Teaser of Can You Handle a Veela? Chapter 2 (Patreon)

'Can you handle a Veela?' started as a one shot, but in the June Poll, the most votes got Can You Handle a Veela? Chapter 2. So I wrote the second chapter of this ongoing One Shot.

Harry/Fleur/Hermione

Since Fleur wouldn't be in the Charm's class with him, he thought kissing her cheeks would be an appropriate way to say 'bye' until they met again, only for Fleur to close the gap between the two, her lips tasted sweeter than everything he had ever tasted, and the way her tongue explored his mouth as their kiss grew more passionate, he remembered the way her body felt, the heat, and the pleasure from last night and this morning, he couldn't stop and didn't want to stop his hands from going around her waist, feeling her large breasts through the fabric of her dress. Harry was sure he heard someone whistling, but just as they were going too far, someone cleared their throat loud enough for the two of them to pull away quite reluctantly.

Harry almost swallowed thickly from nervousness when Professor McGonagall's hard eyes stared back at him. His face went red from embarrassment, but Fleur didn't seem as embarrassed.

"...Professor...How are you doing?" Harry asked with an idiot grin, earning a giggle from Fluer, who still hugged her body against him, and she didn't seem to be in the mood to go anywhere else.

"Mister Potter, while I'm quite pleased to see you found someone, please, show the rest of us mercy, and next time, try to do this in a more private location or try to be more discreet about it." McGonagall said with a ghost of a smile, showing that she was pleased that Harry wasn't alone anymore, but then she locked eyes with her next target.

"Miss Delacour, I understand your desire to show your... love for Mister Potter but try to show that when there are only two of you. I hope you understand that," McGonagall said with her famous stern look, which always worked to make the whole class fall silent.

"I understand, Professor Minerva," Fleur said with a cheeky smile before grabbing Harry's wrist and dragging him out of the Main Hall.

Minerva sighed with a shake of her head before murmuring melancholy under her breath. 'They grow up so fast,' and left the Main Hall, ready to startle her class with the first years.

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Harry noticed the looks of jealousy he got from many male students, but he didn't care what they thought of him. He didn't understand why so many female students were glaring at Fleur, even girls he had never talked to before, but he decided to ignore them as well. They didn't matter anymore.

But then his mind went back to Hermione, the way she cried, and told him that she was happy for him. He couldn't understand why she would ever cry like that. He had been looking forward to introducing Hermione to Fleur, sure the two would soon become friends, but instead, she had run away crying without explaining anything.

Harry wondered if Hermione didn't like Fleur for some reason, but he quickly stifled the thought; she had never even met his girlfriend. After thinking about it for five more minutes, Harry realized that girls are sometimes way too complicated to understand.

"Arry." He escaped his thoughts, and once he looked around, he realized that he had been there only with his body while his mind had been somewhere else entirely.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying." Harry switched to French, apologizing with a look of embarrassment.

Fleur giggled in amusement, showing off her perfect white teeth, her smile made his knee weak, and as he looked at her beautiful lips, he remembered the way those same lips felt against his lips and against his cock; such a thought made his cock throb in need, and Fleur seemed to have understood this as she kissed his lips.

They were in the middle of a random empty hall; anyone could walk up on them, and he hissed when he felt her soft hand against the bulge on his pants; she smiled at him wickedly as she pulled away.

"Now off you go, you have Charms class," she said dismissively, but the evil smile did not leave her face. If anything, it grew more as she leaned closer, making sure to press her beautiful body against his. Her large breasts felt wonderful, and Harry was sure they would feel better without the annoying dress getting in his way.

"You are an evil woman." Harry groaned, feeling quite uncomfortable. He really wished to find release, but he knew she had a point; he was already a little late, and if they stopped to have fun, he wouldn't be there in time. Right now, a part of him really wished to just ignore the class. He quickly remembered that he had yet to ask Hermione and decided not to wait any longer than he already had.

"You will pay for this, Fleur," Harry said with a deep voice against her ear; she whimpered slightly, enjoying the way he cupped her breast through the dress, his hand overfilling, and her pussy throbbed with need. Still, she was a Veela; she could wait, and once his Charms class was over, she would make sure he satisfied her until she screamed his name for everyone to hear; the mere thought of others hearing them, especially her cousins made her want to cross her legs somehow to satisfy her needing cunt for now.

