That evening, Harry found himself sitting alongside his Quidditch teammates on the Gryffindor table for dinner. The atmosphere was light and they skillfully ignored the glances being directed their way, or rather, Harry's.
They were almost done when Harry felt the brush of a familiar allure against his magic. He glanced over, a glass at his lips, and caught Fleur's eyes. The lovely veela was sitting alongside her fellow schoolmates at the Ravenclaw table and there was a teasing smirk dancing on her lips.
The meaning was not lost on Harry who winked at her as he drank. Fleur's lips quirked in mirth before she glanced away.
"I'll figure it out soon, I guarantee you," the feeling of Katie's hot breath against his ear as she whispered promisingly made him shiver slightly and he glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.
"And what exactly will you figure out?" He asked, smirking. He put the glass back on the table and gave her his undivided attention.
"The older girl from Beauxbatons you've been fucking," she replied.
"Oh? Quite a foul mouth you've got there, Kitty," he whispered, reaching down to grab hold of her bare thigh. Under the Hogwarts skirt, she had worn a pair of stockings and Harry played with the ends, pushing his fingers beneath the sheer fabric and stroking her soft skin.
Katie's breath hitched and she stared at him lustfully. Both seemed to be lost in their own worlds, unaware of the eyes of the rest of their teammates on them.
"Harrykins has really grown up a lot," Fred bemoaned.
"Innit?" George said dramatically. "They grow so soon."
Angelina and Alicia rolled their eyes, staring at their youngest team members with mirth.
They were not the only ones staring at them.
Fleur's blue orbs shined amusedly as she felt the sexual pheromones oozing out of the pair. She could practically feel the lust those two had for each other and as a creature of lust and passion who had been with one of them already, it fueled her desire as well. She could barely wait for Harry now.
It did not take long for dinner to end and Harry could practically feel the waves of desire wafting over him as Katie sat to his left, almost glued to him. He could feel her curves pressing against him and he moved his hand, allowing her to get even closer. The brunette glanced at him with a saucy smirk and did exactly that.
"As much as I'd love to, I'm afraid it's gotta wait, Kitty," he whispered in her ear. "Now don't be like that. I promise I'll make it up to you with something extra special."
Katie glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and Harry let out a sharp breath when he felt her brazenly reach down and cup his hardening manhood over his trousers.
"You better," she whispered.
Harry sweatdropped, and with a final squeeze, she pulled her hand away. He was aroused by her boldness and he once again forced himself to think of Vernon and Marge to make his boner go away. He stood up with the rest of the students and together, they filed out of the Great Hall.
The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang contingent walked toward the exit of the castle but Harry did not miss how Fleur applied a disillusionment charm on herself. He could feel her allure coming closer and smiled to himself. Meanwhile, he walked with his teammates toward the staircase.
"Have to say, for once, your obnoxious pranks did a good job. Haven't seen that prick around the castle since that night."
"Now now, Angie," George smirked. "That's no way to praise our genius!"
"Indeed! A backhanded compliment? You wound us!" Fred bemoaned.
Angelina rolled her eyes as Katie interjected, "What exactly did you two even do?"
Twin evil grins overtook their faces as they turned to the brunette as one, making her eyes widen. She took a tentative step toward Harry who wrapped an arm around her in amusement.
"You've just eaten, Katie dear."
"You sure you wanna hear? You might…"
"… not have your belly full if you do."
A grimace crossed Katie's features and the other two chasers whacked the twins on their heads, making them cry out in pain. Harry chuckled and allowed them to extract Katie from him, wrapping an arm each around her.
"That's enough from you two. No one needs to hear your disgusting description of what you did to him. The last think we want is to feel sorry for a prick like that."
"But Angie—"
Harry tuned out George and watched in amusement as the twins chased after the chasers who walked away, leaving him alone in the middle of the corridor… or so they thought.
"Quite a lively bunch of friends you got there."
Harry shivered at the feeling of her hot breath and the sensual voice of the seductress sent all his blood rushing south.
"Fl—"
"Shh…" She whispered, and Harry felt all her femininity press up against his back. Her hands came up to wrap around him and he loved how her sinful touch sent a trail of blazing fire through his skin. "How about we get to somewhere private first, hmm? I can see our old spot right over there, and not that I'd mind a repeat… but I think there are better spots in this massive castle."
