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Becoming Harry's Favourite Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2022-12-25 16:59:02 +0000 UTCEven though it was already May, it still felt unusually chilly to Fleur. The Scottish winds did not mesh well with the airy Beauxbatons uniform she wore, and a warming charms just wasn’t the same thing as the wonderful climate of France. The situation was made even worse by the fact that she had taken to not wearing any underwear recently. It was too tempting to tease Harry into an unexpected fucking session just by flashing him a bit of her flesh. He didn’t always take her up on her offers, but she saw the way his eyes would linger on her body and the desire that would flare up inside of him. That, ultimately, was her end goal anyway: to make Harry as in love with her as she was with him.
Well, truthfully, Fleur wouldn’t say she was in love with Harry yet. Everything was still so knew, from learning about his hobbies to his likes and dislikes. There was still a lot that had to be built up between them for true love to form. But, the one thing she couldn’t deny was that she was in love with his body. He fucked her like no one else could; he was a perfect mate who harmonized with her magic perfectly. He was all that she would ever need, and that meant that it was in her best interest to build up a genuine connection with him.
Harry seemed to be interested in forming something real too. He took the time to ask her about her favourite activities—other than fucking—and even presented her with a small gift of a bouquet of ever-lasting roses. They still sat in a vase in her room in the Beauxbatons Carriage, gently perfuming the room. They’d last for a decade or two if they were cared for, and Fleur was going to ensure that they lasted as long as possible. It wouldn’t do to have Harry’s first gift to her be ruined before its time.
Honestly, everything was going perfectly between her and Harry. He fucked her regularly, using her whenever his need arose, and he also seemed invested in their continued relationship. It was just as wonderful as Fleur hoped it would be if she were to have ever met a man who completed her like Harry did.
Well, at least it was almost as wonderful. There was one small hiccup after all. And said hiccup was currently glaring daggers across the Gryffindor table at Fleur.
“Do you want anymore salade niçoise?” Harry asked her in a near-perfect French accent as he served himself a small portion onto his plate. As he looked up at her and their eyes met, Fleur felt her heart flutter in her chest.
Merlin, even with just a look, he made her body crave his touch.
“Please,” Fleur smiled at him.
Harry smoothly added a little more salad to her bowl, making sure to top it with half of a hard-boiled egg and a few sliced anchovies. As he made to put the large serving dish aside, Fleur took her chance to lean in and plant a chaste kiss on Harry’s cheek. “Merci,” she whispered into his ear, not flinching in the slightest as Hermione’s foot tried to grind hers down into the stone floor.
When Fleur started to eat her salad without so much as a comment on what Hermione was doing, the already sullen witch seemed to grow storm clouds above her head. She was pouting fiercely, though both Fleur and Harry chose to ignore her.
It was folly for Fleur to think that she could have ever worked together with Hermione. They both agreed to Harry to try to do just that, but the British witch was the first to renege on her words. It had started small such as ‘accidentally’ lying about Harry’s whereabouts or ‘accidentally’ stumbling upon Harry and Fleur when they were about to fuck. However, Fleur saw through her right away and knew that each of those instances had been intentional.
Fleur could understand Hermione’s anger; after all, she would have been eager to kill any witch who dared step into the middle of her and Harry’s relationship. Hermione was just trying to defend what she once had with Harry, not fully accepting the fact that things had forever changed with Fleur’s introduction into the dynamic.
Well, that was fine with Fleur. She’d continue to make herself indispensable to Harry while not taking any overt retaliatory actions against Hermione. Harry had taken note of Hermione’s hostility too and had spent a great deal of time discussing it with Hermione privately—something which greatly irked Fleur given the fact that he was willing to fuck Hermione in front of her just to remind Fleur of her place in the relationship.
