Fleur's Yule Ball (Ch. 3 - Yule Ball Love) (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.

He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, adjusting his dress robes and trying to make sure he looked presentable. He had never been one to care much about his appearance, but he found himself wanting to impress tonight.

The night of the Yule Ball had finally arrived, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he prepared himself for the evening ahead. Ever since it was announced, the ball had always been just an afterthought to him, his mind preoccupied with the Triwizard Tournament and the tasks that lay ahead. A part of that was likely because he dreaded the idea of having to ask someone to go with him. Especially considering that the person he originally wanted to go with, Cho Chang, likely had feelings for someone else. But now that he had a date, a date that desired him, and one he had grown fond of in return as well, he was actually looking forward to the ball.

On his left, Ron was tying his own dress robes, eyeing Harry proudly. "I still can't believe you managed to snag a date with that French bird, mate," he said, grinning. "You know, I was half expecting you to go stag."

Harry couldn't help but laugh, rolling his eyes slightly as he finished buttoning his robe. "It wasn't like I had to put much effort in, if I'm being honest," he admitted. "She kind of threw herself at me."

"And here I was worried I'd have to teach you how to work your magic on women!" Ron joked, smirking. Harry laughed again, shaking his head. If there was anyone worse than him at picking up women, it was Ron.

The two of them continued to inspect themselves in the mirror, making sure they looked presentable. Harry had to admit, he looked pretty good. The dress robes were tailored to fit him, accentuating all the right parts of his body, and the emerald green fabric brought out the colour of his eyes. He smiled, feeling a sudden boost of confidence. Fleur was going to be all over him tonight.

Ron, however, was still not done thinking about the fact that Harry had managed to get a date with the French witch. "I still can't believe it," he muttered, shaking his head. "I mean, she's a Veela, isn't she? I've heard stories about them. I bet she's a wild one in the sack."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such a pervert, Ron," he said, rolling his eyes. But secretly, Harry couldn't help but think that Ron was right. She had been willing to drop down to her knees and suck him off in the middle of the hallway just to get him to go with her to the ball, after all. And after Fleur had lured him into the Prefects' Bathroom, they had been fucking like rabbits ever since. Every spare moment they got, every crevice and nook at Hogwarts, Harry had banged her, whether it was against the wall or her hiding beneath the table as she sucking him off during dinner.

"Oh, come on, don't tell me you weren't picturing yourself bending her over and giving it to her hard from behind," Ron said, grinning. "Imagine those curves, man! And her French accent, ooh la la!" Ron continued, in what Harry considered a very bad imitation of Fleur's French accent.

Harry just shook his head, choosing to ignore Ron's antics as he straightened his tie. He adjusted his collar, took one last look in the mirror, and turned to leave the bathroom. "Come on, let's get going. We don't want to be late for our dates, do we?"

Ron grinned, nodding eagerly. "Right behind you, mate!"

As they made their way towards the Great Hall, Harry could already hear the sound of music playing softly in the distance. They walked through the corridors, passing by students who were also heading towards the hall, some dressed more formally than others. Some girls gave Harry curious looks, while others blushed and giggled when they saw him walking past. He didn't pay any attention to them, though; his thoughts only focused on Fleur.

They reached the entrance to the Great Hall, where the Champions and their partners were supposed to meet before entering. They stopped outside the giant door, and Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, grinning widely. "You better save me a dance later, alright?" he said, winking. Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Not a chance, Ron. I'm not sharing her with anyone."

Ron rolled his eyes, playfully punching Harry on the arm. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your night, then," he said, before entering the hall to find his own date.

Harry waited outside for a few moments longer, watching as other couples entered the hall. Finally, he spotted Fleur making her way into the castle, her long silvery-blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. As always, she looked absolutely stunning, wearing a beautiful flowing gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Harry felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight of her, his eyes unconsciously wandering down to take in her exposed cleavage. Damn, he thought, swallowing thickly. She certainly knew how to make an entrance.

