty bikini bottoms. He tossed them aside, letting them join the rest of their discarded clothing by the edge of the pool.

Fleur giggled at his neediness, "Patience, mon cheri," she whispered seductively, reaching down to stroke his thick length slowly. "Let me take care of you first."

Before Harry could protest, she pushed him backwards until he found himself sitting on the ledge near the shallow end of the pool. As soon as he was settled, Fleur moved between his spread legs, grasping his manhood firmly in her delicate hand.

"Mmm, you are so big and hard for me," she cooed, stroking him lovingly.

Harry's cock jump at her teasing words. "And so responsive," she giggled, as she continued her ministrations.

She lowered her head and planted a soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive tip of his cock. Harry sighed in delight, enjoying the sensation of her moist warmth surrounding his aching shaft. He stared down at her, watching as her cherry-red lips stretched around him, encapsulating the head of his cock.

Slowly, almost cruelly, she began to lower herself onto him, taking him deeper into her hot, wet mouth. Harry gasped as she swallowed him, relishing the feeling of her tongue massaging his rigid length. It felt incredible, but he knew that this was only the beginning.

Leaning back, Fleur gripped Harry's thighs tightly, anchoring herself in place as she went to work on him. She slid her lips up and down his long shaft, building momentum as she went. Within moments, she was bobbing rapidly on his cock, slurping loudly as she sucked him off.

Harry threw his head back, groaning in ecstasy as Fleur worked her magic on him. Each movement sent shivers racing through his veins, making his toes curl in anticipation of the inevitable climax looming just beyond reach. But still, she continued to suck him greedily, seemingly insatiable in her hunger for his seed.

Feeling bold, Harry reached down and tangled his fingers in Fleur's damp hair, guiding her movements as she blew him. He thrust gently into her mouth, encouraging her to pick up the pace, needing more and more pressure as he neared his peak.

With an impish grin, Fleur complied, creating a powerful vacuum seal between her plump lips and Harry's engorged cock. She sucked harder, increasing the suction and drawing a guttural cry from Harry's lips. Just as his hips started to buck wildly, she pulled back suddenly, her lips releasing his pulsing shaft with a satisfying 'pop'.

Harry whimpered in disappointment, but Fleur wasn't done yet. Withdrawing slightly, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, using her grip to maintain the contact between them. Then, she leaned forward once more, her mouth closing around the sensitive underside of his head.

"Oh, God, yes!" Harry cried out, gripping the edges of the pool for support as Fleur resumed her oral assault. Her talented tongue swirled around his sensitive glans, sending waves of pleasure cascading through his body.

Fleur looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she gazed upon his trembling form. "Cum for me, Harry," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you again..."

Harry could hold out no longer. The anticipation, the buildup, the erotic sights and sounds surrounding him - everything converged into an unbearable crescendo, and he lost control, his cock twitching rhythmically within Fleur's grasp.

His orgasm hit like a tidal wave crashing over him, sweeping away all rational thought and leaving behind pure bliss. Ropes of white-hot semen spurted forth from his throbbing member, painting streaks across Fleur's eager face and dribbling down her chin.

Panting heavily, Harry collapsed back against the edge of the pool, utterly spent and satisfied. He watched as Fleur licked her lips, savouring the remnants of his essence. Smiling, she released her death grip on his softening shaft, allowing it to slip from her grasp with a final sigh.

A mischievous glint danced in Fleur's eyes as she observed Harry, still reeling from his intense orgasm. Her own excitement had been building steadily, her breath growing short with desire. She longed to feel him inside her, filling her pussy with his rock-hard length until she, too, reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

"Mon cheri, that was just the appetiser," she purred, rising gracefully to her feet. "Now, it's time for the main course."

Without another word, climbed up onto the ledge, straddling Harry's lap. Her perfect tits bounced enticingly before his eyes, their rosy nipples pebbled with need. Between her thighs, her bare sex beckoned invitingly, already dripping with moisture in preparation for what was about to come.

Leaning down, she pressed her soft breasts against his chest, their flesh melding together like warm wax. Her wet lips found his once more, capturing his mouth hungrily.

As they kissed, Harry felt his passion flare back to life, fanned by the flames of Fleur's lust. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, guiding her down onto his aching cock.

Fleur eased herself down onto him, the tip of his manhood brushing against her slick entrance. Slowly, she sank down, enveloping him within her tight sheath. Inch after inch disappeared into her depths, stretching her wide open to accommodate his impressive size.