If there was one thing positive Fleur could say about Hermione though, it was that she was great in bed. Fleur had seen Harry and Hermione fuck a few times since that first night; Harry liked it when he had an audience. Whereas Fleur was all about seduction and pure sensuality, Hermione was almost the opposite. She was a shy, demure, and innocent-seeming woman who still managed to to express her sexuality perfectly in her own way. Harry usually let Fleur masturbate to him and Hermione fucking, and Fleur had gotten off many times to that shy little witch.
Honestly, if it weren’t for her terrible attitude towards the whole situation, Fleur may have grown to enjoy sharing Harry with her. Alas, the competition and rivalry between the two of them seemed destined to remain unless one of them left Harry.
And Fleur was going to make damn sure that it wasn’t her.
Just as lunch was winding down, a familiar-looking redhead came rushing down from the head table. He came to a stop just a couple of feet away from Harry and her. “Mr Potter, Ms Delacour,” he greeted them slightly out of breath.
“Percy? Are you alright?” Harry asked with a frown.
Ah, right, Percy Weasley: the replacement judge for his boss, Mr Crouch, who had been ill recently and missed out on judging the second task. During her initial investigation into her fellow champions, she had learned that Harry was particularly close to the Weasley family, though he’d been at odds with his former best friend, Ronald Weasley, over his placement in the tournament.
“Yes, sorry,” Percy said, straightening his back. “Mr Bagman wanted me to inform you two that he wished you to meet him on the Quidditch pitch in half an hour for an important meeting regarding the final task of the tournament.”
“The third task isn’t for another month yet,” Hermione interjected, finally saying more than the handful of words she had used since lunch started. “What’s the meeting about?”
Percy’s face turned stern as he looked over at Hermione. “Unfortunately, the matter of the meeting is confidential and is only to be disclosed to the two champions.”
“You do know I’ll just tell her after the meeting, right?” Harry said, pointing out the obvious to Percy.
“That is your prerogative,” Percy replied, though his tone implied just how displeased he was with the idea that Harry would follow through with that. “But I will not be abusing the trust placed in me by Mr Crouch by going against my direct orders.”
“Right,” Harry sighed. “Tell him we’ll be there.”
“Thank you,” Fleur added.
Percy nodded stiffly in reply and hurried back towards the head table.
“It’s not fair,” Hermione sulked quietly.
“Hey,” Harry said, reaching out across the table and taking Hermione’s hand into his own. “Don’t worry too much. We’ll meet with him quickly and then tell you all about the meeting when we get back. If you want, we can get started preparing for the task in the library right after.”
That certainly seemed to perk Hermione up a bit. “Well, it would be good to get at least a preliminary reading list going,” she said shyly.
“Great,” Harry grinned at her. He finished off the last few tomatoes from his salad and looked over to Fleur. “Ready to go?”
His acknowledgment of Fleur seemed to dampen Hermione’s mood again, but Fleur paid no mind to her. “Of course,” she smiled brilliantly at him.
Harry got up first and helped Fleur to her feet like a true gentleman. And, in reply to the foot-stomping from earlier, Fleur latched herself onto Harry’s arm as they made their way out of the Great Hall. Though she didn’t look back to confirm it for herself, she was sure that Hermione was glaring daggers into her back the whole way.
Once they were out into the open courtyard and the wind hit Fleur, she truly did have a reason to cling onto Harry. She shivered and squished herself even more tightly against his side as they started down the smooth stone path that led towards the Quidditch pitch.
“I’ll never understand why you don’t just use a warming charm like everyone else,” Harry chuckled quietly. Despite his occasional quips like this, Fleur knew that he never meant any harm. In fact, she knew that he loved it when she hung off of his arm like this.
“It’s just not the same,” Fleur answered. “A warming charm never gets the temperature just right, and they’re too hard to maintain perfectly for more than an hour or two. Someday, you’ll have to come to France in the spring and I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
“I’d like that,” Harry smiled down at her. “But have you ever considered that I might find it too warm there just like you find it too cold here?”
“Even if you thought that, you wouldn’t dare say a word about it to me,” Fleur stated surely.
