[BONUS] Applied Education Pt. 3 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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“Many of you may not be aware of this, but the workload of your Professors grows heavier and heavier with each passing year. It has taken time to find a way to alleviate that stress, but something has finally been worked out. While it is unfortunate that we could not have this arranged at the start of the year, the great need for assistance deemed it necessary not to wait until the beginning of the next. I would like you all to welcome Ms. Fleur Delacour back to our school. Many of you probably remember her from last year’s Triwizard Tournament. Now, she will be working here as the assistant to Professors Flitwick and McGonagall.”

Dumbledore pauses and casts a sweeping gaze across the room. It would probably have had more of an effect if he’d been able to hold the rest of the dining hall’s attention for longer than a moment, but with the veela standing up from the end of the staff table, all eyes were on her, rather than him. The Headmaster lets out a tired sigh.

“… I expect you all to show her the same amount of respect that you show your Professors. If you do not, you will answer to me. Though I would certainly NOT sell Ms. Delacour short. Keep in mind that she is a powerful young witch in her own right, and a surviving participant of the first Triwizard Tournament in two hundred years.”

Fleur couldn’t possibly keep the smile off of her face. She did manage to keep it closed lipped though, rather than baring her teeth in a shit-eating grin. But then, she had every reason to be happy, in the end. With Dumbledore’s monologue finished, Fleur nods her head respectfully towards the Headmaster and gives the room a cheery wave. Then, both she and he sit down, and dinner resumes.

Or, it sort of does. Fleur can feel the eyes on her. Half the Student Body is still staring up at the staff table, up at HER even now. The veela preens under that gaze, quite enjoying the admiration and lust, and even the darker emotions that were even now being directed towards her by some of the less moral male students.

Fleur didn’t mind, one bit. She would have to keep her guard up of course, but there was nothing any of them could do to her. She was a powerful young witch, strong beyond measure, and of the student body in Hogwarts, there was only one wizard who could even think to surpass her. He also happened to be the true reason that Fleur was there.

Oh sure, the prestige of being the assistant to the Charms and Transfiguration Professors of Hogwarts would certainly help build her reputation in the scholastic magical community. Fleur had always wanted to be an instructor of some sort, guiding and shaping young minds. A year or even longer at Hogwarts, serving and learning at the feet of greats like Filius Flitwick and Minerva McGonagall would look excellent on her resume. Mm, and Fleur had heard rumors about the Charms Master in particular, specifically his dueling prowess.

The things she could learn… ah, but that wasn’t Fleur’s primary reason for coming to Hogwarts. No, that reason was far more shameful, and perhaps a bit embarrassing. Just as the Triwizard Tournament had been for her, the year before. While those with more experience than her would claim she’d put on a good showing, despite consistently falling behind in the Tournament, Fleur didn’t see it that way. The aged wizards and witches presiding over matters would claim to be impressed that she’d lived at all… but considering none of the competitors had died, that also wasn’t that impressive, in Fleur’s opinion.

Nor would it be impressive to any of the student body of Hogwarts. In point of fact, Dumbledore may have very well put a target on her back, unknowingly of course but there all the same, by reminding the student body of Fleur’s failure the year before. She’d been beaten at every turn, and Krum’s defeat alongside her didn’t truly diminish the humiliation that she’s suffered.

The most powerful students of two of the premiere magical institutions in Europe that WEREN’T Hogwarts, beaten by a fourth year Hogwarts Student. It’d been international news, in the end. But then of course, the tournament was an International event, as irritating as it was. Losing to Harry James Potter had been a humiliating, shameful event at the time. Fleur had wallowed in her own misery for weeks, and none of her family had known how to bring her out of it.

It was her own seclusion and the wandering thoughts that followed that ultimately pulled her out of her funk. When she could finally accept that she did her best, with perhaps a few mistakes here or there along the way, Fleur came to realize that Harry Potter was no normal young wizard. Of course not, given his history and his fame, but even still, the veela had never put much stock into this idea that he’d killed the Dark Lord as a baby.

She still didn’t think much of that, but whatever happened that night, whatever Harry’s parents gave up ending the threat that Voldemort posed once and for all, it seemed to have had an effect on Harry as well. Or perhaps he was simply born that magically powerful, and that was what had drawn Voldemort’s ire in the first place.

Regardless, once Fleur got over herself, she found she was more and more intrigued by the Potter-Black Heir as time went on. More than that, she was attracted to him… and his power. It wasn’t unheard of, but because she was only three-quarters witch, Fleur Delacour did not follow the same rules that the majority of magical humans did. Even with just a quarter veela running through her veins, she was resistant to the thought of simply submitting to the first powerful wizard that had come along. It was why there technically were no ‘part’ veelas. Witches with veela blood like her, didn’t play by the Wizarding World’s rules, much to the chagrin of the old men in charge.

Even still, while Fleur hadn’t initially come to Hogwarts to submit to Harry, she HAD come to seduce him. It had seemed like the perfect plan, using the position that she’d managed to snag up to get close to him and draw him into a web of desire and pleasure. It would allow her to satisfy her curiosity, while also giving her a victory over the boy who had so easily defeated her the year before.

Ah, but the best laid plans of mice and men do not always come to fruition. Fleur had been at Hogwarts for a week at this point, settling in and getting refamiliarized with the place and her upcoming duties before Dumbledore announced her arrival. Some students had seen her walking about, but none had had the confidence to even come close to approaching her.

Even still, Fleur had kept her ears open. She’d listened to what people were saying, specifically about one Harry James Potter. If the rumor mill was to be believed… seducing Harry might be a riskier proposition than originally thought. According to the gossip around the castle, Harry was coming into his own, not just as a wizard as he’d done the year before, but also as a man. More specifically, he was being referred to more and more as a Grade A Stud.

From what Fleur had heard, the young wizard had already claimed two unattached Professors, as well as two witches, his own age. The latter wasn’t that surprising, though the fact that they were apparently the brightest of their year was certainly illuminating. However, the fact that Harry had pulled two teachers into his budding harem, ensnaring them with his magic when up to this point they’d clearly been powerful enough witches to remain unattached for decades…

It spoke to something more. Fleur was no fool. She had been a bit… reckless during the Triwizard Tournament, but the veela liked to think she’d learned from that. Harry James Potter wasn’t just a powerful young wizard worth wrapping around her finger. He might very well be the next Albus Dumbledore… but with a far greater desire to form a harem, and with his own Dark Lord dealt with far earlier than the man, he’d have plenty of time to do so.