Harry let out a chuckle and fortunately, there was no one around or they would've thought he was more of a weirdo if they saw him chuckling to himself while standing alone in the middle of a corridor.
"Keep up," he whispered, knowing the perfect place for them.
Fleur smirked and stepped forward, linking their arms as she pressed herself against him. She grinned as she saw the small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and Harry began walking toward the Grand Staircase.
"You're been neglecting me, mon cher," she whispered, caressing his chest. "How many nights now? I want to keep thanking you for saving my life, you know?"
"Occupied with a few other issues," he replied. "I'll tell you about it some time."
"Those better be quite important issues."
Harry rolled his eyes, wondering what it was about women in his life and threatening him like this today. First, it was Katie, and now, Fleur was doing the same.
He was pulled out of his musings when he suddenly caught sight of something outside one of the massive windows that lined the corridor.
Fleur's eyebrows furrowed slightly as they came to a stop. She turned to him, intent on asking what the matter was, when she noticed him gazing outside the window. She followed his line of sight and her eyes widened slightly when she saw what had caught his attention.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," he whispered under his breath. The veela's eyes widened when he pulled out his invisibility cloak and draped it over both of them, concealing them from every form of detection. "Come, Fleur. I guess you'll soon be finding out what's kept me occupied these past few nights since the Ball."
The disillusionment spell Fleur had cast on herself had come undone the moment the cloak covered her and she wondered just what kind of magic was imbued in this cloak that made it so special.
She did not ponder much on it though. Harry's steps were quick and his arm was now firmly wrapped around her waist, forcing her to keep up.
"What is it, 'Arry?" She asked in concern.
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
"You said that before. But what exactly is wrong? They're only talking."
They emerged out of the castle and onto the Hogwarts grounds. There was no sign of anyone around them but Harry was still choosing to whisper instead of talking normally.
"He's not shown himself since that article came out," he said. "And now he's talking to her again. I feel something bad will happen."
"What article?" Fleur asked, her brows furrowed.
"You didn't see it? The article in the Prophet? Didn't even hear about it?"
"Well, I don't read that newspaper, and I normally ignore everything printed in that rag. Why? Did they publish something bad again?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded grimly. "It was pretty bad. I normally don't care what they write, but this time, they targeted Hagrid, and it was not pretty. He's… pretty sensitive about these things."
Fleur nodded absentmindedly as they got close to where Hagrid was talking with none other than the headmistress of her school, Madame Maxime. She could feel the undercurrent of tension between the pair and the frowns on their faces was unmistakable.
"Aye… I trust yeh, Olympe," Hagrid said softly. "An' I understand. I'm sorry fer sayin' those things abou' yeh… I shouldn'ta assumed."
"Rubeus," Madame Maxime sighed. "Eet iz a difficult topic for me… An' I 'ave to say zat I was 'urt wiz what you said. But I accept your apology. We cannot be togezer, but I 'ope we can be friends?"
Hagrid smiled and nodded with a watery smile. Harry and Fleur saw them shake hands before Madame Maxime remarked, "An' do not let zat vile reporter get to you, Rubeus. You are a good man an' you should not care about what people like zose zink about you."
"Dumbledore said it too when he came today," Hagrid said softly.
"I can imagine zat," Madame Maxime nodded. "An' 'e must not be 'appy zat you've been 'oled up in your 'ouse since zat day."
Hagrid sighed.
"Harry came many times too. I shoulda talked ter him, bu' after seein' what that Skeeter woman wrote abou' him too, I thought I should stay away."
"Zat iz wrong, Rubeus," Madame Maxime said firmly. "You told me Meester Potter zinks you as 'is friend. 'E will not zink less of you because of your 'eritage. An' 'oo cares about zat woman's words? You should not let eet affect your relationship wiz 'im."
Harry stared sadly at the towering figure of Hagrid hunched over in a dejected manner and resolved to meet him at the earliest opportunity. However, right now was not the time. He had a suspicion he needed to confirm, and if he was right, then it was time to act.
He tuned out their conversation and pulled his wand out inside the cloak. Fleur watched him curiously as he carefully pushed the tip out from under the cloak before giving it a subtle flick.
