Dueling Hearts Ch. 18 (Patreon)

Bellatrix walked into Lily's quarters early in the morning, right before breakfast, carrying a bottle of some very expensive red wine.

“Hey, red, I've had this one for years. Apparently its on the fancier side.”

Lily grabbed the bottle from her, inspecting the label.

“Oh, wow! This is Flamel's wine!”

“It's good?”

“It's the best.” Lily insisted.

Bellatrix shrugged. “I won it in a Friday Night Dueling card a few years ago. They made a big deal of it at the time, I shoved it in my cupboard and forgot about it.”

Lily shook her head. “The Flamels have been making wine for centuries! Nicholas Flamel founded the winery back in the fifteenth century and his descendants have been continuing his legacy ever since.” Lily sighed, pulling the bottle up against her chest. “To think, what the world would have lost if Mr. Flamel had listened to his father and gone into Alchemy instead.”

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that whole drinking problem wasn't a real thing?”

Lily flushed, carefully placing the bottle on her table. “I just like wine, Bellatrix. Either way. This will work wonderfully for Monday.”

Bella grinned. “I'm sure it will. We'll get those two nice and tipsy, listen to that program on the wireless and set them straight.”

Lily nodded along. “We just have to make sure they don't notice when you go off and make the floo call.”

“That won't be a problem. You know how subtle I can be.”

“How did it go with Angelina, by the way?”

Bellatrix smirked. “Oh, it went swimmingly. That girl's ass makes for the most comfortable foothold.” Her smile fell slightly. “She did seem a bit conflicted the next day. I haven't been able to get her alone and talk to her.”

“That'll be our first order of coven business, once we set Harry and Daphne straight.”

Lily then cracked a wide grin. “Wanna see something? In my room?”

Bellatrix glanced at the clock. “We don't exactly have much time, do we?”

The redhead rolled her eyes. “Not that. Come on, you won't believe it.”

Bella followed Lily into her quarters, doubtful that whatever Lily was going to show her was that impressive.

Her jaw fell open when she saw it. It was in a magically sealed glass box, with a certificate of authenticity pinned to the back.

She started hyperventilating.

“T-T-That's… that's…”

“The bean flavored bean.” Lily finished for her, holding it up.

“How the fuck did you get that, Potter? I've been hunting that thing all over for years. My sister's limp dicked husband has one, but he's a prick who won't let me have it out of spite.”

Lily forgot that, as distant as Bellatrix was with her family, she would definitely know about her brother-in-law having the rarest bean in the world.

“It's a long story.” she said, not sure how much of it she could even tell Bella, due to the oath she'd sworn.

“I guess you can tell me later. After dinner, we are synchronizing our collections. Then we can send some of the duplicates to get rated!”

The two women ended up missing breakfast as they fell into a deep discussion of how exactly they were going to handle their now shared collection of every flavored beans.

…

"I can't believe he's actually hanging out with them." Daphne said as they all glanced at the Slytherin table.

Ron was jabbering away at a clearly irritated Malfoy, who looked on in disgust as Ron tried to speak with a mouthful of food, little bits of mashed potato flying every which way. Ron was also gesticulating wildly with his hands, and Pansy Parkinson let out a little yelp when his hand brushed roughly up against her chest.

"Maybe Ron's being a trojan horse. He's definitely making Malfoy uncomfortable." Harry suggested,

Everyone rolled their eyes. "My brother doesn't have the mental capacity for that." Ginny said.

"I mean, it doesn't really matter if he's doing it on purpose, it's definitely working." Blaise said with a snort as Ron patted Draco on the back hard enough to make the boy lurch forward halfway to his plate.

"Daph, Blaise, we should try to make it to the greenhouses on time." Tracey stood up, giving Ginny a quick peck on the lips.

Harry held onto Daphne's arm as she also began to rise. "Wait, but there's still plenty of time!" He pouted, trying to nudge his girlfriend back down to her seat.

"Sprout's been on our case lately, ever since she found out Tracey was throwing away her chocolate frog wrappers in her flowerpots." Daphne shot her brunette friend a glare, who had the decency to blush in embarrassment. Blaise and Daphne gave their respective Gryffindors goodbye kisses before the three Slytherins hurried off towards the greenhouses.

Harry and Hermione had History of Magic first, which to Harry looked mighty skippable. He informed a disgruntled Hermione as such, who had witnessed him do it enough times to let him go off with just a glare and a reprimand about being doomed to repeat things or something.

Joke was on her. He wasn't repeating History of Magic, not when the twins were selling the answer key to the final for just ten sickles! Best of all, Binns was so clueless, you could actually just take the test with the answer key next to you and he wouldn't notice.

As he walked aimlessly through the halls, keeping an eye out for Filch, Harry realized that for the first time, he had no idea what to do with his free time.

