Shadows Unveiled: The Unbroken

Harry watched with rapt attention until Fleur disappeared behind the panel that created the dressing room, hypnotized by the sway of her hips. A part of him was begging for him to follow her, but he kept himself back, wanting to enjoy his toy for longer. But his determination was challenged when a muffled gasp reached to his ears, one that managed to stroke the fires of his arousal, enough for him to reconsider his decision to leave her alone. After all, why should he tried to control himself when she clearly wasn't.

He ordered the wall that was separating them to turn transparent as he pulled himself out of the water, only to see Fleur sitting down, trying to untie the bottom of her swimsuit by one hand. The other, busy squeezing her exquisite breasts. Harry conjured a towel to quickly dry himself while watching her taking a seat, her legs parted wide, the glistening of her inner thighs not entirely from the droplets of water.

He walked to where he left his clothes to pick up his wand, while he continued to watch her trying to get rid of the last piece of clothing she wore. A wave of his wand later, he was completely dry. It wasn't the best sensation, but it was a necessary sacrifice. He didn't want to leave water marks behind himself. He pulled the invisibility cloak around him, and a silencing spell later, he was ready to get a closer view. He could see her mouth opening wide with a cry, but no sound reached him. Apparently, she decided to cast a silencing spell after her first cry, trying to hide what was happening behind the wall. Unfortunately for her, it was already too late.

The moment Harry had joined her on the other side of the wall, he was met with her loud but melodic moans, once again tempting him to use the strongest spells he had to dominate her. But examining the exquisite beauty that lay in front of him, that was the latest he wanted to do. She was a masterpiece, and it would be a betrayal of her worth to use a shortcut.

Instead of using his wand to cast several mind and emotion manipulating spells on her, he stood a step away from her, watching the way her fingers danced around the edges of her entrance, their every twitch underlined with a burning need. Her other hand was no different, sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts again and again as she searched for an elusive climax.

He wished that throwing away the invisibility cloak was an option, but unfortunately, it was not. Still, watching such a beautiful woman masturbating furiously from a close distance was a good consolation prize. With a wave of his wand, he vanished his swimsuit, letting his other wand go free. He wrapped his fingers around his girth, pumping in a furious speed that matched the pace of her fingers.

But that wasn't the only thing he did. Not willing to miss such an opportunity, he dived into her mind, analyzing her thoughts. Just because he wasn't going to manipulate her mind didn't mean he was going to refrain from some snooping around. He was careful not wanting to trigger her ental protections. Thankfully, he had a lot of leeways. She was affected not only by alcohol and physical exertion but also by domineering arousal, forcing her to loosen her control on her allure. Altogether, her mental protections might as well not exist.

The first thing he did was to examine her emotional state. It was hard to get a clue of it, but he could see several tendrils of attraction linking to Bill Weasley. Luckily, it was just a crush, with no contact between them. Her attraction towards him after their enjoyable pool episode already surpassed it. It was lucky that Bill Weasley was trying to play slow. From what he could read, Fleur was convinced that Bill wasn't attracted to him. Harry was willing to bet that Bill was just trying to create the perfect moment to ask, intimidated by Fleur's beauty. He snoozed, he lost, Harry decided.

He wasn't supposed to do anything in her mind, but the temptation proved too hard, and he slid several seeds for interesting dreams in her mind, playing interesting scenarios based on their earlier encounters, like a torrid encounter in the third task, where he decided to take her out of the competition through an innovative way involving ropes, chains, and copious amount of lube. Then, after a brief examination to make sure he hadn't left anything behind, he pulled out, shifting his full attention back to the physical side of their business.

And what a physical, it was. In the minutes he was occupied with her twirling thoughts, her self control had frayed even further, turning her into a living embodiment of sexual need. Her fingers were driving into her furiously, trying to bring a relief that was determined to avoid her. Her fingers sank deeper and deeper to her chest, uncaring of the marks that they left behind.

Harry licked his lips, trying to contain the desire to lean on and cover her spectacular breasts with his teeth marks. He managed to refrain from following that desire, but it was a close call, especially after when her lips parted open, letting out a fresh string of moans, even more charged than before. They were quiet at first, that he was barely able to hear them. But soon, they picked up volume, echoing loudly in the small, half-closed room they were in. They were loud enough to be heard from the corridor if it wasn't for her silencing spell.

Conveniently, her eyes were closed as the signs of an impending orgasm started to appear on her face. She was a treasure, Harry decided. After all, he had used some tricks to enhance her arousal, but none of them were strong enough to bring a reaction of this scale. Whether it was her Veela heritage of her lack of sexual encounters, he didn't know. But whatever it was, it was purely Fleur. And he couldn't wait until he tested her limits.

Her impending orgasm, along with her out of control allure, was pushing Harry to a climax of his own. Seeing her eyes were still closed, he decided to take a bit of risk. He walked behind her and pulled the cloak until his shaft lay out visibly as he pumped it furiously. All it would take for her to open her eyes for a moment, and everything would be ruined, but that possibility sent his heart to an overdrive.