Suddenly, a faint blue glow emanated from something nestled within the nearby bushes, catching Fleur's attention. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out the source.
"What is it?" She whispered, her breath warm against his neck.
Harry didn't reply, his jaw set in determination as he flicked his wand once again. Fleur's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she saw the glowing blue blob suddenly take flight, shooting out of the bushes with surprising speed. It zipped through the small gap in the cloak and landed right in Harry's outstretched palm.
'A beetle?' She thought, her brows furrowing deeper as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
Her eyes widened in shock as Harry, without a moment's hesitation, cast a Stunner that hit the beetle square on, freezing it in place before it could attempt to flee. With another flick of his wand, he conjured a glass jar, and promptly threw the insect inside. He sealed the lid tightly before making a few small air holes through the top, tapping his wand against the jar to render it unbreakable.
"Come on. We're done here," he whispered triumphantly, a glint of satisfaction in his emerald eyes.
"I'm so confused right now," Fleur admitted as they turned around and began heading back toward the castle, her mind whirling with unanswered questions.
"Just wait a little bit," Harry told her with a self-satisfied grin, his grip on the jar secure.
Fleur had so many questions racing through her mind, but she nodded in acquiescence. She trusted Harry implicitly, knowing that he would tell her everything once they got to where he was taking her.
-Break-
Harry checked their surroundings to ensure that there was no one nearby. Once satisfied, he took off the invisibility cloak and pocketed it.
"I get that this corridor seems deserted, but I don't think it's still private enough," Fleur remarked as she glanced around.
Harry cast an amused glance toward her and simply said, "Watch."
Confused, Fleur saw him pacing left to right in front of a giant stretch of wall. She was about to ask him what he was up to when suddenly, she saw the wall shift in front of her.
Her eyes wide in fascination, she saw an ornate metal door emerge from the wall as Harry stopped pacing in front of it.
"May I?" He asked, his hand held out for her and Fleur allowed him. Placing her hand in his, she let him lead her forward while she watched, enchanted, as the doors opened.
Her eyes took in the mysterious room Harry led them in and she saw, to her surprise, that it oddly resembled one of those interrogation rooms she had seen in a few muggle movies. There was a large nondescript table in the middle of two chairs on the opposite sides separated by a large mirror on their side which she assumed was one-way.
"I'm sure you're wondering what's a muggle interrogation room is doing in here, eh?" Harry asked her in amusement. "It's what this room does."
"This room?" Fleur asked, her eyes darting around.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Like this."
Fleur startled, her eyes widening, when their surroundings morphed around them. It was a blur as one thing shifted into another and she blinked. Her eyes widened when the interrogation room was replaced by an indoor pool that would rival that of any high-end resort before it became a cozy living room with a warm hearth and a fluffy rug in front of it for them to sit on.
"That was…"
"Welcome to the Room of Requirement. Quite possibly the biggest secret in Hogwarts and one of the finest works of magic ever seen," Harry announced grandly.
Fleur could only gape, much to his amusement. He reached out and pulled her close, tilting her chin so that she was staring into his mirthful emerald orbs.
"I've never seen you speechless before," he whispered, pulling her into a soft kiss.
As they pulled away, Harry took her hand and led them over to the rug, pulling her between his legs as he sat behind her. His arms wrapped around her and Fleur leaned her head back against his chest.
"Merde… this is remarkable," she whispered, feeling the softness of the rug underneath them. "This is all real?"
"Totally real," Harry replied. "This room is capable of creating anything while following the laws of magic. Anything beyond those laws and this room will bring it to you as long as it is within this castle's wards and is not against its owner's permission. For example…"
Fleur blinked when a broomstick appeared to their right and Harry picked it up, laying it down on her lap.
"My broomstick. It was in my dorm, and now, here it is. Because I own it, the room has the owner's permission and here it is. If I tried to, say, ask for Katie's broomstick, then I won't get it."
"I can only think of the possibilities with this room," Fleur remarked in wonder.
"Well, the possibilities are endless, but I've been using it extensively for a while now. Comes in handy for training."
"My dear 'Arry," Fleur purred, turning around against him so that she was sitting sideways in his lap now. Her arse ground against his crotch as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. "You won't mind me using this room from time to time, right, mon cher?"
