Maid for a Day

AN: Never surprising when Fleur wins, let's be honest haha. Hope you enoy!

Casting-

Fleur- Alla Bruletova

In the aftermath of the tournament, and more importantly, Voldemort’s return, he’d been certain that he’d spend another miserable summer with the Dursleys and more importantly, the wards there. ‘Because despite being a brilliant expert in dark magic there’s no way that Tom could find a way around them.’ And for the first day, that was certainly true.

Everyone seemed to be perfectly aware of his horrid home life, not that you could really call it a home, and yet they did nothing. Sirius was the only one who had a truly visceral reaction to his circumstances, but he was unable do anything about it thanks to his own situation.

Well, as it turned out, he’d finally told somebody who not only wanted to help but had the means as well. Not to mention they didn’t let some placating words from Albus Dumbledore serve as a deterrent from doing what was right.

That was how, on the second day of his summer holiday, he found two men, one of whom he vaguely recognized, standing on the other side of the door to Number Four.  Petunia was having tea gossiping with the other local harpies about something or another while his cousin was no doubt terrorizing kids five years younger than him just for the fun of it.

It left him alone to open the door, “Can I help you?” He didn’t take them for magicals, they were dressed much too reasonably to consider it.

“’Arry Potter, it iz good to see you again.” The accent was enough to trigger his memory and Harry recognized him as Jacques Delacour, Fleur’s father. In all fairness, the stout older man was easy to overlook for a teenage boy when he was near his wife and daughter, so Harry had only ever given him the barest of recognition the few times he’d seen him.

“Mr. Delacour, I don’t think we actually met.”

He chuckled, his accent wasn’t nearly as thick as his daughter’s, “No, that iz true. But I ‘ave ‘eard nothing but the best from my daughters and given everything you’ve done for them, I can’t say I blame them. It only right that I take the time to offer my own thanks.”

Harry never did well with compliments, and he shuffled awkwardly, “Thank you, sir.”

“Jacques.”

“Thank you, Jacques, but didn’t have to come all this way just to thank me.” He knew he looked a bit of a mess. Sleep hadn’t been coming the easiest since the night of the third task. ‘Not that anybody would sleep well when they watched one of their classmates get murdered right in front of them… among other things’

“Ah, but I did.” He glanced around the foyer, “Would it be alright if we come in. It may be easier considering there is someone keeping watch on your house underneath an invisibility cloak just down the street.”

That was news to Harry, and it infuriated him. ‘The wards are so good that they need to have me under watch, huh?’ He didn’t see any harm inviting the men in so stepped to the side and gestured them toward the sitting room, “Sure, don’t see why not.”

“Thank you.” The two men stepped past him, both eying the home that Petunia was so very proud of rather critically.

Once they sat, his English sensibilities couldn’t stop him from offering, “Tea?”

“No, that’s alright, ‘Arry.” Jacques told him, “I’m ‘oping this will only be a short visit.”

“Right… so what else did you need to say then?” He knew his bluntness was rather rude, but he didn’t have the patience for games at that moment, especially knowing that he was being spied on, or guarded, at that very moment.

If he was offended, Jacques didn’t show it, “Well, Fleur told of some rather concerning things involving both you and your home life and the events at the end of that retched tournament.” The look on his face made his distaste for the event clear for anyone to see.

Harry fidgeted uncomfortably. While he had no problem telling anyone who needed to hear it about Voldemort’s return, his home life was an entirely different thing. He hadn’t told Fleur any of the specifics, but it had clearly been enough to make her discuss it with her father, “It’s nothing, really.”

Jacques snorted, “The return of one of the most dangerous Dark Lords in the last millennium is nothing?” Clearly, they were more focused on two different things.

“Oh… well, yes, I suppose it is.” That was an understatement.

“While it might appear to be a wholly British problem, I can assure you, it isn’t. Voldemort wasn’t content with keeping ‘is antics solely to this island the last time around, and I doubt ‘e will be now either.” It was amazing just how little Harry knew about the previous war considering he’d been instrumental in ending the bloody thing, “And I don’t know if Fleur shared this with you, but I’m the ‘ead of what would equate to your Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so you can see how I ‘ave a vested interest in getting to the bottom of these claims.”

