You are the only Flower of my Life

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The Gryffindor common room buzzed with anticipation as students lounged on the scarlet and gold sofas. Minerva McGonagall stood at the front near the enchanted clock, her robes impeccably pressed.

"May I have everyone's attention, please?" Her firm yet kind voice silenced the chatter instantly. The room fell into a hushed expectancy, eyes turning toward their Head of House.

Minerva took a moment, her gaze sweeping over the assembled Gryffindors. "I am delighted to inform you all that Hogwarts will be hosting the Yule Ball in two weeks' time as part of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament festivities."

A collective gasp of excitement rippled through the room. Whispers of "Yule Ball!" and "Finally!" floated in the air, particularly among the female students who exchanged delighted glances and animated discussions about gowns and dates.

Lavender Brown sat beside Ron, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can you imagine, Ron? It's going to be magical!" she exclaimed, her fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of her hair.

Ron Weasley, lounging next to her, looked at Lavender skeptically. "Yeah, magical for sure, " he grumbled, much to Lavender's disappointment.

Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione sat in another corner of the common room; Hermione didn't seem as excited as the other girls at the thought of going out to the Yule Ball, but she still seemed far more than Ron.

Harry, however, felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The thought of attending the Yule Ball filled him with unease. "I don't know if I should go," he murmured to Hermione, who gave him an encouraging smile.

Before Hermione could respond, Professor McGonagall continued. "As Champions of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory are expected to attend the Yule Ball. It will be an excellent opportunity to foster camaraderie among the houses."

Harry's heart sank further. He glanced around the room, seeing friends excitedly discussing their plans while he felt more and more out of place.

As the announcement concluded, students began to disperse, animatedly planning their outfits and potential dates. Harry remained seated for a moment longer, staring into the flickering flames of the fireplace, lost in thought. Finally, he stood and began to make his way toward the common room entrance, intending to avoid the spotlight.

But Minerva McGonagall had other plans. She approached him quietly, her expression softening. "Mr. Potter," she began, her tone gentle yet firm. "May I have a word with you in private?"

Harry looked up, a mixture of surprise and apprehension in his eyes. "Yes, Professor?"

She gestured toward the outside of the common room. "Please, follow me."

They moved away from the bustling area, settling right next to the fat lady's painting.

"Mister Potter," Minerva began, her voice earnest, "I understand that the Yule Ball may seem daunting, especially with you being the fourth champion. However, your presence there is important, not just for Hogwarts, but for fostering good relations with our counterparts from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

Harry nodded slowly, the pressure of his role weighing heavily on him. "I know, Professor. It's just... I don't really know if I'm cut out for something like this."

Minerva regarded him thoughtfully. "I saw you facing a dragon, and I know you went after the Philospher Stone, you went to the chamber of secrets, and faced Sirius Black during the third year, yet you are telling me asking a girl to come to the Yule Ball is somehow more difficult."

"Well, when you put it like that..." His words trailed off as he suddenly thought of someone who might come with him to the bloody Yule Ball. "Actually, I think I know who I will ask for this Ball." he added after a short pause, Fleur's face appeared before him, and he felt stupid for nothing about her right away, but he knew he was supposed to dance in this ball, he would humiliate himself in front of everyone.

"Good. Otherwise, I would think the Sorting Hat made a mistake." Minerva said with her sharp voice before leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

As Minerva departed, Harry took a deep breath, feeling a bit more resolved. He turned back to join Hermione.

Hermione noticed his contemplative expression and gave him a reassuring nod. "Everything alright, Harry?"

He managed a small smile. "Yeah, I think so. Professor McGonagall just reminded me that I should go to the Yule Ball."

"So, who are you going with?"

Harry glanced around furtively before sitting beside her on the couch. "I'm thinking of asking Fleur." He said with a quiet voice, much to Hermione's delight.

"I think you two will look excellent for each other, Harry." Hermione said with a bright smile, patting him on the back.

"Sirius said the same, well, he said a lot more than you, something about my father being proud." Harry mumbled with a chuckle of amusement, remembering his godfather's celebration when he told her that he was dating Fleur Delacour. When he realized that she was a Veela, Sirius applauded and acted as if he was crying tears of joy.

