The morning before the last task… (Patreon)

Harry had a very strange dream, but it vanished from his head as he felt how his brain gained more and more… awareness?

His nose was filled with scents and his body… his body felt warm and… softness was all around him. He felt someone cling to his back… As if holding on for dear life… or just to him.
Whoever it was, she was soft and had good tits. Then there was someone in front of him, and as he opened his eyes, he felt someone tugging in his member.

The first thing Harry saw, was the most beautiful face he could ever imagine. It was the same face that he had woken up to for the last many months.

Fleur Delacour smiled to him and sent him her radiant and most wonderful smile. Her piercing blue eyes beamed at him with an admiration and a bright shining love that almost got the better of him.

Harry could only smile back at her. He was so infatuated with her.
Since the second task… Fleur had been like a smitten kitten with him. Whenever they met she always greeted him with the same radiant smile, a long lasting kiss, and at every single meal, she treated him with her wonderful company… and every single night… they rocked the night with bed wrecking sex.

Actually… It was an unusual morning.
Since the last task, Fleur had awakened him with one of her magnificent blowjobs. Fleur had explained why it was important for her to do that.

She was incredible. Absolutely incredible.

But this morning… she was looking at him.

That made Harry remember the last night and evening. It had been somewhat of a party. The final task had been set and ready, and therefore a party had been held to congratulate all the tournament participants. Harry and Fleur had danced like a couple all night, and after a good amount of alcohol and dancing, they had retreated to the cooler outdoors for some privacy.
They found a nice bench with some good cover, and here they began to talk.

“This ’Arry… has been the best year of my entire life…” Fleur said. “France will never be the same again… not after I ’ave met you.”

Harry had smiled at her and she had pulled him in for a kiss. She tasted like the sweet french wine they had enjoyed tonight.

She was clearly in the mood, but she somehow felt a little off.

“‘Arry… mon Bien-Aimé… I will not hold back in the final task tomorrow…“

Harry looked at her.

”I love you… and I know you love me… but… Tomorrow… for a while... We will ’ave to set aside our love and instead be competitors again… I ’ope you understand this…“

Harry pulled her in again for another kiss. He understood. She was afraid he would hold anything against her. But this was not the case. For that his love was simply too pure.

“Fleur…” Harry said when their lips finally separated. “I know fully well what lies ahead of us tomorrow. And I am prepared to compete… even with you… I am in it to win… but to tell you the truth… I have already won.“

Fleur tilted her beautiful head to feign confusion.

“You are the true price of the tournament… whatever happens tomorrow… I won…“

Fleur beamed in a smile, and showed her white teeth.

”Then, let’s not waste anymore time on this silly party, Mon Bien-Amié…“

She stood up and pulled Harry to her level.

”Let’s rush to your bed and celebrate your victory…“

She leaned in and whispered in his ears.

“And let’s do it… until we literally pass out…”

And thus they ran… they ran to the Gryffindor common room.
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Now, in the golden light of the morning, the two could only fondly remember their wonderful night.
Harry smiled at Fleur as she smiled back at him.

Harry felt once again something at his back.

He turned his head and saw another golden blonde head near his shoulder.

“It seems you ’ave won more than one Veela as your price, Mon Bien-Amié.“

Harry smiled at Fleur. It was Gabrielle. Her sister. She too had been part of the fun. She had been all year, but she had been even more clingy and sweet since the second task. Just like her sister.

“As I told you… my sister and I share more than our looks… we ’ave the same great taste in lovers.”

Harry smiled and caressed Gabrielles hand.

He looked back at Fleur.

“One more task…” Harry said.

Fleur Nodded.

“One more taso…“ She answered.

How long they stayed in the golden morning light was impossible to say. It could have been hours, or just minutes. But it was truly a magical moment. Another moment that solidified their immense love for one another.

In the end, the stomach always wins, and they had to rise up and go for breakfast…

Yours truly
Hammer