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"Harry!" He didn't have time to even utter a word before Hermione threw herself at him. The moment he stepped inside the tent where the rest of his friends were, his presence quickly grabbed the attention of everyone inside, especially Ron, Ginny, the Twins, and pretty much everyone else.
"Where were you, Harry Potter? I got worried for you," Hermione demanded in her bossy voice while looking at him with tears in her eyes. Her brown eyes were always beautiful to look at, so he quickly wiped them away from her beautiful face with his sleeve; his thumb brushed against her lips. He was almost tempted to kiss her to make her feel better, but he knew where they were, and he didn't want to put on a show for Ginny.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I needed to save Fleur, her sister, and Susan." Harry explained in a soothing voice, cupping her face. She looked like she wanted to shout at him more. He knew she had him worried sick, but he didn't regret saving his friends and killing those Death Eaters; they deserved far worse.
"You are always there trying to save someone, Harry." Hermione murmured before kissing him on the lips. This earned an impressed whistle from Ginny, who clapped her hands with a wide grin. However, her celebration was cut short when Ron let out a loud groan, making sure his friends heard him well.
"Have you two ever heard of privacy and doing things behind closed doors," He said, annoyed, looking away, not wanting to look at his best friends sucking each other's faces as if they were starving.
"Ron, you are the last person to talk about privacy, or do I have to remind you what happened in the corridor, ohh Lavender-" She was silenced when Ron hastily closed her mouth with his hand while giving her a pleading look to stop, she grinned viciously behind his hand while raising her eyebrows, Ron knew what that meant, he needed to offer her something.
"Fine, next time you need my room, I will let you use it," Ron said painfully. Ginny smiled in triumph, while Ron looked as if the worst thing in the world had just happened.
"I love you, big brother."
"Shut Up," Ron said, annoyed, as Hermione finally pulled away from Harry. Still pressing herself against him, his arm around her waist keeping her close, the Twins quickly approached.
"Harry, it's good to see you."
"In one piece, but did you just mention."
"Fleur, are you talking about."
"Fleur Delacour." They both said her name at the same time.
Harry raised an eyebrow. As far as he knew, she was just a French student and a Veela, but now he knew for certain that she must be more. Otherwise, how did the twins know about her? Unless they were big fans of Veelas in general, and by what he saw from them, he couldn't really blame them if they were.
"Fluer, that sounds French," Ron pointed out suddenly with a dreamy eye, knowing right away they were talking about Veelas. Harry rolled his eyes but returned his attention to the twins.
"Yes, after losing Hermione. I saw her and her sister being attacked by Death Eaters, and we escaped the attack together. While there, we also saved Susan Bones." Harry informed everyone. Hermione was glad that he had saved them, but she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He was always in danger. Wherever he was, danger would always find a way to him.
"Bones? Isn't she in Hufflepuff?" Ron pointed out, looking at Hermione for confirmation; she quickly nodded. While she didn't know that many students beyond her house, she knew Susan since her Aunt was a very important person. During the winter last year, she had been there to help Sirius get his freedom. Hearing her name, Hermione had looked up and found out more about her and that she had a niece in Hufflepuff.
"Yes. She has perfect breasts." Ginny said without a hint of shame. Ron groaned, shaking his head; he looked as if he wanted to disappear, while Hermione looked at her friend disapprovingly, but she didn't seem to care.
"Back to Fleur. Do you two know her?" Harry asked, feeling the conversation had gotten a little sidetracked. He looked at the twins, who smiled at each other.
"Sadly, we aren't as lucky,"
"As you, Harry, but we know her from."
"The Duelist Magazine." The Twins explained; now it was Harry's turn to look at them both in complete confusion.
"Duelist Magazine? What is that?" he asked bewildered. As he walked back, his legs felt exhausted, and he wanted to rest.
There were several chairs inside the tent; the place was big enough for everyone.