Watching her body tremble with the most impressive climax he had ever seen was enough to push him over the edge as well. He pointed his shaft to her back, covering her with his spray. He was ready to drop the invisibility cloak in place any second, but somehow, her own orgasm distracted her enough to miss the sensation of long strings of pearly liquids that joined the water droplets in her back. Harry ordered the room to take a photo of it. It was a scene that deserved to be immortalized. A beautiful Veela trying to ride an orgasm, unaware of the fact that her back was covered with his seed…

He pulled the cloak on, but stayed there, his wand ready to cast a spell to vanish them when Fleur managed to notice it. But somehow, overwhelmed with her own orgasm, she had managed to miss both the touch and the smell. Soon, she stood up, still trembling, and reached for a towel. She dried her body, which incidentally spread his seed over her body as an invisible layer. Harry felt his shaft jumping back to life at the thought of her walking around, unaware of she was marked by him.

There was a smirk on his face as he walked back. He quickly dressed, and while doing that, he left the screen in its transparent stage, watching Fleur, who was busy caressing her body using the soft towel the room provided. But then, in the middle of her drying, she froze. It lasted only a moment, replaced by a thickening blush as she pressed her hand to her mouth, though it lasted only for a moment. From her sudden panic, Harry guessed that she had momentarily forgotten the silencing spell she had used.

He didn't do anything, other than watching as she pulled her underwear on. "Beautiful," Harry murmured, impressed with the skimpy set she was wearing, baby blue, and more lace than fabric, displaying her beautiful assets to the maximum impact. She was the first woman Harry saw with a decent taste in underwear. He took a note to learn where she was shopping, to pick a few sets for the other girls, especially Susan. He couldn't wait to see her impressive tits covered in clothing they deserved.

A minute later, Fleur stepped into the room proper, and he removed the transparency spell from the wall, not wanting to be caught. It was amusing to watch her walk closer, her steps trembling, unsure, and her eyes firmly on the floor. "Sorry, I'm late," Fleur said in a tone barely above a whisper. He could see that even those words were reluctant, forcibly pushed out in a poor attempt to act obviously.

"No problem, Fleur," Harry answered, not bothering to hide his smirk. "I'm sure whatever that kept you back was very important."

That managed to push her blush even deeper. "Umm," she murmured, her earlier confidence noticeably absent. "Shall we go, I have an early day tomorrow."

"As you wish, Miss Delacour," Harry answered as he gave an exaggerated bow, though he kept his eyes on her, watching her shuffle indecisively. He raised his cloak over his head and invited her to step inside. She did so, but this time, her steps were much slower, much more alert about their extended closeness.

He wasn't a gentleman, so he didn't even bother to give her a moment before using the forced closeness to his benefit. He wrapped one of his arms around her belly, pulling her closer. "Harry?" she asked with a trembling voice, thick with emotion.

"Yes, Fleur," he answered with a casual tone, ignoring her implied question. He waited for a second for her to continue, but still under the effect of the fact that he had been a listener to her orgasm, she stayed silent. Harry tightened his grip even further, which pressed his shaft tightly against her shapely ass. "Let's walk," he said, gesturing her to walk. She sent a fleeting glance towards him, but started walking nevertheless.

They didn't say anything as they walked through the Hogwarts corridors, but from the occasional glances she sent to him, he could see that she wasn't unaffected by the shaft that was lodged between her cheeks. But her reaction wasn't limited to that. Around midway, he felt the pressure against his shaft increasing. It took a second for him to realize the reason, she was intentionally pushing her ass against his shaft. She glanced at him after doing that, looking for his reaction, but he acted unawares, finding it amusing to string the haughty beauty for a while.

Her blush was back on full-force when they reached the tunnel that linked the Three Broomsticks and Hogwarts. Harry reluctantly pulled his cloak, losing the excuse for the forced closeness. She quickly stepped away, but Harry didn't need to read her mind to know it was about the excitement she was feeling.

"So, how is working in Gringotts," he asked, wanting to dilute the awkwardness she was feeling with some small talk.

"It's better than I first feared," Fleur answered instantly, jumping the opportunity to distraction. "They are harsh taskmasters, and not exactly understanding for mistakes, even the smallest ones, but on the plus side, they are clear on their expectations. As long as you can deliver them, you're on their good graces."

"Interesting," he answered. "Maybe I should consider that as a career opportunity. It should be better than the mess that was the Ministry, that's for certain." He chuckled. "Can you imagine me as an Auror under Fudge's command, for example."

She laughed. "Yeah, I can see how that won't work."

"Definitely," he added. "And not to mention, Gringotts has an advantage that could never beat."

"Really? What's that?"