As a witch, Fleur knew that powerful wizards cultivated harems all the time. Dumbledore was an odd duck in that way, with rumors of him and McGonagall having that sort of relationship, but nothing else. It was clear to Fleur that Harry was NOT following in the aged wizard’s footsteps. The boy would build a harem, and he would likely grow it until he was inevitably satisfied.

As a veela however, Fleur had her pride to consider. It had been time immemorial since any wizard, no matter how powerful, claimed a veela for their harem. The magical species had certainly bred with wizards plenty of times, but even Fleur’s mother and grandmother had not joined harems. They’d married her father and grandfather and they’d ensnared those wizards in much the same way Fleur had been considering ensnaring Harry.

There was only one thing to do at this point. Fleur intended to test Harry and see if he was the one who would break that long streak of failure. Would he be the first wizard in centuries to claim a veela for his own? Fleur bit her lower lip, nibbling on it as she played with her food, unknowingly (or perhaps knowingly) drawing the attention of more than half the male students in the dining hall, and several female students as well.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to her question to be. Did she want Harry to succeed? Did she want to submit after all? No… she still had her pride as a veela to consider, she couldn’t just give in before the test even began. If Harry succeeded, it would be on his own merits. Fleur wasn’t going to hold back.

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Even with such determination, Fleur was still feeling a bit of inner turmoil the next day when she finally decided to put her plan into action. Transfiguration with the Gryffindors and Slytherins… the class itself was coming to an end and while most of the boys from both houses had spent much of the class leering at her, the few times she’d met Harry’s eyes, the young man had seemed more considering than anything else.

Of course, with Daphne Greengrass and Hermione Granger on either side of him, clearly vying for his attention, it was clear that Harry had a lot on his plate already. And yet… and yet he was still considering it. As Fleur had suspected, the young man simply couldn’t be satisfied with what he’d gathered up so far. There would be more. And she might just be among them.

With a “class dismissed” from Professor McGonagall, everyone has headed out. In truth, Harry and his two lovely witches are the last ones to leave the room, allowing Fleur to approach them without anyone around, what with Minerva busying herself near the front of the room.

“Harry. I need to speak with you.”

Fleur’s French accent is of course unmistakable, and though it is probably cruel to do so, she can’t help but enjoy the way both Daphne and Hermione stiffen, knowing who’s behind them even with their backs turned to her. Harry, by comparison, remains completely calm as he turns around at the same time as the two witches, a casual smile on his face. Before he can say a word however, Hermione and Daphne step in.

“And what could you want with Harry?”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t be wasting his time, he has a lot to get done.”

Its clear that there’s no real bite to either witch’s words. They’re all bark. Yapping, really. But Fleur isn’t surprised, nor does she necessarily blame them. The veela is very self-aware, and that means understanding why most witches would be more than a little insecure around a beautiful woman such as herself. Still, that doesn’t mean their little childish antics don’t amuse her. Fleur’s gaze slides easily between the two frowning girls, but before she can take them to task, Harry does it for her.

Both Hermione and Daphne gasp and blush in embarrassment as Harry gives them each a swift swat to their rear.

“Go on ahead girls. I’ll meet up with you later… promise.”

The two young witches exchange a look with one another, but its clear that neither is willing to disobey Harry. He’s already got them completely under his control, and Fleur can’t help but be a tad impressed. She’d be even more impressed if it was those Professors he was said to have tamed, but regardless, she’s a little wet at Harry’s show of power, even as Hermione and Daphne squirm for a moment longer before leaving without their precious wizard to drape themselves over.

Neither is happy about it… but neither is willing to go against Harry in the end. That certainly works in Fleur’s favor. With them out of the way, and McGonagall still quite far out of earshot, Fleur smiles as she steps a little closer to Harry, her much more developed, much more womanly body on display through her tight form of dress as she gazes at him appreciatively. Her French accent once again shines through when Fleur bows her head slightly in respect, before speaking her mind.

“Harry… I would challenge you to a duel, tonight. I have heard interesting things about a special room on the Seventh Floor. We will initiate combat there, if you are amenable.”

For the first time, it seems she’s actually surprised the young man. Mildly at best, but Harry is still surprised nonetheless as he lifts his eyebrows and presses his lips tightly together.

“A duel? Have I done something to offend you, Fleur?”

Smiling, the beautiful veela shakes her head back and forth, her silvery-blonde hair bouncing slightly in time with her motions.

“No Harry, you have not. However, a duel is customary if a wizard seeks to claim a veela like he would a witch. We are not so submissive as your female counterparts. Tell me Harry, would you like to claim a veela?”

Fleur preens a little under Harry’s intrigued gaze, and with such a blatant, open invitation, the powerful young wizard finally leers at her in the way the other boys had… except there’s more in his gaze. This is not the lustful yearning of a virgin child, this is the hungry desire of a man who gets what he wants, and who knows what he is entitled to.

“… Perhaps I do.”

And yet, even now he could be circumspect. Harry had always been immune to Fleur’s allure though, so the veela isn’t surprised when he looks at her without much more than appraisal and a hint of desire, the hungry look washed away for the time being. Fleur bites her lower lip, nibbling on it for a moment before smiling wickedly.

“Mm, then we will duel, and we shall see who the victor is between us. I must warn you though, Harry Potter. It has been a very, VERY long time since any wizard has managed to lay claim to a veela through submission and conquest. I do not truly know if you are up to the task. I have grown in the last year. Was your showing at the Triwizard Tournament a fluke? I can only hope not, I suppose. I would so hate to be disappointed by the heir to the Potter and Black Houses.”

This time, only one of Harry’s eyebrows climbs up his forehead as she mercilessly teases him, questioning every ounce of him. As Fleur expects, Harry is not the kind of wizard who allows his pride to be bruised without recompense. Though she certainly ISN’T expecting his reaction, when the young man simply holds up a hand and without a word or a wand, rips her panties off of her body from beneath her knee-length skirt, summoning them to his hand.

The veela’s eyes go wide as her wet pussy lips are quite suddenly exposed to a cool breeze present in the classroom, and her legs buckle slightly from the show of force, magical as it was. Harry just smirks and crumples her torn panties into a ball, before slipping them into his pocket. Then, he’s the one stepping forward, closing the last bit of distance before them as he invades her personal space.