Daphne and Angelina were in class. Lily and Bellatrix were teaching. In previous years, he would have practiced his dueling technique and read up on curses, but he got plenty of that now with Bellatrix. Not just that, his mentor had warned him about overtraining, saying his body and magic needed rest, especially following heavy exertion. And last night had been the definition of heavy exertion.

So Harry walked, not really paying attention where he was going, until he bumped shoulders with someone.

Harry's apology died on his lips as he came face to face with the ugly, hook-nosed Headmaster, who shot him a venomous snarl.

"Just like your father, walking around this school as if you own it." Snape spat.

"You knew my father?" Harry asked in bewilderment as the greasy haired man swept his robes dramatically before stalking off after one final sneer.

Harry looked after him in confusion before he turned around to find the girl that had been occupying his thoughts recently.

Fleur was there in the same sleeveless attire that she'd worn during their duel. Her posture was stiff, and the hardness in her eyes made Harry think he'd walked in on the tail end of a discussion between her and her headmaster.

"Hey there." Harry said awkwardly, raising his hand up in a weak wave.

Fleur scoffed, bumping his shoulder as she walked past him. Harry glanced over his shoulder before letting out a short sigh. He shouldn't have expected things to go any other way.

He raised his head to continue walking when he saw Mrs. Norris' head peek around the corner, which meant Filch was only a few steps behind.

A Filch who had been on a rampage ever since he'd been snubbed by the Art Project.

Harry turned tail and ran, catching up very quickly to a now visibly irritated Fleur.

"What do you want?" She hissed.

"The caretaker is right behind me, he's going to hang me by my ankles if he catches me." Harry whispered, trying to keep a casual pace next to her, though he realized his Hogwarts robes would draw Filch's attention regardless.

"Is that man not a squib?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So?" She asked incredulously. She stopped immediately and pulled out her wand. "I could use my repulsion, but I would like to illustrate how much of an idiot you are." She waved her wand, and Harry felt foreign magic enveloping them.

Realization hit him as he stayed put and Mrs. Norris walked right on past them a few seconds later, a grumbling Filch not far behind.

Filch was a squib! A simple notice-me-not charm was the equivalent of using an invisibility cloak when it came to him.

"Wow… I uh… feel pretty dumb." Harry rubbed the back of his head, realizing he had an easy out all those times he'd been running away from the caretaker. His only solace was that every other Hogwarts student in the past thirty years had been equally as stupid.

Fleur scoffed once more. "And to think I lost to you,"

Their eyes met once more, and Harry couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. Fleur squirmed under his gaze, and Harry searched for anything that would allow him to stay in the girl's company.

"You accent, were you putting it on?"

"What?"

"You had a heavy accent at first, then it went away. Was it all an act?"

Fleur paused, biting her lip as if debating on whether to continue the conversation or just tell him to piss off.

She raised her left arm, showing him a tattoo of a spiraling tower on her left wrist. "Not all of my tattoos need to be activated. This one is always on, it helps me learn new languages, the more immersed I am in them, the quicker I learn."

"So at that moment, the language finally clicked completely." Harry said in awe.

She nodded, lowering her arm, "I must go, my Headmaster is not very happy after hearing of my defeat. He wishes for me to train."

"You did well, all things considered." Harry said.

"I had a great advantage and still lost."

"Well, you aren't really into dueling, are you? It's not a passion or even a hobby."

"What does it matter to you? Shouldn't you be gloating about your victory?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm interested in you,"

"Interested? Does your girlfriend know of this interest?"

"As you saw, Daphne is interested too." Harry said boldly.

He wouldn't just come out and mention the coven thing outright. Not yet, at least. Even with Angelina after the night they'd had with Bellatrix, he wasn't sure how to broach the subject with her. Angelina actually seemed to be acting a little bit guilty when he saw her around, since in her mind she'd caused him to cheat on Daphne.

It was something they'd have to figure out. If that meeting on Monday finally brought the coven into fruition, they would need to figure out how to best approach Angie about it.

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "She didn't seem too keen on me at the end."

"You did bring that on yourself."

"I stand by what I said, I could pleasure her much better than you can."

Harry grinned, "And I'll be happy to prove you wrong."

He stopped on his tracks as he passed by an open doorway.

It was an abandoned classroom that someone had converted into a lounge of sorts. There were couches, tables, chairs and a cabinet full of different board games.

There were many of these scattered around the castle. Some enterprising student had begun setting them up to allow for inter-house friend groups to hang out, and the generations of students afterwards had maintained them.

"After you." Harry stood aside and waved her into the room. Fleur shot him a sidelong glance. "Why would I want to go in there? I need to train."

"From what you said earlier, I know you don't really enjoy dueling. So, what exactly do you do for fun?"