Unlike with Fudge, Jacques didn’t appear to be accusing him of anything, “I’d be happy to tell you everything I know.” While he couldn’t necessarily get the British Ministry on his side, there was no harm in get France’s.

“Yes, and I will be ‘appy to ‘ear it.” Jacques assured him, “But not ‘ere. This place is entirely too vulnerable. The wards are fragile, and rather meaningless should the Dark Lord choose to attack you directly.”

“Why’s that?” It always seemed like a rather flimsy argument to keep him there at the best of times, but it was good to hear it coming from someone else.

“He doesn’t need to step foot in this ‘ouse to set fire to it, ‘Arry. ” It sounded so simple, Harry had a hard time believing that Dumbledore had never thought of it, “A Fidelious Charm would be far more effective.”

“So… where would you like to go then?” Obviously, he had somewhere else in mind.

Jacques smiled, “Well, I figure it iz easy enough to kill two birds with one stone. We can get you out from under your relatives’ roof, which will please Fleur greatly, and we can get you somewhere properly safe, and no one will be any the wiser.”

“Didn’t you say there’s someone watching me?”

“That’s where Pierre comes in.” He gestured to the man who up until then had been completely silent, “He works for me in the department and has agreed to serve as your double for the summer.”

“I hope you’re paid well, mate because it’s going to be bloody miserable.” Harry was something of an authority on that. His only hope was that he’d get pulled out sooner rather than later. The man only snorted in response.

“Fortunately for Pierre, he won’t be limited by being underage.” Jacques reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a vile of familiar looking liquid, “All I need from you, iz some of your ‘air.”

Maybe it was naïve to be so trusting, but placing his trust in Dumbledore hadn’t gotten him anywhere over the course of the last year, ‘or longer for that matter’, so it seemed as good a time as any to move it elsewhere. Reaching for the top of his head, he winced as he pulled a few dark strands of hair out before handing them over to Jacque. He popped the stopper on the vial and placed a single hair into the potion before stowing the others in a small magical pouch.

Handing the concoction over to Pierre, they both watched as he took a drink. Not all of it, obviously, because he would need enough to maintain the façade. A few short seconds later, there were two Harry’s sitting in the room.

What really caught him off guard was when he spoke, “Goodness, how do you see?” It was a near perfect recreation of his voice.

Jacques noticed his reaction and explained as he handed his doppelganger a pair of glasses identical to his own, “Pierre is an expert at languages, particularly accents. It makes ‘im a valuable asset.” Pierre headed off to the bathroom to take off his now odd-fitting clothing.

“And you think wasting him here is the best thing to do?” It was said with more snark than was necessary considering the man was helping him.

Jacques took it in stride probably because he’d spent years dealing with a teenage daughter, “It isn’t a waste, trust me. Voldemort’s return demands further investigation, particularly if your Ministry is blind to it. We French will not be caught flatfooted because of their shortsightedness. So, for the moment, there isn’t anything more important ‘e could be doing.”

“Alright, what now then?” Harry was just happy that someone in a position of power was taking the situation seriously. ‘Well, someone besides Dumbledore.’ Pierre returned then and handed his own clothes to Harry. He didn’t question where Pierre got clothes that looked so much like his own in the meantime.

“Now, you go and get whatever you need, take this,” he offered him a vial of Polyjuice potion of his own, “and join me down in the foyer when you’re ready.” If it meant getting out of the Dursley’s he would do it fast as he could. A few short minutes later, after downing the unpleasant potion and making sure that Hedwig flew off before he left, he came down looking like Pierre with his trunk in tow. Jacques was frowning at the door to the cupboard under the stairs. Or more specifically, the locks that were on it.

“Ready whenever you are.” Whatever his opinions on that matter, the older man decided not to comment.

“Very good. Just follow me and act natural.” He shrunk down his chest before they left and stored it in his pocket. They walked to his car in the front drive and headed away from Number Four without a soul any the wiser he was gone.

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Two months, two of the best months of his life are what followed, all spent in a coastal town in France. There was a part of him that was still frustrated because his friends hadn’t sent him a single letter the entire summer but given the company he was kept daily, he barely noticed.