Her large deep blue eyes caught sight of him, and she smiled warmly, hurrying over to greet him. Her hands brushed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. Harry closed his eyes, savouring the taste of her lips as they kissed deeply. When they finally broke apart, Harry found himself staring down at her, unable to tear his gaze away from her face. God, she was gorgeous.

"Hey, handsome," she greeted, smiling flirtatiously. "Are you ready for the night of your life?" she whispered seductively, batting her eyelashes at him. Harry swallowed again, trying to keep his cool despite the heat rising within him. It wouldn't do for his pants to tear open before they even entered the hall.

"Always, my lady," Harry responded, bowing slightly. He extended his arm for her to take, leading her over to the other Champions and their dates. The group exchanged pleasantries, talking amongst themselves as they waited for everyone to arrive. But Harry only had eyes for Fleur, admiring the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts beneath her dress. The ball hadn't even started yet, and he was already thinking about how he was going to get her alone.

Finally, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and the Champions and their dates were announced as they entered. The room was decorated beautifully, with floating candles and shimmering lights casting a warm glow over the dance floor. The music was soft and melodic, and the students were all dressed in their finest attire, chatting and laughing as they mingled with one another.

Harry and Fleur took their seats at the Champion's table, overlooking the dance floor and the other tables. They were served a delicious meal, and Harry found himself enjoying the food and the company of his date.

But it seemed that Fleur was set on making him squirm, as she kept finding ways to tease him under the table. Her foot would brush against his leg, her hand would rest on his inner thigh, and whenever she leaned forward in her chair, her ample bosom threatened to spill out of her low-cut dress, causing Harry to choke on whatever he happened to be eating or drinking at the time. She giggled softly every time she saw his reaction, taunting him coquettishly, obviously enjoying the effect she had on him.

In fact, with how randy she always seemed to be he was surprised that she hadn't just dropped to her knees right there and sucked him off under the table. Part of him wished she had, if only so he could quench the ever-growing fire in his loins. Even now, she occasionally reached under the table and brushed her fingers against his length, squeezing him gently, making sure he was constantly hard as a rock. Christ, what he wouldn't give to bend her over here and fuck her senseless...

But eventually, dinner came to an end, and the real fun began. Harry pulled Fleur up onto the dance floor for the opening ballroom dance, wrapping one arm around her waist as they moved to the rhythm of the music. He was vaguely aware of the other students and their partners making their way onto the floor as well, but Harry barely paid any attention to them. All he cared about was the beauty in front of him, those large blue eyes filled with desire, the beguiling smile, the careful curves hidden beneath her form-fitting dress. How did he ever manage to snag a catch like this?

Before long the music changed, slowing down, allowing Harry to pull Fleur closer. His hands slid lower, resting on her ass, and he couldn't help but squeeze it gently, feeling her flesh yield to his touch. Fleur moaned softly, pressing her breasts against his chest and grinding her hips against his erection. Harry couldn't help but groan in response, his cock twitching in his trousers as he felt her nipples harden against his chest.

Fleur giggled against him, looking up at him flirtatiously, her long eyelashes batting flirtatiously. "Someone's excited," she purred, smiling in such a suggestive way that Harry couldn't help but feel himself grow harder in response. The arm she had been resting on his chest slipped downwards until her hand rested directly above where his throbbing member lay trapped behind his zipper. With a sly grin, she squeezed lightly, massaging him through the fabric.

"Fleur..." Harry warned, his voice strained. He was immensely glad that the throng of other dancing students around them made it difficult for anyone to see exactly what they were doing.

"Yes, mon amour?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at him as she continued to rub him. Harry let out a small whimper, biting back a moan as he tried to regain control of himself.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to tear your clothes off right here and make love to you on the dance floor," he said bluntly, watching as her eyes lit up with excitement at the thought. God, why did she have to look so fucking hot when she looked at him like that? It was almost more than he could handle.