Fleur shook her head as if he'd asked a ridiculous question. "I have never had time for fun. I have always been driven by my goal."

"What is your goal?"

"I have already achieved it."

"So you do have time for fun, then."

She made to speak but snapped her mouth shut. They were in the room with the door closed when she finally came up with a reply. "I don't see the need for such silly things."

"You said you had a goal, and that you achieved it. Now that you've achieved it, what's next?" Harry kept on pushing as he searched through the cabinet, rifling through the beaten up boxes of both muggle and magical games.

"That is why I am here." She said, her eyes turning somber. "I thought that I would feel liberated, once I completed my task. But I find myself… empty."

Harry turned around, a Wizard's Chess board in his hands. He placed the board on a table, pulling up a chair and gesturing for her to join him. "You know you're just making yourself more intriguing with every word, right?"

"There is no intrigue in my past, only darkness and tragedy."

That just made her even more intriguing, but Harry decided not to push the subject.

"Regardless, maybe you'll find meaning in a game of chess."

Fleur sat opposite him, but she still looked skeptical. "I do not play games."

"You've never played chess?"

"As a lesson in strategy."

"What if there are stakes involved?" Harry asked.

"Like what?"

Harry considered it for a second before snapping his fingers. "Every piece either of us loses, we gotta take off an article of clothing."

"Very subtle way to try to get me naked."

"Do you agree to the terms or not?"

Fleur put a finger to her chin in contemplation, "There should be another reward for the winner of the game, should there not?"

Harry shrugged. "Sure, if I win, you tell me your story. The whole thing."

If he expected her to become hesitant, she instead got a smirk on her face. "Alright, if I win, you must bring me one of your girlfriend's panties, recently used."

Harry blanched, and it was Fleur's turn to shoot him a challenging look. "Do you agree to the terms or not?"

Harry grit his teeth and held his hand out defiantly. "Let's do it."

Fleur smiled predatorily as she took his hand in hers. They shook, with Harry trying to ignore just how soft her skin felt against his own.

"You can be white." She told him, and Harry had to gulp as he wondered if he'd made a grave mistake.

He had, in fact, made a grave mistake.

Harry was completely naked, while Fleur was in her black bra and knickers, but the boy was in a much worse position than her.

He was losing the chess match badly. He'd never really been that good at chess, and Fleur had clearly been trained well in it, seeing as all Harry had been able to capture were pawns and he was already down to a rook and two knights.

It didn't help that he had a premier view of Fleur's sexy, tattoo covered body. Fleur's figure was ridiculous. A slim waist with not an ounce of excess fat separated shapely hips and full breasts that were almost as large as Bella's, and Harry had an inkling that they wouldn't have an inch of sag to them if her bra were to be removed.

The tattoos that covered almost every single inch of her skin only added to her sensuality, with a variety of colors and art styles making her body the sexiest canvas he'd ever seen.

Harry captured a bishop and he whooped triumphantly, only to deflate when Fleur immediately took his last rook while putting him in check.

"Fuck!" Harry groaned as he saw the position he was in.

"First things first." Fleur said. The girl's arrogance had returned in force as she'd slowly been overwhelming him. Her hands went to her chest and Harry's mouth watered, figuring he'd at least get to see her breasts.

But Fleur didn't take her bra off, instead her hands trailed down her body. Harry's eyes followed the tantalizing movement as her hand slid down perfectly smooth skin, going from a tattoo of a thestral on her ribcage to a death's-head moth to a bright pink gem on her belly button.

She hooked her fingers around the waistband of her panties and Harry's mouth ran dry as Fleur slid the garment down her legs.

There was a multicolored mandala in the shape of a flower tattooed on her pubic mound. Below that, there was bare skin and the most perfect little pussy he'd ever seen.

Harry was speechless. His eyes burned as he was sure that he couldn't look away from this sight even if he'd wanted to.

Fleur grinned wolfishly as she parted her lips, giving him a wonderful view of her soft pink flesh. "Well, it's your turn, isn't it, Harry?"

Harry shook his head, having completely forgotten himself for a moment. Fleur was rubbing her lips with her wand, running the bone-white wood languidly around the inner corners of her cunt.

"I-I don't have any more clothing." Harry stammered.

"We'll have to figure something else out then. Can you think of anything?" She asked as her wand continued to circle around her rapidly moistening pussy.

"I can definitely think of something."

"Beg me for it." Fleur ordered as she propped both legs up on the table, fully exposing her burning cunt.

Harry was fighting an internal battle, never one to relinquish dominance, but also feeling a desperate need to taste Fleur's succulent little pussy.

Fleur was relishing in the pained expression on Harry's face. She might not have been able to best him in physical combat, but she would yet make him submit.

"I'm sorry. But I can't beg." Harry stood abruptly, knocking his remaining pieces over in the process.