“I’ll be taking these until tonight. We’ll have to see if you can earn them back. I’m not sure if you’re… up to the task.”

And then he’s gone. Fleur’s legs are still shaking when Harry walks out the door of the classroom, and she has an atomic blush on her face, even as her lips press together in a thin line. She’ll need to spend some time before the duel taking care of the heat between her thighs if she’s going to give anything close to a proper showing. It wouldn’t do to collapse partway through, or, Merlin forbid, before then even begun.

Turning away from the door, Fleur opens her mouth to ask Minerva for the rest of the day off, only to freeze when she finds the older, more mature witch watching her with a small, knowing smile on her face. The veela instantly realizes the Transfiguration Mistress saw everything. She might even have heard everything, if she’d used one of the many subtle eavesdropping spells that a witch of her experience and caliber no doubt knew.

“Go.”

The simple word, filled with such amusement and understanding… Fleur blushes even harder as she hurries from the room, filled with embarrassment. Did Minerva see herself in Fleur? Did she duel her mentor all those years before, when she was still a young witch? Did she lose and submit to him, a-and… and- No, Fleur couldn’t think like that!

Fleur wasn’t going to lose this duel. She wasn’t Minerva McGonagall, the blood of veela ran through her veins and she was stronger than that! She was… she was stronger than that.

Right?

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Arriving on Hogwarts’ Seventh Floor, Fleur walks back and forth three times as she was instructed, imagining a room perfect for dueling. The door to the magical room appears on her third pass, and she steps inside to find Harry waiting for her, much to her chagrin and surprise. Was the wizard TRYING to show her up, or was he just naturally that good?

Either way, Fleur can’t help but grit her teeth as Harry floats there in the middle of the room, looking like he’s meditating or something. When she enters, one of his eyes cracks open and he smiles slightly, before slowly descending for a landing.

“Ah, good. You’re here. I was beginning to wonder…”

Fleur growls at that and steps out into the center of the room, a dueling arena if she’d ever seen one. Letting her wand drop from its holster into her waiting hand, the veela points the magical focus in Harry’s direction.

“I do hope you are ready to begin Harry. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Chuckling darkly, Harry pulls his own wand out and adopts a rather lazy stance. Despite that, Fleur actually feels a small sliver of fear. He’d ripped her panties from her body silently, without a wand in sight. If that was his magical strength without the focusing tool, what was his strength WITH one? Licking her lips, Fleur slowly edges the circle. Harry does the same, amusement dancing in his eyes and on his face as his lips curl upwards slightly.

And then, without any warning, not so much as a twitch in his countenance, Harry begins to cast, and Fleur’s eyes go wide as she rushes to defend herself. The ‘duel’ if it can even be called that, is more akin to a slaughter than a fair fight. They don’t so much as battle, as Harry stomps her in every way. Fleur goes all out, but almost immediately she knows she’s outclassed. Her spells bounce off of shields, both magical and physical, and it takes her every ounce of her agility and strength to dodge some of the crackling, blistering magic that Harry sends her way.

Harry had relied on raw talent and pure magical power during the Triwizard Tournament, and he’d still won every challenge, standing above both Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum in every way by the end. But now, unbeknownst to the pressured veela, Harry had spent the summer in the care of his godfather, a wily and resourceful wizard in his own right, if not quite as powerful as Harry. Under Sirius’ tutelage, the young man had grown in leaps and bounds. Fleur doesn’t stand a chance. She never did.

Even knowing she’s completely outclassed, it still takes Fleur a while to realize the duel is only continuing because Harry wants it to. He’s toying with her, and it’s not so much that she’s dodging his magic by the skin of her teeth, but more than he’s ALLOWING her to dodge him. No, more… she’s not managing to dodge him at all, he’s simply aiming at her in such a way that her spectacular female form takes absolutely no damage, while her clothes get more and more cut up, until finally, Fleur falls to her knees in exhaustion, most of her body on full display as Harry stands over her, amusement on his face.

“I… I lose. You’ve won, Harry. You’ve beaten me.”

The tip of his wand presses against the underside of her chin as he forces her to look up into his vibrant green eyes, a blush coloring Fleur’s cheeks. She doesn’t fear him… she knows he won’t hurt her, instinctively almost. But the possessive, appreciative gaze she finds looking down at her turns her on more than she’d have thought possible.

“And what does that mean, Ms. Delacour?”

A shudder runs through Fleur’s body and she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. Only a moment though, before she opens them again, licking her lips as she stares up at Harry in complete and utter submission.

“It means… it means I submit. I’m yours, Harry. You can do whatever you want with me now. I won’t fight you. I CAN’T fight you.”

Harry’s smile widens into a grin, even as his eyes trail up and down her half-exposed body.

“Then why are you still calling me by my name?”

Another shudder, as Fleur bites her lower lip, her pussy growing all the wetter at the insinuation. Dropping her eyes for a moment, the veela looks like quite the contrite little slut, as her fingers curl in her lap.

“I… apologize, Master.”

“That’s better. Now than, slut. Tell me, what should a kind and loving Master do with his new veela pet? After all, as you told me, no wizard has conquered a veela in hundreds of years. How should I treat my darling little magical creature, hm?”

Blushing at the dehumanization and degradation of herself, Fleur can’t help but squirm in anticipation and trepidation both. She’s fought all her life to be recognized as a person… but at the same time, she’s fought against herself on that front as well. And with Harry… with her new Master, she can finally let go, can’t she? Licking her lips, the blonde looks up into Harry’s eyes and tells the young man the truth.

“M-Master… your v-veela slut has always had a… b-bondage fetish. I would love nothing more than for you to make use of me as you please… my body is yours. My everything is yours.”

A chuckle leaves Harry’s lips, and he finally pulls his wand back from her chin.

“Well, how can I possibly say no to an invitation like that?”

He twirls that very same wand, and Fleur’s eyes go wide as a moment later, her torn and shredded clothing seems to come alive. Only then does Fleur realize that what she’d thought were haphazard, random cuts to her garments were in fact FAR more intentional than she’d ever imagined. The remains of her clothing twines and coils on itself, and within mere moments, its become silken rope, binding her up in such a way that she could never escape.

Fleur’s wand falls from nerveless fingers to the floor of the dueling room, even as she herself finds herself suspended from the ceiling, attached there by Harry’s magic. With her arms pulled behind her back and her legs bent at the knee and spread wide open, Fleur is completely and utterly exposed as Harry walks around her, enjoying the view. Her torn and shredded garments no longer cover an ounce of her more private areas, her sizable breasts on full display and her sopping wet cunt dripping onto the floor right then and there.

