Becoming Harry's Favourite Chapter 11

AN: Hello everyone! Thank you so much for supporting and enjoying this story over the last several months. I've really enjoyed writing it, and it was nice to be able to finish another story after finishing The Attendants last year. There will be an epilogue chapter posted tomorrow detailing what these three are up to a few years down the line.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I won't be posting a new story next month, but I have a couple new ones in the works; at least one of them should begin in July!

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The door to the Hospital Wing slammed open as Hermione came charging through the door. It was funny to Fleur. Not too long ago, it was Harry and Fleur who had charged into the Hospital Wing with Hermione floating behind them; now, it was Hermione and Fleur charging forward with Harry floating behind them. The only real difference was that Harry was fully conscious and his life wasn’t in danger, at least as far as they knew.

“You can let me down now,” Harry told Hermione petulantly.

“I’ll let you down on a bed,” Hermione replied firmly. She directed her wand and Harry followed. When he was floating barely half an inch off of the bed, she canceled her spell and Harry landed gently on the crisp, white linen.

“I told you that I’m fine,” Harry insisted, looking to Fleur for some support.

Truthfully, despite how amazing it was to see her love come back to life, Fleur wasn’t entirely sure that he was fine. Surely there had to be some physical or mental issues that arose after death, even if resurrection followed swiftly after.

“I’m sure you are,” Hermione replied patronizingly. “Madam Pomfrey!”

Harry crossed his arms on the bed and let out a big huff, making Fleur giggle at his predicament. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “You just need to relax, mon amour.”

“I’ll relax when I’m somewhere that’s actually safe,” Harry replied snarkily. “I don’t love the idea of being cooped up in here for days when I should be celebrating.”

“That eager to see what Hermione and I have planned for you back in your room?” Fleur winked saucily.

That perked Harry up. “You have a special plan for me?”

“Of course,” Fleur nodded. She leaned in close to him again so that she could whisper in his ear. “After all, the one who slew Voldemort is deserving of quite the special reward, no?”

“I’d say so,” Harry grinned. He leaned forward and kissed Fleur. It felt so wonderful to have his lips on hers again. She’d scarcely stopped kissing him during the entire trip back to Hogwarts, even when Dumbledore was trying to talk to him. Fleur had only stopped to give Hermione a chance to kiss him too, and then to let her levitate him up to the Hospital Wing when she learned that he had technically died.

“Good,” Fleur said, pushing his chest so that he had to lie back down on the bed. “But you’ll only get it after Madam Pomfrey looks you over.”

A look of resignation crossed his face, but he didn’t have much of a chance to mope because Madam Pomfrey came out of her office that very moment.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she rushed to Harry’s bedside, her eyes scanning for any injuries. Dumbledore had already cleaned them up of the scratches and scrapes on their bodies, so there wasn’t much for Madam Pomfrey to do in that regard.

“He,” Hermione said, pointing her finger towards Harry in an almost accusatory manner, “died!”

It took a second for Madam Pomfrey to process what Hermione had said. “He looks fine to me?” She replied, seeming a little perplexed.

“I am fine!” Harry insisted.

“He actually did die,” Fleur explained to Madam Pomfrey, ignoring Harry’s comment. “He was hit by the killing curse but came back to life a couple minutes later.”

The glare she sent Harry’s way even brought chills to Fleur’s spine. “You’re fine are you?” She practically spat the words like they were venom.

“But you even said I looked fine,” Harry whinged. “I feel fine, completely normal.”

“You are not the person who is allowed to dictate what ‘fine’ is,” Madam Pomfrey retorted quickly. “If it was up to you, you wouldn’t even come in here if you had a broken arm.”

“They’re really easy to fix if you have the right potions or know the proper spells,” Harry pointed out.

Technically, he was right, but it didn’t reassure any of the three women in the room. Fleur gave him a look that told him to be quiet. He glared back at her, but it was half-hearted at best.

As Madam Pomfrey got to work poking and prodding Harry, Fleur plopped herself down in the next bed over. She felt positively exhausted after what she’d just been through, and despite his best efforts to look strong, she could see that Harry was flagging too—he was barely putting up any fight as Madam Pomfrey examined him.