Fleur sat across from him, in a light blue summer with white flowers on it. Her silver-blonde hair was back in a loose ponytail, and she had a white headband across the top of her hair. She looked beautiful but that wasn’t anything new. The dress had a modest neckline, but still left just a hint of her impressive cleavage. It came to just above her mid-thigh and left her long, sun-kissed legs on display. The French witch was biting her lower lip in a way that he could only describe as adorable, strikingly blue eyes darting around the board set out in front of them.

All Harry could do was watch her with a soft smile on his face. He found himself doing that more than was probably appropriate, but he couldn’t help it. The young woman that he once thought of as haughty and insufferable had proven to be one of best people he’d had the pleasure of meeting. ‘Just a few short days of properly getting to know each other at the end of term, and she took it upon herself to help take care of me better than people who’ve known me for years.’

She was funny in her own way, even if it could be quite biting, intelligent, kind, particularly to the people she cared about, and fiercely, fiercely loyal. She could be brash and to the point, but he’d found that he appreciated those qualities as well.  Between that and the fact that she was more strikingly beautiful than any cover model he’d ever seen it was hard not to be just a little bit in love with her.

The fact that she’d kept her summer free just to ensure that she could spend time with him only made it that much easier.

Keeping those feelings to himself felt like a losing battle some days but he managed. His self-confidence was in a better place than he could ever remember. Between his growth spurt, bolstered by the nutrient potions that he didn’t know Apolline and Fleur had been slipping him, a new wardrobe that properly fit, and some magical lessons that he was excelling at, it wasn’t surprising. But he still felt like the young woman across from him was still miles out of his league.

It was just the two of them, alone, for the week. Jacques was with ICW representatives at their yearly summit, presenting evidence with regards to Voldemort’s return while Apolline had taken Gabby to visit the nearest veela conclave. It was something that Fleur normally did, too but considering he wasn’t actually a part of their family, despite his preternatural ability to resist the allure, he wasn’t invited. So, Fleur volunteered to stay behind just to keep him company. “Because she just had to be thoughtful.’ He wasn’t complaining but, there was only so much one young man could take before he died of sensory overload.

Nodding to herself, Fleur took hold of one of her bishops and moved it across the board. The moment she dropped it into place he took hold of his knight and moved it into position, “That’s mate.” One of the best things about being friends with Ron over the years was that he had learned a thing or two about chess. ‘Say what you want about him, but there’s no denying he’s good when sitting down at the board.’

With her brow furrowed she looked over the board before huffing, “Zat is… just…” She couldn’t seem to find the words, “I want to play again.”

He could only chuckle, “I’ve beat you the last three times we played…”

“I will make sure it isn’t four, ‘Arry.” There was a stoney determination there. She wasn’t a woman used to losing, though she’d gotten a heavy dose of it over the course of the last year with the tournament, “And… zis time we put somezzing on it.”

“We don’t need to wager anything Fleur,” Harry told her.

“Non, we don’t but we’re going to anyway because it will give me ze motivation I need to win.” There was a glint in her eye, one that he couldn’t quite place.

As he reset the board, he just shrugged his shoulders, “Alright then, what do you have in mind?” He knew her well enough at this point that she wasn’t insipid enough to suggest money.

Tapping her chin in the thought, it came to her with a smile, “Whoever wins can have ze loser do anything they want in payment.” A litany of lewd things flashed through his mind at the very suggestion, but he buried them down before it caused him any embarrassment.

Deciding confidence was the best route to take, he looked her right in the eye and told her, “You’re on.”

It was their longest match, but Harry managed to win first by forking her king and rook with a knight and finishing it discover, double check using one of his knights and the queen. When he leaned back in his seat, he expected to see her disappointed but instead, she was eyeing him in a way that was more than friendly. A way that he was surely imagining, “Well, zere it iz, you win again.” She hunched forward slightly and played with the rim of her wine glass, “So, I’m yours to command, what would you like me to do?”

‘So, many bloody things it’s hard to nail down just one.’ But there was an incredibly loud voice in his head insisting that he was reading things wrong, that insisted voicing even one of those thoughts would alienate him from the French witch. So, even as he blushed with those thoughts running through his mind, he blurted out, “My chores tomorrow… you can do my chores tomorrow, nothing too bad.”

