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Becoming Harry's Favourite Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2022-11-25 17:00:01 +0000 UTCFleur felt a flicker of amusement pass through her as Hermione raged and fumed in front of her and Harry. The brunette was stomping back and forth, pacing along the edge of Harry’s bed with her wand pointed at the two of them. She looked positively furious with her flushed face and terrible frown that marred her pretty features. Maybe Fleur would have been more sympathetic if Harry hadn’t been as incredible in the sack as he had been, but there was no sense in ignoring reality.
Harry was incredible. He was everything she had imagined a real man would be like, and there was no way she was letting go of him now. Fleur would make herself his, becoming everything and anything he wanted her to be. She couldn’t let this opportunity pass her by. The Triwizard Tournament was nothing compared to this.
“I can’t believe you!” Hermione shouted at Harry, who was simply simply sitting by.
Fleur spent a good while watching Harry as Hermione vented her anger. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem particularly saddened or upset over the whole situation. His expression was even, neither pitying, desolate, or happy. Just a pure neutral look. He was good to hide his emotions so easily, but even he couldn’t hide the sparkle in his eyes when he watched the furious witch in front of him.
He likes her like this, Fleur realized. This fire inside of Hermione was something that Harry liked seeing.
How interesting.
Just to make sure her theory was sound, Fleur ever so casually stretched one of her legs out and rested it over top of Harry’s leg. With her transfigured clothing, she knew that stretching out her leg like that would hike up her already short skirt. Hermione’s eyes practically burst out of their skull when they caught a glimpse of Harry’s cum dripping out of Fleur’s wet pussy. That was enough to push her over the edge.
Fleur was surprised at just how fast Hermione moved. The younger girl lunged at her, forcing Fleur to throw herself off of the bed to avoid Hermione’s hands that had been going straight for her throat. She hit the floor hard, but she had trained for duels before. Fleur ignored the pain and jumped to her feet. Her wand slid smoothly into her hand, a curse on her lips when-
“Stop!” Harry shouted suddenly as Hermione looked ready to make another lunge at Fleur.
Fleur immediately stowed her wand. Surprisingly, Hermione stopped too. She stayed frozen on the bed on her hands and knees glaring at Fleur.
Harry got to his feet, and Fleur was delighted to see that his exposed cock was still rock hard and ready to go. She licked her lips as a hundred different ideas of how to get that wondrous thing back inside of her flickered through her mind.
But before any of her plans could be enacted, Harry rounded on her. “Why the hell are you here?” He asked sharply.
For a fleeting second, Fleur considered lying to him just like she’d lied to Cedric and Krum. But Harry was not like either of those men; he was something more. He was a man who could satisfy her, and he was the only one she’d ever met. She wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardize her place at his side.
“I came here to try to learn your plans for the third task and, if possible, sabotage them so I could win,” Fleur admitted honestly.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Harry groaned as he pinched the skin in between his eyebrows. “This tournament is really getting on my nerves.”
“If it’s any consolation,” Fleur said quickly. “I don’t want to sabotage you anymore.”
“No?” Harry snorted. “So you just changed your mind after I fucked you?” He said sarcastically.
Fleur nodded her head. “Exactly.”
“Harry-” Hermione began to speak but Harry shot her a look and she fell silent. He certainly had her on a tight leash. Ah, Fleur lit up, another idea to add to the list.
“Please explain this to me because I don’t seem to be following your logic,” Harry began. “You wanted to sabotage me so you could win the tournament, presumably. How did having sex with me get you that?”
“It didn’t,” Fleur answered. “But it got me something better.”
“Which is?” Harry prompted.
“A man who I can devote myself to. A man who’s so wonderful and perfect and everything I ever desired,” Fleur gushed. “Tell me, Harry, do you know much about Veela?”
Harry shifted his weight onto his other foot. “Not particularly.”
Few did. Fleur grew up surrounded by jealousy and hatred directed her way by virtue of her heritage; all of it was out of misplaced belief as to what Veela were. “Veela are inherently sexual beings,” Fleur began. “We are the most beautiful people in the world, and we relish in the opportunity to mate with a human who is special. We can’t simply be satisfied with normal men; we must find a man who has something inside of him that harmonizes with our magic. We do not know what it is, nor is there any way of determining who might have this special power inside of them. The only way to know for sure is to sleep with them.”
Harry listened to her words intently and, just as Fleur expected, he caught on quickly. “So you’re saying that I’m one of these special men?”