“Well now. Isn’t this a pleasant sight.”

Harry’s wand comes down on her cunt lips, but rather than feeling like a thin stick, it strikes with the force of a paddle. Fleur’s eyes go wide, and she squeals in a mixture of pleasure and pleasurable pain, her bound body shaking and shuddering in midair. She’s already sweaty from the exertion of their duel, but as Harry continues to lay magical smacks across her exposed flesh with his hand, Fleur can’t help but twist this way and that, at times moving INTO the blows, and at others, instinctively moving away.

It feels good. It hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt. Fleur moans wantonly as Harry plays with her, toying with her body to his heart’s content.

“The great Fleur Delacour. The Jewel of Beauxbatons. Should I have expected more from you? I must confess… I didn’t.”

His casual verbal degradation sets Fleur off even more. When he paddles her bottom next, the veela can’t hold it in anymore. She squeals and squirts on the spot, shaking and shuddering as her pussy juices splatter across the floor beneath her. Harry just laughs and continues on, a smack here, a degrading comment there. Fleur has never been more humiliated in her life, but she’s also never been more aroused.

Only a wizard like Harry could have tamed her. And now that she’s found him, Fleur realizes she’s not truly as different from any other witch as she originally thought. In the end, Harry was the only one for her… and now here he is, making use of his veela pet however he liked. Fleur enjoys herself immensely, right up until the point where she realizes that Harry isn’t… moving things along, so to speak.

He’s been toying with and paddling her body for a good thirty minutes when Fleur begins to whine.

“M-Master… p-please…”

Harry stops and comes around to her front, grabbing a fistful of her silvery-blonde hair and dragging it up as he lifts an eyebrow.

“What was that, pet?”

Biting her lower lip to contain the whimper, Fleur squirms in his grasp, knowing what he wants now. It’s obvious, if she thinks about it.

“Please… please fuck me?”

Harry’s second eyebrow lifts to join the first, and he smiles wickedly.

“That sounded more like a question than a request, slut.”

Blushing deeply, Fleur musters her strength and practically bellows out the ‘request’ Harry wants from her.

“Please Master! Please fuck your worthless little slut-toy to your heart’s content! Plow me senseless, pound me until I’m a mewling mess at your feet! Use me, abuse me, just please FUCK ME!!!”

By the time she’s done, she’s breathing heavily, and her chest is heaving from the exertion. Harry looks somewhat impressed, and when he lets go of her hair and moves to stand behind her swaying, hanging form, Fleur can only hang her head and let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Harry’s hands grab at her hips, and the veela moans as she finally gets to feel her master’s thick, throbbing prick up against her dripping pussy lips.

Harry pauses for a moment, rubbing his cockhead up and down her sopping slit to gather the wetness he finds there, but before Fleur can beg some more, the powerful wizard thrusts in, and the veela’s eyes go wide as her jaw drops open from the sudden sensation of several thick inches of man meat buried deep in her cunt. She’d technically been a virgin, not that Harry would know unless she told him. She’d have to tell him later though, because right now Fleur is beside herself from the pleasure.

There was no hymen to break through, no ‘purity’ for Harry to claim. Fleur came from a rich family, and horseback riding was one of many hobbies that young well-off girls like Fleur partook in. And when she’d gotten older, fucking herself with thick, vibrating dildos had ALSO been a ‘hobby’ that Fleur partook in. Even still, this was Fleur’s first real cock. And it was magnificent. The veela’s eyes roll back in her head when Harry begins to piston in and out of her, and her tongue lulls out of her mouth to slide this way and that along her lips.

It feels so good… soooo goooood. Fleur moans and cries out in equal amounts as Harry grips her by her hips, her ass, even the silk ropes binding her. Whatever catches his fancy, he grabs and pulls as he drags her back and forth along his cock, using her cunt as nothing more than a sleeve for his massive member. Thrusting into Fleur’s tight, hot pussy over and over again fills the young wizard with glee and pleasure, and he begins to move faster and faster as he fucks her suspended form.

His cockhead batters down the entrance to her womb in no time, and even that most sacred of places is not safe from Harry’s onslaught as he fills it to the brim with dick meat, before pulling out only to do it all over again. Fleur is in heaven. There’s no other way to describe the euphoric, ecstatic bliss that overcomes the beautiful veela as she shrieks and screams her praises to her Master and his cock for all to hear.

Whether anyone can actually hear them, up on the seventh floor of the castle, is up for debate. In that moment though, Fleur couldn’t have cared less about being found out. The humiliation and embarrassment of being publicly exposed in such a way would certainly be immense… but the satisfaction of knowing every male in Hogwarts would be jealous of her Master, while every female in Hogwarts would be jealous of HER, would be even greater.

Fleur Delacour doesn’t do ANYTHING by half. If she’s going to be Harry’s obedient little veela pet, she’s going to do an amazing fucking job of it. Not that she can do much of anything but swing and act as Harry’s tight cocksleeve at the moment. But damn it, she does her best at that too! Harry fucks her and fucks her and then fucks her some more, and Fleur moans wantonly all the while, as she cums along his cock time and time again.

Eventually though, her inner walls milk him of his seed. Harry grunts and the veela cries out as one last explosive orgasm rushes through her shaking, spasming form in response to his white, hot cum pumping directly into her needy, fertile womb. She was almost certainly pregnant, right then and there. Perhaps her subconscious had played a trick on her because Fleur had approached Harry at the worst time of the month. Or perhaps it was the best…

Regardless, the child that she would no doubt be carrying for her Master in the coming months was just that… in the coming months. For now, Fleur focused on the present, even as Harry releases her from her bindings and lets her fall to the floor, to her hands and knees at his feet. She doesn’t stand up of course. Instead Fleur reaches out and guides Harry’s messy cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping and lapping at the mammoth-sized member that her Master was sporting until it was fully clean of their combined juices.

In the meantime, she can feel things attaching to her nipples and clit. Fleur doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, but when she’s done, she does pull back to look down at the nipple clamps and the clit clamp on her exposed body, and the shining, shimmering thin chain hanging between all three.

Harry grins as he reaches down and tugs at it. Not only does it pull at her nipples and clit, it also shocks her with just a bit of magic. HIS magic. Fleur’s eyes go wide, and she shudders as she cums on the spot, her master’s magic having far more significance than any other’s would, than any normal shock would either.