Apolline and Jacques didn’t ask a lot of them, simply cleaning up after themselves, keeping their rooms tidy, all the other incidental little things that were necessary for a house to remain well organized. And unlike at the Dursleys, he wasn’t the only person in the house who had to take care of such things. With her parents gone, they’d kept up on everything.

For the briefest of moments, he thought he saw a flash of frustration on her face but as quickly as it was there, it disappeared. Only to be replaced by a sly up turn of her lips, “Of course, ‘Arry, I’ll be sure to take care of zat for you.”

The rest of the day went by as normal. And when he went to sleep that night, he was none the wiser to what the next day would bring.

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Fleur snapped one last thing into place. The silk of her stockings felt fantastic on her smooth legs, The skirt she was wearing barely went below the curve of her peachy bum, and she knew all it would take was bending over to reveal the skimpy white panties covering her sex. The top of her outfit had a line just beneath her bust that made her already impressive, or downright perfect, tits standout that much more prominently.

The outfit was in the traditional black and white, and that was where the similarities stopped. Hers was far more risqué, meant to capture the eye. ‘Well, the eye of one person in particular.’ Fleur knew she looked incredible. And that was exactly what she intended.

When she made the wager with Harry the day before, she intended to win, even if he was a far better player than she ever would have guessed. And she knew exactly what she would’ve asked for if she won. It included Harry between her thighs, first his tongue and then his cock because there was no denying after his heroics in the tournament followed by a summer spent with him that she wanted him, badly. ‘He is far from the little boy I thought of him at the start of that horrid tournament.’

And Fleur was certain that Harry felt the same way. So, when he managed to beat her despite her best efforts, she expected him to ask for something much the same. Her between his knees, or bouncing on his lap, or splayed out underneath him. ‘But of course, he wouldn’t, it is Harry. I should have known better.’

It was difficult to hide her disappointment when instead of doing what he wanted to do, he simply asked her to take care of his chores the next day. As quickly as it came though, it was cast aside by a plan. And this was the culmination of it. Fleur was looking forward to teasing him mercilessly, all damn day if it was necessary, until his resolve was broken. With a mischievous giggle she headed down to the kitchen and made breakfast.

By the time she was done there was a proper French spread waiting for him. He’d come to appreciate some of the finer things since his arrival in their home. As if on cue, she heard footsteps approaching the doorway. Just as the sound reached the doorway, she stood up on tiptoes to reach for one of the serving dishes. It left the bottom of her cheeks right there for Harry to see as he stepped inside. From the heavy breath and the barely suppressed groan, she knew that it had the desired effect.

She could feel the heat of his gaze as he took in every inch of her, “Fleur… uhm… what… are you…” She suspected he was going to ask about her outfit, but stopped himself, “What’s all this?”

“You’ve been so good about breakfast since my parents left, I zought it counted as one of your chores, too.” Grabbing the dish, she turned to him with a big grin.

“Oh… uhm… thank you… it looks lovely.” He hurried to his seat as she started putting food on both of their plates. He tried so hard not to look, but as she leaned over him to place a crepe on his plate, he couldn’t help but glance down her top. ‘Things are already going perfectly.’ From the way he moved his hips to try and hide the growing bulge in his pajamas, she could tell she was having the desired effect.

It took great effort to hide her self-satisfied smile.

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‘Is she trying to bloody torture me!’ Harry was hurrying toward his room in the Delacour Estate just trying to get a reprieve. When he woke up that morning, and headed down for breakfast, he thought for sure that he was still dreaming. He wasn’t too proud to admit that he’d pictured the attractive young woman wearing something quite like her skimpy outfit more than once. ‘Never thought I’d get a chance to see it in person though.’

As a result, he’d spent the entire morning, and early afternoon half-hard at best, tongue-tied, and flushed. ‘And there doesn’t seem to be any way of escaping her!’ It was maddening. Everywhere he went, Fleur was there flaunting her impossibly sexy body.

He was treated to a bevy of wonderful sights. Her bum, her legs, her tits, all complete with a knowing little smirk that was driving him mental. And he was sure that she was getting just that little bit closer than was necessary every time she needed to do something, brushing her silky-smooth skin against him every chance she got. There was only so much one person could take before they broke, and he felt well past that point.