"Is that so?" she teased, a wicked glint in her eye. "Then I guess we better find someplace more private, hmm?" She ran her thumb over the fabric of his trousers, tracing the outline of his thick cock. Harry swallowed hard, trying to hold back the flood of desire that was coursing through him. But luckily, Fleur finally gave in. Before he knew it, she had grabbed hold of his wrist and was dragging him away from the crowd, pulling him towards the exit.

They had barely stepped outside the Great Hall when Fleur pinned him against the wall, her hands holding him tightly against her as she kissed him deeply. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, cupping her face and parting her lips with his tongue. Their tongues duelled briefly, entwining and probing each other before Harry broke away from her and reached down, grasping her ass firmly and grinding his swelling shaft into her soft stomach. Fuck, he needed release.

"I can't wait any longer, Fleur," Harry growled, nipping at her neck. "I need you. Now."

She smiled coyly, reaching between them and undoing his belt buckle, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his stiff rod. Harry gasped as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth, stroking him slowly, milking precome from his tip. Then, without warning, she sank to her knees, taking him deep within her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, suckling hungrily on his manhood.

Harry closed his eyes, letting out a low moan as he leaned his head back against the cold stone of Hogwarts. This woman drove him wild; every time she touched him or even spoke to him, he lost all sense of reason. Every single word that left her luscious lips sent shivers running down his spine, causing his balls to tighten painfully. If he didn't get inside her soon, he would explode then and there.

The sound of laughter and chatter drifted out from the Great Hall, reminding them that they weren't alone. Anyone who exited the hall would be able to see them in full view.

And while Fleur didn't seem to have any inhibitions when it came to sex, she also seemed to sense his concern, for she pulled away from his manhood with a wet 'pop', leaving him standing tall and proud in the hallway, dripping with her saliva. With a sly smirk, she stood up and lifted her dress, revealing her bare mound. Had she been going commando this entire time? It seemed like something she would do.

But before Harry could react, she had already grabbed his thick, straining cock and positioned herself over him, impaling herself on his length. Harry groaned loudly as she lowered herself onto him, filling herself up completely. Gripping her ass tightly, he lifted her off the ground, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he began to thrust roughly into her.

Fleur moaned wantonly, bouncing on his dick as she met each thrust with her own. She leaned in to kiss him again, her tongue wrestling with his as she whispered into his ear. "Let's go to my carriage, mon amour. I want you to fuck me on my bed."

Harry grunted in agreement, turning and carrying her by the cheeks of her plump ass down the corridor, his discarded trousers left behind in the middle of the hallway for other students to find. With each step Harry took, he slid in and out of her heavenly pussy, her fluids coating his erection as she writhed in pleasure.

Nobody saw them as they left the castle, too busy dancing with their dates, or snogging them silly. Harry carried her through the snowy grounds, holding her close as he fucked her, a heating charm protecting them both from the cold weather. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the otherwise silent winter night, accompanied by Fleur's soft moans and whimpers.

Fleur met his every step with a thrust of her own, slamming her ass into his pelvis with each lunge. "Faster, Harry," she moaned, her fingernails digging into his back. "Harder."

Harry happily obliged, picking up the pace as he quickened his steps, meeting her thrusts with greater force until they were practically sprinting down the path to her carriage. Fleur's head lolled back, her long silvery-blonde hair cascading down her back as she arched her back, pressing her breasts up into the air. The tops of her breasts jiggled playfully beneath her gown, threatening to spill out of her low-cut dress. He groaned at the sight of her exposed cleavage, hungry for the taste of her gorgeous tits.

With a particularly brutal lunge of his hips, one of her breasts finally popped out of her dress, a perfect pink orb, dripping with sweat from their heated lovemaking. Harry groaned, leaning down to capture it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple while she screamed in delight for the entire castle to hear. Her hot breath washed over him, her nails scraping along his back as he continued to pound into her.