Fleur had barely closed her eyes for a minute when she felt a glass vial being pushed into her hands. She blinked her eyes open and saw Hermione standing there with a kind smile on her lips. “You looked like you could do with a Pepperup Potion; it’ll keep you going until later.”

“Thank you,” Fleur said graciously as she downed the potion. Immediately, she felt a heat grow in her belly. It rose up to her head and grew in intensity until it felt like steam was about to come out of her ears. Then, it slowly subsided, and Fleur felt perfectly awake with a nice boost of energy. It would only last a few more hours and then she’d sleep for an extra long time tonight, but it would be worth it.

Hermione passed over an identical vial to Madam Pomfrey, who promptly forced the opening of it into Harry’s mouth and made him drink every last drop of it.

“Are you alright? Hermione asked as she turned back to Fleur.

Was she? It was perhaps a misleading question. She felt fine, but the events of the day hadn’t quite sunk in yet. The maze had been manageable, and the initial battle with the Graphorn outside of the graveyard had been nerve-wracking but successful. The real trouble came when she thought back to what happened when Harry died.

Even now, Fleur could still feel bits of fire tingling beneath her skin. It didn’t hurt per se, but it was an unusual and unsettling sensation. Fleur didn’t know quite what had happened, whether it was her magic manifesting itself or something tied into her Veela heritage, but it felt like if she gave it that extra little push, she could do it again. But she still didn’t know what type of effect this magic would have on her.

The horrific emotions that she felt when she saw Harry die had been burned away by that fire, and his resurrection had replaced it with joy and hope for the future. Still, it would take some time to come to terms with the memory of what she had seen and felt in the graveyard. At least she knew that Harry and Hermione would be with her through it all.

“I think so,” Fleur finally answered. “I’m still processing things.”

Hermione nodded understandingly. “I—”

The words died in Hermione’s throat as Madam Pomfrey gasped. Fleur and Hermione immediately looked over to see what was wrong, and they saw what had scared Madam Pomfrey so terribly.

Harry poked at the new lightning bolt-shaped scar over his heart. “Huh,” he murmured dumbly. “It kinda tickles.”

“We need to call Albus immediately to look this over,” Madam Pomfrey said quickly as she hurried to her feet.

“What fortuitous timing that I just arrived then,” Dumbledore smiled as the doors of the Hospital Wing closed behind him.

“Albus, was he hit by—” Madam Pomfrey began.

“Yes,” Dumbledore interjected with a nod. “Dark magic always leaves a trace on the living, and none is as famous as the scar left behind from the Killing Curse. Rest assured Poppy, Mr Potter is in perfectly fine health.”

Madam Pomfrey let out a sigh of relief, deferring to the Headmaster’s expertise. “Well, that’s good to hear.”

“Indeed,” Dumbledore agreed. “If I may be so bold, I would appreciate a moment alone with these three. There are some matters we must discuss.”

Madam Pomfrey looked torn between deferring to the Headmaster and returning back to continue her examination of Harry, but she finally relented. “Alright, but I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to check up on you all.”

Dumbledore waited until the door to Madam Pomfrey’s office closed behind her before he spoke again. When he did, he had a weary smile on his face. “I must say that the three of you have done magnificently.”

“I didn’t do much, Professor,” Hermione blushed.

“No?” Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one who developed the plan to get me to the graveyard in the first place? Didn’t you help Mr Potter and Ms Delacour prepare for the tournament and the battle afterwards?”

“I did, but I didn’t fight,” Hermione replied.

“Sometimes knowledge can be more useful than an extra wand,” Dumbledore said gently. “Without you, I doubt much of what occurred tonight would have been possible.”

“He’s right, ‘Mione,” Harry said, making Hermione’s blush deepen.

“And you, Miss Delacour,” the old man said, turning his gaze towards Fleur. “You performed admirably in the face of imminent danger. Graphorns are powerful beasts that even Ministry-trained handlers wouldn’t take on without half a dozen wands, and that field of fire you made was simply breathtaking to behold, if a little bit too warm for my tastes.”