Closing the door behind him, harder than he meant to in his haste, he laid down on the bed and pushed his trousers down just far enough to free his hard prick. He didn’t think he’d ever seen it so desperate, but then that wasn’t really surprising. ‘I’ve never been teased relentlessly for hours on end before.’

The veins were popping out along his shaft, and he swore he could see the blood pumping through it. His flared crown was an urgent purple. He moaned low in his throat, and closed his eyes as he wrapped his hand around himself. He was so engrossed in finding some relief that he didn’t notice the door silently opening. Though that was largely because Fleur was smart enough to silence it before she opened it.

“’Arry, I ‘aven’t gotten to your room yet, please don’t make too much of a mess.” His eyes snapped open, and he found the subject of all his pent-up desires leaning against the doorframe, eyes hungrily locked onto his pulsating prick.

Trying to cover himself, he babbled as he sat up, “Fleur… it’s… uh… it’s not what it looks like.”

That only made her smirk as she stepped into the room. The air became thick with her allure and her blue eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them, “Non? You weren’t tugging on your putain de cheval coq because I’ve been teasing you all day?”

That caught him off guard and he forgot about his efforts to cover himself up as he stared at her dumbfounded, “That’s… not tr…” The words got caught in his throat as she dragged one of her nails along his length.

“C’est vrai.” She was staring intently into his eyes as she took a hold of his cock, and it was pure chance that he didn’t pop off with just that, “Do you know how I know zat it’s true ‘Arry? Because I’m no better.” To prove her point she lifted the bottom of her skirt up to reveal the tiny pair of knickers covering her sex. They were drenched in her arousal, the white material clinging to her lips so tightly he could make out her slit, “I’ve been wet all day zinking you were going to break and bend me over ze nearest table… use my pussy until you got ze release you… so… desperately… need.”

She giggled as he pulsed in her hand, and he was beyond the point of being embarrassed at that point. The only thing he needed was some release. Her voice was husky with her own desire as she place one dainty hand against his chest and pushed him back, “I’m your maid today, ‘Arry, let me make sure you don’t make a mess.”

That sounded like the best idea he’d ever heard. What he wasn’t expecting was for Fleur to throw her legs over his head, “Zis seems like a comfy place to seet while I take care of you.”

Her smell was magnificent. It left his mouth watering, and there was no chance he was going to sit there and be an idle observer while she took care of him. He peeled the gusset of her panties away from her slit, dripping with her sticky nectar, as he felt the most amazing sensation of his entire life. There was nothing that compared, not even flying, to the sensation of Fleur Delacour’s mouth wrapped around his cock.

A big bead of precum seeped out of his cock and her tongue captured it instantly. The moan it caused sent sweet vibrations right through him. Fearing he wouldn’t last long, Harry took hold of Fleur’s perfectly sculpted arse cheeks and pulled her pussy down against his mouth.  ‘This isn’t going to bloody help!’

The taste of her was even better than the smell. Her liquid heat was decadent, like the finest treat he’d ever had, and it did nothing to really distract him from his own pleasure, it merely amplified it.  Tentatively, he swiped his tongue along her bare, bright pink pussy.

If he were to guess, it caught her by surprise because she suddenly pushed all the way down his cock until he felt the tight, flexing confines of her throat, and her lips kissing against his crotch. He took that as a good sign and kept flicking and licking with his dexterous appendage, making sure to trace every moan, whimper, and twitch it drew from the gorgeous girl.

His efforts only spurred her on. She bobbed along his entire length, her lips kissing his base every time. In all honesty, he didn’t know how he held out as long as he did, but it was a losing battle. The only thing he wanted was to make sure that Fleur managed to get off too.

There was a hard little nub that he noticed caused some particularly visceral responses from Fleur, so he decided to latch onto it and suck… hard. Her whole body tensed, and he felt her bum flex violently in his grip as he lashed at her with his tongue. There was a gush of her sweet, slick juices. He swallowed it like a man dying of thirst as her legs shook against his ears.  Her already prodigious skill went to another level when she recovered a few seconds later and there was no holding back.

His entire body went rigid as his cock pulsed. Fleur rested his crown right on her tongue as he released rope after rope of thick cum right into her eager mouth. She swallowed more than once to keep up with him before he finally relaxed.

