Animal Instinct- Part 3

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Tonks- Kennedy Claire Walsh

Hestia- Marilyn Melo

Fleur- Alla Bruletova

As Fleur made her way through Grimmauld Place, she could already hear the murmuring of voices coming from the kitchen. It seemed oddly subdued to her, all things considered.

As she opened the door, she was met with the many faces that made up the Order of the Phoenix. There were plenty of names, even after a few months as a member in her own right, that she still didn’t know.

William was the one who’d brought her in after they met at Gringotts. They’d briefly seen each other before that at the Triwizard Tournament, but they hadn’t even been introduced. Sitting beside his father, he brightened when he saw her, and she merely waved politely. She liked him well enough but wasn’t interested in him the way he seemed to be in her.

“Ah, Miss Delacour,” Professor Dumbledore greeted her, “we’re only waiting on one more then.”

Sirius coughed to get the man’s attention, “Albus, I don’t think Nymmie is going to be joining us.” Were his cousin actually there, he wouldn’t dare call her that, but he took his chances when they were given, “When I talked to her earlier, she was expecting to be… otherwise occupied.” Harry’s godfather said it with an entirely straight face, but there was something in his eyes that spoke of mischief… or amusement. But then, that seems to be his constant state of being.

Though, there was something else that Fleur couldn’t help but notice. Hestia Jones was at the end of the table almost hidden away in the corner, and she was blushing. Curious. Fleur couldn’t imagine the reason why. For her own part, she was rather disappointed to hear that Tonks wouldn’t be there. They’d become friends since she joined the Order and the woman had done a great deal to help her acclimatize to life in Britian.

Shaking herself, she sat down and looked around the table, “Where’s ‘Arry?” There were others missing as well, including Remus, but it seemed to her that Harry was the one who should undoubtedly be there. He’s the reason that we’re here.

“He’s much too young to be involved in all this.” Molly Weasley waved her off as though she were the authority on the matter.

“But ‘e wasn’t too young to fight a battle at ze ministry yesterday? And considering ‘ow well he ‘andled himself, it’s hard to make a case zat he is too young for anything.” It went brilliantly, and the whole wizarding world knew it. It was why she thought she’d be arriving to find a far happier group of witches and wizards.

“I will discuss everything pertinent with Harry later. For now, we should attend to the matter at hand.” He turned to his right, “Severus, what can you tell me?”

The man looked as though he’d swallowed curdled milk as he bit out, “The Dark Lord is licking his wounds. I’ve provided him with a number of salves and potions to help him in the process as requested.” She could tell from the looks on more than one face that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand why he would do such a thing. The Dark Lord had been teetering on outright defeat the previous night, and now he was on the mend because of Snape and Dumbledore’s stupid plans.

The potion’s master continued, unperturbed by the opinions of everyone else, “He has been raging and nearly tortured the Lestrange brothers into insanity in his fury. He believes that he merely underestimated Potter, and I’ve assured him that he’s nothing more than a mediocre student who’s gotten lucky, yet again.”

Fleur quirked one eyebrow and looked at Sirius. The older man looked ready to curse the greasy-haired spy but managed to contain himself. It took a great deal of effort not to comment about his obvious bias herself. Harry didn’t win the Triwizard Tournament against three skilled magicians with three more years of experience than he did by luck or chance. It was because he had the skill necessary to manage the feat. For someone used to excelling in most every aspect of her life, it was humbling… among other things.

“And what of Bellatrix?” Dumbledore questioned.

“She’s dead.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed that declaration, “And whatever Potter did to her, it wasn’t a quick or painless experience. No spell or potion myself or the Dark Lord could think of managed to save her.”

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer psychopath.” Sirius wasn’t the least bit upset by the death of his cousin. In fact, he was grinning from ear to ear.

Fleur had only heard about the battle in whispers and rumors at Gringotts that day. Many of the stories were outlandish, while others were far more believable. All she knew for sure was that Bellatrix had nearly killed both Nymphadora and Sirius, and Harry responded with a fury that left the others in the Ministry in awe. And managed to kill the most dangerous witch in Britian because of it.

“That is worrying.”

“Worrying?!” Of all the people she expected to speak up to the headmaster’s odd opinion, Arthur Weasley wasn’t one of them, but people could surprise you, “It’s brilliant news Albus, the whole battle has worked out better than we could’ve hoped!”

“I can see where you think that but…”

“But nothing, his most dangerous follower is dead. Malfoy is in Azkaban and can no longer fund him. He’s so furious at his own defeat, he’s harming the people who are loyal to him. The whole wizarding world knows that he’s back and as of this morning, Fudge has been ousted and Amelia Bones has taken his place. It feels as though Christmas has come early.” From the looks around the table, it was clear that nearly everyone agreed with Arthur.