He could hear the faint sound of people talking outside as he sat down; he expected Hermione to sit beside him. After all, there was a second chair for her, but instead, she did something he never expected from a bookworm like her. Instead, she shamelessly sat on his lap, her right arm going around his shoulder, her lips brushing against his ear; he growled, and he could feel her perfect bubble bum against his hardening cock.
"Hermione, you are driving me crazy." Harry warned him with a deep voice that made Hermione let out a sound similar to a moan right to his ear.
"Hmmm, I trust you. You would never harm an innocent witch like me, mister Potter. Would you?" Hermione teased, her lips touching his earlobe. He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself, reminding himself that there were other people with them.
Harry really wished just to rip her clothes off; his hands almost moved under her blouse to touch her naked skin, but somehow, through strong fucking will, he restrained himself from doing just that. Instead, his arm went around her waist, but Hermione let out a sound; she sounded disappointed that he hadn't done what he had wanted.
"Duelist Magazine, well. Almost every wizarding school has a Duelist Club, Harry, and there's even Tournaments about Wizards fighting other Wizards or Witches, is very popular in other countries, sadly here in Hogwarts. It hasn't been opened yet, due to the recent war, and the Duelist Club in Hogwarts is not really done anymore here, besides whatever that was that happened during the second year with Lockhart. As for Duelist Magazine, as you can guess, the best Wizards and Witches of the Schools can enter these Tournaments, they are held every single year, they gain quite an attraction, almost as much as Quidditch. People always go there to watch people fight, but the main reason is because how creative the wizards and witches can get with their spells. There's even extra point if you are creative during your fight." Ron explained before the twins could start since they would take a while to finish.
Harry felt like someone had just slapped him in the face. How come he hadn't known about this? It sounded wonderful. Not only could he fight, but he could advance his Holy Spell to new heights.
"Can Witches use any kind of magic there?" Hermione asked, sounding intrigued. While she wasn't one to fight without reason, she was more into talking first, at least sometimes. The thought of seeing new spells that she had never heard before was enticing, and she was sure she could learn from watching such tournaments.
"Yes, besides the Three Curses, they are forbidden... obviously." Ginny added with a casual voice.
"As for Dark Magic in general, well, you can use spells that are considered Dark Magic, but in official Tournaments, they are forbidden. But I have heard rumours that all over the country and beyond, there are secret Fighting Pits for Wizards and Witches to fight, and in those places, people use Everything to win." Ron added with a grave voice, knowing people died in these kinds of places, but thankfully, they weren't that popular to begin with.
"As for Duelist Magazine, well there you can read about the Duelist Club of that specific Wizarding School. Every Wizarding School, besides Hogwarts have their own magazine, and for two years in the row, Fleur Delacour is the top Witch of her School, Beauxbatons." Fred explained, with George letting out a whistle at the end.
"How do you know so much about this magazine, if Hogwarts doesn't have one?"
"Ahh, we tried to make Dueling Club a thing again in Hogwarts, but Professor Dumbledore wasn't a big fan of the idea." Harry wondered why he would disapprove of that; it sounded like something Hogwarts needed, especially with the danger of Voldemort returning and hanging above them like a noose.
"Harry, what happened after we split up?" Ginny asked; he soon explained everything but let out some of the details about the death eaters he killed.
"That's amazing, Harry. By Saving Susa, Lady Bones owns you a favour whenever you are in any kind of trouble." Ron quickly pointed out what he already knew.
Harry doesn't pay much attention to him, but he can't help but want to meet Fleur again.
Night
After a few problems, they all returned to Weasley's House. Hermione and Ginny shared the same room but after some secret talk. She agreed to give the room to Harry and Hermione for the night, but only if the bookworm told her all the juicy stuff the next day.
Harry and Hermione found themselves kissing and cuddling together, but soon enough, she realized something.
She wanted more.
So, with a quick maneuver, the witch whipped around, snapping her legs around Harry's waist, pulling him forward, and flipping him so that he was on the bottom and she was on the top, effectively straddling him.