They finally reached her carriage, and Harry threw her down on the bed, tearing off her dress. She lay there, naked and splayed over the bed, her body glistening with sweat and her pussy dripping with her juices. Harry stood there, staring at her perfection for a moment, his gaze travelling from her luscious breasts, past her toned abs, and resting on her plump ass. His eyes were drawn to the curve of her buttocks, wondering if he should partake in the forbidden fruit that was her other hole. After all, rumour had it that Veela orgasmed harder when filled in the ass than any other place.

Fleur seemed to sense his hesitation, for she rolled over onto her hands and knees, pushing her perfect ass up in the air, wiggling it back and forth before Harry's hungry gaze. Harry's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in response, pointing straight at its target. He couldn't resist the temptation, not when she was offering herself up to him like this.

He tore away his shirt, casting it aside as he climbed up onto the bed behind her. He reached forward, petting her firm, round ass cheeks playfully, watching as they rippled beneath his fingers. She moaned softly, pushing herself back into his touch as she purred. "Mmmm... Take me, Harry," she urged in a low voice, her French accent making his balls boil in his sac. "Take my final virginity, claim me fully..."

Harry swallowed hard, letting his gaze fall upon her beautiful rosebud. It called out to him, beckoning him to fill it up with his cum. He had never taken a woman in such a way, and yet now he found himself unable to deny her request. With a wave of his wand, he had oiled her up, coating her tight pucker with a soft, warming lubricant that slid easily into her tight ring.

Reaching between her cheeks, he rubbed small circles against her most private spot, lightly brushing his thumb against her rosebud. At first, she shied away from his touch, blushing wildly as she pressed her face into the mattress. But slowly, she pushed herself back against his touch, letting out soft moans as he massaged her tight ring.

"You're so tight," he muttered, marvelling at how much smaller she was here, how snug she felt as he pushed a finger inside her. He tried to be gentle, tried to ease her into the feeling, but it was difficult when all he wanted to do was ram himself into her. He had to take things slow, ease her into being taken that way for the first time.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, burying her face into the sheets as he slipped another finger inside her. "I feel so full, Harry! I can barely handle you!"

Harry grinned, knowing exactly what she meant. Already, she could hardly contain two fingers; he wondered just how well she would fare once he added his thick, throbbing shaft to the mix.

But luckily, she had already told him about the benefits of being a Veela - she wouldn't need nearly as much preparation as an ordinary witch might have needed, and would quickly stretch to accommodate his size as her Veela body recognised him as her mate. And the final step for that to happen would involve taking that thick club of flesh between his legs, pushing it right in where his fingers rested, deep inside her heavenly virgin ass.

Slipping his fingers free, he took hold of his shaft, guiding it towards her waiting entrance. He listened closely, hearing her needy whimpers intensify as he moved closer, resting the tip of his cock against her anus.

He nudged forward slightly, the bulbous head breaching her defences and slipping past her barrier, just enough to mark the beginning of his claiming. Fleur let out the most whorish moan, the likes of which he'd never heard from her, as a ripping climax engulfed her body. Harry paused, surprised by the sudden surge of pleasure rolling through her. She shook and trembled, the walls of her pussy lips fluttering and grasping at nothing, desperately trying to milk something that wasn't there.

"Don't stop, mon amour," she pleaded, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes as she bucked her hips backwards, forcing more of his length inside her.

With a grunt, Harry dug his feet into the soft mattress, surging forward, feeding inch after inch inside her until she had swallowed the entire length of him. He watched in amazement at the sight of his swollen rod vanishing inside of her, buried up to his balls. Her perfect ass squeezed down on him, clenching and releasing as she worked to get used to having such a thick member in her tiny passage.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, as he grabbed hold of her bubbly cheeks, spreading them apart to open her wider for him. "But don't worry, love, I'll loosen you up soon enough."

And it was true, he could already feel her tight ring starting to relax around him, her body adapting to his size as she recognised him as her rightful owner. Harry shivered with pleasure, feeling her slowly start to milk his cock once again, the walls of her ass relaxing as she pushed herself back onto him. She wanted more, and Harry was more than happy to oblige.