“Exactly, injured, stripped of much of his financial support, without his most fervent supporters, and exposed to the world… Lord Voldemort is more dangerous now than ever. He has tasted defeat, quite the crushing one as you rightly pointed out, and he will want retribution.” Dumbledore spoke clinically as though it were as simple as informing them about the weather, “He will wait and plan, I’m sure, but that will only buy us so much time.

“Then we should hope that Harry is there to meet him the next time he decides to poke his head out.” Hestia rarely spoke up in these meetings, but this time it grabbed the attention of everyone there. Molly Weasley looked incensed while many others, and even Sirius, nodded their heads in agreement.

“I would prefer that he keep himself out of harms way.” Dumbledore sounded horribly tired, “Though I can only do so much where Harry is concerned. He has a way of getting himself into these situations despite my best efforts.”

The meeting continued for nearly another hour. There were discussions about alliances with the giants, the werewolves, vampires, merpeople, even the veela. Then they had to discuss the summer guard duties for Privet Drive, and finally Dumbledore informed them, “There will no longer be patrols around the Department of Mysteries. The information that Voldemort sought isn’t there anymore.” He gave one of his grandfatherly smiles, “Now, that is all for the evening. Thank you all for coming.”

Snape was the first person out of the room and away from headquarters. There were plenty of others who popped away just a few seconds later. But there were others that milled about to chat.

Fleur vaguely heard Sirius say to Hestia, “Of course, you know the way. No one else ever uses the room but you.”

Anything else they were discussing was lost as William approached her, “Fleur… hey, I didn’t see you at the bank today.”

“It was a busy day. People were razzer worried after yesterday’s events.” It was true. There were a number of witches and wizards who’d withdrawn considerable sums over the course of the day. They were worried, that other than the Ministry, one of Voldemort’s first targets would be the bank. She’d barely had the chance to take a lunch break, much less had the time to speak with the Curse-Breaker.

“I know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many people at Gringotts before.” William gave her a smile, the sort that she was sure many girls had found enticing over the years, “You mentioned that you were looking to work on your English…” She had, though it wasn’t meant as an open invitation, “I was wondering if you would maybe be interested in doing that over lunch?”

Most women would’ve been happy to accept such an invitation from a handsome man like William. She could think of at least three who worked at Gringotts at that very moment who would likely swoon at the very idea, but there was something that gave her pause. Perhaps it was the fact that she heard some rumors about how he’d treated relationships in the past, even with fellow curse-breakers, or maybe it was the fact that there was nothing about him that seemed to make the deeper part of her, the veela part, sing. Or maybe it was the fact that she could see his mother scowling at their conversation from over his shoulder, and she had no interest in dealing with an overbearing hen.

“Zat is very kind, but my English ‘as been improving rather quickly, non? When you are immersed in it daily, it becomes easier.” She had a great deal of experience over the years when it came to rejecting men. With many of them, she could be downright cruel. The bumbling, allure-addled fools who threw themselves at her without an ounce of wit in their heads didn’t deserve any better. She was sure that William’s brother was one such victim in the past.

But the elder Weasley brother was different. While she wasn’t interested, he deserved a more gracious refusal than many others. To his credit, he took it in stride, “Of course, you’re right… but if you ever change your mind, just let me know.”

“I’ll do zat.” She gave him a small smile which he returned.

It was than that his mother could no longer help herself and decided to butt in, “Bill, sweetheart, were you not going to pop back to the Burrow with us and take a second look at the new wards.” Molly barely even glanced in her direction as she rested a hand on his arm. Fleur wasn’t sure if it was her heritage or merely the fact she was French that bothered the older woman, but she didn’t have the patience to find out.

He shook himself and looked at his mother, “Yeah, yeah, coming… just wanted to say goodbye to Fleur.” He gave her one more smile, “Hope I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe things won’t be quite as busy?”

“Oui.” With that, his mother pulled him away. They left the kitchen, and she heard the whooshing of fire as they surely flooed away.

Fleur’s own apartment wasn’t equipped with a floo, so she made her way toward the front door. As she passed the stairs, there was something that stopped her. There was a tingle in the air, a charge of electricity that felt entirely out of place in the drab confines of Grimmauld Place. Every instinct in her body was telling her to follow it.

Without even realizing it, she listened to that instinct. In a few short seconds she was on the first-floor landing, and then up further to the second floor. It was there that she felt that pull grow stronger. There were half a dozen doors down the nearest corridor, and one of them was closed. There was something about that room that drew her in.