“Wouldn’t I?” Harry said teasingly.
“Non,” Fleur said, shaking her head. “Because if you said anything against the weather in France, you wouldn’t see me smile at you for agreeing with me.”
“So I should just lie about my feelings in order to see your pretty smile,” Harry chuckled.
“Now you’re getting it,” Fleur sighed contently as she leaned against him.
The more she learned about Harry, the more she liked him. While he was wonderfully dominant in the bedroom—and anywhere else they fucked for that matter—he was a very amicable and good-natured person. And he loved making her happy, even at his own expense. It was a man like that who Fleur always dreamed of being with.
The Quidditch pitch grew in size as they approached it. While Fleur had never really been one for the sport, she knew from her investigative work that Harry absolutely adored it. It was one of his true passions in life, and so Fleur decided to learn as much as she could about the sport. She was a competent flyer, but not skilled enough to join one of the Beauxbatons teams. She already had an afternoon date in mind when she’d ask Harry to teach her some of his seeker techniques. Hopefully it would lead into some fun cat-and-mouse games up in the air that would end with Fleur on her back on the pitch and Harry on top of her.
A small smile came over Harry’s lips as they entered the tunnel that led through the stands and out onto the pitch. She could see that this place just held so many wonderful memories for him.
And that was doubly true when she saw the absolute look of devastation on his face when they stepped out onto the ruined pitch. The smooth grass was gone, leaving only the dirt underneath behind. Rows upon rows of messy, disorganized hedges were growing up out of the ground. Fleur immediately recognized it as a hedge maze.
Standing in front of the maze was Ludo Bagman, the idiotic former professional player who continued to make a mockery of himself each time Fleur saw him. Harry disliked him too given the way Ludo constantly fawned over him.
Ludo had a great big grin on his lips and spread his arms wide at Harry and Fleur’s approach. “Well? What do you think?” He asked them, no doubt expecting a positive response.
While Fleur didn’t necessarily mind the change, she knew Harry did, so she wasn’t about to speak her mind on the issue. Instead, she let Harry do the talking for both of them.
“What the hell have you done to the pitch?” Harry roared as he stared down Ludo.
Ludo cringed slightly at Harry’s shout but he didn’t back down. “I know its a lot to take in-”
“A lot to take in?” Harry repeated the man’s words incredulously. “You’ve ruined the pitch!”
“Yes, well, it’ll all be fixed by next year,” Ludo said somewhat sheepishly.
Even that wasn’t enough to sate Harry’s anger. So, Fleur intertwined his fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Harry squeezed her hand back too, a little rougher than he likely intended, and he took a deep breath to try to calm down.
“What is this meeting about, Mr Bagman?” Fleur spoke up, hoping to move on before the man said something else to set Harry off.
“Right, yes, the meeting,” Ludo said nervously. “These hedges will be growing over the next month in order to form a maze. This will be your final task in the Triwizard tournament. Your goal will be to navigate the maze, dealing with any treacherous things along your path, in order to find the Triwizard Cup in the centre of the maze. The first one of you two to grab the cup will be declared the winner of the tournament.”
“So the first two tasks meant nothing?” Fleur said, a little bit of heat coming into her voice.
“No no no,” Ludo waved his hands in front of himself, trying to stop a second champion from getting too upset with him. “As the current leader in the tournament, you will receive an earlier start time than Mr Potter here. You will gain an additional minute for each point that you are ahead.”
That would be eight minutes, Fleur noted in her head. Enough time to get a decent head start . . . but, she still hadn’t spoken to Harry about how they were going to handle the last task. If he wanted her to lose so that he could win, she’d do it. Her natural competitive instinct drove her to win it all, but she’d sacrifice the win in a heartbeat if it secured her place at Harry’s side.
“Understood,” Fleur replied. “Was there anything else?”
“Err,” Ludo hesitated a moment, taking in the angry look on Harry’s face that hadn’t fully subsided yet. “No, that’s it.”