The collar and leash come next, and Fleur happily moves her hair out of the way, doing it up in a bun with practiced movements as Harry collars her right then and there, truly marking her as his pet, his property. It feels good, to be so casually dominated, so lazily controlled. She was never going to be able to stand up to the magnificent man that now held her leash, both literally and figuratively. It’d been silly for her to even try… but Fleur had to admit that the humiliation and degradation she’d suffered as Harry showed the veela her place had been superb, all the same.

When he puts on the blindfold, the silvery-blonde French witch becomes a bit more confused, her brow furrowing beneath the tight fabric completely blinding her. It was no doubt magical, as everything Harry did was. Even still…

“We’re going for a walk, pet. That sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

The question is rhetorical, but quite suddenly, Fleur understands the purpose of the blindfold. She shudders at the idea, surprised at how immensely arousing it is. Sure, she’d just been contemplating the thought of her new submissive relationship with Harry being public, but that had just been a thought, a fantasy.

Quite abruptly, it was becoming fantasy, and the naked veela can’t help but mewl quietly as Harry pulls her from the Room of Requirement and out into the castle proper. At the very least, there were paintings all around them that could no doubt see her, unless she was quiet enough not to wake them. THAT was quite difficult however, because as her master walked and she crawled beside him, the chain attached to her nipple and clit clamps swayed and shifted beneath her… and even the slightest tug could set off the magical shock enchanted into the clamps themselves.

Needless to say, Fleur left quite the trail of womanly fluids behind her as they went for their jaunty little stroll through the castle. She kept herself as quiet as she could, all while Harry spoke in a casual, calm tone, constantly deriding her and continuing the verbal degradation he’d began back in the Room of Requirement. The humiliation he was putting her through, the insults he was laying on her… it only served to make Fleur all the more aroused.

Eventually, the veela settled into a constant state of euphoria. Pleasure washed over her alongside Harry’s words, and while she grew all the more excited at the thought of being discovered, she never truly feared it, not at that point. She was Harry’s plaything, his veela pet… and if the whole world knew it, it wouldn’t have mattered. Fleur was right where she belonged, on her hands and knees, at her master’s side.

They have a few close calls here and there with both Prefects and the Caretaker, Filch. But nothing happens in the end, as Harry manages to avoid them all with ease, time and time again. Fleur hears their voices, her ears straining towards the noises as she listens to them approach… and yet, every time, there’s no discovery. No moment of complete and utter shock at the sight of Harry Potter, naked and erect, with the new Assistant Professor also naked, collared and leashed on her hands and knees beside him.

The thought of discovery still carries Fleur through a multitude of orgasms of course, and by the time Harry stops and suddenly pulls her to her feet, she’s barely able to stand, let alone walk. Luckily, that’s not what her master intends for her. Before Fleur even fully understands what’s happening, the powerful young wizard has her in his arms. He impales her on his cock as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His hands grip her fat ass, and Harry starts to bounce her up and down on his dick right then and there.

Fleur completely loses the fight with keeping her voice down at that point. Luckily, they’re well away from Filch and the patrolling Prefects as they enter the deserted, empty Great Hall with the silvery-blonde veela squealing and shrieking at the top of her lungs in ecstasy, every single bounce on Harry’s cock activating the immensely pleasurable shocks enchanted into the clamps on her nipples and clit.

She cums again and again and again, until eventually Harry reaches the front of the Great Hall, where the staff’s dais sits. He takes a step up towards said dais, and Fleur climaxes yet again. Every step Harry takes up those stairs is another orgasm for the fucked silly veela, and even though its only five in the end, it feels like a thousand to Fleur, as Harry finally comes to a stop in front of the staff table, holding her on his cock but no longer fucking her.

A whine leaves Fleur’s throat. It’s crazy to think that after all this pleasure, she’d still want more, but it’s the truth. Fleur doesn’t know if she’ll ever be satisfied again. Harry has broken her, turned her into some sort of… some sort of…

“Tell me Fleur, what do you think your little sister and your mother would think of how swiftly you turned into a two-bit whore on my cock?”

Y-Yes! That was it… he’d turned her into a whorish little SLUT! Fleur can’t help but moan wantonly at the ‘two-bit whore’ crack, more turned on by that then worried by the rest of Harry’s question. Gabrielle… their mother. While her little sister was only a year younger than her, and just as enamored with Harry as Fleur was, in the end the veela was selfish. She didn’t want to share. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t told Gabrielle of her plans. She certainly hadn’t told their mother, Apolline.

Whatever would they think of her? Fleur considers for a moment… and then realizes that the answer is obvious.

“I don’t… mm, I don’t care, Master. I c-could, oooh, care less what they think of me, of what I’ve, mm, become. T-They should be… so lucky to be part of your harem, Master~ N-No one… not even a veela, could ever deny you, could ever, hah, deny your aura.”

“Oh? Aura?”

Fleur bobs her head up and down as she nibbles at her lower lip, the blindfold still leaving her in the dark, quite literally. Except… not really, because of one amazing thing.

“Y-Yes! I can… I can feel it, sense it, even now Master! You’re so bright… like a beacon in the darkness. Your magic washes over me, caresses me… controls me. I love it. I love the feel of your pure, raw power at the nape of my neck, reminding me of my place!”

Harry laughs at that, and then reaches up to remove her blindfold. Fleur’s eyes open up and she blinks as the young wizard lays her back on the staff table, right between two other women. Looking side to side, Fleur is expecting Hermione and Daphne, or perhaps the two Professors she’d heard Harry had tamed. What she ISN’T expecting is her mother and her sister, both bound and gagged as they lay there, flushed with arousal and moaning quietly.

Then she looks up, and finds herself staring at herself, at her and her mother and her sister, all laid out before Harry. Her female family members had been watching every last second of Fleur’s humiliation, of her submission, through a scrying spell. They’d seen EVERYTHING. With a shudder, Fleur looks into her master’s eyes.

“M-Master?”

Grinning, Harry steps in between her spread legs, his cock slipping inside of her ready-and-waiting cunt right then and there. Even as he begins to fuck her atop the staff table, his hands reach out and he plays with her mother and her sister, groping and kneading their tits, much to their satisfaction.

“Do you like my pets? Mm, I must confess, the charade was fun to keep up. I suppose you thought you kept your intentions hidden, from both your mother and dear Gabrielle?”

