The day after the second task was a solemn affair, which could be best exemplified by the quiet air that had settled over the castle. Normally the day after such a large event would be marred by liveliness and celebration, yet it seemed most students would rather hide within their common rooms only to leave and quickly return for food.
For the few that did venture out, they would come across the rare sight of Harry Potter roaming the halls of Hogwarts. Despite how uncrowded the Great Hall was, those inside stopped and stared at the sight of him when he entered.
Used to being the center of attention, Harry completely ignored their looks, instead sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. He wasn’t alone for long, however, as his owl soon arrived with an outraged hoot while delivering the morning paper.
“Hey, Hedwig.” His snowy owl was clearly angered with him for ignoring her, as he was forced to bribe her with quite a few pieces of bacon, choosing the path of appeasement. While she was distracted, he fetched the morning paper and opened it to the front page.
DEATH DURING THE SECOND TASK
In a shocking twist of events for the controversial international Triwizard tournament, one of the judges, Bartemius Crouch, has been found murdered. Mr. Crouch was one of the two Ministry-appointed judges for the duration of the Tournament, and previously a fixture at the British Ministry of Magic.
While the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is still on the lookout for suspects, accusations of wrongdoing are beginning to fly. Mr. Crouch made a lot of enemies during his time in office, infamously leading the crackdown against You-Know-Who’s supporters in the previous war, imprisoning his own son in the process and—
“Harry.”
The call of his name made him look up, seeing Neville moving to sit close to him.
“Hey, Neville.” He greeted, receiving an awkward nod in turn.
“My Gran was furious after the task yesterday.” Neville said after a moment, speaking quietly as to not be overheard. “She wanted me to pass on that she’ll support you no matter what, and that Dumbledore is wrong in all this.”
“Oh.” He certainly didn’t expect his quietest roommate to say that of all things. “Thanks. But why help me?”
“She’s always had a bone to pick with Dumbledore, my Gran, that is.” Neville shot a wary look up at the Professor’s table. “She blames him a lot for my parents, and also for not wanting to imprison more Death Eaters after the war.”
“Dumbledore wanted Voldemort’s followers to run free?” He shot a disbelieving look at the front of the Great Hall, where the Headmaster was eating his breakfast. Notably, the old man seemed intent on not meeting his gaze that morning.
Neville nodded. “When the Wizengamot pushed for further investigations and imprisonment of Death Eaters, Dumbledore voted against it. He wanted everyone to forget and forgive, to move on with their lives since You-Know-Who was gone. Never quite figured out why myself…”
He let out a snort. “Especially with the likes of Malfoy running around.”
Looking across the room showed Draco and his gang talking amongst each other at the Slytherin table. He couldn’t help but notice that all of them got the courage up to wear their ‘Potter stinks’ badges once again.
Neville only nodded in agreement, as Harry soon departed from the Great Hall and made his way through the castle. He found himself walking through empty halls and courtyards, eventually exiting the castle walls and heading down towards the lake.
The stands set up for the second task were still there, albeit abandoned, with trash and various paraphernalia left behind from the day before. The area was cordoned off, with some interested onlookers watching on from outside the ropes.
Several aurors patrolled the area, seemingly looking for clues as to Crouch’s murder. One of them, a familiar redheaded woman, noticed him and walked over to where he stood.
“Mr. Potter.” Amelia Bones greeted him, face stern.
“Madam Bones.” He returned formally, deciding to get to the point. “I owe you thanks for speaking up for me yesterday.”
She held his gaze for a moment before she spoke. “It might not have been the best decision, politically, for me to do so. But I decided to prevent what looked like a further miscarriage of justice before it could occur.”
She spoke those words carefully, and he waited for her to elaborate, only for her not to. “I am sorry about Susan, as I didn’t know she would be used in the task.”
“I imagine that it was the same man who tried to frame you yesterday who also put my niece under that lake.” The DMLE director stated distastefully. “Dumbledore has always been a troublesome man to deal with, Mr. Potter, and rarely does one come out of altercations better off when quarreling with him. As I’m sure you’re beginning to learn.”
He let out a slight snort, understanding what she meant. “Speaking from experience?”
“Perhaps.” Her lips twisted bitterly. “Unless there is anything else, I do have work to attend to.”
He remembered back to Daphne’s advice then. “I am quite close to Susan, and am sure we will meet again. When that happens, would you be open to joining a political coalition with me?”
“My, you are bold.” Her gaze roamed over him in a way that made his cheeks redden, one brow raised at his audacity. Her eyes snapped to Hogwarts before looking back to him carefully. This is Dumbledore’s domain, so be careful what you say in the open. He understood the unspoken message, as anyone nearby could be eavesdropping on them. “I cannot commit to such things now, but I am willing to hear what you have to say.”
He nodded in gratitude, as the DMLE director soon went back to work while Harry moved on. Staying outside the castle in the cold air, he circled the grounds until he came across the housing for one of the visiting schools.
