The Hogwarts Strip Club (Ch. 3 - Fleur Delacour)

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).

Harry barely had time to order his firewhisky before Hermione grabbed his wrist, her fingers digging into his skin with surprising urgency. They had only just arrived at the club for the night, but already she seemed transformed from the reserved witch he had grown up with.

"Come on, Harry! We need to get good seats!" she hissed, practically dragging him away from the bar.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, what's gotten into you?" Harry asked, stumbling after her as she weaved through the crowd of wizards, her arse swaying hypnotically in that sinfully short skirt she had taken to wearing to the club.

"Fleur's performing tonight!" Hermione said breathlessly, her cheeks already flushed with excitement. "I overheard some seventh years talking about it in the library. Apparently, she only performs once a year, and tickets usually sell out within minutes!"

Harry's cock twitched in his trousers at the mention of the French witch. He had always found Fleur devastatingly beautiful, but the thought of seeing her strip...

Hermione yanked him down into a seat right at the edge of the stage, close enough that he could see the scuff marks on the polished wood from countless high heels. The lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a magically amplified voice boomed, "please welcome to the stage, direct from Beauxbatons, the breathtaking, the magnificent, the Tri-Wizard champion herself... Fleur Delacour!"

The curtains parted, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

Fleur stood in the spotlight like a goddess descended from Mount Olympus. Her silvery-blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves that seemed to shimmer with their own light, each strand catching the stage lights like spun moonlight. She wore a microscopic pleated skirt that barely covered the curve of her arse cheeks, the white fabric so short that Harry could see the beginning of her thighs. A push-up bra struggled to contain her generous tits, the black lace contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, pushing her flesh up and together to create a canyon of cleavage. Over it, she wore a tissue-thin white top that clung to every curve, so sheer that Harry could make out the intricate lace pattern of her bra underneath.

Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, accentuated by sky-high silver heels that forced her to arch her back, pushing her tits forward and her arse out in a pose that screamed sex.

"Fuck me," Harry breathed, his cock already hardening in his trousers.

"That's the idea," Hermione whispered in his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. She had shifted closer, pressing her soft tits against his arm.

The music started with a slow, sensual beat that seemed to pulse through Harry's very bones. Fleur began to move, her hips swaying in time with the rhythm. Every movement was calculated, deliberate, designed to drive the watching wizards wild with desire.

She ran her hands up her body, starting at her thighs. Her fingers traced the hem of her tiny skirt, lifting it just enough to flash the crowd a glimpse of black lace underneath before letting it fall. Her hands continued their journey, sliding over her flat stomach, making the thin fabric of her top ride up to reveal a strip of creamy skin. When her hands reached her tits, she cupped them through the thin fabric, her fingers kneading the soft flesh in a way that made Harry's mouth water.

"Look at her, Harry," Hermione purred in his ear, her hand sliding onto his thigh. The heat of her palm burned through his trousers, making his cock throb harder. "Look at those perfect tits bouncing as she moves. I bet you're imagining burying your face between them, aren't you?"

Harry's cock strained painfully against his trousers, the fabric becoming unbearably tight as Hermione's fingers traced teasing patterns higher and higher up his thigh.

"I can feel how hard you are," Hermione whispered, her fingers finding the rigid outline of his cock through his trousers. "Your cock is practically bursting out of your trousers. Should I let it out to play?"

Before Harry could respond, he heard the whisper of his zipper. Cool air kissed his heated flesh, and suddenly his cock was free, jutting up from his lap obscenely. It stood thick and angry red, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at the tip. In the dim light of the club, it looked even more massive than usual.

"Hermione! What are you—"

"Shh," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. Her hand looked small wrapped around his girth, her fingers not quite meeting. "Just watch her dance while I stroke this beautiful cock. I want to feel it throb in my hand while you watch her strip."

On stage, Fleur spun around, and Harry got his first proper look at her arse. The tiny skirt flared up with the movement, lifting completely to reveal the minuscule black thong underneath. The thin string disappeared between her perfect cheeks, leaving them almost completely bare. She bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight, and the position made the fabric of her thong stretch tight across her pussy. Harry could see the outline of her lips through the thin material, could see how the fabric dug slightly into her slit.

"Fuck, she's so hot!" Harry groaned, his hips shifting involuntarily as Hermione began to stroke him slowly.

"Mmm, look at that perfect arse," Hermione continued, her hand pumping him with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "And that tight little thong digging into her wet pussy. I bet she's soaking through it already. I bet she loves knowing all these hard cocks are watching her."

That's when Fleur's eyes found them in the crowd. Her gaze traveled from Harry's face down to his lap, where his impressive cock stood proudly in Hermione's grasp. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she began to dance her way across the stage toward them.