With a wicked grin, he pulled back, sliding almost completely out of her before thrusting back in, filling her up once more. Fleur screamed in delight, throwing her head back as she met each lunge with one of her own, forcing him deeper and harder into her tight rear entrance.

Their bodies slammed together, their skin smacking loudly as they fucked like animals in heat. The bed creaked under their combined weight, the springs squeaking rhythmically as they rutted like wild beasts. Harry drove himself into her over and over, his balls slapping against her wet pussy as he bottomed out inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt.

Just when Harry thought it couldn't get any better, Fleur looked back over her shoulder, her gorgeous blue eyes locked on his. A sly smile played at her lips as she licked them wantonly, giving him a seductive look. "Mon dieu, Harry, I need you to fill me up, please, je t'en prie, fuck my little ass hard... Pleeease!"

Harry growled, pounding into her even harder, using his grip on her plump ass cheeks to pull her back onto his dick, stuffing her full of his girth. Fleur screamed louder, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing throughout the carriage. Harry reached beneath her, playing with her clit, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger as he rubbed small circles over her sensitive spot.

"Oui, oui, yessssss... Like that, Harry, oh please, yes!" Fleur cried out, the ridges of her anal muscles pulsing around his cock as he slammed into her. They were both reaching their peak, working themselves higher and higher as they climbed towards their mutual release.

Harry thrust faster, needing to come. It had been building inside him since he entered her tight ass, rising with every crashing collision of their sweaty bodies. Fleur seemed to sense his growing desire, as she was urging him onwards, milking him even harder with her spasming inner muscles. Finally, she screamed, a desperate cry torn from her throat as she thrashed against him, slamming back onto his thick cock.

"Oh, Merlin, Harry! Yes! YES!" she screamed, her voice shrill and piercing as she came, her pussy spasming wildly as her fluids flooded out of her, soaking the sheets beneath them. Harry felt her inner muscles rippling along his length, the twitching and trembling sending waves of explosive pleasure racing along his cock. His heart leapt in his chest, hammering in time with the furious rutting of their pelvises, driving each other into utter madness.

Harry watched hypnotised as her sweet ass trembled beneath his hands, contracting uncontrollably. He saw her perfection ripple with each thrust, the fleshy mounds of her round ass jiggling wildly before his eyes. He stared intently, unable to take his gaze off her beautiful figure as he pushed her toward yet another release. He was far past the point of no return, his balls drawing up tightly as his orgasm thundered towards its climax, the tight knot of tension in his balls finally breaking apart with an almighty roar.

"Oh fuck, Fleur, I'm going to cum!" Harry shouted, feeling his balls boiling over as he released deep into her bowels, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm.

Fleur cried out, feeling his hot seed fill her up, her body trembling as she came again, her pussy fluttering wildly around nothing. Harry groaned in satisfaction, feeling his cum pump into her, filling her up to the brim as her anal muscles milked him for every last drop.

Exhausted, he pulled out, causing her to whimper as his manhood left her warm embrace. Cum leaked out of her abused hole, running down her thighs as gravity took hold. He watched in amazement as his load trickled out of her, staining the sheets beneath her. She turned onto her side, watching him with lust-filled eyes as he approached her, smiling softly.

He laid down beside her, pulling her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced together, swirling around each other in perfect harmony. "I love you, Fleur," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle.

She smiled, looking down at him lovingly. "And I love you too, mon amour."

Harry held her close, feeling her naked flesh pressed against his own, their bodies entwined together as they embraced. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Harry knew that this was where he belonged - not just here, but with her. As long as he had her by his side, everything would be all right.

Harry was about to drift off to sleep when Fleur suddenly ground her sex against him in a slow, rolling motion. He had practically fucked her into exhaustion, but she still wanted more. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she looked at him with a lustful expression. His cock, which had only just started to go flaccid, immediately sprang back to life under her ministrations.

Fuck, Harry thought, grinning despite his own exhaustion. What have I been getting myself into?

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