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September 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Victoire - Failed Exam
🕑 Added 2024-09-30 15:59:01 +0000 UTCThe screeching sounds of spellfire blared overhead as Victoire Weasley remained hidden behind an overturned tree in this dark forest she found herself in. Lightning crackled in the sky, providing a brief glimpse of the world around her as the light pierced through the thick canopy overhead. Her pristine red Auror robes were now covered with dirt and mud, but luckily her silvery-blonde hair remained perfectly clean. The ground around her was littered with impact craters and debris from the trees all around her.
Taking a deep breath, she did her best to recall the sights around her before she’d taken cover. There was a witch and two wizards at least forty metres away in the tree line. Given the fact that their aim hadn’t improved substantially in the last few seconds, she had to assume that they were still roughly at that distance. There was an open field between her and them, with only a couple of craters and thick roots to provide any degree of shelter.
How was she going to get out of this? Her teammates were all down for the count, and they were behind the attackers anyway, so she couldn’t get to them to revive them even if she wanted to. She considered trying to sneak away, maybe under the aid of invisibility, but she was sure that her attackers had prepared something for that. They were competent fighters and wouldn’t allow her to escape so easily.
No, her best bet was to confront this head on. She had to remember her training. Lesson Four: Use the environment to your advantage.
Victoire chanced a quick glance over top of the overturned tree. In the darkness, she was only able to make out where the attackers were based on the direction of the spellfire. They were still in the trees, but she had to duck down quickly to avoid a jet of red light.
Quickly, a plan formed in her mind. Like all Veela, she had a natural talent for transfiguration, and it was about time to put it to use.
Shifting her position slightly away from where she’d been, Victoire suddenly popped back up and cast a silent spell towards the attackers. There was no jet of light that came out from her wand, but she felt her magic strike her target perfectly.
Roots suddenly tore up out of the ground all around the attackers, but with a quick twist of her wand, they turned into iron chains. With a cocky grin, Victoire animated them to try to tie up her attackers.
The last of the spellfire flew past Victoire, giving her the confidence to spring forward towards the field ahead of her. Her three attackers were focused on battling the iron chains that she was still controlling. They were forced to physically shield the blows or batter the spells away. It took too long for them to realise that they could have simply dispelled her magic or transfigured the chains into something far less threatening.
Dropping into a large crater, Victoire posted up near the crest of the ridge and prepared to unleash hell upon her attackers when another bolt of lightning illuminated the world around her. A gleam amongst the trees to her left drew her attention towards it.
There, sitting on a branch, sat the object of Victoire’s deepest desires: Harry Potter.
All of the air felt like it was leaving Victoire’s lungs upon seeing him. She hadn’t expected the Head Auror himself to keep an eye on her first practical exam as an Auror Trainee.
He must have caught her looking at him because he gave her a little wave before gesturing back down towards the far side of the field.
Right, she had to keep her focus on the task at hand, but how could she when she had the sexiest wizard in existence watching over her? Just the thought of his brilliant green eyes and that smouldering gaze he had made her knees start to feel like jelly.
Suddenly, all of her confidence fell away and she became self conscious about every little movement she made. It was so unlike her, but Harry just had something about him that made her feel this way.
Victoire tried to psych herself up. She really wanted to impress Harry, and the best way to do that was to beat this exam handedly. Admittedly, she’d been on the defensive for most of the exam so far, but that was changing. She could still see those old pensieve recordings of Harry striding into a lair of dark wizards deep in rural Scotland, seemingly without fear. He’d stood out in the open and countered every single spell sent his way and took down his enemies one by one with ease. She tried to channel the energy he’d exuded in that memory and climbed out of the crater she was hiding in.
She made it two steps before she tripped on a stray root and fell flat on her face in the mud. The next thing she saw as she tried to sit up was a red bolt of light heading her way.
Then there was only darkness.
When Victoire next opened her eyes, she wondered if she was lost in a dream. Harry was knelt down in the mud beside her, cradling her head to his chest.