The Beauxbatons carriage sat unguarded, and he walked up to the closed carriage door before knocking rather than outright entering. A few moments later, a brunette in blue school robes answered, looking down unimpressively at him as she spoke several words in French.
“Hi, I’m here to see Fleur… If she’s avalaible?” He asked awkwardly, not sure if she understood him.
The Beauxbatons girl rolled her eyes before gesturing inside for him to follow, not bothering to wait for him.
He walked in to see the inside of the carriage was magically enlarged, as was already obvious. The front entrance area was ornate, with marble columns and fancy couches spread out in a large sitting area. He followed the girl down several hallways and until she opened opened one door and gestured for him to enter.
Harry walked in to a sitting room where one woman sat by a fireplace, being the same beautiful blonde from yesterday who was Fleur’s Mother.
“Hello, ‘Arry.” Apolline Delacour smiled at the sight of him, sitting in a chair as she sipped a cup of tea.
“Um, Mrs. Delacour, I didn’t know you would be here.” He lightly rubbed the back of his neck, not expecting to see the older Veela.
“I decided to stay with Fleur and Gabrielle for an extra day before heading back to France.” She said.
“Is Fleur here then?”
“Oui, she is in her bedroom, preparing.”
“Preparing?” He asked. “For what?”
“For you, of course.” Apolline smirked in a suggestive way that made his pants tighten. “Ma fille has been desperate to be with you since ze end of ze task. I am sure she is even more eager now zat you have arrived.”
He wanted to believe there was a miscommunication due to the language barrier between him and the older French woman, yet something told him Apolline meant every word she just said in a sexual context. Not just that, but the way she was looking at him left little to the imagination as to what she was suggesting.
The woman’s looks and sexualness were beyond any teenage fantasy he could’ve conjured up before, her body being similarly proportioned to some of those statues of Queen Marika he had come across in the Lands Between. And she seemed to have little in the way of showing off her looks, angling herself in her chair so he could see the way those voluptuous thighs led into to those childbearing hips and tight waist.
“I, uh, guess I’ll go see her then.” He swallowed thickly. “It’s been good to see you, Mrs. De- Apolline.”
“One more thing.” She said before he could leave, making him pause at the door leading to Fleur’s room. Apolline leaned slightly forward then, enough that he got an amazing view of her expansive cleavage. “If there is anything you need, ‘Arry, and I mean anything, then be sure to ask it of moi.”
His pants were becoming even tighter, as her thick accent and suggestive tone got across what she meant. He only nodded, not trusting himself to remain in the same room with the woman any longer, as he opened the door and walked into where Fleur was.
However, if Harry expected to get relief from sexy French witches, then he would be disappointed. Fleur sat alone in her room, wearing a small nightgown that acted more as lingerie rather than genuine clothing. It hugged and barely covered her body at all, allowing him to glimpse her long legs and big breasts that could easily be exposed with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
The Beauxbatons Champion stared straight at him with a downright hungry expression on her face, and he immediately knew what was about to happen.
He barely managed to close the door and turn back to her before Fleur was upon him, her lips crashing against his own. Her body molded against his front, hands feeling everywhere from his hair down to his straining bulge.
Not that Harry was any different, his arms belatedly moving to wrap around her form, one hand trailing down to squeeze her juicy ass. Fleur only moaned at the sensation before pulling back with a breathless gasp, her pupils wide.
“Fleur-” He barely got out her name, before she pushed a finger against his lips.
“Non.” She said. “You rescued Gabby from ze lake. And you’ve been resisting me for so long. Did you know what it did to see you refuse to take me to ze ball? To outdo me in every task all while flaunting those other witches on your arm? I thought I was going mad!”
“Sorry.” He said, even if he couldn’t help but smile at her whining.
“Non! Now it is my turn to take you, ‘Arry.” She didn’t back down, sinking to her knees before him and proceeding to pull down his trousers. “You will mark me as yours, and no longer refuse me. Even if I have to share you with a— Mon Dieu!”
His cock was already hard and huge, and slammed upwards when she finally managed to pull down his trousers. Precum gathered at its tip, his cock being girthy and heavy with pumping blood as his swollen and heavy balls rested below. Fleur was left gaping in astonishment at the sight, speechless, before grinning in anticipation while she leaned in to examine his massive cock.
“Why must you hide such things from moi, ‘Arry?” Fleur pouted, snuggling her smaller face against his shaft, which only emphasized its size. “If only I knew you had zis earlier, then I might not have been able to wait for so long…”
She trailed off at the end, and he opened his mouth to respond, yet his words came out as an incomprehensible groan. She had delved between his legs to suck at his balls, loudly slurping and worshipping each orb underneath him.
She soon pulled back, and stood up, walking over to the bed before laying down flat, her head resting at the edge and face looking at him from upside down. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to her expansive cleavage, before dripping down to her mischievous expression. “Come closer, ‘Arry, and I will make zat big cock disappear.”