Fleur’s eyes widen slightly, and she glances to both in shock. Neither are paying her any mind of course, focused on the pleasure Harry is bringing their aroused bodies instead.

“Well, you didn’t. The two of them knew your plans, as well as your reasons for coming to Hogwarts, from the moment you broke the news at the dinner table. Each of them came to me, separately, for very different reasons. The effect seems to be the same, doesn’t it? I wonder, Apolline… have you changed your mind about what you want me to do with your daughters?”

With a casual wave of his hand, the gag leaves the mature veela’s mouth, and Apolline Delacour shudders as she happily betrays her husband, right then and there.

“Y-Yessss… I was… mm, I was wrong. I see that now. Do it… Master. Claim us, claim the whole Delacour set for your pleasure.”

Fleur stares at her mother in shock, even as Harry grins wickedly and gives Apolline’s tit another squeeze.

“That I will… though I have to ask, are you lactating?”

The older veela blushes deeply as she bites her lower lip and nods.

“Mature veela, especially ones who have already mothered children, are prone to lactation when aroused, Master…”

That gets a wide, wicked grin from Harry, as a considering look crosses his face.

“How… intriguing. That brings to mind all sorts of filthy ideas. But first…”

Another wave of his hand and Gabrielle’s gag comes out next. The beautiful veela, only a year younger than her shell-shocked sister, immediately answers Harry’s unspoken question, before he can even get the words out.

“Y-Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes! Please Master, please take me and make it official! Make me your hot little veela pet, right alongside my slut of a sister!”

Chuckling darkly, Harry pulls his hands back off of their tits and waves both at the same time. In a moment, both Apolline and Gabrielle are as naked and exposed as Fleur, as well as unbound.

“Very well then. Girls… why don’t you show your mother how much you appreciate her bringing you into this world. Those knockers of hers are getting rather large. Go ahead and drink your fill.”

Fleur and Gabrielle both blush scarlet at the obscene command, and the two young veelas exchange a glance, before they move to obey in unison. Crawling to either side of Apolline as the older veela stretches out, two heads of silvery-blonde hair descend as Fleur and Gabrielle latch onto their mother’s nipples, one apiece, and begin to suck.

Listening to them drink Apolline’s milk as the woman moans wantonly from the sensation, Harry grins wickedly. Then, he steps forward and spreads the mature veela’s legs apart, taking in the sight of her dripping wet cunt. She certainly wasn’t virginal, given the evidence on either side of her, but that didn’t phase Harry, not even one bit.

Ever since the Delacour Matriarch had let slip that veela didn’t submit to wizards like normal witches did, ever since she’d demanded that he stay away from her daughters… ever since she’d told him that he couldn’t possibly expect to break hundreds of years of tradition without consequences… Harry had been REALLY looking forward to this.

His cock buries itself in Apolline Delacour’s cunt in one smooth motion, and the veela mother cries out as her insides clench down along every last inch of his length. He burrows in and slams up against her cervix, only to bust through in that very first thrust, much to her shock and surprised pleasure. An explosive orgasm wracks the older veela’s body immediately, but it doesn’t manage to dislodge her thirsty daughters as they hang on, drinking their fill as Harry had commanded.

Grinning ferally at the sight of pure debauchery before him, the powerful young wizard begins to fuck the Delacour Matriarch right there atop the Hogwarts Staff Table. Dumbledore’s chair is actually right behind the woman’s head as he rails into her with all his might, but Harry couldn’t have cared less. In fact, desecrating the staff table is its own special kind of pleasure as he enjoys sticking it to the old man who he blamed for several of the things wrong with his life.

While he suspected the old fool meant well, living in a cupboard under the stairs for much of his life when he hadn’t truly had to didn’t go far in endearing Harry to the man. Dumbledore wasn’t evil… he was simply negligent, in more ways than one. Leaving Harry with magic-hating muggles was the first strike. Assuming Sirius’ guilt and not doing his due diligence in investigating the deaths of Harry’s parents was the second.

And the final strike was almost certainly the way Dumbledore had tried to block the magical adoption of Harry BY Sirius over the summer, so that the man could officially declare his godson as his heir. Luckily, the interference had failed. Harry would never live with the Dursley’s, ever again… and now that he knew just how the Wizarding World worked, the powerful young wizard was going to immensely enjoy himself, all while getting the pettiest of revenges on the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Fucking a beautiful, voluptuous veela right atop the table where the man usually ate was simply one of those. And Apolline certainly enjoyed it, Harry could tell that much. The buxom blonde moaned wantonly as Harry fucked her senseless, and her hands curled into the hair of each of her daughters as she ground their faces into her tits. It was clear that the veela was sensitive there, and it was also clear that both Fleur and Gabrielle either had a thing for their mother, or a taste for their mother’s milk.

The two young beauties drink and drink and drink some more as Harry plows their mother senseless, and Apolline absolutely loses herself in the pleasure, already hopelessly turned on from the viewing of her eldest daughter getting completely and utterly dominated, while her youngest lay next to her, bound and gagged and watching the same thing. It was humiliating, for them to be brought so low as a family. The Delacours had long been Matriarchal, even if the men of the household had had important jobs in the Wizarding Governments.

Now though, Apolline doubted that even HER mother, if she was still alive, could have truly resisted Harry’s aura. It was as Fleur said. The powerful young wizard was practically spraying his magical juices everywhere, a nice great big sign that drew in even the most independent of creatures… such as veela. Submitting as she was… it may not have been a ‘done’ thing, just as she’d tried to condescendingly tell Harry before… but it felt RIGHT, and that was enough for Apolline at that point.

In truth, the older veela had simply reached the point where she wanted Harry’s big fat cock inside of her, and now that it was, Apolline knew she’d never give it up again. Her cunt walls tighten and grip and squeeze at her master’s shaft as she cries out and orgasms along his dick time and time again, until finally, Harry lets out a grunt of his own, and begins to fill her with his seed, pumping a thick, magically-infused load of cum into her womb.

The experience ruins Apolline both permanently and temporarily. In that moment, the veela matriarch knows there’s no coming back from this. She’s going to continue to betray her husband for Harry James Potter, a young man less than half her age. She’s going to allow him to do as he likes her with and her family, and she’s not going to fight him for even a moment.

Temporarily, Apolline loses all sense after that epiphany, as one last explosive orgasm hits her. Harry pulls out just as she’s squealing, her grips on her daughters’ heads tightening for just a moment before she lets go entirely, her arms flopping back over her head as her eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She passes out like that, with a truly fucked silly expression on her face, not a care in the world.