Harry swore his heart stopped for a full minute when he found himself staring up at the fully naked Hermione. As she sat there, smiling proudly down at him, the wizard took in everything. Her creamy skin glowing under the light of the moon, her beautiful figure.
To Harry, his friend was so beautiful, so radiant, and so ravishing that no words could truly describe how magnificent he thought she was. When Hermione leered down at him with her brown eyes and calm smile, her splendor only seemed to magnify all the more.
Moaning a little when she felt Harry's eyes feasting on her and his burning arousal rubbing her through his pants, Hermione ground against him momentarily before then placing a hand on his stomach. The witch knew that she had the advantage as she then slowly ran her fingers up his rippling abs all the way to his chest, where she then leaned forward and effectively gave him an even more up-close view of her breasts.
When her eyes met his and she pressed her breasts into his bare chest, her rock hard nipples scraping against his, the witch whispered.
"Let's continue from here," Hermione said in a more sultry tone of voice, one that caused Harry's insides to stir. Upon which both leaned forward and attacked each other's lips with a furious passion, gasping loudly when their arms coiled around one another and pressed their warm bodies closer, allowing their tongues to come into the fray.
As Harry explored the witch's wet cavern with his appendage, dancing with hers in a battle for dominance, their passion escalated. Enjoying the feeling of her friend, Hermione began grinding against him as they made out, one hand clawing at his hair while the other ran down his rock hard abs. Their energetic display of affections was soon cut short by the need for air, as the two then separated; their faces red and chests heaving.
After staring into each other's eyes, a panting and obviously turned on Hermione then took the lead, running her hands down and yanking Harry's jacket away, forcing them over his arms. She licked her lips when she was presented with an unobstructed view of his glorious frame.
"Merlin, you look so hot Harry," Hermione teased as she ran a finger down his chest and over his well-tanned skin, groaning when she felt his muscles jump underneath her touch.
At that, a sly grin crossed Harry's face as he slid his hands over the woman's sides to cup her ass, at the same time absently thinking about how he was going to become even more familiar with it by day's end, "I can say the same thing about you too, Hermione. You are beautiful."
A giggle left the Witches's lips as she leant forward and crushed her lips against his in another searing kiss, one that he responded to with equal vigor.
All restraint banishing from his mind when he felt Hermione grind against him teasingly for a third time, Harry then flipped them over and, sitting up, tossed his jacket to the side of the room.
Seeing his chest and torso laid bare before her drew a moan from Hermione, her stomach tightening with excitement. "I can definitely get used to seeing that."
Grinning and giving the witch one last hot kiss to distract her, Harry then forcefully broke off and began trailing nips and nibbles down her jawline and neck. Leaving little love bites here and there, while also stopping to chew at the tender spot on her neck, his combination of attacks drew a series of soft moans from Hermione.
She could only squirm and run her hands over his back with need as he went for all of her sweet spots. When he moved lower, her hands tangled in his hair and massaged his scalp in encouragement, telling him he was doing well.
Eventually, Harry reached the Hermione's chest, Harry kissed the space between her breasts before grabbing the two mounds with both hands. He leaned in and captured one of her hard, pink nipples between his lips and proceeded to suckle on it, while his thumb and finger toyed with the other.
His actions elicited a series of loud moans from Hermione, who, in an effort to feel more of these amazing sensations, arched her back into his talented mouth and hands. Her pleasured mewling caused Harry to intensify his actions, the scent of her arousal and increased moans only serving to make him harder. The discomfort he was now feeling in his pants was becoming all the more prominent now.
The roughness of Harry's pawing and suckling on her breasts had Hermione gasp, "Kami, Harry... ohh... more. Give me more." When he alternated from her left breast to her right, she gave a shriek of delight and cried out even more. "Y-Yes! Ohh, just like that! Ohhh..."