Harry suddenly remembered something. "What about you, Hermione? Who are you thinking to invite?" he asked, quickly realizing that she said nothing about who could be her date.

"...I'm not sure..." Hermione said nervously, twisting a strand of her bushy hair and averting his eyes from him. "For now I will just wait. I'm sure I will find someone." Hermione said airily like it was no big deal to her, but Harry realized that she had no idea who would invite her to the Yule Ball.

If he didn't have Fleur, he would have asked her to the Yule Ball, as friends of course. But he knew he couldn't go there with two girls, and this was a special opportunity for the two of them, and he wanted this moment to be special, then he remembered one crucial part about the Yule Ball.

"Oh, shit." Harry cursed under his breath, audibly enough for Hermione to hear, and she quickly turned her head to look at him.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"I...I have no clue about dancing, Hermione." Harry muttered as he slowly turned to face her, his face going white as if someone just told him that he should dance with Voldemort in the Yule Ball.

"Oh," Hermione said without thinking before quickly clearing her throat and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Harry. If you ask Fleur, I'm sure she will teach you how to dance, Harry. You still have two weeks left. Ask her tomorrow about the Yule Ball, and then tell her that you need a few lessons on dancing, and I'm sure she will be happy to help you." Hermione said reassuringly, and Harry felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Thank you, Hermione. You're a lifesaver," Harry said with a grateful smile. Hermione returned the smile, but her expression soon shifted, her eyes distant as if she was lost in thought.

Harry, wondering if she was thinking about homework or something equally Hermione-like, was caught off guard when she asked the last thing he expected. "Harry, why haven't you told us that you can sing?"

His mouth dropped open, completely speechless. For a moment, Harry just stared at her, his mind racing. How did she know? He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a quieter corner of the Common Room, making sure no one else was paying attention.

"Did Fleur tell you?" he asked, his voice tight with a hint of anger.

Hermione blinked, looking amused. "No... you did. Just now." Her sly smirk said it all, and Harry realized he'd been played—played like a fiddle.

"Alright, fine," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why did you think I could sing? You wouldn't just ask that out of nowhere."

"Well, Fleur did mention how much she liked the 'singer of Hogwarts' when we first met her." Hermione's smile grew as she continued, "And you brushed it off at the time, which was suspicious. But last week, I'm certain I heard you singing—couldn't find you, though. Now you've gone and confirmed it."

Harry cursed himself under his breath. How could I have been so careless? His frustration must've shown because Hermione's teasing expression softened.

"Harry, why didn't you say anything?" she asked, her voice gentler now. "It's me, Hermione. You can tell me anything." There was sadness in her eyes as if she thought he didn't trust her.

"I know," Harry said quickly, though more aggressively than he intended. "Hermione, Fleur only knows by accident. I didn't tell her on purpose. It's not like I kept it a secret from you because she's my girlfriend now."

The flicker of hurt on Hermione's face faded, replaced with relief. "Oh, I see. So it wasn't about trust."

"Exactly," Harry sighed. "It's not a big deal."

Hermione tilted her head, looking thoughtful. "I still don't understand why you wanted to keep it a secret. I didn't hear much last week, but from what I did hear, you sounded wonderful."

Harry's jaw tightened. "Hermione, I really don't want to talk about this," he said, his voice edged with discomfort.

Hermione, however, wasn't ready to drop it. She was gearing up for one of her famous 'you-should-know-better' speeches when someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned to see Neville standing awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Neville!" Harry said, more relieved than he'd ever been to see his classmate. "What's up?"

Neville looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. "Well, um, I was wondering if... well..."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "If what?"

Neville's face flushed bright red. "Well...I...wanted...to ask you for the Yule Ball.."

Harry blinked in surprise. "Ah, sorry, mate, but I don't swing that way."

Neville's eyes widened in horror. "Not you!" he exclaimed, a bit too loudly. His face, if possible, turned an even deeper shade of red. "I meant Hermione!"

"Oh!" Hermione gasped, caught off guard.