Harry groaned as she took him in, the sensation of her hot, wet heat enveloping him sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It felt incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Harry gasped as Fleur sank down onto him. "You feel amazing!"

A sultry giggle left her lips, followed by a moan of approval as she bottomed out, finally seating herself fully onto his lap. "And you fill me up so perfectly, mon amour," she whispered huskily.

Her hips began to move, rotating in slow circles as she ground herself against him, teasing every nerve ending with exquisite friction. With each movement, her inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, massaging his thick length mercilessly.

Pressure built deliciously inside Harry's balls, and he knew that soon, he would have no choice but to release himself deep within her waiting womb. But not yet... not yet... he wanted to draw this moment out for as long as possible.

"Ride me, Fleur," he urged, his voice low and guttural. "Show me how much you want me."

In response, Fleur planted a searing kiss upon his lips, their tongues twisting together hungrily. Then, she began to move, rising up onto her knees before slamming her weight back down onto Harry's shaft.

Their bodies collided with a wet slap, the sound echoing through the empty bathroom. Fleur's breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, her nipples dragging enticingly across Harry's chest. Her slick pussy sucked and pulsed around his cock, milking him ruthlessly.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous figure as she rode him, her flawless skin glistening with sweat and water. He reached up to cup her heavy breasts, kneading them gently as she continued to impale herself upon his length.

Before long, her movements grew frantic, fuelled by her escalating arousal. Her thrusts became deeper, harder, more insistent. Her moans turned into sharp cries, punctuated by ragged gasps for air.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out, her French accent growing thicker with every word. "I'm going to cum, Harry! I'm going to cum for you!"

She leaned forward suddenly, her tits pressed against his face, her nipples rasping against his cheeks. Her hair cascaded around them like a golden curtain, shrouding them in intimacy.

Harry's tongue snaked out, tracing the curve of her breast, swirling around her areola before flicking teasingly at her nipple. Fleur shivered with delight, grinding her hips down onto him even harder.

Suddenly, her pussy spasmed violently, and Fleur threw her head back, crying out as her climax tore through her. Her inner walls clenched, squeezing and pulsing around Harry's shaft, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through them both.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fleur chanted, her voice growing weaker with each passing moment. "I can feel you, Harry! I can feel you throbbing inside me, ready to fill me up!"

But still, she didn't stop. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, determined to wring every last ounce of ecstasy from them both. She bucked and writhed above him, fucking herself on his cock with reckless abandon.

Feeling his own orgasm approaching, Harry grabbed hold of Fleur's hips, holding her steady as he plunged upward, driving himself deeper into her quivering pussy. Their bodies met with an audible smack, over and over again, as Harry jackhammered into her relentlessly.

"Fill me up, Harry!" Fleur pleaded, her voice raw with need as he used her. "Claim my Veela pussy as your own! Make me yours!"

With one final, desperate lunge, Harry fulfilled her plea, flooding her womb with his seed. "Take it all, Fleur!" he growled, pumping his load deep within her welcoming warmth. His cock twitched and jerked within her depths, spilling every last drop of his essence into her waiting embrace.

Fleur squealed with delight, her orgasm peaking once more as she felt him pumping his load into her depths. Her inner walls quivered around him, milking him for every last drop, drawing every ounce of pleasure from him.

As their climaxes subsided, they remained locked together, still joined at the hips. Harry could feel Fleur's heart hammering wildly against his chest, matching the rapid beat of his own.

"Wow," Harry breathed, breaking their shared silence. "That was... incredible."

A soft giggle left Fleur's lips as she smiled down at him, her eyes shining bright with satisfaction. "Oui, mon cheri," she agreed. "It certainly was..."

Slowly, reluctantly, she lifted herself off of him, releasing his now-softened cock from her tight embrace. A mixture of their combined releases dripped from her well-used sex, mingling with the water surrounding them.

Harry watched appreciatively as Fleur stood, admiring the way her body glistened in the dappled sunlight filtering through the skylight above. She truly was a vision, a goddess incarnate, and he couldn't believe that she had chosen him to share such an intimate moment with.

As if sensing his thoughts, Fleur gave him a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come on," she urged, taking his hand. "We should wash up and get dressed before anyone finds us."

Together, they stepped beneath the warm spray of the showerhead, letting the soothing waters wash away the evidence of their passionate encounter. As they lathered each other up with scented soap, Harry knew without a doubt that this was only the beginning of something truly magical between them.