Pulling off with a pop, she kissed his tip one last time and slapped against her chin before she sat up. Her voice was muffled by her full thighs, but he could still hear her, “I’d say I did a good job, ‘Arry. Didn’t even spill a drop.”

Her hand was beating away at his still hard member. It was obvious that they weren’t nearly done, and after the day of teasing he’d suffered through, he decided that it was time for a little revenge. With his hands on her hips, he slid out from underneath her. Then with surprising ease, he turned her around and pushed her onto her stomach. Gripping the back of her lewd outfit he pulled. It ripped in two easily and revealed her lovely back.

Squealing with excitement, she didn’t seem to mind his manhandling of her. Instead, she was delighting in it. She tried to push up onto her knees, but he kept her right where she was with a hand on her lower back. It was a work of art in its own right, her dimples just begging to have his fingers sunk into them. He slapped his cock down on her bum and watched it jiggle. She wiggled  her bottom back into him in response.

Pressing his swollen glands against her taut lips, they hugged it in a way that was indescribable. It was something that no human could hope to achieve, but somehow, he managed to restrain himself from sinking into those inviting depths. When she tried to push up and take him inside of her, he forced her back down.

“S’il vous plait!” Her voice was panicked as she fell into her native French, “S’il vous plait! Put it een, I need eet!” Even when she did manage English, her accent was heavy.

Harry gave a little spank to her bubbly butt, “You teased me all damn day, Fleur.”

“Oui, oui, je sais.” She looked back at him, her blue eyes pleading, “But… but… it was worzz it, non? I want you sooo badly… and I know you want me just as bad. Please, ‘Arry.” It was said with such earnestness that he couldn’t deny her.

With a steady flex of his hips, he sunk into her ridiculously snug pussy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he bottomed out. Fleur was no better as she clawed at the bed sheets, her voice was ecstatic as she whimpered out, “Grand tres grand… si bon.”

“Gods Fleur, there’s no part of you that isn’t perfect.” He didn’t even question it at this point, he just knew it was a fact. Her pussy clutched to his member exquisitely, the sort of way that made him question if she would ruin him for any other woman. ‘But then, if I ever lose her, I’ll probably spend my life regretting it.’

His new lover was growing impatient, and she started wiggling her hips to get his attention. Harry fucked her with long slow strokes, that left her mewling in pleasure. He dug his thumbs into those enticing dimples and filled her over and over again. Her incredible bum rippled with every crash of his hips.

Clap… Clap… Clap. Slow, deliberate thrusts that ended with a fierce snap that left his bollocks bouncing against her thighs filled the room. Her moans were the sweetest music he ever heard, and he knew that he would never get tired of it.

It took every ounce of his control to stop from cumming on the first pump and then the second, but slowly it became easier. Not that she didn’t have him constantly riding that edge. His cock… her twat… the inside of her thighs, they were all covered in her cream. Then he felt it, her impossibly tight tunnel gripped him tighter, as she chanted, “Oui,” over and over again. The way her perfect sex rippled along his shaft was truly heavenly.  The whole experience was so ridiculously sexy… and far too much for him to handle.

There was no holding back as he filled his hands with her bum, forced himself balls deep into her sex and opened his mouth in a carnal moan. If he thought his first orgasm had been fantastic, he was mistaken. Harry was pretty sure he blacked out briefly as he pumped his load into Fleur’s womb. Her pussy was pulsing and coaxing every last drop out of his balls. He twitched and thrust erratically as she cried out her own peak.

“I can feel eett… soo fucking warm.” Her ass flexed and jiggled with every new spurt as she held the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.

Finally spent, he pulled himself free of her sex. She was reluctant to let him go, gripping him and distending slightly before he finally popped free. There was a flood of thick white cum that leaked from her abused hole that dropped to the bed beneath her.

Chuckling, he just couldn’t help himself, “Fleur, I think we made a bit of a mess.”

Stretching, she looked back at him with a wicked gleam in her eye, “I’ll clean it up once we’re done, promise. After all, I’m quite a good maid.”

As if to prove her point she turned over and stretched legs to either side, making for a stunning sight that left him rock hard yet again. ‘Quite a good maid, indeed.’