"Ohh, how will you punish me, Mister Potter? Maybe you will have me on my knees and shove that thick, big cock of yours down my throat and fuck my face, my naughty angel." She whispered seductively, rubbing his hard cock through his pants, her thumb caressing his penis head gently and sometimes adding more pressure, knowing what she needed to do to drive him crazy with lust for her. Harry might have resistance to her allure but she doesn't need that to seduce him.

Harry hissed, trying not to moan. Fleur giggled as she slowly licked his earlobe, making him shudder, and she soon started grinding her body against his; with her other hand, she unzipped his pants and slid them down to his knees, pulling down his underwear, and his cock jumped excitedly in front of her hand, her soft and warm hand quickly resumed the work, working up and down his cock.

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear you." She whispered sensually to his ears, kissing his cheek as her hand moved faster, causing his cock to throb in need.

Harry tried hard not to moan, but he was close to cumming when her hand disappeared...

"Fleur!!" Harry groaned in frustration, it felt quite uncomfortable and a little painful; he felt like someone was squeezing his balls.

"See you later, Arry." She kissed his lips again, and as she walked away, swaying her hips. Harry swore that he would get his revenge.

He was already five minutes late when he entered the Charm class. The Professor took five points from Gryffindor, but Harry paid him little attention as he sat down with Hermione. Usually, when he wasn't present, Ron would sit with her as usual, but this time, he was busy glaring at Harry as if he just insulted his precious Krum or something, and he was sitting with Seamus.

Upon sitting, Harry quickly noticed the redness in her eyes and the way she almost flinched when he sat down next to her. Such a sight felt like a bigger punch in the face than when Ron had called him a liar when he told him that he hadn't entered the Triwizard Tournament. But despite everyone not believing Hermione, she was there for him, to support him, and to see her like this right now.

Harry paid little attention to the Charms class. He usually paid attention, but right now, he wanted to know why Hermione was acting like this, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Hermione," He called her softly, his voice a whisper only for the two of them to hear, but she acted as if she didn't hear him.

While Harry was sure she had heard him, he nudged her shoulder. She felt stiff, and she was repeatedly tapping her foot on the floor.

"Hermione, please tell me what's wrong?" Harry asked sincerely with a sad look on his green eyes. But she did not look back at him; she kept looking at her notebook and didn't look away.

Harry let out a sigh of resignation, knowing she would ignore him. He needed to wait until he could talk with her privately, perhaps in the Library. He was sure that's where she would go after this class since their next class was two hours later.

After what felt like hours of waiting, the class ended. Harry stood up with everyone else, but Hermione quickly gathered her things and bolted out of the class, leaving Harry a little dumbfounded.

"What the hell is happening?" Harry wondered out loud. He tried to follow behind, but she almost ran away from him, leaving Harry behind and confused. He knew there was no point in chasing after her; she knew he wanted to talk with her, and whatever was troubling her, he just needed to wait. He hoped things would get better by tomorrow.

Knowing he had two hours to do nothing, he decided to find Fleur, talk about the upcoming second trial and the golden egg, and later make her pay for leaving him like that.

Fleur

"It screeches like a banshee!" Fleur winced as she covered her ears. Harry quickly closed the golden egg with Loretta sitting on the same stone bench. They were in the Viaduct Courtyard.

The Courtyard was split into two parts: the upper Courtyard, where many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws students spent their time, and the lower Courtyard, which was formed like a square with a big lawn in the middle and a fountain built in the center. A set of stairs on the back and the right side of this Courtyard led to the lower part, which was an oval-shaped lawn with many stone benches for students to rest and enjoy the view before them.

After Harry had left to go to the Charm's class, Fleur had asked her cousin, Loretta, if she knew anything about the golden egg. Still, for the first time in forever, she admitted that she had no idea why the egg was screeching like that, and after fifty minutes of trying to understand it, with no results.

Harry returned, looking a bit saddened. Fleur wanted to ask if he talked with the bushy-haired girl since it was clear she was his dear friend, but with Loretta around, she waited until they were alone to ask that question.