As she reached for the handle, she almost stopped herself. It was an invasion of privacy, something that she deeply valued in her own life, but that drive from somewhere deep within simply couldn’t be ignored.

As she turned the handle and glanced through the crack in the door, she truly didn’t know what to expect. Slick… Slick… It was an all too familiar sound, one that she’d heard many times echoing in her own room as she took her pleasure into her own hands.  

Hestia Jones was lying on the bed, her trousers unbuttoned and pushed just far enough around her hips to allow for easier access. Her fingers were slipped beneath the band of her simple, white cotton knickers as she plunged her fingers into her obviously dripping slit at a steady rhythm.

My, she didn’t waste any time. Fleur honestly thought she said it to herself, and on later reflection she was sure that she did. But regardless, Hestia became very much aware of her presence as her eyes snapped open and she pulled her hand out of her knickers as though she’d been shocked.

“Fleur… I…”

“Forgot a Locking Charm,” She had no intention of teasing the flustered woman any more than necessary, “Sorry, ‘Estia, I didn’t mean to intrude.” It was only then that she heard it… an absolutely carnal moan that spoke of pure pleasure. That noise sent a shiver down Fleur’s spine and made the veela within sing.

Hestia’s eyes widened in panic, and she tried to find wherever the noise was coming from. It was obviously invisible and before she managed to close her hand around it Fleur heard a voice, a man’s and one that she was sure that she recognized, and beneath it, the telltale sounds of skin smacking against skin in between, “Mine… Smack… to protect… Smack…to love… Smack…”  The next words as well as another body-tingling moan were muffled as Hestia’s hand closed around her invisible listening device.

Leaving was now the furthest thing from Fleur’s mind. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her and approached the bed. Hestia was almost cowering from her, but then the room filled with her allure and she was suddenly looking at her with adoration instead, “’Estia,” her voice was angelic, “is zat, ‘Arry?”

She stared at her, mouth slightly opened, words seemingly unable to be found in her stupor, but she nodded without hesitation, “You ‘ave been spying on him?” She nodded again, as the muffled sounds of passionate sex emanated from her hand, “’ow long?”

The allure receded then just enough for Hestia to regain her bearings, she groaned in defeat, knowing that there was no lying, “Since January, I… spied on them at the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade…”

“Who’s zem?”

“Harry and… Tonks.” Fleur couldn’t help but giggle at the news. I suppose that’s why she wasn’t able to make it to the meeting. Seems like she’s having a much better time than any of us.

Fleur cupped her cheek, running her thumb along her soft skin. The auror whimpered at her touch as she rubbed her thighs together, “You’ve been a naughty little voyeur ever since, ‘aven’t you?”

Letting her hand drift lower, she palmed one of Hestia’s pert breasts. As she arched into her touch, she rasped out, “Yes… I can’t stop…”

“’ow are you doing it?” Fleur’s eyes were fixed on her hand as she continued to hide her little secret.

Offering it up, Hestia explained with a blush on her cheeks, “After everything that happened yesterday, I just had a feeling they’d be…” She didn’t need to explain as they heard Tonks scream out in orgasm, “and I bought an Extendable Ear from the Weasley Twins, made a few alterations, and… installed it in their room.”

It made sense now. From everything she’d heard, Harry had been a force of nature after both Tonks and Sirius nearly died. During her time at Hogwarts, she’d learned enough about him to know that he was beyond a normal wizard. The veela part of her had been screaming it from the moment they met. Since then, she’d learned that it was because he had a rare case of lycanthropy, and clearly, someone had attacked his mate. Seems that he’s doing a good job of reminding himself that he protected her.

Honestly, Fleur thought the devious voyeur had been truly brilliant. She knew that it was wrong, but those sounds were too enticing to deny. Biting her bottom lip, Fleur had a war within herself. She knew the right thing to do was destroy the Ear, and probably tell Harry and Tonks too, but the increasingly horny voice, drive by the veela within her, wouldn’t allow that.

It became a lost battle when she heard the sex drunk screams as Tonks came undone again, “Oh… goddess… Harry… so fucking good…”

“Mind if I join you?” Whatever Hestia was expecting, that clearly wasn’t it.

“Oh… no…” She scooted over on the bed and made room for Fleur. Laying beside the brunette auror, she made herself comfortable. Leaning their heads together on the pillow, they listened intently to the audio from the Extendable Ear.

“Fuck… oh… oh…” Tonks’ whimpers came with every crashing of Harry’s hips against her, “Please cum for me… fill me up again.”

Fleur’s fingers paused as they traveled down to her wet womanhood. She looked to Hestia and found that the woman was already back to plugging her honeypot. Noticing Fleur’s attention was on her, she didn’t stop as she asked, “’ow many times as ‘e finished?”