"People who I'm going to work with, of course," he said, though his heated look left no doubt about who he was talking about. And just like that, her blush returned with revenge, bringing a hue that reminded him of strawberries. For the rest of the walk, Fleur had trouble even maintaining small talk, not that Harry pushed her much, enjoying the silence as they walked rest of the tunnel.

He pulled the cloak on at the entrance once more, but this time, she was much more careful about the physical contact. He let her succeed, not wanting to push her in a way that would destroy his progress. A minute later, they were in an abandoned Hogsmeade street covered in shadows. Harry pulled off the cloak.

"It was a fun night," Fleur murmured, her eyes downcast, but her allure betrayed her arousal.

"It definitely was. Just send me a letter whenever you want to swim, and we can repeat it."

"Thanks for the offer," Fleur answered, blush intensifying even further.

"It's my pleasure," he said, not exaggerating the slightest. "Anyway, I should go, but there is one thing before I leave."

"What is it?" Fleur asked.

"I need a refresher," he said. "You know, to make sure that your teachings had stuck." She looked at him, uncomprehending for a moment before her eyes widened in shock, realizing what he was talking about. But it was too late, his lips were already hovering at the entrance of her mouth. He locked lips to hers, trying to push his tongue into her mouth.

With her jaw slackened in shock, it was easy for his tongue to slide inside her mouth, enjoying her taste. But her shock didn't last for long, her tongue joining the battle soon after, battling for domination as the moonlight shone over them. Never one to respect boundaries, he put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer against his body, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips. He was sure that he was going to earn a slap, which was why he was surprised when her hands grabbed his hair instead, pulling him closer. The kiss lengthened…

Then, as sudden as he started, he pulled back, leaving her off balance. She stumbled forward as he pulled the cloak on his shoulders. "It was an amazing night. I'll see for our next date," he said before disappearing from her view, leaving a stupefied Fleur behind…

It was past midnight when he was back in the common room. He needed to sleep, as tomorrow, he had an early class in the morning. Easier said than done, especially with the incredible boner he was suffering. Fleur's incredible show of self-pleasure had made him release once, but the following walk where her hips rubbed against his shaft continuously wasn't conducive for keeping him limp. The constant barrage of her allure didn't help, and nor did the last kiss they shared. He was horny, and needed help.

And the simplest solution for that particular problem was just several feet, and one annoying trick stairway away. Thankfully, he had the foresight to realize that might be a problem, and had called Sirius through the mirror. As he suspected, Sirius provided him several ways of disabling the alarm on the stairway, not to mention several other spells that might be useful for the act itself. Talking to Sirius had been amusing, and beneficial, enough to make Harry call him often.

But he had more immediate things to focus on, so he shook his head, focusing on the moment instead. He hid under the invisibility cloak first, then cast several spells on the stairway in rapid succession, switching its detection target from boys to girls for a minute. It was the simplest way of tricking the stairways according to Sirius, but its application was limited. He couldn't have used it during the day, as any girl that stepped on the stairs would have triggered it instead, revealing the ruse.

But in the middle of the night, that was not a problem, so he quickly climbed the stairs before the ward shifted back to its previous state. He pulled the map once more, checking the location of Hermione's room, one she shared with Lavender and Parvati. He was careful when opening the door, making no sound. He checked to see all three was sleeping. Good, he thought as he cast a sleeping spell on Parvati, ensuring she would stay asleep.

He turned his wand on Lavender, about to cast the same spell again, but before he could do so, Lavender shifted in her place, and her blanket partially slipped, revealing the sleepwear she was wearing, interesting enough for Harry to examine her for a while. She chose to wear a classical looking nightie, a long, flowing one. It reminded him of a conservative muggle dress. Normally, it wouldn't be important. But one important detail changed the whole deal. The nightie was an old one.

On any other girl, that little detail wouldn't have mattered, but Lavender's situation made it worthwhile. She had gone through a spectacular growth spurt earlier this year, bringing her already impressive assets to a level that could almost rival to Susan's. As a consequence, her sleepwear was too tight for her breasts, squeezing them until her breasts had to force their way out, straining the buttons of her dress well-past its limits. It looked like the buttons were about to pop, and since Lavender preferred to sleep without a bra, it gave him an attractive preview of her breasts.

There was no harm in helping them a bit, Harry thought as he cast another spell. This time, it was a weak prank spell, weakening her buttons. But with the pressure her breasts was applying, they popped open, creating an amazing cleavage as a result. He licked his lips, wishing that sliding next to Lavender instead of Hermione was an option.

Of course, just because it wasn't an option for tonight didn't mean he couldn't arrange it to be one for the next time. And he decided to start the process now. It would be riskier than just wooing her during the daytime, but also more fun. After a brief consideration, he cast two spells on her, one to increase the sensitivity of her body considerably, the second a soft spell that would force her to slowly wake up in a couple of minutes.

Then, he quickly got rid of his clothes, and slid in Hermione's bed, ready to start the night's activities. And this time, he was going to get two birds in one stone.