“Nice one,” he said with a teasing smile.
Victoire’s heart nearly melted at that. She didn’t care that it was a joke at her expense. What mattered was that he was here, holding her. His face was so close that she could almost reach out and kiss him if she tried. The thought of being bold enough to do so made her cheeks light up red.
Merlin, she was a Veela, not some blushing schoolgirl! She was confident, sexy, and downright brilliant… except when Harry was around.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked, a tinge of concern in his tone.
“Fine!” Victoire exclaimed suddenly. She jolted forward, trying to stand up lest she start daydreaming about kissing Harry again, but she tripped over herself and ended falling forward again. Harry tried to catch her, but in her scramble to stop herself from falling, all she ended up doing was pulling him down into the mud with her.
Laughter rang out behind her as the three junior Aurors sent to oversee her exam came upon them.
“Nice going, rookie,” the witch, Sylla, chuckled.
“Give her a break,” one of the men, Robbins, said. Despite his kind words, his voice was full of mirth as well. “She’s just nervous that the big boss is around.”
“I’m not!” Victoire protested a little too quickly. All it did was send up another round of laughter.
“Let’s get you two up and cleaned off, yeah?” The last wizard, McCormack, said.
Harry gratefully accepted the hand up, but Victoire felt compelled to stand up by herself. She was rife with embarrassment at not only having failed her exam but also tripping all over Harry. If only he wasn’t so damned fit…
The uncomfortable rush of a cleaning charm wiped away every speck of dirt and mud from her clothes. She glanced up to see Harry stowing his wand away with a warm smile.
“We’re heading back to the Ministry,” Harry informed her.
“Can I have another chance?” Victoire asked desperately. “I know I can do better next time.”
“Not today,” Harry said. “It’s already late, and I have no doubts that everyone wants to get to bed soon. We can try again another night. But before you go home, I’d like to speak to you in my office.”
Victoire cringed, fearing the reprimand she was bound to receive for performing so abysmally. “Yes, sir.”
At the very least, he didn’t embarrass her by offering to apparate her back to the Ministry with him. One by one, everyone disappeared with a faint cracking sound, leaving only Victoire alone in the forest.
She screamed at the top of her lungs before burying her face in her hands. How the hell had she managed to mess up again in front of Harry? Every time he was around, she just kept making a complete fool of herself! She would just get so wrapped up in his gorgeous eyes, chiselled body, and that stupid, sexy voice of his that it was like everything else left her mind. She lost all sense of coordination and mental acumen in an instant and kept failing at everything she tried to do.
The worst part was that she didn’t know how she was supposed to get past this unbelievable crush she had on him. Ever since she could remember, he’d been at every Weasley family get-together. Her mum loved to remind her about the time when she was four and declared that she was going to marry Harry when she grew up. Everyone had thought it hilarious at the time, but those feelings hadn’t gone away one bit. She’d hoped to be able to find another man to catch her eye, but all she ever did was compare them to Harry. And no one could match up to Harry.
Merlin, this was so stupid! She knew that she should just tell him how she felt about him, but she felt like such an idiot whenever he was around. She wanted to prove herself to be a competent, powerful witch that was worthy of him, but it was her crush that made it impossible to do.
Oh well. There was always next time.
With her head hung low, Victoire finally apparated back to the Ministry of Magic. The atrium was quiet this time of night. A handful of elderly wizards were lingering just beyond the security desk where they checked in visitor’s wands. Sylla, Robbins, and McCormack were clearly already gone back to the Department to go get changed out of their robes so that they could head home, but Harry was still waiting for her just a few feet away from the apparation point.
The man’s gentle smile made Victoire’s heart flutter like mad.
“Hey,” he said softly. “What took you so long.”
“Oh, you know, I was just making sure I didn’t leave anything behind,” Victoire lied.
It was clear he didn’t quite believe her, which only made Victoire feel all the more foolish for lying in the first place, but he didn’t call her out on it.
“Right,” he nodded, his smile dimming just a touch. “Just follow me. I promise it’ll be a quick meeting.”