She hadn't expected any invitation from anyone, especially not Neville. She was sure that she would be the only girl in Hogwarts without a date; after all, it had taken three years for the girls in her room to start being more friendly with her, so she figured the boys didn't really want her close. If this Yule Ball had happened last year, she would have wanted Ron to invite her, but after his jealousy towards Harry and the time they spent together after everyone turned their backs on him, she was not sure anymore if she wanted Ron to be the one. She didn't know who she wanted, but it wasn't Ron. Suddenly, she realized that she was standing there and staring at Neville without saying a word because Harry quickly nudged her forward.

"Say something," Harry said quietly, and Hermione turned a little red, realizing she had been just staring at Neville as Ron stared at his food.

"...S...Sure. I accept your invitation, Neville." Hermione agreed, and the boy let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry knew when he was a third wheel, so he walked away, leaving the two alone to discuss the Yule Ball. Right now, it was the middle of the night, so he couldn't ask Fleur, but asking her would be the first thing he does tomorrow.

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The following morning, excitement for the Yule Ball continued to build. Students exchanged invitations, discussed potential dates, and shared stories of past dances. Harry began to consider how he would ask her for the date. He didn't understand how it was possible that asking her in the Yule Ball seemed so hard to do, but he quickly regained his bravery. He wasn't sure if it was bravery or what it was, but he felt more confident. He made his way over to the Main Hall. Many students walked past him, including students from the other houses.

Harry stopped before the door that led to the Main Hall, waiting for her. Besides him, against the wall were four Big Sandglasses, one for each house. The sand in them and how much they were filled with it showed which House had the most House Points.

Just then, Fleur Delacour approached, her elegant Beauxbatons attire shimmering under the corridor lights.

"Harry," she greeted with a warm smile as she strode over to him. "I thought I would meet you inside." She kissed his lips, not caring what everyone else thought about them. This quickly earned the looks of many, many students who didn't know yet that Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter were an item.

Harry turned a little red but still quite liked it, especially when Fleur pulled her arm around his and made sure her large breasts were pressing against his arm. He was glad that his House Robes did a good job hiding his bulge because right now, his cock was rock hard, and he wished he was alone in his room to relieve himself or take a very cold shower.

Fleur, on the other hand, smiled smugly at every witch who sent a glare her way. She didn't care if they hated her; they were of no importance to her. No witch in this school meant anything to her besides Hermione. She knew Harry and her were very good friends, and she wanted to have her good side. Everyone else, well, they didn't matter.

She remembered the way they all cursed Harry after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. They didn't try to question it, but they just hated him because everyone else was doing it. She did the same, much to her shame, but at least she apologized. She had yet to see any of them apologize for being so mean to him only because they were all jealous of him.

Fleur then looked at Harry and couldn't understand how someone could be so good-looking, especially his emerald eyes. "You look handsome, Arry." She said with a purr and made sure to push her large breasts a little more against his arm, and this had the desired effect of Harry groaning, and she could see the impressive budge on his pants, she couldn't quite tell because of his uniform, but she knew her Arry must have an impressive cock, her mouth watered just at the thought of having that cock deep in her mouth, sucking it like it was a popsicle.

"Thank you, Fleur," Harry replied, feeling a surge of confidence. "You look beautiful as always."

They shared a brief, comfortable silence before Harry took a deep breath. "Would you like to talk somewhere more private?"

Fleur's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Of course."

They moved to a quieter corner of the corridor, away from the bustling students. Harry felt his nerves settle as they stood close together.

"Fleur," he began, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me."

Fleur's smile deepened, and without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips. "I would love to, Harry."

Relief and joy washed over him, but a flicker of anxiety swiftly followed the moment. "There's just one thing... I don't actually know how to dance."

Fleur laughed softly, her hand resting reassuringly on his arm. "Don not worry, Harry. I weel teach you. We can practice together. We 'ave two weeks to be prepared. I weel make sure you are ze best dancer een that floor when I'm done wiz you."

"Thank you, Fleur. That means a lot," Harry said, relieved and with a bright smile.

Fleur glanced around furtively before pushing him against the wall and kissing him. Harry moaned into her lips and kissed her back; his arms went around her waist, keeping her close to him. He opened his mouth and allowed her tongue to enter his; her lips were sweet like honey.