Each step was deliberate and sensual, making her hips sway hypnotically and her tits bounce with every movement. The closer she got, the more Harry could drink in her perfection. The light sheen of sweat made her skin glisten like polished silk, and he could see the way her hard nipples strained against the delicate lace of her bra.

"Oh fuck, she's seen your cock," Hermione whispered excitedly, her hand never pausing in its rhythmic stroking. Harry's shaft throbbed harder in her grasp as Fleur's knowing smile grew wider.

Fleur dropped to her knees at the edge of the stage, right in front of Harry. This close, he could see everything. The way her tits rose and fell with each breath, the individual strands of her silvery hair catching the stage lights, the fullness of her lips glistening with gloss. She was barely an arm's length away, close enough that he could smell her intoxicating perfume mixing with the heady scent of arousal.

"'Ello, Harry," she purred, her French accent making his name sound like pure sin. Her eyes were locked on his cock, watching as Hermione's hand worked up and down his shaft. "And 'Ermione. Mon Dieu... what a magnificent cock you are stroking."

Harry's cock pulsed, a fresh bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip and running down to coat Hermione's fingers.

"Look at how thick he is," Hermione breathed, her usual composure cracking as her boldness grew. "I can barely... God, Harry, I can barely get my fingers around you properly."

"Oui, it is... impressive." Fleur licked her lips hungrily, her accent thick with arousal. "I can see why you cannot keep your hands off it. Such a beautiful, thick cock deserves proper attention, non?"

She turned around on the stage, still on her knees, positioning herself so Harry had the perfect view. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each shift of her body calculated to drive him wild with desire.

"This is for you, Harry," she purred over her shoulder, her blue eyes locked on his as she slowly arched her back.

The position made her arse stick up in the air, her tiny skirt riding up completely to reveal the minuscule black thong underneath. She swayed her hips deliberately, letting him drink in every detail as she put herself on display. Her thong had ridden up between her cheeks, the thin fabric disappearing into the cleft and leaving her perfect arse completely exposed.

But it was what the position did to her pussy that made Harry groan out loud. The angle forced her thong to dig deep into her slit, the black fabric molding to her lips like a second skin. Harry could see everything in exquisite detail. The plump outer lips, the way they parted slightly around the fabric, even a hint of wetness making the material darker where it pressed against her most intimate places.

She looked back over her shoulder at Harry, her blue eyes smoldering with lust, and began to sway her hips from side to side in a hypnotic rhythm. Her arse cheeks flexed and relaxed with each deliberate movement, the muscles visible beneath her perfect skin. The tight thong stretched taut between her cheeks, and with each sensual sway, Harry could see more of her glistening pussy lips bulging around the thin strip of fabric that barely contained her.

"Fucking hell," Harry groaned. "I'm going to cum if she keeps that up."

"Not yet," Hermione said firmly, slowing her strokes to keep him on edge. "The show's not over."

On stage, Fleur had stood back up and was now facing them again. Her fingers found the buttons of her shirt, and she popped them open one by one with agonising slowness. When she finally shrugged the top off completely, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Her hands went behind her back, and with practised ease, she unclasped her bra. She held it in place for a moment, teasing the crowd, before letting it fall away.

Harry's cock jumped in Hermione's hand. Fleur's tits were perfection incarnate. Large and full with the perfect amount of sag that real, natural tits had. Her nipples were a delicate pink, already hard and pointing slightly upward. She cupped them, lifting them, her thumbs brushing over her nipples.

"Look at those perfect tits, Harry," Hermione whispered, her hand now stroking him with a perfect rhythm. "Imagine sliding your big, fat cock between them. Imagine fucking those tits until you explode all over her pretty face."

Fleur seemed to have the same idea. She gave them one last sultry look before making a decision that sent the crowd into a frenzy.

She strutted to the edge of the stage and, with the grace of a professional dancer, descended the steps. Her tits bounced gloriously with each step, nipples hard as diamonds. The crowd parted for her, every wizard watching with envy as she made her way directly to Harry.

"I think," Fleur said, dropping gracefully to her knees between Harry's spread legs, her French accent adding a seductive lilt to her words, "that you deserve some special attention for enjoying my performance so much, non? I can see how much you appreciate what I do up there."

From this angle, Harry could see straight down to her tits. They hung heavy and full, swaying slightly as she settled into position.

"Hermione," she continued, addressing the brunette without taking her eyes off Harry's impressive length, "you have been taking such good care of him. May I?"

"Please do," Hermione said breathlessly, releasing Harry's cock with a final pump that left him throbbing in the air.

Fleur's eyes widened as she truly took in the sight before her. "Mon Dieu, Harry. It is so... so thick! I can see why Hermione struggles to wrap her hand around it completely." She traced a delicate finger along a prominent vein, her touch featherlight. "It is so big and fat."