Victoire trudged behind Harry, trying to avoid checking out his arse as much as she could. He walked with all of the confidence that a Veela did, the kind that she normally had whenever Harry wasn’t around. She had no idea how her aunt Gabrielle managed to not melt into a puddle whenever Harry was around. Apparently, she’d had as big of a crush on Harry as Victoire did years ago, before she met her husband.
Despite the fact that Harry tried making small talk in the lift up to his office, Victoire couldn’t force herself to offer more than one or two word answers to his questions. All she wanted to do was to go home and drink away her embarrassment.
When they reached the Auror Department, Victoire received enough amused looks to know that the story about how her exam went had already started to make the rounds. If Harry wasn’t around, she would’ve quipped back with the best of them and put everyone else in their place. She gave them a few acidic looks, which stopped a few people from chuckling under their breath at her.
It was only in the sanctuary of Harry’s office that Victoire finally breathed out another sigh of frustration. He shut the door behind her and activated all of the privacy charms that he had to keep out any prying eyes and ears.
“Sit down,” he told her kindly as he walked back around behind his desk.
Victoire slouched in the chair opposite Harry, barely able to meet his gaze.
“Victoire.” His soft voice caused her to finally look up into those dreamy eyes of his. “Are you alright?”
Not really.
“Yes,” she lied again.
Harry glanced down at an unfurled scroll of parchment on his desk. “This is the third exam you’ve failed. All of your others you’ve passed with top marks. What’s going on?”
It’s you, she wanted to say. Well, really, it was her and her reaction to Harry being around, but it felt better to blame him for this mess she found herself in.
Instead, Victoire shrugged. “I don’t know,” she replied, hating how weak and defeated she sounded.
“Is it me?” Harry suddenly asked.
Panic flared through Victoire’s chest. Did he know about her crush? Oh sweet Merlin, of course he did! She’d admitted it to him back when she was a kid. Okay, she had to think fast about how to deal with this.
“I-I…” Victoire stuttered.
“Take a breath,” he said soothingly.
Victoire did. And then she took another.
“Yes,” she finally admitted quietly.
Harry leaned back in his chair, nodding to himself. “I know it can be intimidating having the Head Auror watch over your exams—”
“It’s not because you’re the Head Auror,” Victoire blurted out before she could stop herself. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest any second now, but she couldn’t have stopped the words that followed even if she wanted to. “You’re just really handsome, and I know that you know that I have a crush on you, and it’s just really difficult to focus sometimes, or all the time, and I don’t know how to stop myself from fantasising about you…”
She bit her tongue to physically stop herself from going any further with that line of thought. The pain stung, but it gave her the mental clarity to realise what she’d just said.
“I’m sorry, I—” Victoire’s panicked words began, but Harry cut her off.
“No, I’m sorry,” Harry said as he let out a deep breath. “It couldn’t have helped that I always have my eyes on you.”
Was he… no, surely not. Victoire couldn’t let herself get her hopes up. And yet, she did anyway.
“You’re always watching me?” She asked quietly.
Harry’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed deeply, clearly taking the time to think over his next few words very carefully. “Yes,” he admitted. “Ever since you joined up with the Auror Trainee program.”
Victoire felt like she couldn’t breathe as she waited on his response to her next question. “Why?”
Harry’s green eyes met her blue ones, and the intensity in his gaze nearly made her swoon. “It’d been quite a few years since I last saw you. I didn’t realise how clever and gorgeous you’d become. And then I caught you staring at me like you do, and… I imagined what could happen. But I’m nearly twenty years older than you, and—”
“That doesn’t matter to me,” Victoire insisted.
“People will still talk,” Harry replied.
“So, let them,” Victoire argued with a burst of confidence. She wasn’t going to let this chance slip through her fingers, not when she knew that Harry felt the same way about her as she did for him. “I like you, and you like me. We shouldn’t have to stop ourselves from giving into what feels natural just because of other people.”
“I’ll also have to assign someone else to oversee your exams from now on,” Harry said.