Amused, Harry stared at her cute face. One hand reached over to cup her delicious behind while the other slid under her Beauxbatons skirt, caressing her inner thigh. Fleur's breathing changed in an instant.
Leaning closer, Harry whispered against her lips, "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement so that you could pay your… rent for using this brilliant room."
Fleur smirked, her tongue darting out to wet her drying lips. Harry's eyes remained fixated on her movements.
"Kinky," she whispered. "But I'm sure we can, even though you don't really own this room."
"You think I care?" He retorted huskily.
"I knew you were bad," she smirked. "Claiming what's not yours…"
"You talking about yourself, eh?" He asked as he lifted her before pulling her right atop his hardening member. Fleur's skirt slid back, exposing her creamy thighs as she wrapped her legs around him, straddling his lap.
"What are you talking about, mon cher?" She whispered against his lips. "You've already made me yours."
Their lips met in a fierce kiss and developed into French in no time. Tongues rolling against each other, they made out furiously with Fleur in his lap, grinding her wet pussy against his hard-on. Harry's hands were occupied with two supple globes of her arse under her skirt, groping and fondling exuberantly.
Fleur moaned into the kiss, aiding Harry who moved her back and forth on his lap, rubbing his clothed dick against her panty-clad crotch.
"You wanted to know about something, remember?" He gasped as Fleur pulled back from the kiss and latched on to his neck, sucking hard.
"I'm sure it can wait," she growled against his skin and quickly resumed sucking. Her lips gripped his skin as she licked and it did not take long for her teeth to get involved. Her hands worked expertly, unbuttoning his shirt one by one and Harry pulled his hands away from her arse to help her take it off him. She threw it somewhere behind herself, uncaring of the fact that it might have landed in the fire, and started to run her hands all over his naked front. "You've stayed away long enough. Right now, this is what I want."
Harry squeezed her arse as he lifted her and slammed her hard onto his prick, swallowing her loud moan with a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
Fleur raked her hands across his torso, teasing his muscles before she wrapped them around him, pressing her sexy body against his. Her large, full breasts, still hidden behind her Beauxbatons uniform, flattened against his chest.
Harry rolled Fleur's rear over his cock, stimulating their sexes. He could feel her wetness against him and knew it would not be long until she would be begging for him to take her.
He was right on the money as a few seconds later, she pulled back with her eyes blazing, full of lust. It was a look that never failed to intensify his excitement.
"'Arry," she breathed in her accented voice, knowing how much he loved to hear her call his name like that. "Enough now. I need you in me."
Harry found the two buttons of her silk blazer and he popped them free, letting her pull it off her frame. She tossed it behind her, still clad in the silk blue shirt. He was not as courteous as she was and although he was not showing it, he was no less aroused.
Fleur let out a wide grin as he grabbed her shirt in the middle and tore it apart. The white buttons went flying about as he roughly pulled it off her, throwing it to the side. Her skirt received the same treatment and in no time, the sexy veela was left straddling his lap in nothing but a matching pair of powder blue lingerie.
"Blue is definitely your color," he remarked and buried his face in the massive cleavage her tits formed as they were pressed together, heaving within the confines of her bra.
Fleur giggled at the feeling of his lips and tongue on her and she threaded her fingers through his hair. She moaned as his hands left her arse and climbed to her tits, squeezing firmly. She reached between them, deftly unbuckling and unbuttoning him, and Harry raised his hips to allow her to pull his trousers from under him. He moved his legs and kicked them off.
Reaching behind, Fleur unfastened her bra and Harry wasted no time in taking it off. He slid the straps down and she pulled her arms through, allowing him to throw it away. Harry did not relent and Fleur moaned out loud as she felt his lips wrap around her left nipple, sucking hard.
Fleur pushed him on his back and fully climbed on top of him. She claimed his lips once again in a searing kiss, making him groan as he squeezed and fondled her tits. Her hips kept rolling against him, and only their undergarments separated them as they humped each other.
Finally, Fleur deemed they had held on for too long and she pulled back, sitting upright on top of him.
Dazed and aroused beyond belief, Harry stared at the vision that Fleur was, clad in nothing but her knickers as she straddled him. Her perfect, gravity defying tits jutted out proudly from her chest, bearing red handprints courtesy of yours truly. He could not hide a proud grin at that.