“You made a field of fire?” Harry asked, his eyes wide with amazement. “You have to tell me all about that later.”

“Grief can lead to powerful pieces of magic,” Dumbledore said sagely, subtly helping Harry to connect the dots.

When Harry realized what Dumbledore was getting at, he had the decency to grimace. “Sorry about that.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Fleur replied comfortingly. “I just . . . I don’t quite know what happened to me after you . . .”

“Regardless, it was a feat of magic unlike any I have seen in all my years,” Dumbledore smiled. “And you, Harry, you can’t imagine just how proud I am of you. You managed to overcome an obstacle I never imagined anyone would be able to at your age.”

“Well, it was that or be hunted down for the rest of my life, right?” Harry said jokingly, but there was a more serious undertone to his words that Fleur didn’t miss.

Dumbledore gave him a sympathetic look. “What is important is that you are fine and well. However, there is one more burden I must place on you.”

“No!” Hermione suddenly shouted. Fleur was surprised at the fire in her words, especially given how much Hermione looked up to authority figures and how submissive she tended to be towards them. “Harry’s done his duty; he doesn’t owe anyone anything else!”

“Hermione, it’s fine, honestly,” Harry said, reaching out for Hermione’s hand.

Fleur felt like a bit of an outsider. Despite being at Harry’s side for a couple of months now, she still knew relatively little about his life and history before this year—at least very little from his own mouth. What else had Dumbledore burdened him with?

“I fully agree with you, Ms Granger,” Dumbledore said seriously. “And I would not be bringing this up if it was not of dire importance.”

Harry nodded to Dumbledore to continue as he held Hermione’s hand in his.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before diving into his explanation. “The reason you survived tonight was because Voldemort placed a part of his soul inside of you when he attacked your parents back on Halloween night. It wasn’t an intentional act, but it happened nonetheless. Voldemort’s killing curse struck you and it destroyed the portion of his soul inside of you rather than your own.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “The Diary! Did it—”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded gravely. “Voldemort has created evil things known as horcruxes. As long as they exist, Voldemort can never truly be defeated.”

“He has more of them, doesn’t he,” Fleur spoke up. All eyes turned to her. “This is what you’re burdening him with, no? The destruction of Voldemort’s horcruxes.”

“Not entirely,” Dumbledore said, cringing slightly at the frosty tone to Fleur’s voice. “I have been searching for them myself for some time now, and I have managed to destroy one of them. However,” he paused and pulled back the sleeve covering his right arm. His flesh was blackened beneath it, withering and decaying like a fruit left to rot in the sun. “I am afraid that I will not last long enough to finish the hunt for the rest of them.”

“Professor,” Harry gasped, getting up and rushing towards Dumbledore.

“It is incurable,” Dumbledore smiled sadly. “I have a few months left to live, possibly half a year, and then the curse will overtake my heart and I will die. Before that happens, I intend to compile my memories and knowledge of Tom Riddle and help you on this quest to destroy the remaining horcruxes. Based on my research, I expect that he has either made five or seven. Tom was not known for a lack of ambition; most stories tell tales of dark witches and wizards creating one or three of them, but I imagine that Tom was a little overzealous in his efforts to protect his life.”

“We’ve destroyed three then, right?” Hermione asked. “The Diary, the one you found, and . . . whatever was inside of Harry.”

“Precisely,” Dumbledore nodded. “I have leads on two others, but they will take time to fully unravel.”

There was a moment’s silence as the trio contemplated what they had just been told. Harry looked torn between grief at Dumbledore’s state and resolve over what needed to be done. Hermione seemed lost in thought as she tried to understand the entire situation.

Fleur knew from the very beginning that being with Harry was never going to be easy. Ignoring the obvious issues of him already being in a relationship with Hermione, there was also the trouble of him being a terribly famous wizard. However, she wasn’t going to give up on him ever. He was perfect for her, and her magic sang every time she was close to him. Regardless of what they faced, she’d stay by his side always.