“Good. Maybe then I won’t get so distracted,” Victoire smirked.
Still, Harry showed a sign of reticence. It frustrated Victoire to no end that this man could be so thoughtful and caring, just trying to figure out any potential issues before he gave in and agreed to start something more with her.
Ultimately, she knew what she had to do.
Victoire stood up from her seat and climbed onto Harry’s desk. He jumped back a little in surprise, but Victoire didn’t let him get far. She slid onto his lap, grabbing his head in her hands, and positioning her lips an inch away from his.
“We both want this,” she murmured softly. “Don’t fight it.”
And then they kissed. It felt like years of frustration and pining were suddenly lifted up off of her shoulders. His lips were surprisingly soft against her own, and he kissed her back with a fiery passion that she could have only ever dreamt of. It was indescribable, unbelievably, and Victoire felt the heat in her core ignite. And that heat only grew when she felt something growing beneath her arse.
For years, Victoire knew that she was a truly beautiful woman. Her long silvery-blond hair and deep-blue eyes were dreamlike in their beauty, and her face was graced with perfect features to complement them. Her body too was something to marvel at. For someone as slim as her to have breasts as full and perky as she did was nothing short of a blessing—even magic would struggle to replicate something so divine. Her arse was a work of art too, both from her Veela heritage and her long hours spent honing her body’s strength and flexibility.
Even knowing all of this and seeing countless men and women stare at her in lust and envy, she’d never felt more beautiful when Harry stared at her. The erection growing in his trousers was only yet another sign of his deep desire for her.
She was ready to take him right now.
Breaking off the kiss, Victoire pitched herself back up onto the edge of Harry’s desk. While her Auror Trainee robes were designed for function over fashion, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t alter them with a bit of magic. One little transfiguration spell later and she found herself in a crisp, white button-up shirt and a plaid skirt. Notably, she’d vanished her bra and panties off in her little manoeuvre. She was sure that Harry could see her rosy-pink nipples through her shirt easily, and she crossed her legs in front of him slowly enough that he must have gotten a glimpse of her perfectly-shaved pussy.
The shift in the air was immediate. Any timidness remaining within Harry vanished the second she shifted into something more provocative. He didn’t even bother to hide his erection from her. That long, thick shaft pressed against his robes clearly for Victoire to see. She licked her lips, imagining just how much better it would feel than any toy she’d ever played with.
“There’s that confident Veela I knew was lurking underneath,” Harry said huskily as he slowly stepped up out of his chair. He shed his outer robes, leaving him in a comfortable set of trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into by teasing me like this.”
“I think I have an idea,” Victoire replied coyly, enjoying the way his gaze raked over her body. “But why don’t you show me anyway, just to make sure the idea really sticks deep inside of me.”
She loved the way Harry growled at her words. She felt like she was poking the proverbial bear. She wanted to see just how much trouble she could get into with Harry and exactly what he’d do to punish her.
But instead of punishment, it seemed as though Harry had something else in mind.
“Uncross your legs,” he said with that hot, commanding tone of his.
Victoire did so immediately, loving the way he was talking to her. She stared up at him through her eyelashes expectantly, waiting for his next move.
To her surprise, Harry dropped to his knees and pushed himself in between her legs. He reached around to grab the small of her back and scoot her right to the edge of his desk.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you bending over whenever I’ve been watching you,” Harry smirked at her.
Victoire didn’t flush this time. “I wanted you to know that I wanted you.”
“You could’ve just jumped me in my office, you know,” he replied.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Victoire countered. “It’s much more exciting when the man pursues you, you know.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to pursue you much more often after today,” Harry assured her. “But first, let’s just see if I can’t make it so that you can’t walk out of my office in a straight line.”
Victoire shivered as Harry planted a kiss on the inside of her knee. His right hand trailed up her left thigh, moving teasingly closer to her core. But then it suddenly retreated when it was barely an inch away. The teasing made Victoire’s core tense up and her body tremble.