Fleur's vision was instantly assaulted by the thick, bobbing cock that had been partially blocked from view until now.

Her pussy, which had been lightly tingling until now, went haywire as she saw that monster slowly approaching.

She blamed that cock for why she lost her control of the situation, and why she didn't try to fight back when Harry lifted her up from her seat with surprising, bordering on freakish strength. She felt herself being manhandled as Harry spun her upside down.

She could have refused to suck his cock, but how could she when the thing smacked her in the face, assaulting her with his musk. Fleur opened her mouth and took him down her throat, her veela heritage more than making up for her lack of experience, allowing her to instinctively know just how to take the thick slab of meat down her gullet.

She moaned as she felt his eager mouth on her cunt, his tongue lapping at her pussy and extracting indescribable pleasure from from her.

Fleur had spent all her life denying her veela nature, denying her sexual urges. Her urges had come out in full force encountering Harry and Daphne, and now she understood why many veela lost themselves in a sea of hedonistic pleasure.

It felt so damn good.

Fleur took his shaft as far down her throat as it would go, being only a few inches off from reaching the base. Her throat vibrated, massaging his length and causing a twitch of his cock that sent a spurt of precum down her waiting throat.

Then Harry grunted, and he began to move.

Or more accurately, he jackhammered his cock down her throat.

Fleur could do nothing but gurgle as her throat was violated. Harry's assault on her pussy intensified as well, and she felt shame as she could feel the swell of an orgasm approaching.

She let out a frustrated growl that translated into a distorted wave around Harry's cock. She could not let him win this. She was a veela for magic's sake!

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to push away the pleasure coursing through her as Harry feasted on her dripping peach. It didn't work, not fully at least, but it was enough for her to concentrate on the cock down her throat.

She didn't consciously know what to do, but she knew that if she let her allure go completely, it would guide her.

A veela's allure was a two way street. When they cut it loose, it made men mindless drones, but it also made the veelas themselves turn into almost feral creatures. It was just a step away from transforming into their avian forms.

Harry was struggling. He felt like a man who'd been wandering the desert for days and had finally stumbled upon an oasis.

He drank and drank from Fleur's honeypot, yet it only made him thirstier for more. He was experienced enough that he knew just what to do to make a girl cum, but with Fleur, that had gone completely out of the window. The moment his lips clamped down on her pussy, it was like her pussy was the one telling him where to lick. His lips and tongue were following a never-ending trail of sweet nectar, leaving him craving for more.

Was he about to become addicted to Fleur's pussy?

Then he felt her allure unleash. He'd been easily able to overcome it before, but now it was like someone had cranked the heat up in a steam room.

He stumbled when Fleur's throat was suddenly doing…something. Something indescribable, something that made his knees wobble.

There was nowhere for them to lay down. Except for the table.

Harry didn't think it through too much. He was barely capable of thinking as is between the endless supply of honey he was lapping from the silkiest pussy he'd ever felt and the absolute destruction Fleur's throat and tongue had wrought on his cock.

Harry stumbled backward, felt the table against his leg, hoped it was sturdy enough, and fell back into it.

He felt a sharp pain as chess pieces dug into his back, but that was quickly put into the backburner as Fleur's throat pulsed, it did something that made his cock tremble in pleasure.

He was about to burst.

He clamped his mouth down on her pussy and just let his tongue go wild, throwing any thoughts of technique out the window and just praying he'd be able to get her off before he exploded.

He just barely missed it.

His cock erupted inside of her throat, his balls going into overdrive as they churned out spurt after spurt of voluminous semen, which went straight down Fleur's battered throat.

The Veela felt a surge of triumph before it was drowned out by a massive orgasm that had her squirt a concentrated shot of her tender juices straight into Harry's mouth.

Harry almost came again as Fleur squirted a jet of her cum down his throat. It was the nectar of the gods, and in such a concentrated spurt, it threatened to overload Harry's senses.

Harry knew he was coming down from his high when the pain from the chess pieces digging into his back started to resurface. He managed to remove his face from Fleur's pussy.

"Can you get off me, Fleur? I think a rook is about to puncture my kidney."

Fleur took a little longer than necessary, but she managed to slide off of him, allowing them both to stand.

Her bra had slipped off on one side, and Harry was able to confirm that her large, perfect breasts did in fact defy gravity in a way that could only be explained by magic.

"Looks like I won." Fleur said with a smug smile.

"By a couple of seconds. And just wait, next time I'll have you begging for relief." Harry said determinedly.

"I meant the chess game." She said.

Harry looked confused for a second before remembering the game they'd been playing, along with the fact that he'd knocked his king over when he'd stood up.

"Fuck."

Fleur chuckled, leaning forward to give Harry a deep, sensuous kiss. "I expect my reward by next week at the latest."