As if to explain, she opened her mouth wide, giving him the perfect angle to shove his cock right into her mouth and straight down her throat. His body moved on autopilot then, cock throbbing almost painfully as he lined up and pushed the head of his shaft past her lips. Her mouth was perfectly warm and wet, heavenly so, and the rest of his shaft slid effortlessly all the way to the base. He could see the way he bulged out her throat, her lips kissing flat against his crotch as saliva slid out and landed on his balls below.
“Fuck.” He fell forward, legs weak in shock, hands incidentally landing on her big tits. His body moved on its own then, using her breasts as handles and he fucked her mouth like it was a cunt.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
He could feel her suction against his veins, tongue swirling around him, all while she seemingly made loud slurping noises to increase his lust. His thrusts became fast, then downright frantic, causing a cascade of saliva and precum to escape her lips as he hammered into her. Yet Fleur stayed perfectly still, taking it, and almost seemed to revel in it. Veela sure are something else.
It was too much, and she had caught him completely off guard. He might be experienced, but definitely not prepared for the stunts Veela could pull off in the bedroom. When his balls twitched and load came, it was far too early.
He came hard, growling as his cock thickened and launched his load straight down her gullet. He pulled out as his orgasm crashed through him, coating her face in copious jizz as he did so before his cock flopped out and he unloaded onto her body below. Thick white cum was sprayed all over her exposed skin, coating her heavenly breasts and marking her as his.
In a way, one could say Fleur almost looked ugly for the first time in her life in that moment. Covered in his seed with her face along with her hair stained with saliva, mascara, and his thick load. Harry could do little but stare at her when he sat down, feeling amazed.
For her part, Fleur didn’t seem turned off in the least. In fact, she almost seemed radiant, as if him marking her as his territory had supremely pleased her. “Do you like seeing me like zis, ‘Arry?”
He nodded dully, brain failing to function in that moment.
She ran a finger over her right breast, scooping up a wad of his cum covering it before greedily placing it in her mouth and swallowing with a smirk.
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She wiped the sweat from her forehead on her sleeve, standing up from the stone bench and sheathing her sword in the process. Around her, hundreds of warriors and knights of every stature exercised and sparred as they readied for war, doing so in one of the many courtyards of Elphael.
The Haligtree was unlike anywhere Millicent had been before, and it almost made her pause to think of what her life was like before all of this. Being stranded in that Rot church in Caelid seemed like a lifetime ago, and it was hard to believe one such as herself could rise so high as she was now. Sure, being a warrior and trusted companion of Harry Potter was a more than an admirable feat, but as she spent more time here, she was beginning to see the world differently.
Days spent sparring with countless numbers of Cleanrot Knights had begun to change her perspective. The sheer loyalty and zealotry in which Malenia’s personal guard held for their Princess was astonishing, and it didn’t take long for Millicent to question her own relationship and loyalty to Harry Potter.
Sure, they were… lovers, of a sort. Her face heated up at that reminder, yet Millicent didn’t think of herself as suitable to be Harry’s consort. Ignoring his own words on the matter, it just didn’t seem right that someone as lowly as herself could be with him.
And those doubts only grew when news of Malenia offering to take Harry as her consort began to spread. Well, it was more rumor than actual news, whispered from one occupant of the Haligtree to the other. However, judging by the skittish behavior of the Cleanrot Knights in the training yard as the rumors made their rounds, Millicent was beginning to believe them.
What would that make me to Harry? She wasn’t worthy of possessing a consort of her own, much less taking Harry as her own consort. And then there was the question of Harry even taking her as his own consort in the first place, or if Malenia would even allow it.
“Oh, Millicent, you worry too much.” She imagined what Melina would say if she voiced these concerns to Harry’s personal Maiden.
However, there was one solution to this. Something she had learned when sparring with Loretta, a Carian Knight who had sworn her services to Princess Malenia and the Haligtree. Maybe if she couldn’t be with Harry as an equal, then as his sworn shield?
The ideology of following a strong and worthy Lord was something Millicent was beginning to believe, an ideal that guided so many of Malenia’s personal guard and followers to greatness. Each one of them was sworn in service specifically to Princess Malenia, something that she could do with Harry, becoming a sort of bodyguard.
After all, if one was to best serve their Lord, then they were required to be strong, whether martially or otherwise. And while she didn’t like to boast, Millicent knew she was strong enough with a sword in order to make up for her lack of wits. Which in turn meant she could be of use to Harry, and remain by his side even if Malenia took him as her consort.
And so she barely hesitated when Harry finally returned to the Haligtree, walking up to him right after he appeared next to the Sight of Grace, taking one knee in the process.
She held her sword carefully with both hands, raising it up in offering. Her head was kept bowed in supplication, eyes lowered, yet she couldn’t stop the nervous glances she kept sending up at him.
“Harry…” His name came out in a nervous whisper before she could stop herself, and Millicent wetted her lips before speaking more formally. “Lord Potter, please accept me into your personal service as your sworn protector.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18