“It’s good that you’re eager, but we’re taking this at my pace,” Harry chuckled.
“If you take too long, someone might catch us in here,” Victoire replied, wishing he’d just get on with it. Her pussy felt like it was on fire from how turned on she was.
“Let them,” Harry retorted. “After all, you’re the one who said we shouldn’t care what anyone else has to say about us.”
That didn’t mean that she wanted everyone in the office to know that they were fucking, or about to fuck that is.
“Fine,” Victoire grumbled under her breath. She closed her thighs against Harry’s head to try to get him to hurry up, but he just kept kissing her thighs slowly.
She supposed that he must have been achieving his desired effect because she felt like she was going to be driven mad by how horny she felt. Each touch that grew closer to her core felt so much more intimate and intense than the last, and it was leaving her panting for more. Her body was responding encouragingly to his touches, and she just knew that he could understand her body perfectly.
It took nearly three whole minutes before his breath finally misted across her labia. That sudden shock of warmth made her toes curl from how wonderful it felt, but nothing compared to the touch of his lips against her skin.
Victoire had never once been with a man. She’d had plenty of offers of course, but none of them had come close to comparing to Harry, so she’d turned them all down. She did once have quite an interesting evening with another Veela at the enclave in France this past summer. They’d made love beneath the stars, but while it’d been fun, it hadn’t been Harry. She’d had a healthy stash of toys to keep her lusts sated in the interim, but now that she had Harry, she didn’t need anyone else. His touches felt more intense than what anyone else’s ever could.
Harry planted a deep kiss on Victoire’s core. His upper lip just barely brushed up against her clit, and Victoire felt like she was seeing stars. She let out an unbelievable moan as her hands instinctively went to grab onto the back of Harry’s head to hold him in place. She felt him chuckle against her as her fingers wove through his hair.
His fingers weren’t left to their own devices either. While one of his hands gently stroked her thigh, the other moved just below his mouth. A pair of fingers probed gently at her entrance, coating themselves in her juices before slowly pushing forward to enter inside of her.
Victoire felt like she was in heaven as Harry really started to get to work. His lips moved up to her clit and formed a gentle seal around it before his tongue started to tease it. She had no idea how he managed to know exactly the way she liked to be touched, but he did. His tongue was soft at first but steadily picked up in strength the more turned on she got, and his fingers curled up inside of her pussy, finding just the right spot to touch.
The heat pooling in her stomach reached a boiling point. Before Victoire realised what was happening, she suddenly wailed in pleasure as her body thrashed about. She’d never cum so hard or so fast before, but the explosion of pure bliss was undeniable. Harry kept up his playful lapping, making her feel like putty in his hands.
By the time she finally gasped for air, Harry pulled his head back out from underneath her skirt and smirked up at her. “You have a lovely voice.”
Victoire was still panting, her brain too addled to formulate a reply besides grabbing for his belt. “You can hear it some more if you get this out.”
Harry let her uncoordinated fingers do it for him. Victoire felt desperate to see and touch his cock. She needed to feel it inside of her pulsing pussy. She needed his cum inside of her womb right this fucking instant or she was going to go insane.
When she finally managed to fish it out, she gasped at how hard, hot, and thick it felt in her hands. Suddenly, her firm grip became more gentle and delicate, as though applying too much pressure would destroy this most glorious cock. It was a hilarious thought given how tight her pussy was going to be around him, but nothing going through her mind was making sense anymore after that orgasm.
Hiking her skirt up to her waist, Victoire laid back across Harry’s desk and bade him to walk right up to her. She spread her legs wide apart, but Harry chose instead to grab them and lift them up onto his shoulders. She could only imagine how exposed her pussy had to look in between her thighs.
“If it’s too much—” Harry began to say, but Victoire cut him off.
“Shut up and fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You asked for it,” Harry chuckled.