Fleur and Gabrielle pull back from their mother’s saliva-covered tits, the lower halves of their faces drenched in creamy white milk as they stare at the wrecked expression on Apolline’s face, and then at each other. When they turn in unison to look at Harry, the young man simply lifts an eyebrow, his lips curled in wry amusement. Fleur immediately bows her head and lets out a sigh.

“Go ahead… little sister.”

Gabrielle’s eyes widen in surprise at her older sibling’s easy capitulation, but then she realizes the truth. If Fleur thought she had even a chance of stealing Harry’s attention away in that moment, the veela would have taken it. As it was, Harry wasn’t the kind of man to have a short attention span like that. He also wasn’t the kind of wizard to be needlessly cruel. He was a kind, caring sort, and Gabrielle wouldn’t have been nearly as attracted to him as she was if he WASN’T.

As it was, Harry would not have played with Fleur again without first satisfying the last untouched veela in the room. Gabrielle didn’t need to fight anyone for anything at this point… because she was going last. And in truth, the young veela found she didn’t mind that all too much. Crawling away from her mother, Gabrielle lays prone as she reaches out and grabs Harry’s… her master’s cock. She licks her lips, and then she licks his dick tip, slurping at his member as she cleans it of her mother’s pussy juices and the remnants of his release.

Watching Fleur get what was coming to her, all while knowing her mother was learning a very valuable lesson about tradition and the need to sometimes let it fall to the wayside right beside her had lit a blazing inferno in Gabrielle’s core. The young veela was hot to trot as the Yankees would say, ready and eager to be Harry’s pliant little fuck pet, just like he’d turned her sister into.

Of course, where Fleur had had delusions of superiority, no doubt pushed upon her by their prideful, short-sighted mother, Gabrielle had known this moment was coming from the day that Harry had dragged her from the lake the year before. As soon as they’d broken the surface, the stasis magic had broken and she’d come alive with a shriek, flailing about in his arms.

And yet, even still the powerful young wizard had not only kept a grip on her, keeping her from drowning, he’d remained calm and level-headed enough to push back the merfolk who had followed them almost the entire way to the surface, simply because he’d taken more than just HIS ‘treasure’. As Gabrielle had calmed down, that was the sight she’d gotten an up close and personal view of. Harry James Potter, conquering wizard hero, saving her life.

Needless to say, the youngest of the three veela that Harry now had jonesing for his cock had never even considered trying to seduce or control the wizard. She’d known from that moment to this moment just how things would go. It was why she’d betrayed both her sister and her mother to the young man, in the end. And now she was reaping her just rewards~

Slurping at Harry’s dick, Gabrielle moans at the taste, nuzzling his throbbing, hot man meat with her face. Her new master watches on in amusement, one of his hands petting her hair quite casually, even as Gabrielle licks and laps and sucks at his dick to her heart’s content. It’s clear that Harry is letting her go at her own pace here. She IS still a virgin… but that doesn’t mean much, as she’s lived the same privileged life that her sister has. Regardless, while Gabrielle appreciates the wizard’s thoughtfulness, it isn’t what she wants from him.

Licking her lips, the silvery-blonde veela finally pulls back from his cock, giving it a couple more pumps with her slender, feminine fingers before she pulls back and levels a pout in Harry’s direction, knelt atop the staff table as she is, the dimly lit Great Hall an empty massive space all around them.

“Master~ Don’t you like me?”

Lifting an eyebrow at her impish attitude, Harry rakes his gaze up and down her naked body.

“There’s certainly quite a lot to like.”

Gabrielle grins wickedly, and then hops down off of the staff table, before racing away through the Great Hall.

“Then catch me if you can!”

For a moment, Harry is more bemused than anything else. And then he’s chasing after the naked veela, even as Fleur watches on, both embarrassed by her little sister’s antics, and a bit put out that she hadn’t thought of something similar. But no, she’d had to challenge Harry to a duel, like the idiot she was. Pouting, Fleur doesn’t let her chagrin stop her from touching herself to the sight before her as Harry proves himself just as physically fit as he is magically.

Gabrielle laughs and giggles as she tries to stay just out of her master’s reach. But it’s not easy. Harry is fast, and she’s gotten his blood pumping now. The first time he catches her, he pins her to the nearest surface and shoves his cock right up her cunt. A moan leaves the veela’s lips as she almost immediately orgasms from the first fucking of a real dick that she’s ever had, but even with that in consideration, Gabrielle slips away as soon as Harry tries to settle into a rhythm, his guard down as she slumps down and then out from between his legs.

“Going to have to try better than that, Master~”

A growl is all she gets in answer, and the next time he catches up to her, a bit quicker than the first, Gabrielle takes that big fat dick of his right up her cunt once again. And yet, once again she’s able to get free of him, her pussy too wet and his cock too slick for him to pin her down for long, at least once he starts really trying to fuck her. This little game of cat and mouse continues for a while, and Gabrielle knows that Harry is actually letting her get away most of the time, more amused by her antics than anything else.

She also knows when the game is over, as he bends her over the staff table right beside her passed out mother and masturbating sister, and then shoves his messy, lubed up cock right up her tight little back door. Gabrielle’s eyes go wide as things come full circle and they end up right back where it all began. Harry’s massive cock impales her virgin ass, and the young veela shrieks in surprise and delight as he fills her with every last inch of his dick, burrowing in bit by bit until he’s sheathed inside of her. Every move forward is more pleasure for the girl, as Gabrielle learns just what kind slut she is. She’s an anal slut… her master’s hot little butt slut, loving it up her tight little ass.

When the wizard is finally buried inside of her pert posterior, he leans over her, holding her down by her hair as he gropes at her ass with his free hand. His hot breath ghosts across Gabrielle’s ear and she mewls pathetically, even as she listens to his deep, husky voice.

“Done running now, slut?”

Biting her lower lip, Gabrielle doesn’t trust herself to speak. She slowly nods her head as best she can, drawing a chuckle from her master’s lips as he leans back and sets himself to the task of plowing her ass.

“I suppose we finally figured out how to keep you in one place, hm? Perhaps I’ll just impale your ass on a rod and leave you somewhere until I need you next. You’ll be too busy cumming your brains out to escape, you slut.”