Fleur let out a throaty chuckle. “Did you not feel my pussy cumming around your cock as you fucked me?” Hermione growled at that, but Fleur ignored her. Right now, her eyes were solely focused on Harry. And his eyes were solely focused on her. “You were magnificent, and once I realized that, I knew that I had found the man who could completely. Some Veela go their entire lives without finding a man who can satisfy them. Those who are lucky enough to find one often dedicate themselves wholly to that man.”
Fleur’s legs were still a little wobbly as she dropped to her knees in front of Harry. His pupils dilated and his breathing deepened ever so slightly as she leaned a little closer to his exposed cock. It was pointing right at her face, and her mouth was just a couple feet away from it now. “I’d do whatever you asked of me,” Fleur told Harry, letting her gaze flicker down to his cock for just a moment before she looked back into his eyes. “All I ask in return is that you fuck me. I want you to fuck me as much as you can, anytime, anyplace.”
For a moment, all Harry did was stare down at her. Fleur did her best to make herself look as attractive and subservient as possible. She peered up at him through her perfect eyelashes, made her lips all nice and pouty so that he’d imagine them wrapped around his cock, and pushed her chest out, making it push the too-tight fabric around her to the breaking point. Then, after another second, his cock jumped.
“You can’t seriously be considering this!” Hermione suddenly shouted. She hopped off of the bed and onto her feet and strode over to Fleur. Fleur didn’t do anything to stop Hermione as she roughly grabbed a handful of Fleur’s beautiful blond hair and sharply yanked her head to the side. “She stunned me and left me in a closet!”
Harry’s eyes were still on Fleur’s face for another second before he looked up at Hermione. “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
Hermione huffed, knowing the answer as well as Fleur did. “No,” she reluctantly admitted. “But she did trick you into fucking her!”
“And it was better than anything you’ve ever done to him,” Fleur cut in sharply. “He told me himself he loved how especially tight my pussy wa-”
SMACK!
Fleur recoiled as Hermione’s hand smacked her across the face.
“Hermione!” Harry shouted. He darted forward and grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her away from Fleur who was busy righting herself back onto her knees. “Get a hold of yourself!”
“She’s a cruel bitch!” Hermione spat.
Harry led her over to the bed. “Look, you know as well as I do that you’re not the only one I fuck.”
“But-”
Harry didn’t let her interject. “She tricked me. Yes, that was wrong of her.” He suddenly turned and looked over at Fleur. “Right?” He asked pointedly.
Fleur didn’t regret her actions, not for a second, but she knew the answer he wanted. “Yes, I was wrong to trick you,” Fleur said quietly.
Harry nodded his head and turned back to Hermione. “And I forgive her for that, if she does what she’s told just like you do as you’re told.”
Hermione didn’t seem mollified by Harry’s words, in fact, she seemed just as angry as before. “She doesn’t deserve your forgiveness! Take her to McGonagall, to Dumbledore, to anyone! Tell them what she did and she’ll be out of this competition for good. They’ll declare you the winner and then we can move on to the real problem at hand.”
Unfortunately for Hermione, she couldn’t tell that Harry had already made up his mind. Fleur had seen it in the way his eyes lingered over her curves and the smile tinged with regret that he offered Hermione. He didn’t like hurting her like this, Fleur realized, but he was willing to do it if it meant he got Fleur.
Good.
Slowly, Harry shook his head from side to side. “Didn’t you hear her? She said she’d be mine; she’d do anything I asked of her, just like you do.”
“You have me,” Hermione pleaded, “you don’t need her!”
“There’s room enough for the both of you,” Harry stated firmly. “Fleur doesn’t have a problem with that,” he said, turning back to look at her. “Do you?”
Truthfully, Fleur did have a slight problem with that. She wasn’t jealous that Harry would fuck another woman, no, she was just upset that she’d have less time to fuck his brains out if he was busy with other witches. But, given how glorious he was, Fleur supposed that she could make the sacrifice.
That being said, it wasn’t like Hermione would be by Harry’s side like Fleur would be.
“No, I don’t,” Fleur said with a simpering smile. “In fact, I’d be quite happy to serve you in any way I can with Hermione’s help.”
“Good,” Harry nodded, turning back to Hermione. “She’ll serve me completely and that’s that.”
“I don’t like it,” Hermione muttered petulantly as she sagged on the bed.
“No one said you had to like it,” Harry said gently. He took a few steps closer to Hermione and cupped her face in his hands. “You’ll still listen to me and do what I say; none of that will change. I think you may even grow to like having Fleur around. After all, she might be able to help us with our problem.”