Fleur's slender fingers attempted to wrap around his girth, but they couldn't quite meet around his impressive circumference. She let out a soft gasp of amazement. "Mon Dieu, Harry... such a thick, beautiful cock. I wonder if my tits will be enough to satisfy such a monster, non?"

Harry groaned as his cock pulsed harder at her words, another bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip to run down his shaft. Fleur caught it with her fingers, using the slippery fluid to stroke him with both hands, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"Let me try something," she purred, releasing his cock momentarily to cup her generous breasts. She lifted them, positioning herself so that his thick shaft nestled perfectly in the warm valley between her soft mounds. The sensation was incredible; her skin was like silk, heated and smooth against his sensitive flesh.

Fleur pressed her tits together around him, creating a tight, warm channel that hugged his girth. "Mmm, perfect," she moaned, feeling how perfectly he filled the space between her breasts. "You feel so good between my tits, Harry. So thick and hard..."

She began to move, sliding her tits up and down his shaft in a rhythm that made Harry's eyes roll back. The combination of her soft flesh and the growing slickness from his pre-cum created the most exquisite friction. Each time his cock head emerged from the top of her cleavage, Fleur would dip her head down to tease it with her tongue. Quick, darting licks to the sensitive tip, longer swipes along the ridge that made his hips buck involuntarily.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she moaned against his cock head before taking the tip briefly into her warm mouth. When she released him, she increased her pace, her tits working faster around his throbbing shaft. "I can feel this fat cock getting even harder between my tits. Are you going to give me what I want, Harry? Are you going to cover these tits with your cum?"

She was right. Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight.

"Fuck yes," Harry grunted, gripping the arms of his chair as his cock throbbed between her tits.

"Then give it to me," Fleur commanded, her tits working around his impressive girth. "Show me what this magnificent cock can do! Cover me in your seed!"

"Do it, Harry," Hermione urged, her hand finding his balls. "Empty those heavy balls all over her. Mark those perfect French tits as yours!"

That did it. The combination pushed him over the edge.

"FUCK!" Harry roared.

The first shot erupted with incredible force, a thick rope of cum arcing through the air to splatter across Fleur's cheek and down onto her tits. She gasped in surprise at the sheer volume, opening her mouth just as the second pulse sent another heavy stream directly onto her waiting tongue.

"Mon Dieu!" she breathed, but Harry wasn't finished. His cock continued to throb and pulse in the valley of her tits, each contraction sending fresh spurts of his seed across her perfect breasts. The third and fourth shots painted her nipples white, thick streams clinging to the hard peaks before slowly dripping down. By the fifth and sixth pulses, his cum was pooling in her cleavage and running down her flat stomach in pearlescent rivulets.

When his cock finally stopped throbbing, Fleur was completely covered in his release. Her tits were glazed with his seed, thick white ropes connecting her nipples like a perverted spider web. More cum decorated her beautiful face. Streaks painted her flushed cheeks, drops clung to her glossy lips, and a particularly thick strand had caught in her silvery hair, glittering like diamonds under the stage lights.

"Magnifique," she breathed, sitting back to display his handiwork.

Bloody hell, Harry thought, his chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She looks absolutely stunning covered in my cum. Like some sort of erotic goddess. The sight of his thick seed decorating her perfect tits and face was almost enough to get him hard again, despite having just exploded.

She leaned forward one final time, placing a gentle kiss right on the sensitive tip. "Merci, Harry. Until next time."

Then she stood, cum still decorating her like jewellery, and strutted back to the stage. The crowd erupted in applause as she took a bow, Harry's load glistening under the lights.

"Holy fuck," Harry breathed as Hermione carefully tucked his impressive length back into his trousers with gentle hands, taking care with his thickness as she made sure he was comfortable before zipping him up.

"That was incredible," Hermione agreed, her face flushed and eyes bright. She shifted in her seat, and Harry could smell her arousal. After a moment of silence, she bit her lip nervously. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I... I was thinking..." she started hesitantly, her usual confidence wavering. "Maybe one day, when I'm a bit more comfortable with all this... maybe I'd like to..." She took a deep breath. "Maybe you'd like you to fuck me on that stage?"

Harry's spent cock gave an interested twitch.

"I mean, not right now!" she added quickly, her cheeks burning. "But someday. I want everyone to see what that beautiful cock can do. I want them to watch as you stretch my tight little pussy and fill me with cum. But... but I need to work up to it, you know?"

Harry reached over and squeezed her hand. "Whenever you're ready, Hermione. No pressure."

She smiled gratefully, squeezing back. This strip club was changing everything between them, but Harry found he didn't mind one bit.

Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).