This wasn't the first time Harry had make out with Fleur, but this time, he decided to be a little more daring, and his hands went below her waist and cupped her ass cheeks through the dress.

Fleur moaned from the pleasure, and she pulled away, giving him a look that made him weak to his knees. Despite being mostly immune from her allure, Fleur could always make him all hers with just a seductive look that he quite liked to see. Harry felt her hands playing with his hair.

"Hmmm." She hummed pleasantry. "Deed you like touching my derrière, Arry?" She asked haughtily, making sure to press herself against him as she leaned closer and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Yes." Harry admitted shamelessly, and to prove his point, his hand slid down below her waist and cupped her ass cheeks, he could feel the wonderful dress-covered flesh underneath his fingers, and Fleur's moan was like music to his ears, but despite hearing that, he still felt the need to ask. "Do you want me to stop?" Harry asked in a hushed tone, but the corridor was mostly empty.

"Non." Fleur moaned, grabbing his hands and placing them back on her beautiful bubble ass. "You are my boyfriend, Arry. You can touch me as much as you want. I would actually be offended eef you didn't want to touch me." Fleur said sensually against his ears and moaned again when his large hands cupped them once again.

A part of her wanted to find the nearest classroom so she could ride his cock, show him how a Veela can ride their mate, and have him moan her name, and her moaning his name for everyone to hear, to let everyone know that Harry Potter was hers, and she was his, but she wanted their first time to be special, and after the Yule Ball would be the perfect time for that.

"Can we start your dancing lesson now?" Fleur asked with a seductive voice.

"Right now?" Harry asked, wondering why she suddenly wanted to start the lessons.

"So I can reward you everytime you are good, and when we are done. I weel give you a very good reward." Fleur spoke seductively with a hushed tone against his ears.

Harry felt he was swimming in her allure, and it didn't help as she kissed his lips again before grabbing his wrist and leading him away to the nearest classroom so they could start dancing.

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The afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows of the empty classroom, casting warm, golden pools of light onto the polished wooden floor. Harry stood near the center of the room, nervously adjusting his glasses and tugging at the sleeves of his school uniform.

Fleur Delacour entered, her silvery-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a soft blue dress that seemed to float around her as she moved, matching the hue of her eyes. Carrying a small, enchanted music box, she smiled warmly at Harry. "Are you ready for our first lesson?" she asked, her accent adding a melodic lilt to her words.

Harry swallowed hard, offering a shy grin. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied. "Thanks for doing this, Fleur. I really appreciate it."

She waved a delicate hand dismissively. "Eet's my pleasure, Harry. Now, let us begin." Placing the music box on a nearby desk, she tapped it gently with her wand. A soft waltz began to play, filling the room with a gentle melody.

Fleur stepped closer, holding out her hand. "First, you must learn ze proper stance," she instructed. Harry took her hand, noticing how cool and soft it felt against his. She placed his other hand on her waist, guiding him into position. "Relax," she whispered, sensing his tension. "Just follow my moves, Arry."

He nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. They began to move slowly, Fleur leading him through the basic steps of the waltz. "One, two, zree... one, two, zree..." she counted softly, her eyes locked with his to encourage him.

Almost immediately, Harry felt his foot collide with hers. "Oh! Sorry!" he exclaimed, pulling back slightly.

Fleur laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Eet's alright. Let's try again." They resumed their positions, and she guided him once more. But again, he stepped on her toe.

"Sorry! I'm really bad at this," Harry said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don not worry," Fleur assured him. "Everyone starts somewhere. I stepped on my father's shot many times before I got eet." She adjusted his grip slightly and demonstrated the steps more slowly. "Watch my feet," she suggested. "See how zey move een time wiz ze music."

He focused intently, mimicking her movements as best he could. They took a few steps successfully, but then he stumbled, accidentally stepping on the hem of her dress this time. "I'm so sorry!" he apologized, mortified.

Fleur shook her head gently. "Eet's just a dress, Harry. Non harm done." She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps eet weel help eef you close your eyes."

He looked at her skeptically. "Close my eyes? Won't that make it worse?"

"Trust me," she said with a wink. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes. "Now, listen to ze music."