“I’ll take care of it, Professor,” Harry said gravely. “I’ll destroy Voldemort’s remaining horcruxes and put a stop to him once and for all.”

Though there was pride in Dumbledore’s expression, there was also a sadness there too. “I never expected anything less from you, Harry,” he said kindly. “I’d like you to take some time off to relax first though. When the school year is over, we can discuss our plans further.”

Harry nodded, and Dumbledore gave one final smile before he started off for the door out of the Hospital Wing. As his hand grasped the door handle, he paused and turned to look back at Harry and Fleur. “I almost forgot. Given the extraordinary circumstances of the event, the judges have decided to name both of you as the winners of the Triwizard Tournament. May I be the first to offer congratulations on making history and for your brilliant performance throughout the competition.”

Dumbledore left them, and Fleur felt a dizzying high that she had been dreaming of for weeks now come over her. Finally, she was the Triwizard Champion! Before this year, she would have been furious if she learned that she’d end up tying for first place, but it felt perfect now. Harry was her other half; it only made sense that they’d share this victory together.

As Madam Pomfrey rushed back into the room to return to examining Harry, Fleur let herself fall back on the bed with a big grin on her face.

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The three of them ended up spending the night in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey has insisted given the fact that Harry had technically died briefly, and she wanted to ensure that no further complications arose. Harry was absolutely distraught that he, Fleur, and Hermione wouldn’t be able to celebrate like the girls had intended, but they had assured him that they hadn’t given up on their plan yet.

The next day ended up being a day of rest. All of the wear and tear on Harry and Fleur’s bodies caught up to them then. They ended up lounging the day away as they let their bodies recuperate under the rejuvenating effects of various potions.

Harry was finally released from the Hospital Wing the night of the third day. By then, both he and Fleur had fully recovered from their ordeal and were feeling perfectly fit. Naturally, Harry wasted no time in pulling them up to the seventh floor. However, instead of heading over towards his dorm room, Harry guided Fleur and Hermione towards the other end of the seventh floor.

“Hermione and I learned about this room a couple of years ago,” Harry explained at Fleur’s quizzical look as they rounded the corner into a disused corridor.

“It made inviting other girls to join us much less conspicuous,” Hermione added.

They stopped before a bare stretch of wall, only for Harry to start pacing back and forth in front of it. After three passes, a solid wooden door appeared in the stonework. “Through here,” Harry said gleefully as he opened the door and stepped inside.

As she walked in as well, Fleur was surprised by the beauty of the room. It was a light and open room with a large four-poster bed that looked like it could easily fit eight people on it. There were various chairs and couches placed around the room, several of which she recognized from the Gryffindor Common Room. There was a large open window in the leftmost wall that let in a beautiful amount of natural light; directly beneath it was a massive bathtub.

“It reminds me of a chateau I used to visit,” Fleur murmured as she walked around the room.

“It’s based on a memory of a room Hermione stayed in when she and her family went on a trip to France,” Harry explained.

“Harry came along too,” Hermione grinned, pulling Harry over to the bed. “But he spent more time in my room than in his.”

Hermione pushed Harry down onto the bed and promptly hopped up beside him and kissed him deeply. Fleur watched as Harry immediately grabbed Hermione’s arse through her robes and started squeezing her cheeks. Apparently, all it took was a life-threatening scenario to get her to take the lead like this.

Despite the surprised look on his face, Harry seemed more than pleased with the turn of events. The evidence of his excitement was pressed up against the inside of his trousers, and Fleur felt herself begin to moisten the moment she saw it.

“No one will bother us here?” Fleur asked, making Harry and Hermione break apart for just a moment to reply.

“Not unless we invite them in,” Hermione answered.

“Unless they blow a hole through the wall,” Harry laughed.

“Good.” Fleur’s wand dropped into her hand and she gave it a wide wave, immediately vanishing everyone’s clothing and providing a general cleaning charm, as well as a more specific one for Hermione.

The cool breeze coming from the window made Fleur’s nipples harden. Even from across the room, she heard Harry’s breath hitch with excitement as his eyes roamed over her perfect body. His cock was twitching with need. Fleur didn’t intend to leave it wanting for long.