"I plan to mark you better than that," he said promisingly, caressing the spot on his neck where she had left a hickey on him.
Fleur smirked and raked her hand over his front. She caressed his chest, running her fingers around his nipples before descending. Harry smirked at her when she grasped the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his arse, allowing her to slide it down.
His manhood sprang free – erect and proud, and Fleur licked her lips at the sight of it.
"As much as I'd love to taste you, I want something else right now," she whispered, leaning forward. Her large tits mashed up against his hard chest and her face was inches from his, hovering over him.
"Yeah?" He asked gruffly, caressing her arse. He slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties before he let go, relishing the smack as they struck her porcelain skin. "And what do you want right now, Fleur?"
"I want you," she breathed.
Harry grinned and deftly slid her panties over her arse. Fleur let out a soft sigh as she felt the wet fabric pull off her gushing pussy and she helped him slide it down her legs.
Naked, Harry lay on the soft rug with Fleur right on top of him, their bodies pressed up together, and the head of his cock poking against her slick entrance.
"See, even your magnificent cock knows where its place is," she teased, trapping his length between her lower lips. Harry groaned as she rolled her arse, sliding back and forth, coating the entirety of his length in her wet juices.
"Bloody hell, Fleur!" He groaned at the feeling and reached up, cupping her tits once again. He ran his thumbs over her hard, pink nipples, and Fleur moaned out loud, arching her back as she ground onto him harder, rocking her arse. "You're killing me here!"
Fleur let out a giggle as she gazed at him through blue eyes filled with desire. "Killing you is the last thing I'd ever want, mon cher," she whispered.
Harry grinned at her as she leaned down to capture his lips once again. He squeezed her tits to his heart's content and a few seconds later, he reached behind her to cup her plump rear. He fondled and squeezed her arse, loving how expertly she was rolling her hips on top of his length that was still being hugged by her lower lips.
He knew how aroused she was. Her wetness was a dead giveaway. He decided to kick it up a notch though. Grabbing her arse, he raised her slightly before plunging her down right when he thrusted upward, slamming the head of his prick right against her pussy.
Fleur tore her lips off his, gasping out loud as she felt his cock grinding against her clit. The overload of sensual sensations sent a thrill of electricity through her entire being, sending her arousal through the roof. Her eyes glowed lustfully as she stared at his smirking visage.
Harry gave her no quarter though. He was intent on keeping control through and through. Reaching over, he grasped his length and aligned himself against her. The head of his cock pushed against her slick entrance and Fleur groaned, slowly sitting upright on top of him.
"Here goes nothing," he grunted and eyes locked with hers, he pulled her back, making her sink onto his length.
Fleur gasped out loud, her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as she finally had her lover inside her after what had felt like a long hiatus. She began to roll her hips onto his length impatiently and Harry gasped at the sensation it elicited. He plunged deeper and deeper inside her as she kept slamming down on top of him, taking his massive length in eagerly.
"Merlin, you feel awesome," he groaned.
"You too, mon cher," she breathed sharply, moving up and down on his length. "Ah! You stretch me out so good!"
Harry met her downward thrusts with his upward ones, pushing his length deeper inside her, and Fleur cried out in elation. Her lips curved upward in satisfaction as she dropped back on top of him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her, pressing her firmly against himself. Her large tits felt sublime pressed up against him and so did her soft skin he was running his hands all over.
It still felt surreal to realize that he was in this position. Fleur Fucking Delacour, the wet dream of probably every boy and quite a few girls around the castle, was riding his cock.
"Close, Fleur?" He asked when he felt her lower lips tighten around his length. Fleur did not reply and merely continued to rock her hips on his length. "I'll take that as a yes. But I want to cum with you too, so brace yourself, okay?"
Fleur responded by merely tightening the hold he had onto his shoulders. Harry grinned and tightened his hold around her as well. Planting his feet on the rug under them, he began to slam his prick furiously inside her, sending the noise of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room and drowning out the crackling of fire in the hearth.
The lovely veela let out a loud moan as she was fucked furiously, loving how her lover always treated her just the way she wanted him to. She clutched onto him hard as he drove into her relentlessly, intent on making her cum around him. She could feel his hot breath in her ear as he fucked her and she knew he must be as close to his climax as she was.