Gabrielle continues to nod her head as she moans in agreement with Harry’s words. He fucks her ass with every last inch of his thick, massive cock, and she takes it like the good little sex pet she is. Like they all are. The young veela absolutely loves the fact that he’s conquered her sister and her mother as well. Where Fleur was jealous that her family members would be monopolizing Harry’s time, Gabrielle was ecstatic to be able to share this with the most important people in her life.

There would be no disapproving attitude from their mother either, not now that the woman was in the same boat as them! It was all going according to plan. Harry’s plan of course, Gabrielle had contributed here and there, but in the end, she’d mostly been along for the ride… just like she still was, even now. Harry’s plan, Harry’s ride… and all she had to do was moan and cry out and serve him to the best of her abilities as he took what he wanted from her body.

Gabrielle cums again and again onto the underside of the staff table as Harry fucks her ass over it. Her pussy juices spray out of her cunt and all over the floor of the dais that the staff usually eats on. All three veela have left their sexual fluids all over the staff table at this point though, and Harry’s cum has its own spot, pooling out of Apolline’s mewling quim, right where Dumbledore would probably want to eat the following morning.

Even when Gabrielle’s clenching butt muscles finally milk Harry of yet another release, the young man isn’t done with them. He pulls out of her ass at the last second and paints her back with his seed, but Fleur is still cognizant enough to notice his erection, even after he’d finished with her little sister. The veela jumps at the chance to service her new master again, and once she’s passed out, Apolline is ready and raring to go.

The three veela actually give Harry the closest thing to a run for his money he’s had since he started collecting witching, but even they eventually fall to his cock, all of them too exhausted to continue. Harry doesn’t mind that though, and he gets all of them into bed in Fleur’s personal quarters before the night ends and the day comes. He doesn’t bother to clean up the mess on the staff table though, even if he easily could. Harry is more than happy to leave that for breakfast.

-x-X-x-

Her Master was a cruel, beast of a man. Oh, Fleur didn’t really fault Harry for leaving the product of his coupling with her and her mother and sister all over the staff table in the Great Hall. It was amusing, watching the staff go through a range of emotions over the whole situation. There was anger and shock and embarrassment… but there was also a small amount of fear. It was a challenge, in a way. A challenge to Dumbledore’s authority and his power. The amount of sexual fluids spoke to an orgy, but when it was determined that there was only semen from one male at the scene… well…

This would be the point where Harry would probably challenge Dumbledore to a duel right there in the Great Hall if he was after that sort of thing. But Fleur had a better understanding of her new Master at this point. He wasn’t trying to usurp Dumbledore or anything like that. She didn’t doubt he could if he wanted to, and she’d have loved to see the entirety of the Wizarding World accept the new paradigm.

In the end though, Fleur was more upset that she was forced to sit there and smell it more than anything else. They’d vanished the actual mess itself, but the scent still lingered in the air, held there by Harry’s magic, which also lingered. Not even Dumbledore had been able to get rid of it, which made it all the hotter as Fleur squirmed, her nostrils flaring and her cheeks aflame.

She could see Professors Sinistra and Vector were the same way, and she pegged them as the two teachers that Harry was said to have under his control. In the end, when they both stood up as one and stepped down from the staff table, over to where Harry was eating breakfast at the Gryffindor table, Fleur could only watch in wide eyed shock at their sheer audacity, as the women spoke quietly to the young wizard.

Harry listened and then nodded casually, before swallowing what was in his mouth and standing up. He leaves the food behind and follows the Professors out, while Hermione stares after them with intense jealousy, left behind at the table as well. Daphne, meanwhile, has the same look of intense jealousy on her face as she sits at the Slytherin table.

The rest of the hall is filled with rumors, and the female students in particular begin to gossip almost as soon as the trio is through the massive double doors. The male students are more focused on Fleur at this point though of course, even as the veela ignores them to engage in a bit of jealous staring of her own.

Only to realize, quite belatedly, that she didn’t NEED to stare jealously like Hermione and Daphne. While those two cuties might have been stuck in the Great Hall, given that they were students… Fleur was most definitely not a student. And she also had something else up on the ‘competition’, as it was. Hopping up from her seat, much to the surprise of most of the Staff Table (not McGonagall though, the old bint had a knowing look in HER eye) Fleur hurries from the Great Hall, drawing many an eye as she practically flounces out.

She catches up with Harry and his two lovely Professors just down the hall, grinning wide as she sees that his hands are already cupping their asses, and both older witches are leaning into his sides like a pair of dressed-up bimbo whores, rather than the educators that they were supposed to be.

“Harry! Harry~”

The trio stop and turn towards her as Fleur runs up. Both Professors glare at her, frowns on their faces. Fleur suspects they can sense Harry’s magic, entangled as it is with her own now. She can certainly sense it from them. Smirking easily, the veela keeps her eyes on Harry though, only on him.

“Harry… would you care to bring your friends back to my quarters?”

She sees the young wizard’s eyes light up in understanding. At this time of day? It was likely that her mother and sister were still lounging in her private rooms, mooching off of the hospitality of Hogwarts’ House Elves and Kitchens, having a lay in and a lazy morning. Harry COULD have two beautiful Professors, if he wanted… OR he could have his Professors, and his pet veelas, all at once.

After a moment of consideration, Harry grins and nods his head to his veela slut.

“Lead the way.”

Sinistra and Vector whine, but quiet down quickly enough when Harry swats their backsides in a reminder of just who’s in charge. Meanwhile, Fleur’s grin stretches from ear to ear as she does just as her master has told her, spinning back around and leading him and his delightful witch toys all the way to her quarters. She might not get to mold herself to Harry’s side as he wraps an arm around her like they do, but she certainly makes the most of being in front of the trio, shaking and swaying her hips every step of the way as she sashays over to the private rooms she’s been given as a Hogwarts Staff Member.

When they arrive, everyone except for Harry and Fleur are surprised. Gabrielle and Apolline stare at Sinistra and Vector, while the Hogwarts Professors stare right back. Fleur takes advantage of the momentary shock and giggles as she falls into a crouch right in front of her beloved master, pulling Harry’s robes apart and looking up into his smirking face as she takes his hardening cock in between her lips.

The others realize only belatedly that Fleur has managed to monopolize the dick that they all so desperately crave, and the whining and groaning noises that come from behind her as she loses herself in sucking Harry’s cock are music to the veela’s ears. She lets her eyes drift shut and simply enjoys the moment.

She’s finally where she belongs.