"Yeah, but I feel like I have heard this before." Harry wondered out loud with a slight wince. He felt the need to rub his ears, but his words gained the attention of the two Veelas near him. It just so happened that he was sitting between them, and Fleur alone was making it difficult to focus on anything, and that didn't count Loretta, who was equally as beautiful.

"Wait, you have?" Loretta asked, sounding intrigued, remembering the way he had talked to the dragon during the first trial; while the talking hadn't done much, it had caused the dragon to be less hostile towards Harry for some reason.

"Not quite like this, but Parsel—" He stopped mid-sentence, reminding himself that Parseltongue could be seen as a bad sign from Loretta, but she seemed like she could read his mind somehow.

"I know you can speak Parseltongue." She quickly added, causing the young wizard to look at her, shocked; she giggled slightly at his expression before she continued. "You did that during the second year when you scared off that snake, and then again to open the Chamber of Secrets, and based on Fleur's face. I'm sure you tried that trick on our dear little Fleur." Loretta said teasingly, looking at Fleur before looking back at Harry, making sure to press her breasts into his arms.

Harry gulped slightly from the close contact when he reminded himself what she just said. "Wait, how do you know that?" Harry asked incredulously, looking back at Fleur, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Loretta just knows stuff, Harry. I wouldn't worry too much about that. She knows how to keep secrets." Fleur reassured him with a smile.

Harry still had many questions. He wondered what else she knew about him when he felt something touching his shoulder. For a moment, he thought it was Loretta, but when he turned his head, golden-slit eyes looked back at him. Harry almost flinched when he saw the snake looking at him curiously, its long tongue sliding out of his mouth.

"It's okay. Her name is Esita. Say hi." The snake slithered along Harry's shoulder before resting his head on it. The snake hissed at Harry, but he understood what she said.

"'You are new here. I smell your blood; you smell like a snake. You are quite powerful, young Blood."' The snake hissed more, and Harry wasn't sure he felt comfortable with the words he was hearing from her.

'I'm not a snake, now return back to your owner.' Harry hissed at the snake harshly; he felt the anger growing inside him. To be compared to a snake, remembering the one man responsible for everything terrible that happened in his life.

"'There is no shame in it, young blood."' That was all the snake said before slithering back to Loretta, using her leg to reach the ground, and her body quickly disappeared into the grass.

"Esita is never friendly with anyone else. You make quite a good impression on him." Loretta praised him with a beautiful smile, touching his arm, but Harry wasn't sure that was a compliment, remembering the snake's words.

But Harry decided to forget about the snake and return to the reason they were here. Soon enough, after some more talking, they decided to head to the Library and do research there.

Harry had hoped Hermione would be there, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He figured she was probably in the common room with Ron.

Loretta started searching through books while Harry and Fleur occupied a different table that was placed in the corner of the library, with many bookshelves hiding them. Harry started reading about different languages, thinking he could find out what the egg was screeching about, but as he read, his mind kept going back to Hermione. He couldn't understand why she was so upset, and she refused to talk with him, so deep in thought that Harry was staring at the words written in the book he had opened and not really reading, something Fleur had noticed.

"Arry, what is wrong?" She squeezed his shoulder, comforting him a little.

Harry pressed his lips into a thin, wondering if he should tell her, but then decided to tell her anyway. She was his girlfriend and a good friend. He had told her about Professor Quirrel; he was sure he could tell her about his problems with Hermione.

So, he told her what was troubling him, how Hermione had stuck with him even after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire, and now she suddenly was avoiding him like the plague. After he was done, Fleur gave him a look of sympathy and kindness.

"She's a lucky girl to have someone like you care so much for her, but I think I can help you with this problem."

Harry looked at Fleur with a hint of gratitude and questioning. "How can you help me?"

Fleur smiled seductively, her hand sliding down and resting on his hardening cock. "Don't worry, these are girl problems. Tomorrow morning, she will talk with you again, like nothing ever happened."She reassured him, choosing that moment to slide her hand under his pants.

Harry wanted her to elaborate, but he groaned in pleasure when her soft, warm hand gripped his cock gently, her fingers curling around his shaft; he looked around in alert; while their table was hidden behind a bookshelf, he knew all it would take was for someone to come around, hell, Loretta was five feet away reading a book.