However, Harry had no idea how close she truly was but he could feel himself getting closer by the second. He felt her try to extract herself from his grasp and he allowed her, watching how she grabbed his shoulder and began to bounce on top of him. She rode him wildly, trying to force his climax, and Harry watched her large tits as they bounced rhythmically with her ferocious movements.
He was not one to shy away from using other methods either. One hand reached over to grab her large arse, sinking his fingers into her pillowy flesh as she rode him while the other began rubbing over her clit haphazardly.
Fleur's breath hitched and she stared at him with eyes full of lust, finding the same lust mirrored in them. She moaned at the sensation and Harry merely took in the vision that she was. With her alluring figure, her beautiful visage, and those lustful eyes that screamed how much she wanted him, he felt like the luckiest bastard in the whole wide world.
Fleur let out a keening moan as her lips tightened around his length. Harry knew what it was, and his belief was reinforced when she screamed his name in ecstasy.
"'Arry!" She wailed, impaling herself on his length as her hips began jerking wildly.
Harry grunted as she convulsed on top of him, and he felt the incredible hotness enveloping his manhood as her lower lips tightened impossibly. He spread his arms wide, allowing her to fall on top of him and welcomed her in a loving embrace as he continued to thrust hard and fast into her hot, gushing canal. He could feel himself tumble over the edge as she trembled and moaned against his skin.
"I'm about to… ugh…"
"In me!" She cried out. "In me, mon amour!"
Harry rolled them over, holding himself on top of her, and her legs came up to wrap around him in an instant. He drilled into her furiously as he felt his climax tear through him.
"Oui!" Fleur cried out, her fingernails digging into his skin where she held onto him. "'Arder! Give eet all to me, 'Arry!"
Harry let out a laugh at the fact that he'd forced her accent out of her and he thrusted furiously into her, riding through his peak. The head of his cock expanded and he felt his hot, potent cum shoot out deep inside her and Fleur let out another cry as she tightened around him once again.
She writhed under him, a second orgasm tearing through her, and Harry kept hammering into her, shooting everything he had to offer inside her.
"Oui, 'Arry! Cum inside me!" She cried out. "Ah, mon amour! Ah yes! Give me all of eet! Fuck!"
Harry sank into her quivering depths, his cock pulsing again and again as he unloaded deep inside her. All the while, a shivering Fleur kept her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as she let out a satisfied moan.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Harry was done. Taking care not to collapse on her, he rolled them over once again so that she was lying on top of him. He could feel his softening member still enveloped by her hot walls and Fleur showed no sign of letting him go.
"I love how you feel inside me, mon amour," she whispered against his neck, pressing her soft lips against his skin.
Harry smiled as he lifted her chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
-Break-
They remained cuddled in front of the fireplace for over an hour, doing nothing but holding each other close. Reluctantly, they pulled away and redressed themselves before Harry willed the room to morph around them once again.
Fleur stared at the interrogation room that emerged and turned to Harry who brought out the jar containing that beetle he had caught.
"Finally, we can get this done," he said with a hateful glare toward the insect and Fleur was surprised to see him looking so enraged.
"'Arry?" She asked in concern.
Harry glanced over at her.
"Come. I'll tell you everything."
She saw Harry take off the lid and deposit the beetle on one of the chairs. He flicked his wand and the jar vanished.
Taking her hand, he held her close and gave his wand another flick.
Fleur's eyes widened when the beetle transformed into a blonde, curly-haired woman with black spectacles and before she could register anything more than that, metal chains emerged from nowhere and wrapped around her. A pair of magic-suppressing cuffs wrapped around her hands as the woman sat bound on the chair, still unconscious.
"Yeah, I might have overpowered that stunner a little bit," Harry said unrepentantly, still glaring at the woman. "Fleur, I'm sure you know who she is."
"Rita Skeeter," Fleur said with a nod.
"Sensationalist reporter for the Daily Prophet and the destroyer of numerous lives for fun, clout, and money. None other than Miss Rita Skeeter. She's someone who has been on my shit list for a while now," Harry spat before his eyes took on a triumphant gleam. "And also… an unregistered animagus."
Fleur's eyes widened.
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