The feeling of her lips being stretched out by the bulbous head of Harry’s cock was a memory that Victoire was never going to forget. He confidently pushed forward with an eagerness that matched her own. Victoire hadn’t ever expected to feel as full as she did when Harry’s cock filled her up in a single, smooth stroke, but she realised that it was a feeling that she’d been missing all of her life. Her walls struggled to adjust to his girth, but her Veela nature helped her to loosen up just enough so as to maintain a snug fit around his cock without causing any pain to herself.
Harry’s breathing hitched as he sheathed himself inside of her, and Victoire felt a flare of satisfaction. “How good do I feel?” She asked him arrogantly.
“Like a goddess,” he answered honestly.
A goddess. Yes, she liked the sound of that. She would be his goddess, and he would be her god.
But that pride suddenly faltered the moment that Harry started to move inside of her. Victoire swiftly realised that this wasn’t about to be an equal match-up. Staring up at Harry’s face, she could see that he was at least able to maintain some degree of his mental clarity as he began to fuck her. Victoire, on the other hand, felt like all of hers was slipping away.
Harry’s cock felt powerful as he thrust into her. His rabid movements left him slamming into her with long, deep strokes that made Victoire’s mind go blank each time he filled her tight pussy back up. Her walls clamped down around his cock, burning with need and trying to encourage him to fuck her harder and harder, but that was just her body’s instinctive reaction to what Harry was doing to her. Her mind wasn’t able to keep up with the overwhelming ecstasy that was quickly turning her into a complete mess.
Her moans rang out loudly throughout the room. She tried to tell him to go harder and faster, even in spite of his already strong pace, but her words just came out like a garbled mess. It felt like she was drunk from pleasure. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that she never wanted to end.
Suddenly, Harry’s hands appeared around either side of her legs and tore at her shirt. Buttons went flying all across the room as her shirt was ripped open, allowing her beautiful breasts to finally reveal themselves. Harry was staring down at them as they bounced on her chest each time he fucked her, and Victoire was inspired to raise her arms up a bit to help squeeze her breasts together and make them even more enticing.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Harry groaned as he bottomed out inside of her pussy again.
His ruthless thrusts as he pounded into her pussy made a slutty, squelching sound from how wet she was. Victoire tightened up in response to his praise and let out another loud moan. She could feel her body responding to his, already building up to another orgasm. She had no idea how this man could do this to her, and yet she wasn’t surprised. Harry was Harry. There was no one else quite as incredible as him.
Suddenly, Harry threw her legs apart and bared down on her. All sounds from her throat died the moment that he kissed her. She just kissed him back, giving everything she had, and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in place against her.
“I’m going to cum,” he warned her.
“Inside,” was the only word she could reply with. She couldn’t imagine him cumming anywhere else except deep in her womb. If she got pregnant from him tonight then she’d be the happiest woman in the world.
Harry kissed her in reply, and it only took another two thrusts before one final vigorous slam forward had his cock spraying a thick load of cum straight into her womb.
Victoire suddenly cried out and felt herself come completely undone around Harry. Her orgasm tore through her harder than the first, making her thrash about wildly and cry out Harry’s name again and again. He held her tightly as he continued to spew his cum deep inside of her pussy.
When the pleasure started to fade, both of them seemed unwilling to move from their position. They continued to kiss for minutes afterwards until the grandfather cloak in the corner of Harry’s office sounded that it was two in the morning.
Finally, Harry pulled himself out of Victoire and stowed away his cock.
“That was incredible,” he said sincerely as he helped her to sit up.
“It was,” Victoire agreed. She went to stand, but her knees buckled beneath her. Her legs felt like jelly, and Harry was quick to catch her.
“Told you that you wouldn’t be walking out of here straight,” he chuckled.
Victoire flashed him a bright smile. “I guess that just means that you’ll have to help me home.”
“How about my home?” Harry suggested. “There’s more space than your tiny flat.”
“And more places to fuck?” Victoire suggested hopefully.
Harry laughed again and scooped her up into his arms. Victoire loved how she felt light as a feather in his arms. She snuggled against his chest as he carried her over to her private floo. If this was what she’d get after every exam she failed, then she would gladly invite Harry to watch every single one.