Fleur took long strides towards the bed, showing off her beautiful legs and the hairless slit between them as her hips swayed. Her full breasts jiggled with each step she took, and both Harry and Hermione seemed enraptured by them.

“Don’t forget who the real hero is tonight,” Fleur reminded Hermione with a saucy smile. “We need to show Harry just how much we appreciate what a wonderful man he is.”

Hermione bit her lip and took one last look at Fleur’s body before she recaptured Harry’s lips in a searing kiss. Harry’s hands resumed their plundering of Hermione’s cheeks. He spread them apart, smacked them, and squeezed them to his heart’s content. After a few seconds though, he pushed boldly forward until his fingers reached Hermione’s pussy.

The pink flesh of Hermione’s pussy looked absolutely delectable to Fleur’s eyes as Harry spread open her lips. There was a noticeable sheen of wetness coating her insides. Harry probed forward with his middle finger, fighting against Hermione’s tight walls as he pushed into her pussy. Hermione moaned into her kiss with Harry and pushed her breasts down against his arm while she wiggled her arse back and forth in the air.

It was hard for Fleur to resist such a treat; she so badly wanted to bury her face in Hermione’s arse and lick her tight, puckered hole, but Harry was the one deserving of the real rewards tonight.

Fleur placed her elbows on the bed on either side of Harry’s waist and stared down at his cock. As though it could sense her there, it jumped eagerly towards her face. Letting out a wicked giggle, Fleur stuck her tongue out and just barely touched the head of Harry’s cock. Immediately, it jumped needfully for more.

Fleur opened her mouth wide and gobbled up Harry’s cock. Keeping her lips tight around his shaft, she pushed downward, taking over half of his impressive length into her mouth and throat in a single go. Harry’s thighs tensed up at that, and Fleur could hear his little sounds of pleasure escaping into Hermione’s mouth.

Harry’s hand that wasn't currently playing with Hermione’s pussy came around and grabbed the back of Fleur’s head. She relaxed her throat and let him control the pace.

Steadily, Harry pushed Fleur’s head down his cock. As she followed his will, Fleur let her tongue snake along the underside of Harry’s cock, teasing out every little bit of pleasure she could. His manly scent filled her nostrils, and it was wonderful. She kept going down his cock until her lips were pressed against the base of his shaft and his cock was quite a ways down her throat. It was hard to breathe around such a thick object, but Fleur managed. She knew her Veela heritage made her excel in the bedroom, but it was never so apparent as it was when she had a competent partner.

Suddenly, something poked Fleur’s cheek. She glanced out of the corner of her eyes to see Hermione’s face close to hers. It was flushed and she had a lazy smile on her lips.

“You know, we promised to share him,” Hermione said.

Fleur smiled around Harry’s cock and slowly worked her way back up to the head. Harry groaned as his cock slid out of her throat and mouth, but his disappointment quickly returned to glee as Fleur passed his cock over to Hermione and she started to suck on it.

Hermione had a well-practiced routine she used whenever she wanted Harry to cum as quickly as possible—it was so good that Fleur had even studied it to help adjust her own performance to Harry’s taste. She focused on the head of Harry’s cock, teasing it with her tongue. Then, she’d engulf the entire thing with her mouth and seal her lips just below the head. She’d suck hard then and do something with her tongue that drove Harry absolutely wild with lust. It was a wonderful sight to watch, but Fleur wasn’t going to just be a spectator today.

As Hermione got started on her routine, Fleur slithered down a little and planted her head in between his thighs. Harry’s heavy balls were right in front of her face then, and Fleur took them into her mouth just as Hermione sealed her lips around the head of Harry’s cock and began to suck.

Harry howled in pleasure as the two women tag-teamed his cock and balls. He was rocking from side to side on the bed as his breath came faster and louder.

“Fuck!” He cried. “I’m about to—”

Fleur felt Harry’s balls try and tighten up, but she wasn’t going to let them leave her mouth. She sucked hard and felt them tingle as he began to cum.