"Fleur, what if someone sees us?" Harry hissed as she toyed with his cock, a hungry look in her eyes; she grabbed his hand and led him behind a bookshelf; with a flicker of her wand, the silence charm was activated.

"Don't worry, only Loretta is around, and I don't think you would have minded her seeing us; perhaps she could join me, and suck your cock with me." She spoke sensually in his ears, his cock throbbed at her words, and she smiled in triumph, knowing the idea sounded appealing to him.

Harry was sure his new girlfriend was just toying with him when she mentioned her beautiful cousin joining in the fun, but all thoughts went away when she kneeled before him, the purple head of his cock right in front of her greedy mouth; she kissed the tip softly, before showering the cock with hot kisses with her sinful lips, she cupped his large balls on her mouth, she sucked softly, earning a groan from Harry. She enjoyed the sounds he was making before trailing her tongue from the base to the purple tip, and if Harry thought that was heaven, she quickly engulfed his tip into her hot, wet mouth.

"Ohh, Fleur!" Harry moaned in pleasure; she grinned at his reaction—a grin of triumph.

Harry groaned when Fleur pulled off the tip of his cock, strands of spit stretching from her lips until it snapped from the tension when Fleur moved her head back, her tongue darting out to lick it off.

"Tell me, Arry. Have you ever thought of Hermione being in this position like me?" Fleur asked sensually as she kissed the tip, but not yet putting him inside her mouth.

Harry was sure he would lose his mind from her teasing; he was on the verge of just grabbing her by the hair and fuck her throat, but he didn't want to do that...yet, he didn't want to do something Fleur might not like. So, he tried to come up with an answer, but he couldn't understand why, in the position she was right now, why now she would ask if he wanted Hermione to suck his dick.

"Fleur, you are more than enough for me." Harry was sure that was the right answer.

Fleur giggled beautifully. "Good answer, but I'm a Veela, Arry. I wouldn't mind having someone join us. Perhaps you want Hermione, she is quite pretty." Harry's cock throbbed in her hands, and she smirked, knowing Harry wouldn't mind Hermione to join them.

"Or maybe, you want Loretta. She's a Half Veela, she can turn your brain into mush with her allure, and she has large breasts to sink your face into." His cock throbbed again, and Harry was angry that his cock was doing all the thinking right now, and Fleur giggled at his flustered face.

"Now, where were we?" She asked as she slowly opened her mouth close to the head of his cock.

She wrapped those perfect, plump lips around his tip, suckling softly while her tongue swirled around.

"Ohhh, Fleur," Harry moaned, his hand resting on Fleur's head, not controlling her...yet. It was nice just to touch her silky hair under his fingertips, the motion of her head underneath his palm as she bobbed on his cock.

She looked up at him again, this time her blue eyes warm, her hands working the base of his cock, wrists twisting around as she laved over his tip.

"Ngh, fuck, feels so fuckin' good, Fleur," Harry breathed, his eyes fluttering as he watched her treat his cock like it was her favorite treat.

The suction was incredible, the warmth of her mouth surrounding his tip, the way her tongue rolled around the rim of his head.

Fleur grew hungry for more, her hands moving back to Harry's hips, forcing him forward so she could swallow his cock down her throat inch by inch, with wet gags and harsh chokes until her pink lips pillowed against his groin.

It was insane that Fleur could take his cock, the length and girth of it, all the way to the hilt.

She winked up at him with her nose pressed against his pubic bone, the breaths from her nose unsettling the hair there.

And then she throated his cock, wet and sloppy as she pulled back to the tip, then swallowed down to the base again and again. Throat muscles tight around his cock, her cheeks hollowed out with suction so intense it sent fire down to Harry's core as she worshiped him.

'GUWACK GUWACK GUWWACK MMMMM SLURRRP.' Saliva poured out of her mouth, down her lips and jaw, frothy and bubbly with a mixture of his precum, too. It would drip down the end of her chin and splatter on the top of her fantastic tits, falling into her cleavage.