After massaging her chest to satisfaction and through a great deal of effort, Harry detached himself from her mounds and snaked further down her gorgeous body. Being sure to kiss his way across her taut stomach and stopping to lick around her bellybutton, drawing even more moans of delight from his partner, he then arrived at her entrance. The heat of his breath against her causing Hermione to tremble with anticipation, Harry took both her legs in his hands and kissed along the inner thighs. Upon which he then dove in.
Hermione's back pretty much arched like a bow when she felt Harry's mouth press to her nether regions as he proceeded to lick and chew around her folds. Gasping as he ate her out, the witch gripped the sheets of the bed when the his tongue dove into her and began exploring her cavern.
"Ohh! Ohh...yes, Harry! Ohhh! Right there..." Her body then jolted when she suddenly felt him insert his fingers, causing her to cry out a little louder. "Yes! Ahh! F-Fuck! That's it!" As her head was tossed back and eyes shut, the woman then reached down with her hands and gripped Harry's head, pushing him in further and silently begging him for more.
"H-How is he so good at this?"
Glancing up to see Hermione's back arched and her pleading eyes fixed upon him, he grinned and doubled his efforts, pushing two fingers in while his tongue went to work on her clit. The act of which drew a cry of pleasure from the witch, who could only writhe in place as Harry pushed her closer and closer to the brink of insanity.
In a matter of minutes, after Harry had begun devouring Hermione with more intensity, the witch felt a pressure beginning to build and bit down on her bottom lip. Her efforts to hold back her moans however failed and soon her shouts of pleasure filled the room.
"Fuck! N-Harry... Oh God... I-I'm gonna cum! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Hearing this only encouraged Harry to go even faster, his fingers moving with greater vigor while his mouth suckled harder on her clit. Seconds later, unable to take it anymore, Hermione cried out in passion, "OOOOHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMIIIIIING! AAAAAAHH!" Her pussy clamped down on his fingers as she came in a spray of fluid, with Harry taking in as much of her as he could.
Her body twitching and spasming from her climax, a panting Hermione collapsed into the bed and took in deep gulps of air. After lapping her pussy clean, Harry snaked his way back up her body and, positioning himself over her, beamed down at the dazed, contented, and incredibly exhausted witch.
"So... how did you like that part of the massage?" Harry asked with a very fox-like grin.
Smiling back at him as she quickly recovered, Hermione nodded limply. "It was awesome."
Slowly, Harry got rid of his pants and his underwear, Hermione gasped at the sight of his cock. She had heard from Tonks, the thought of sucking it, while she had imagined herself on her knees, his cock deep into her throat, now that it was actually, she wasn't so sure anymore.
"Hey." She looked up at Harry who cupped her face gently, like a lover, she leaned her face against his delicate touch.
"You don't have to do anything, tonight is your night, and I want to make sure you will never forget this one." Hermione knew she would never forget it, but she wanted to pleasure him too.
"Don't worry, we can do...other things another night." Harry's voice was smoothing, as he kissed her lips once again, this time it was a slow and gentle kiss.
"I'm ready." Hermione said once she pulled away. Ready to kiss her virginity goodbye.
Harry leaned over and gazed into the witch's eyes. When she smiled back, he shifted forward and gave her a deep, passionate kiss, during which he pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed.
Hermione cried out into Harry's mouth when she felt his length enter her, stretching her pussy and causing her to wrap her arms and legs around him tightly.
Detaching himself from her lips when he felt her seize up, the wizard watched her as she buried her face into his neck, waiting for a moment as the pain of her first time faded and she got used to his presence.
Eventually the witch then looked up and smiled at Harry, her legs dropping from his hips back to the bed.
"Okay... I'm good. You can start moving now."
Acknowledging this, Harry then went into action, his hips rocking in and out of the witch in deep, fluid strokes, causing Hermione to claw at his back and moan loudly in pleasure.