Hermione let out a surprised gasp as her mouth was suddenly filled by Harry’s thick, sticky seed. Fleur watched his shaft pulse with each burst of cum it fired into Hermione’s mouth. Fleur kept sucking and licking Harry’s balls until she saw him sag. Only then did she release him and raise her head back up.

Hermione came off of Harry’s cock with her mouth full and gave Fleur a look to make sure that she was still okay with the plan. Fleur gave a subtle nod and waited until Harry’s eyes were on them. Then, the two women came together in a passionate kiss.

A rush of Harry’s seed filled Fleur’s mouth as Hermione pushed it forward. It coated her teeth and gums, and she moaned at the wonderful taste of it. It felt right having Harry’s seed in her mouth like this.

The two women pulled apart for a moment and opened their mouths for Harry’s inspection. If Hermione’s mouth was anything like Fleur’s, then Fleur knew that Harry was being treated to the beautiful sight of his cum swirling around their mouths. By his wide eyes and gaping mouth, Fleur knew that they had done a wonderful job impressing him.

“Bloody hell,” Harry groaned.

Fleur giggled and swallowed Harry’s cum. She heard Hermione gulp down her portion too.

“You know,” Fleur said with a mischievous grin. “Hermione told me about something that she’s never let you do before. She told me you had to go to other girls to experience it.”

Hermione’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. It took Harry a moment to realize what Fleur was on about, but once he figured it out, his eyes went as wide as saucers.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

Fleur winked at him. “Let me get her ready for you.” Fleur pushed Hermione down onto the bed. “Arse up.”

Hermione obeyed instantly, and Fleur did what she wanted to do when they first got started. She grabbed both of Hermione’s arse cheeks, spread them apart, and spit on her arsehole. Hermione moaned as the warm saliva came into contact with her, and then Fleur leaned in and tongued her arsehole. Thanks to the special cleaning spell earlier, Hermione was nice and clean back here, and Fleur had no trouble lubricating Hermione with her spit.

Harry came around the bed to watch Fleur work. His cock bobbed eagerly as he got on his knees beside her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? He asked Hermione. “Because, we don’t need to do this if—”

“No!” Hermione interjected. “I want to do this. Seeing you and Fleur do it, well . . .”

“She wants you to be inside of all of her holes,” Fleur said as she came up for a breath. “Show her just how good anal can be. I’m just about done here anyways.”

Spitting one last bit of saliva, Fleur wiped the corners of her mouth and moved away so that Harry could slot into position behind Hermione. His slick cock poked Hermione’s arse and she shivered in response.

When Harry hesitated, Hermione looked back at him with a pleading expression. “Please, Harry, fuck my arse.”

Harry moved carefully, almost as though he was worried that he was going to break Hermione. Fleur had seen him get like this occasionally with her. A mixture of rough and gentle could provide a nice contrast, but Fleur wished that Harry would just take what he wanted. After all, it was his night.

The head of Harry’s cock didn’t look like it’d be able to fit into Hermione’s arsehole. The bulbous head prodded her opening, adding that extra bit of saliva Fleur had placed there. He was nicely lubed up and throbbing with need. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hips to hold her in position.

“I’m going to push in now,” he warned her.

“Do it,” Hermione said before sucking in a deep breath.

Harry pressed his hips forward, but his cock didn’t move. Fleur could see the effort Harry was putting in, but Hermione was just too tight. Just when Fleur was about to go grab her wand to help Hermione loosen up, Harry and Hermione both let out loud groans as Harry’s cock forced its way inside of Hermione’s arse.

It was a joy to watch the looks of bliss that overcame Harry and Hermione’s faces. Watching them lose themselves to their pleasures as Harry sank deeper into Hermione’s arse helped the fire in between Fleur’s thighs grow larger and larger.

Harry didn’t stop pressing forward until his hips reached Hermione’s arse cheeks. When he stopped there, he let out a deep, satisfied groan. Hermione was gasping for breath and grabbing onto the bedding for dear life.

“How does it feel to have him inside of you?” Fleur asked Hermione sultrily.