“Thank you, Mr Bagman,” Fleur said cordially. Harry made no such attempt.
Rather than risk his wrath again, Ludo simply nodded and hurried down the tunnel Fleur and Harry had used to get here.
“Are you alright, mon chéri?” Fleur asked Harry, letting go of his arm so that she could stand in front of him and meet his gaze head on.
“Just a bit pissed off to be honest,” Harry muttered gruffly. Even now, his eyes were focused on the hedges behind Fleur. “I really want to burn these hedges down.”
Fleur giggled lightly, trying to help defuse his anger. “Maybe during the task you could have a little accident.”
Harry’s lips curved upwards slightly in amusement. “Then you’d better be ahead of me when that happens.”
Finally, it was time to touch upon the subject that had been on Fleur’s mind ever since she devoted herself to Harry. “About the tournament,” she began. “How do you want it to play out?”
Harry frowned at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’ll let you win if you want,” Fleur told him straightforwardly. “I don’t care about winning the tournament compared to having you in my life. I’d do anything you asked of me.”
For some reason, her words seemed to displease Harry. “You really think I’d want you to forfeit on my behalf?”
Fleur shrugged meekly. Honestly, she wasn’t quite sure what Harry wanted in regards to the tournament. He seemed so blasé about even being in it most of the time, yet Fleur could tell that he spent a lot of time studying and practicing. It was such a quandary, and Fleur didn’t truly know which way Harry was leaning.
“I want you to try your damnedest to win,” Harry stated emphatically. “Merlin, why do you think I like you in the first place?”
“Because I’m a good lay,” Fleur quipped quickly, trying to use humour to defuse the situation.
Thankfully, it worked. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. The angry lines on his forehead faded. “No, well, you know, that’s not the point. I like you because you’re passionate and driven and you try your hardest at everything you do. If you just gave me the win, I’d be terribly disappointed.”
Fleur felt a wave of relief run through her. Even though she said she’d give up the win to Harry, she knew deep down that she wanted to win. That had been her goal for this year after all. She closed the gap in between herself and Harry and gave him a big hug, squeezing his back as tightly as she could. “Merci,” she whispered into his ear.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Harry snorted again. “Just do your best. If you really want to be with me, I expect you to not put up a disappointing performance.”
“Have I ever given you a disappointing performance, Harry?” Fleur asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“No, you haven’t,” Harry said with amusement in his voice.
“Good,” Fleur replied, adding a little sultriness to her tone. Knowing that Harry valued her for all of the things that Fleur valued in herself showed her that he really did care for her. And that stoked the flames inside of her.
Fleur removed one hand from around Harry and instead placed it on his chest. As she stared into his deep, green eyes, Fleur trailed her fingers down his torso towards his crotch. She could feel him stirring inside of his trousers, and the look of lust in his eyes told her that he was starting to get into the mood just as she was.
“Let’s go into the tunnel for a little privacy,” Fleur murmured, her fingers ghosting over his growing erection so that her intent was crystal clear.
“Let’s,” Harry agreed eagerly, grabbing her hand and leading her back towards the tunnel.
The tunnel was dimly lit. It was long enough that despite the light coming in from either side, shadows and darkness covered much of it. Harry led her in just far enough that while the shadows would obscure them from any onlookers from outside, they were able to see each other reasonably well.
Fleur wasted no time in dropping to her knees on the stone floor and unzipping and unbuttoning Harry’s trousers. She shimmied them down his thighs, revealing his majestic cock, which was staring right back at her face. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, eager to do whatever she could to please Harry.
With it so close to her face, Fleur couldn’t help but marvel at Harry’s size and shape. He was larger than average by a decent amount, but not so big that it was unwieldy. When she opened her mouth to take him inside of her, she had to stretch her lips open more than she would for other men. She held her mouth open for a moment, making sure Harry got a good look at her hot, steamy mouth, which was practically dripping with saliva, before she engulfed the head of his cock.