Harry's mind buzzed from it all, the sight of Fleur all sloppy. The way her mouth was messy on his cock. The sound of it, so wet as his cock slid down her throat, rhythmic gags that tattooed into his brain.

"Oh fuck, Fleu. I cannot last long like this!!"

Harry could have sworn he felt Fleur's lips curl into a smirk as she bobbed on his cock, switching the tempo and sucking him shallowly, only his tip in her mouth once more. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers while the other pumped his shaft all the way up to her lips, kissing the ring of her index and thumb at the peak of their ascent.

Fleur stopped stroking his cock, only keeping it held up, her mouth still suckling, her tongue lapping against his slit and slurping down his precum.

"Fleurrrrr, fuck me, this is so — fuck!"

Harry nearly jumped back when Fleur's tongue somehow slithered underneath his penis head. Harry stared down in shock as Fleur pulled her head back slightly, showing off her open mouth and the back of her tongue.

"F-Fleur. This is crazy. I don't —" Harry cut himself off with a loud moan, the tip of his cock being massaged by Fleur's perfect tongue, wet and drooling over his tip. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before, sending warmth down to his core, his balls heavy and ready to flood Fleur's mouth full of cum.

Harry's head was light, babbling nonsense and praising Fleur, cussing and whining as she toyed with his cock, and slurped all over his cock.

Her eyes glued to his face, warm blue eyes shining with mirth as she teased and toyed with him until she was satisfied.

"Oh Fleur, Fleur, I'm CLOSE!" Harry warned her.

Fleur hummed from the back of her throat, like a purr, and finally let go of his cock, retracting it with a soft pop. Fleur kept her tongue out; thick, stringy saliva and precum clung to the end, trying to defy gravity before it dripped onto her cleavage.

Fleur's eyes were still on his, her hands sliding back to his hips, puckered lips placing fat, wet smooches on the tip of his cock, making it twitch and smear her lips with precum, keeping them stained and shiny, like it a fresh coat of lip gloss.

She swallowed him to the base, her nose slamming against his pelvis as she made his cock stretch out the depths of her throat.

Until his knees trembled and his thighs shook.

Until tears rolled down her cheeks, clinging to the messy mixture that coated her jaw.

Her lips and tongue, her cheeks and throat, every part of her mouth worshiping his cock until Harry gasped and spilled what seemed like an endless supply of cum down into her stomach. Rope after rope, Fleur slid her head back and pursing her lips around the tip, wet gulps causing suction against his sensitive tip until he was so sensitive he had no choice but to push her off, the last remnants of his cum twitching out and splattering against her neck like a collar, or a necklace, pearly against creamy white skin.

Before Harry could admire the mess he made on her, Fleur opened her mouth and showed him what a real mess was.

His cum was thick in her mouth, and she used her tongue to roll it around, staining against her teeth and gums, before she tilted her head back and swallowed — loud, wet, her throat bobbing with a thick gulp.

Fleur opened her mouth again, running her tongue along the bottom row of her teeth and then sticking it out with an ah, showing off just how well she had swallowed all his cum.

Harry's poor cock twitched until it was hard again, cum and precum sticky around his tip.

"Did you like that, Arry?" Fleur purred, her hands running up and down her torso and tits over the sticky mess he'd made and then circling those stained fingers against her peaked nipples.

"You are amazing, Fleur." Harry said, panting.

"Good—" She said before taking it back into her mouth; this time, she made sure he would cum as soon as possible, and Harry quickly lost the battle.

"Fleur." That was all the warning she got, but she cared not as she engulfed his entire length into her mouth, and the drops of cum turned into a torrent, filling her throat and mouth with his delicious cum.

And his Fleur swallowed every last drop.

After letting go of his cock, he knew he was a little sensitive, so before she could take his cock into her mouth again, he helped her back to her feet; he kissed her lips before worshipping the rest of her body until he reached her beautiful cunt, ready for him, and Harry wasted no time worshipping her cunt with his tongue.

"Ohhh, Arry!!" Fleur moaned, pulling her right leg over his shoulder, pushing his face closer to her delicious cunt.

"OHHHH, OUIIII!" She panted, moaning in pleasure.

This continued on until Fleur screamed his name three times from orgasms; only then did they decide to continue the rest in her room.

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