The sensations Harry stirred within Hermione were unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, her insides stretching as she felt his shaft rub against her inner walls. As his movements increased in speed and strength, waves of ecstasy began washing through her and soon Hermione's low moans were transforming into cries of delight as Harry started pushing her into the bed.
"H-Harry! Ohh... yes! More. Give me more," Hermione gasped as he moved in and out of her. She felt him respond by reaching down, grabbing her ass and leg, and lifting her off the bef, where he then leaned over and began plunging into her from a new angle.
This action caused her to let out a cry of joy as she gripped hold of Harry even harder, as she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her pussy and send even more bolts of pleasure shooting through her, "Ahh! Yes! Ah! Ah! Oh Merlin, you're so... so big! Fuck!"
Grunting as he felt the witch respond to his touch, Harry continued his pace for the next couple of minutes, before eventually deciding to go for a new spot. Rolling over so that he was on his back, he repositioned Hermione on top so that she was now straddling his waist.
Panting and groaning when she felt Harry fill her even more, the Witch beamed down at Harry beneath her and placed her hands on his chest. Feeling his powerful muscles ripple beneath her fingertips, she then began to move, rocking her hips back and forth teasingly.
After which she then moved up his shaft and plunged back down on him, an action that she repeated over and over again. During which time Harry shifted his grip to her ass cheeks, aiding her motions as he started thrusting up to meet her.
Their movements quickly became synchronized. When Hermione lifted her hips, Harry would pull back before thrusting into her tight cavern when she dropped down, impaling the witch right up to his hilt. Growing more confident, Harry quickened his pace as a chorus of wolfish grunts left his lips, at the same time her moans grew more frequent and higher in pitch when she felt her lover push deep inside of her; each plunge bringing her closer and closer to a mind-blowing climax.
"Ahhh... yes! Harry! Yes! Ah! Ah! More! Harder!" Hermione gasped and almost cried out when Harry, complying with her demand, upped his tempo and power. Feeling secure in his grasp, she removed her hands from the his chest and reached up to grab and fondle her bouncing breasts. She roughly massaged the soft flesh and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"S-So tight," Harry groaned, absolutely loving the feeling of being inside Hermione as his hips snapped in and out of her and his hands tightened around her full ass.
It felt so good to be inside of her, so hot and tight, and he could feel her fleshy walls rippling around his shaft, molding to his every entry and clenching down from the pleasure he was stirring inside her.
To Harry, every bit about Hermione was just intoxicating. He loved her gorgeous smile, her cool and reserved personality, the way she opened up whenever they were alone, her brown eyes, her brown hair, her long neck, and her incredible body that seemed to respond to his every touch. Her chest, her waist, her hips, her long legs, her ass... they were all perfect. He couldn't get enough of her.
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Harry! S-So good! Ohh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Hermione cried out as he continued working his cock in and out of her pussy. When he sat up and ran his hands from her chest back down to her hips, the witch gazed desperately into his eyes as the pleasure from his ministrations shot through her, making her heart race and her body hot. Not that their love-making wasn't already doing that.
Everything Hermione saw in Harry and knew about him she loved. His boyish charm, his humor, his handsome smile, his green eyes, his kindness, his incredible strength, and his hot, muscular body that drove her wild every time she thought about him and was now giving her so much pleasure. The power he held was awesome, not just outside of the room, but here too, and she was enamored by it.
"OHH! YES! Harry! YES! AAAHH! I... I'M GONNA CUM! OOOHH! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!" Picking up speed as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to her limit, Hermione then felt Harry grip her hips and push her down on one last descent.
This seemed to do the trick as Hermione wrapped her arms around him and cried out in ecstasy. Her entire body tensed up, and her inner walls spasmed around Harry's cock, drenching him in her fluids.
Harry helped her ride out her orgasm by wrapping his arms around her and holding her steady. When her body went limp moments later, he felt her chest press against his as she took in deep, ragged breaths, her face red with ecstasy and sweat dripping down her skin.