“Amazing,” Hermione moaned. Her face was buried in the bedsheets. Her eyes were closed but her mouth hung open as she panted. “Merlin, I feel so full.”

Fleur grinned and moved around the bed to right behind Harry. She pressed her breasts against his back and wrapped her arms around his midsection, holding onto him tightly. “I want to feel you fuck her,” she whispered into his ear.

Harry’s body trembled in anticipation for what was to come. He slowly pulled his hips back. Fleur kept her body pressed up against Harry’s back, so he had to use extra force to pull back. Then, he sank back in slowly, using Fleur’s force as much as his own to push his cock into Hermione’s arse.

The motion repeated several times as Hermione got used to Harry probing inside of her arse. Eventually, she was rocking back and forth on the bed too, urging Harry to speed up a bit.

Fleur was impressed with how well Hermione was taking Harry’s cock; most women would flounder in the face of such a thick member, especially with it ramming into their arse, but she was handling it beautifully. The pleasure was evident on her face, but her body was also reacting perfectly to every thrust. Hermione rocked forward in time with Harry and Fleur and squirmed around on the bed in delight.

Back before she had met Harry, Fleur loved the thrill of dominating men in the bedroom. No one had been able to match her stamina or lust—until Harry came along at least—and every encounter she had ended with her fucking the man’s brains out. With Harry, it wasn’t quite so easy to do that; more often than not, it was her who was left thoroughly fucked and satisfied beyond belief while Harry still had more to give. But now that Hermione was here too, Fleur was once again experiencing the thrill of dominating someone. Even if wasn’t her doing the fucking, it felt like it was.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry groaned as he tightened his grip on Hermione’s hips and really started giving it to her. The sound of his hips smacking off of her arse filled the room with rhythmic grace.

Hermione moaned in reply, past the point of being able to form words. She looked like a sloppy mess on the bed, but one that was feeling amazing.

Fleur’s nipples sent sparks of pleasure through her body as they rubbed against Harry’s back. Feeling this hunk of man fuck Hermione hard like this was driving her wild with lust, and she couldn’t wait for her turn. She started kissing Harry’s neck and jawline and ran her hands up and down his chest.

Harry leaned forward and gave it everything he had. He was literally fucking Hermione into the bed at this point as he gave deep, powerful thrusts into her arse. His hips were like a piston, constantly pounding his cock into her arsehole. Hermione screamed in pleasure, and then her body started to tremble.

Harry froze up as Hermione’s arse tightened up around him. He looked near the point of cumming in Hermione’s arse just from the sheer tightness and how she was writhing around on his cock, but he needed that little extra push.

So, Fleur lowered her hands to where Harry and Hermione’s bodies met. She grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. As she gently massaged his balls, she stroked the base of his cock. She couldn’t stroke more than a couple of inches—the rest was buried in Hermione’s arse—but it seemed to do the trick as he let out a moan of his own.

With a deep groan, Harry came. Fleur loved the feeling of his balls tightening up in her hand and the sensation of his cum traveling up his shaft. She stroked him in time with the way his body pulsed, helping to propel his cum forward into Hermione’s arse.

Harry and Hermione’s orgasms both subsided at roughly the same time. Hermione just let go of all of the tension in her body and sagged down against the bed, blissfully content with the thorough fucking she’d just received. Harry looked quite tired himself, but Fleur knew that looks could be deceiving when it came to his stamina in the bedroom.

“How was it?” Fleur asked both of them as she released Harry and moved around on the bed so that she could look at both of them.

“It felt like he was going to tear me in two,” Hermione said dreamily. “But it felt incredible.”

“I’ll say,” Harry laughed. He spanked Hermione’s arse and slowly pulled out of her.

Fleur threw herself back onto the bed and stretched out all of her limbs above her. “Good,” she grinned. “Because I’m ready for my turn.”

Harry grinned and crawled on top of her as Hermione rolled over onto her side to watch them. Fleur wrapped her arms around Harry’s back and her heels around his waist. His cock prodded at her belly, and her core screamed with need. She wanted him inside of her so badly; she’d been dripping wet for several minutes now, and she was hot and ready for him.