They began to move again. Without the pressure of watching his feet, Harry found that he could indeed sense the flow of the music more keenly. They completed a few steps smoothly before he faltered again.

"That was better!" Fleur praised. "See? You're improving already."

He opened his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Maybe this isn't hopeless after all."

"Not at all," she affirmed. "Let's keep going."

They practiced for the better part of an hour, the initial awkwardness gradually giving way to a more comfortable rhythm. Harry's confidence grew with each successful turn, and Fleur's presence and her talking with him made this whole thing much more enjoyable.

At one point, after completing a full sequence without any missteps, Harry grinned widely. "I did it!"

Fleur clapped her hands softly. "Yes, you deed! I knew you could." She reset the music box to play a different tune, slightly faster this time. "Shall we try wiz a quicker tempo?"

Feeling buoyed by his progress, Harry nodded. "Yes."

They began again, the livelier music adding a new challenge. Though he stumbled a couple of times, Harry managed to keep pace. Fleur's encouragement never wavered, and her laughter whenever they made a mistake made the experience all the more pleasant.

After three hours of teaching him, they completed a full dance without any mistakes. The music faded, and they came to a gentle stop. Breathing slightly heavier, Harry looked at Fleur with a mixture of surprise and happiness. "We did it!" he exclaimed.

Fleur smiled brightly. "You 'ave learned so quickly, Harry. I'm impressed."

He chuckled, a hint of bashfulness returning. "I had a great teacher."

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "You know, you move very well when you're not overthinking."

"Maybe I just needed to get out of my own way," he admitted.

Fleur stepped a little closer, her expression softening. "Confidence suits you." There was a brief pause.

Before he could respond, Fleur leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. When she pulled back, her cheeks had a faint, rosy hue. "That ees your reward," she said softly.

"I think I need another reward to be convinced," Harry said with a cheeky smile, and Fleur giggled cutely before kissing him again. She moaned as Harry's tongue entered her mouth, and explored her mouth. The need for breath made them pull away, and Harry's face was a little red.

"Tu es incroyable, Fleur." Harry said and Fleur smiled with admiration.

"You are getting better, Arry. Zis ees not ze only reward, Harry. When you manage to not step on my toes or dress for a whole day of dancing, then I weel give you something to remember until ze Yule Ball." Fleur said seductively before palming his cock through the pant, she almost gasped at how thick and long he was, and Harry moaned softly. This was his first time, and he was a little too inexperienced. Fleur could see that, not that it bothered her. She would make sure that within a month, he would be the best in bed.

"Remember zis next time we dance, Arry." Fleur said against his lips before putting her hand away a little reluctantly.

"I don't think I can ever forget that." Harry mumbled, and Fleur giggled beautifully, kissing him one more time on the lips.

"I 'ope not, but soon, zere weel be many other things you won't forget." Fleur winked at him.

Just then, the distant sound of students filling the corridors signaled that classes were about to resume. Fleur glanced toward the door. "We should probably go before we're missed."

"Right," Harry agreed, though a part of him wished they could stay a little longer.

As they gathered their things, Fleur touched his arm gently. "Same time tomorrow?"

He nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. I could use all the practice I can get."

She gave him an encouraging smile. "Me too."

They left the classroom together, stepping into the bustling hallway where students hurried to their next classes. The noise and activity seemed a world away from the quiet intimacy they had just shared.

Walking side by side, they exchanged a few more words before parting ways. "See you later, Harry," Fleur said, giving a small wave as she headed toward the Beauxbatons carriage.

"See you, Fleur," he replied, watching her until she disappeared around a corner.

Throughout the rest of the day, Harry couldn't help but replay the dancing lesson in his mind. The feel of Fleur's hand in his, the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when he got the steps right—it all made the upcoming Yule Ball feel less intimidating.

During dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione noticed his distant smile. "You seem awfully happy," she remarked, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Harry shrugged lightly, trying to play it cool. "Just had a good day, that's all."

Ron raised an eyebrow skeptically and with a hint of jealousy that Harry and Hermione hadn't missed. "Does this 'good day' have anything to do with a certain Beauxbatons student?"

"Yes," Harry admitted without a hint of embarrassment, just as a familiar voice cut through the noise of the Great Hall. He smiled knowingly and turned to greet Fleur.