“I don’t…” she bit her lip as she hit a particularly pleasant spot within herself, “I don’t know… but I’ve never seen him go less than four times… and that’s when they were in a hurry.”

Four… Most Veela would be lucky if a man could give them one round of honest pleasure thanks to the allure. Many were too weak to even enter them without losing themselves, even the ones they chose would have a difficult time. But here was Harry with a metamorph putting her in a state of utter euphoria.

“Mine… All mine… no one can hurt you…” His voice was a growl, primal and possessive. It was the wolf, she was sure. It was enough to send liquid heat right to her core.  Fleur’s fingers dipped underneath her skirt to find her covered sex. Pulling the soaked silk to the side, she stretched herself with two slender fingers.

They listened together, each of them diddling their pussies as their friend was right and properly ravaged. Every whimper, every gasp, every moan, every filthy exultation, and whispered word of love and lust drove them closer to their own peaks.

She felt soft skin against her arm, and she leaned into the warmth of it. They were both so caught up in their own desires that they slowly drifted closer. Neither of them wanted to miss one word, and that meant being as close to the Ear as humanly possible. Since Hestia didn’t flinch away, neither did she.

It was surely the sheer sensuality of the moment that made her do it. It was daring all the same, but Hestia just let it happen as Fleur’s hand drifted down her stomach to her squelching heat. Then her dainty digits found that oversensitive bundle of nerves that every woman adored and the auror was gasping for air. Fleur shuddered as Hestia used her free hand to return the favor.

So, as they rested against each other, each of them helping the other along the way, Fleur could hear as the couple drew closer, as Harry’s breathing became that little bit heavier, as Tonks’ pleas became just that little bit more delirious. Then there was his grunt, deep and hoarse as Tonks squealed.

There were whispered words, soft enough that they could barely hear. But they could just make out Tonks’ cooing,  “That’s it, love… let it all out.”

Even knowing that the room was silenced, Fleur turned her head to bite down on the pillow as her pussy throbbed and pulsated around her plunging fingers.

Hestia was close behind, mewling cutely as she pumped her fingers back and forth slow with each new jolt of pleasure. Fleur was still recovering when she heard a tired, incredulous Tonks through the Ear, “Again? Already?” She sounded exhausted, but very willing based on the giddy giggle.

Now, considering they’d already done it once, Fleur saw no harm in making herself more comfortable, though it was hard to get ‘more comfortable’ when she was still riding high from her last climax, and settling in for another round. But considering how close their voyeuristic interests were, she thought she had a better idea.

Hopping out of the bed, she turned to Hestia, “Come wizz me.”

In a snap, Hestia went from blissed out in her own world to very much alert, “What? Where?”

“To ‘Arry and Tonks, of course.”

“What?” The brunette almost fell over as she got out of the bed, forgetting that she’d pushed her trousers to her knees. As she struggled to get them back up, she asked, “Are you mad?”

“Non, I am ‘orny.” Fleur said with a confidence that just seemed so effortless on a veela, “And if zey are going to give me a show, I’d like to see it as well.”

“Oh… so you are mad.” Tonks moaned through the Ear and Hestia lost her train of thought.

“You can stay here and continue as you ‘ave, but I want more.” She didn’t even care that some of her juices were running down the inside of her thighs as she made her way out of the room.  Fleur smiled to herself as she heard Hestia hurry to follow her.

Harry’s room was on the same floor and down around the corner. As she came to stand in front of it, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. There were a few moments of silence in the corridor before it opened.

“Finally decided to… Fleur?” Tonks eyes widened when she spotted the part-veela. She’d answered the door completely unabashed. There really was no other way to put it, she looked wonderfully well-fucked.

Her hair was in its usual pink but tousled. She had a sheen of sweat on her smooth skin.  Her breasts were a bit bigger than she usually kept them and she was flushed across her chest form her, as they both knew, many climaxes. Her little slit was dripping with Harry’s thick cum. It was clear that he’d pumped her full of a ridiculous amount that left Fleur’s mouthwatering and pussy throbbing. There was a trail of girlcum that ran all the way down to her toes.

Tonks noticed Hestia standing behind her and giggled, “Oh… this is perfect.” She opened the door to reveal Harry sitting on the bed looking like a predator ready to pounce. His manhood jutted out from his hips, hard and eagerly awaiting another round, “Come in then, don’t need the whole house to find out what we’re up to.”

Both young women hurried in, and as the door closed behind them. Fleur couldn’t help but think she might’ve bitten off more than she could chew. But something tells me that I’ll enjoy trying.