Harry rocked back and forth a bit, trying to guide his massive cock towards her pussy. It was hard to do without looking when it was so long though, and after a few seconds, Hermione grabbed Harry’s cock and adjusted it for him. His cock was still slick from when he’d fucked Hermione.

All it took was one hard thrust forward and Harry was filling her up in the most wondrous way. His cock stretched out her pussy beautifully, and her inner walls clung to him like a second skin. They were perfect for each other, and the fire in Fleur’s belly sang with delight.

Since he had just cum, Harry was content to take things slowly. Fleur was not, but she had no real control over the pace. So, she did what she did best: make herself as attractive as possible to Harry in order to get him to dominate her the way she loved. It started with an almost shy moan when he started to move in her, followed by soft whimpers as he pushed his hips forward again. She bit her lip seductively and looked up at Harry’s face through her long eyelashes. She knew that she must have looked absolutely ravishing because she felt Harry’s cock throb inside of her.

“More,” Fleur moaned and squeezed Harry tighter against her, making sure to arch her back so that her full breasts pressed up against his chest. Her heels pulled back against his arse, trying to drive him forward into her faster.

It took no time at all for that familiar Harry to arise. Fleur loved the transformation from love and contentment to lust in his visage as he picked up the pace and started to fuck her harder and faster. Her body was perfectly designed to seduce and cause men to lose their inhibitions, and she wanted Harry to give her all that he had.

Fleur didn’t have to embellish the next moan that left her lips. Harry pounded into her tight pussy hard, hitting just the right spot inside of her that made her want to scream his name for all the world to hear. Her pussy contracted around his cock, making Harry choke at the sudden tightness, but he kept on fucking her. It was electric, and Fleur loved it.

The bed started to creak as Harry's hips slammed down hard. Fleur loved the feeling of his power as her body rocked on the bed. Her breasts bounced freely on her chest, and her nipples kept scraping along Harry’s muscled torso. The loud slapping of their bodies and the pleasurable moans, groans, and whimpers that left them were delightful.

Fleur pulled Harry closer onto her until he was literally lying on top of her; Harry continued to piston his hips up and down, ramming his thick cock into Fleur’s gushing pussy.

“Yes!” Fleur screamed in his ear. Her nails clawed at Harry’s back, but he didn’t seem to mind as he just kept fucking her. His warm breath misted over her neck as he panted heavily.

“Fuck,” Hermione moaned beside them. Fleur glanced at her out of the corner of her eye to see that Hermione was rubbing her clit furiously with a slutty look on her face as she watched Harry pound Fleur’s pussy. Her face blushed harshly at being caught watching like this, but she didn’t stop touching herself.

Soon, Harry’s uneven strokes and pulsating cock told Fleur that he was close. She wanted him to cum inside of her, to paint her inner walls white with his seed. It always felt so good when he finished inside of her, and the thought of him doing that helped bring her closer to the edge too. No matter how intense sex was with Harry, nothing topped the moments when they both finished together. After killing Voldemort and putting a stop to his plans, Fleur knew that she and Harry both needed this.

“I love you,” Fleur moaned.

“I love you,” Harry said back to her.

Two thrusts later, and Fleur felt him explode inside of her. It was enough to set her off too, and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. Fleur felt like she was seeing stars as her pleasure started to override her mind. She felt his thick, creamy cum spray into her and painted her just the way she wanted. It filled her up and started to try to spill out around Harry’s cock, but her pussy was so tight that it stopped any of it from leaving her. It was all so overwhelming that Fleur barely felt anything other than pleasure and love and that ever-present fire inside of her.

When she came to consciousness again, a deeply satisfied sensation filled Fleur. She felt exhausted and properly fucked, and that just made it all the better.

She, Harry, and Hermione had all made it through this year alive. There were going to be more troubles ahead though, but Fleur knew that anything was possible with these two at her side.

Harry kissed Fleur as he pulled out of her. The loss of his cock inside of her was painful, but Fleur made up for it by cuddling up against Harry’s side as he lay down in between her and Hermione. Hermione cuddled up on his other side too. Together, they all fell asleep.