“What problem?” Fleur couldn’t help but ask.
“Something to worry about later,” Harry responded dismissively, not even bothering to look back at Fleur. Instead, his gaze was solely focused down at Hermione.
Fleur stayed on her knees, waiting for Harry to do or say anything, but he was too busy making doe eyes down at Hermione. That girl didn’t know how good she had it; what Fleur wouldn’t give to be in her position right now, having already served Harry for years. A pleasant shiver ran up Fleur’s spine. Merlin, she could just imagine the orgasms she’d have riding his cock. It was taking all of her willpower not to just jump him now.
“While I won’t be doing anything to Fleur about what she did,” Harry said to Hermione, “I do think that she needs to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Hermione hissed, shooting Fleur a baleful look.
“Good,” Harry grinned. “Then she can sit there and watch us as we do this.”
With that, Harry shoved Hermione back onto the bed. Hermione must have been used to this because she fell perfectly into position with her ass on the edge of the bed, her arms spread wide open, and her hair splayed out beautifully around her face. Hermione did look good, Fleur had to admit, but she knew that she did it better when she was polyjuiced. No one could match her sheer sensuality.
With precise, yet firm movements, Harry slid his hands up Hermione’s thighs. She spread her legs in understanding, widening them until Harry easily fit between them. Then, Hermione wrapped her heels around Harry’s waist.
Fleur watched as Harry’s hard, throbbing cock pressed up against Hermione’s panties. Her skirt had been flipped up, just as Harry flipped Fleur’s skirt earlier, and Fleur was at just the right height to get a perfect view of what was going on.
Seeing Harry’s cock press against Hermione sent a flare of desire through her. It should be her that Harry was touching, not this other woman. Her body craved him, even after the strong fucking he had just given her. She was satisfied yet, and she doubted she ever would be given just how incredible Harry was. She was a glutton, but her appetite would never be sated. That suited Fleur just fine though, as long as Harry was there to try to fulfill her desires.
As Harry started grinding against Hermione and she started letting out soft moans of delight as he groped her breasts through her shirt, Fleur wanted to look away. The fire inside of her core was growing stronger, and rubbing her thighs together could only provide so much relief.
When Harry pulled Hermione’s panties to the side and stuck his cock in her, Fleur couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hand dropped down between her legs and reached inside of her skirt to rub at her sopping wet pussy. It pulsed with want and need as Fleur’s fingers were coated in her overflowing juices. Fleur bit down on her lips to stop a moan and closed her eyes, imagining that it was Harry touching her. She stuck two of her fingers inside of herself—a poor approximation of Harry’s cock, Fleur thought sadly—and used the base of her hand to rub her clit. There was no need to be gentle with herself; her Veela heritage would let her body adapt to whatever was thrown at it. All that Fleur had to do was lose herself in her pleasure and everything would be just . . .
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Fleur’s eyes shot open and found Harry staring down at her with a stern expression on his face. He was stopped mid-thrust inside of Hermione, who looked torn between displeasure as Harry stopped fucking her and pure delight as Harry confronted Fleur.
“No,” Fleur said. She hadn’t expected him to stop her from this, after all, how many men would give up their life’s savings just to watch a Veela pleasure herself as Fleur was doing now? But then again, he did seem to be a demanding master to Hermione. Perhaps the same expectations would be applied to Fleur. Well, that was something she could deal with, as long as she got what she wanted in the end.
“Then stop it,” Harry ordered her. “You’re here to watch. This is a punishment, not a reward.”
Reluctantly, Fleur removed her fingers from her pussy. As they came out into the light, she could see just how wet she really was; her juices were dripping down her fingers and onto the back of her hand. No other man had ever come close to doing this to her.
When Fleur resettled herself, Harry nodded his head in approval. Then, he turned back to Hermione and went back to fucking her.
Hermione’s moans grew louder and louder very quickly—likely to show off in front of Fleur, she surmised. Each time Harry bottomed out in her, the brunette would let out a squeal of delight and throw her head back as though it was the greatest thing she’d ever felt. Fleur couldn’t fault her for that though; being fucked by Harry truly had been the greatest thing she’d ever experienced.
Rather than focus on Hermione though, Fleur tried to keep her attention on Harry. It was both a blessing and a curse. It made sitting here on her knees a lot more challenging, and it stoked her inner flames and her desire to simply tackle Harry to the floor and mount him like a common whore. However, it also gave Fleur an opportunity to learn more about Harry, his likes and dislikes, and how he would pleasure her in the future.