The spongy head of Harry’s cock pressed down firmly on Fleur’s tongue before it sprang back upwards and Fleur shoved her head a few inches forward, suddenly taking in nearly half of Harry’s cock into her mouth. She moaned softly around his cock as she lavished it all over with the soft touch of her tongue, coating it in her saliva so that it’d be easier to bob her mouth on going forward.
Harry let out a very content sigh above her. “Ah, there’s my wonderful little cocksucker,” he said softly as he started running a hand through her beautiful hair.
Harry’s words sent a thrill throughout Fleur; how could they not? Her body was magnificent and her technique was as perfect as it could be at this point in time. She’d get better as she adjusted to the subtle tells in Harry’s body language, but she was certain that she was the best he’d ever had. She loved sucking his cock; it was a perfect way to show just how much she adored him and how much he meant to her. And, on top of all that, Fleur knew that she always was a bit of a slut for some degradation in the bedroom.
Fleur sucked her cheeks in as she sealed her lips tightly around Harry’s shaft. His cock was thoroughly lubricated in her spit, and now it was the perfect time to pick up the pace.
Using her tongue to pleasure the underside of his cock, Fleur started to pump Harry’s cock in and out of her mouth. She’d take several inches at a time, sending the tip just barely into her throat before she’d retreat again. The whole time she was doing this, she was making little adjustments to the sounds Harry was making. Every groan or breath he took gave her all the information she needed to decide when she needed to slow down for a moment, focus her tongue on the head of his cock, or take more of his cock into her mouth.
It hadn’t even been a minute yet and Fleur could already tell that Harry’s stress was leaving his body, and it was being replaced by feelings of pure pleasure as she sucked his cock.
“So fucking good,” Harry groaned.
Fleur couldn’t help but smile around Harry’s cock as she decided how she was going to reward him for his words. She stared up at his face and waited until his eyes met hers. When they did, Fleur ever so slowly started working her mouth down Harry’s shaft. She took inch after inch inside of her, and she didn’t even stop at the limit she had set earlier. No, she kept going down until his cock entered her throat, and she kept going even then until her lips hit the base of his shaft.
The look of unbridled lust and pleasure that ran over Harry’s face sent a shiver down Fleur’s back. Merlin, the way he looked at her like he just wanted to ravage her made her so wet. She could already feel it starting to build in her core. Maybe she’d try to convince him that they should take this to somewhere more private afterward so that she could really let loose when they fucked, but she was too focused on sucking his cock right now to worry about that yet. She’d give him his pleasure first, and she’d see how far she could take things.
Fleur kept Harry’s cock buried in her throat for over twenty seconds before she decided to come off of it again. Only, as she started to do that, she felt Harry grab two fistfuls of her hair.
“I want to see you choke on it,” he said. That was the only warning Fleur had before he suddenly yanked her head back into place at the bottom of his shaft.
Fleur felt her eyes bug out as the last three inches of Harry’s cock were suddenly shoved back inside of her mouth. She felt the tip of his cock bouncing off of the walls of her throat as he resettled in there. Fleur had to forcibly relax her jaw to stop herself from accidentally biting down on Harry’s cock in surprise.
“Fuck, you look so good like that,” Harry groaned again. He gave an extra little tug on her hair, and Fleur had to throw her hands up and grab onto his thighs to help control herself.
Despite the initial surprise and the sting of tears in her eyes, Fleur felt her desire flare again as Harry started to fuck her mouth with reckless abandon. He was hammering his hips forward as he yanked her head towards him, ramming his cock down into her throat. Fleur was ever so thankful that her gag reflex was practically nonexistent.
It felt good being wanted so badly like this. All of Harry’s lust and urgency flowed into Fleur, and she did her best to make him feel perfect. She knew that her warm, wet mouth was divine, but she could improve it by humming.