"Bonjour, 'Arry. Bonjour, Hermione," Fleur greeted warmly, her accent drawing the attention of half the hall. She glanced at Ron, who was sitting nearby, though he seemed too preoccupied with his breakfast, a bit of scrambled egg clinging to his chin while he gawked openly at her. It wasn't just Ron—several boys had stopped eating, talking, or doing anything else the moment Fleur entered the room.

"Honestly, do you all have to stare like this?" Hermione huffed, glaring at the boys around them. Her scolding snapped several of them out of their daze, and they quickly turned back to their meals, faces flushed in embarrassment. Ron, meanwhile, grabbed his plate and shuffled several seats down, avoiding eye contact altogether.

"Zank you, Hermione," Fleur said, flashing a grateful smile before taking the seat next to Harry, which was now free.

"I heard you two had a good time dancing last night," Hermione teased, raising an eyebrow at Harry.

"I had the best teacher," Harry replied, his smile turning blissful as he glanced at Fleur. She giggled softly before leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek, drawing a few more jealous glances from the surrounding tables.

Hermione was happy to see Harry, well, happy. She didn't know yet what kind of person Fleur was, but from what she had seen so far. She was the only good thing that came out of the bloody Tournament.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps, and they all turned to see Roger Davies, a Ravenclaw student. Who looked at Fluer with a look that made her a little disgusted because it reminded her of the hundreds of looks she received every day from students and sometimes even Professors; thankfully, none of the Professors here at Hogwarts seemed to care about her beauty.

"Your tits look even bigger up close," Roger said brazenly, his eyes glued to her chest with no attempt to hide his lecherous gaze.

The Weasley twins, who had overheard, cringed visibly. Fred muttered to George, "Even a donkey can do better than that."

Harry was quick to stand up for Fleur, but this time, she decided to take care of this little boy by herself. "What don you want? I want you to stop staring at me like that," Fleur said, sounding friendly enough but with a hidden hint of warning for the seventh year who licked his lips.

Roger, oblivious to the danger, smirked and licked his lips. "Right, I want you to come to the Yule Ball with me," he said, holding out his hand as though she should be grateful for the offer.

"Non." Fleur's reply was immediate, her voice sharp. "I already 'ave my date." To make her point, she leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek again, her arm snaking around his shoulders.

Roger's expression soured instantly. "Potter?" he sneered, glaring at Harry. "You can do much better, Veela. I heard your kind can't live without getting a good fuck every day, so here I am. I can even call some of my friends; three is always better than one. We can fill all your hol-"

But before he could finish, Roger let out a sudden, strangled gasp. Everyone in the Great Hall turned just in time to see a white stain spread across the front of his pants. His face went beet-red as horrified realization dawned on him.

The hall fell into stunned silence for a moment, then erupted in laughter. Students doubled over in their seats, tears streaming from their eyes. Roger, humiliated and furious, bolted from the hall, his face nearly as red as his stained trousers.

Harry sat back down, still stunned by what had just happened. He turned to Fleur, admiration and amusement dancing in his eyes. "Did you just...?"

Fleur smiled innocently, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "I 'ave non idea what you are talking about, 'Arry." She smirked and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, drawing a few more stares from the students who were still recovering from the spectacle. She moaned softly into the kiss, keeping him close for a few extra moments before pulling away.

The Weasley twins, who had witnessed the entire scene, dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes. "Our Harry's all grown up!" Fred cried out, loud enough for the entire hall to hear. "He's a man now!"

George joined in, pretending to sob. "We're so proud!"

Harry, grinning despite himself, shook his head at the twins' antics while Fleur chuckled softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

One Week Later - Empty Classroom

Fleur approached him with a warm, encouraging smile that lit up her entire face. She wore a simple, flowing dress that accentuated her graceful movements. "Ready to show me what you've learned, Harry?" she asked, her tone playful yet expectant.

Harry nodded a determined glint in his eyes. "I think you'll be impressed," he replied, his voice steady and sure.

Harry extended his hand, and Fleur took it, her touch light but firm. They stepped into a dance position, her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist, and their other hands joined.