The first thing Fleur noticed was how dominant he was. She had experienced much of the same when he fucked her, but now, without the physical stimulus to addle her mind, Fleur was able to draw a much clearer picture of exactly how he acted. He was in full control: holding onto Hermione’s hips as he pounded into her, occasionally bringing his hands up to grope her breasts or choke her lightly. His thrusts were strong and powerful and he set an excellent pace as he went. It looked absolutely delightful.
Fleur could see that he especially liked the sounds Hermione made. Every time she made an incredibly erotic sound, Fleur saw his body tighten up just a bit as it got ready for an extra hard thrust into Hermione. The whole time too, his eyes were focused on Hermione’s pleasure-filled face. He loved seeing what he could do to her with his body.
Another shiver wracked Fleur’s body as her pussy ached to be touched. She hoped Harry would reward her after this; otherwise, she’d be in her room masturbating for hours to try to recreate the feelings she had when Harry was fucking her.
When Hermione suddenly let out a shriek and arched her back high off of the bed, Fleur knew that she had just had just came. Had Fleur looked like that when Harry made her cum? It looked glorious.
Harry wasn’t far behind her. He never stopped fucking Hermione through her orgasm, and when his butt tightened up and he made an unusually erratic thrust forward into Hermione, Fleur knew that he was being caught by the throes of his own orgasm. He let out that same growl, and his hand shot out and grabbed Hermione’s neck tightly. The girl’s eyes shot open and stared back into Harry’s as he choked her while he dumped his seed deep inside of her.
With a final shuddering breath, Harry stumbled backward out of Hermione. His cock was glistening, coated in a mixture of his cum and Hermione’s juices. He seemed dazed, as most men were after Fleur fucked them, but he regained his wits quickly. He gave one final look towards Hermione, who was panting on top of the bed and staring up at the ceiling with a bright smile on her face, before he made his way over to Fleur.
It wasn’t hard to tell what he wanted, not from the way he approached her and that lust-filled look in his eyes. Well, Fleur would give him exactly what he wanted, but as she had learned, she needed his direction first before she’d do anything.
Harry walked up to Fleur and got so close that his sticky cock poked her cheek. Still, Fleur didn’t react, and instead simply looked up at Harry, waiting for instructions.
“You said you’d do anything I asked of you, right?” Harry asked Fleur, his voice deeper and huskier than it had been before.
“Yes, I did,” Fleur said as her eyes locked onto his.
Harry didn’t hesitate. “Clean my cock off with your mouth.”
Fleur was already slobbering over his cock before he finished his command. She opened her mouth wide and took half of his cock inside of her mouth in a single motion before she started working her way down to the base of the shaft. By the way his cock was bouncing around in her mouth, Harry hadn’t been expecting her to be so forward or competent at this. Well, Fleur was never going to be anything less than perfect to him.
Harry’s cock filled her mouth and even went down into her throat. It was hot and wet, and Fleur made sure to lather it completely with her tongue. The mixture of Harry’s and Hermione’s fluids coated her mouth, and she eagerly drank it all down until she was sure that she had gotten every last drop.
Normally, she’d stop there. It was a nice after-meal treat for her whenever she was with a man who inevitably disappointed her in the bedroom. But Harry was something greater than them. He deserved more. So, Fleur kept going.
Fleur bobbed her mouth on Harry’s cock greedily, using every technique she had to pleasure him. She hummed around his cock, used her tongue to hit all of the erogenous zones he had, and kept her lips sealed tightly around his shaft while she applied a strong amount of suction. And, though it all, she kept her eyes open, looking up into his. His green eyes were beautiful, and they seemed enraptured in her pretty face as she sucked his cock.
“Enough,” Harry said suddenly. Fleur barely opened her mouth in time as Harry took a few stumbling steps back, breathing heavily. His cock was perfectly clean, other than the thin layer of Fleur’s saliva that now coated it. “Good,” he swallowed. “You did good.”
Fleur dipped her head ever so slightly. “Thank you, Harry. I can do that and so much more anytime you wish.”
There was a fraction of a second their where Fleur saw his mouth start to open. He wanted her. He wanted to take her right now, but he was holding himself back. He wanted to retain control, but he was struggling to do that.
Fleur’s predatory gaze watched Harry as he quickly stowed his cock back inside of his pants. Perhaps he wasn’t as in control as she had thought. She as willing to give herself over to him completely for sure, but if she could be the one in control, wouldn’t that be for the best?
The corners of Fleur’s lips curled upwards. This was going to be interesting.