As she did exactly that, Harry suddenly let out a deep growl as he hunched over. The tip of his cock must have touched the vibrating walls of her throat, and Fleur knew from past experience as to just how much men liked that feeling. It took Harry several seconds of pause before he was able to return back to normal.
The sloppy sounds of Harry fucking Fleur’s mouth filled the otherwise silent tunnel. Though Fleur wasn’t gagging, she’d occasionally let out a slight choking sound whenever it was getting too hard to breathe. Harry always gave her a moment’s reprieve after that before he’d go right back to making the wet sounds of his cock forcing its way down her throat.
Fleur felt Harry’s orgasm coming up even before he announced it. The slight tingle through his thighs and the sudden tensing of his pelvis signified that he was close. Fleur was ready for him to cum down her throat like usual, but he suddenly stopped, much to her surprise.
Instead, Harry pushed Fleur’s head away from him. Fleur let out a whiny little moan as her lips clung to his shaft for just a second before he pulled out of her mouth. She wanted to ask what he was doing when she saw what he had in mind.
So, Fleur smiled up at Harry as he stroked his cock hard and fast.
“Do you want to cum on my pretty face?” She asked Harry, making her eyes wide and her lips just a little poutier than usual.
“Yes,” Harry groaned.
Fleur giggled and tilted her head to the side, subtly flicking her hair away from her face in the hopes that she wouldn’t get any of Harry’s cum in it; it was so hard to clean cum out of hair, but, if he asked to do it, she’d let him. “Maybe I’ll go for a nice walk around the castle after and let everyone see what you did to me,” she said sultrily.
Her words had an immediate effect on Harry as his cock jumped in his hand and his pace suddenly sped up for just a second. Then, he exploded onto her face.
Fleur basked in the sensation of Harry’s hot cum splattering across her face. The first burst stretched from the bridge of her nose all the way up onto her forehead. She closed her eyes just in time as the second spurt hit one of her eyelids and dripped down her cheeks. More and more spurts came, landing all over her cheeks, lips, chin, and nose, until Harry finally finished.
As Harry took a second to catch his breath, Fleur happily got up to her feet, took out her wand, and conjured a little hand mirror to examine herself with. She looked beautiful with her face covered in Harry’s cum.
“Feeling better now?” Fleur asked Harry as she turned to look at him.
He took in the sight of her cum-covered face, and Fleur swore that he was about to fuck her right then and there. But, instead, he simply nodded his head and stood up to his full height. “Thanks for that,” he said. “I really needed it.”
“You did,” Fleur giggled. “Do you want to-”
Her words were cut off as Harry spoke up. “I’ve gotta go talk to Hermione about the task,” he told her. A bubble of annoyance shot up inside of her, but Fleur squashed it down. “Do you want to come meet up with us in the library in an hour?”
“Sure,” Fleur replied with a fake smile on her lips. Honestly, she would prefer to take Harry back to her room for some more fun, but she didn’t want to push him too hard. She couldn’t make any obvious moves to get rid of Hermione yet.
The two started back off towards Hogwarts, only parting at the last possible minute as Fleur veered off towards the Beauxbatons carriages in order to clean herself up and collect a few things for the study session.
As she approached the door to the carriages though, it opened up, revealing one of the girls that had come with Fleur in the hopes of competing in the tournament. “Salut, Solène,” Fleur smiled at the girl who had been so horrible to her back in their third year when she accused Fleur of stealing her boyfriend. Honestly, it wasn’t her fault that men couldn’t stop staring at her.
Solène’s eyes widened as she took in Fleur’s cum-covered face. Fleur’s smile only deepened at the surprised look on Solène’s face.
“Pardon,” Fleur said, stepping around the girl and into the carriage. “J’ai besoin d’aller me nettoyer.”
From the muttered “putain” Fleur heard Solène say, she knew that the story of Fleur’s face would be making the rounds around Hogwarts by supper time. Fleur grinned at that. How would Hermione respond, she wondered.