Body glistening with sweat and glowing from the light shining in from outside, Hermione now perched on top of Harry beamed with want. "So... wanna go again?"
Feeling his energy return to him at the hungry look in Hermione's eyes, Harry then grinned broadly, "Sure."
Tomorrow
Harry woke up in Hermione's company. Her warm body felt like heaven to him, but their little time together was interrupted when Tonks walked into their room without knocking. She didn't seem to care that Harry had slept with Hermione; quite the opposite, she seemed like she wanted to join them.
"Have you ever heard of knocking, Nym?" Harry asked; as he stood up from the bed, still naked, she eyed his cock for a moment, biting her lower lip, she felt drool in her mouth, but she quickly reminded herself that she wasn't here to suck his cock; perhaps later.
"Knocking is outdated, Harry, but I'm afraid you have to come with me." Tonks said, and from the way her voice changed to professional at the end, the boy who lived knew this wasn't something simple.
"Why?"
"Professor Dumbledore, Lady Bones, wants a word with you. They want to know everything that happened, and how you were able to fight and kill the Death Eaters." Tonks said.
Great, just what I needed, Harry thought sarcastically.
Fleur
A week had passed since the incident; her little sister still had nightmares of that night. She had her own bedroom to sleep in, but since returning, she refused to sleep alone, so she and her mother took turns sleeping with her in case she woke up because of a nightmare.
But a week had passed, and Fleur was certain she was doing better now, especially after walking in the park yesterday. Now, they all were eating breakfast. Her sister looked much happier today, and Fleur was grateful to see that. Her father had been furious that the Death Eaters had been able to attack the World Cup without anyone seeing them until the attack had already started. He had ranted that the World Cup should have stronger guards and spells that protected the land, but eventually, he calmed down.
Fleur wasn't as much affected by what happened that night; it was not the first time she had fought for her life. She was always grateful to enter the Duelist Club because of her training; now, she was the strongest witch in her school. She didn't want to imagine what would have happened if she wasn't prepared to fight, but being in the club for duelists meant fighting and winning. Amongst those that she had defeated, a few sore losers often tried to get back at her one way or the other, so her experience with surprise attacks had prepared her to defend herself that night.
But, her mind had been on one person for the last week.
Harry Potter
The Wizard was a giant question mark for her, as was how he fought and how he could defend himself and them. If she didn't know any better, she would say he was an experienced Auror, but he was still a student, in his fourth year on top of that, and he easily fought and killed those bastards. But the way he fought wasn't the end, his golden eyes and the way she felt near him.
It felt like being close to a fire, which she yearned for. Her body tingled every time she thought of his golden eyes, but it seemed her daydreaming about Harry hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Fleur, what are you thinking about?"
Fluer quickly regained her composure before answering sharply. "Nothing, just thinking about the Triwizard Tournament." Her answer was convincing, but her family knew her better than everyone else; Fleur wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing at this moment.
"Oh, or maybe you are thinking about who will be at Hogwarts," Her sister teased. Fleur didn't give her the satisfaction of getting angry or lashing out.
"Yes, I'm thinking about Harry, but not like that. He has proven to me that he's a powerful Wizard, and I just want to know more about his abilities." Fluer's answer was a half-truth. She wanted to know more about his spells and the way he fought, and if possible, she wouldn't mind fighting him. She would like to see how his power was in comparison to hers.
"Ohh, only fighting you say." Her mother said with a growing smile, a smile Fleur knew right away. It was bad news.
"You know, your sister told me last night how you mentioned Harry in your sleep, and she said that your dream had nothing to do with fighting." If possible, her sister and her mother's smile of triumph grew even more. Fleur looked at her sister with the coldest glare she could muster, but that didn't work on her, obviously.
"I hate you," she said halfheartedly. Her family burst out laughing, and Fluer wished she could be somewhere else right now.
Just what are you capable of Harry Potter...
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