As the first notes of the waltz played, Harry led with a confidence that surprised even him. They moved together seamlessly, their bodies synchronized with the rhythm of the music. Each step, each turn, was executed with precision. Harry's movements were fluid, his previous awkwardness replaced by a smooth, natural flow. Fleur followed his lead effortlessly, her eyes sparkling with delight and admiration.

They danced around the classroom, their feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. Harry felt a surge of exhilaration as he realized not only was he keeping up with Fleur, but he was leading the dance.

As the song neared its end, they performed a final, flawless spin, coming to a stop in the center of the room. The music lingered for a moment before fading into silence, but neither moved to break their close embrace.

Fleur looked up at Harry, her eyes alight with excitement. "Harry, that was wonderful," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine awe.

Before Harry could respond, Fleur pulled him closer. Her lips met his in a searing kiss that took his breath away. Harry responded instinctively, his hands moving to her back, drawing her even closer.

Pulling away, Harry wondered if that was it when Fleur leaned closer and palmed his cock through his pants. "Time for your real reward, Arry. I weel suck your cock until you are dry," she promised, and Harry felt his breath stuck in his throat as Fleur pushed him so he could sit at the desk.

"This is my first time, Fleur," Harry confessed softly, his voice laced with vulnerability as he looked down.

But Fleur, gently lifted his chin with her fingers, guiding his gaze back to hers. Her warm and full of affection eyes locked onto his.

"Shh, don't worry, mon cher," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody filled with tenderness and desire. "Zis makes zis even better. Eet means I can be your first een everything."

She slowly knelt between his legs, her touch confident yet gentle as her hands found the zipper of his pants.

She could see its size clearly through his underpants. It was easily the biggest cock she had ever seen.

"Wow!" She gasped in shock, but she wasn't afraid; she was excited; her mouth watered, and she easily slid down his underpants, and the cock sprung out towards her; its face was red and thick, and it was easily nine inches long and quite thick.

"Arry, you should 'ave told me you were hiding zis monster inside. I would 'ave sucked you ze moment I met you." she said seductively, Fleur grasped his cock with her soft hand, her fingers curling around the size, rubbing it up and down, while Harry moaned from the new sensation. Her soft little hand felt so much better than his own hand.

"Time for some fun."

Harry's head dropped as she took him in her mouth. She moaned as she tasted some of his dripping pre-cum. He could feel her tongue licking the underside of his cock, and he gripped the desk as she sucked the head.

When Fleur looked up, she saw the hottest thing she'd ever seen: Harry moaning in complete pleasure, making her wet and aching with desire. She couldn't help but moan at how painfully handsome Harry was, especially seeing him in such a state.

She sucked him to the half point, and then she started pulling out his cock slowly, her full lips dragging across the hot skin, and making Harry crazy, the way he was gripping the desk, and moaning her name, Fleur knew he was close. When only the tip was left in her beautiful mouth, she took a small breath and swallowed his cock in one go, feeling the tip deep in her throat. Then, she reemerged, sucking in a deep breath before she sank her mouth down onto his cock again, bobbing her head up and down on Harry's member.

Her hand delicately cradled his balls and tickled them while every time her mouth reached the head of his cock; her tongue swirled around the mushroom-shaped head and its sensitive underside before she sank him back into her throat again. She sucked tenderly on Harry's cock, wet slurping sounds emitting through the classroom along with his moans, which he struggled to contain.

"Fleur, I'm gonna come," he moaned.

She didn't seem to acknowledge his words. Instead, her head turned into a blur as she sucked his cock as if it was the most delicious thing in the world, and Harry moaned her name before reaching his peak.

Fleur moaned at the taste of his cum entering her mouth and sliding down her throat. She licked the seed that was dripping from her lips after sucking him dry, while her hands stroked his erection to revive it. She could taste the magic in his cum, and she was a Veela. This kind of cum was rare, and she made sure to swallow every bit of it like she was starving. After swallowing every drop, she felt a sudden urge of power inside her; suddenly, she felt heat growing in her pussy, hotter and hotter, and she let out a loud, melodic moan, much to Harry's confusion.

"Fleur? What happened?" Harry asked, confused, seeing that Fleur was shaking, and her face had turned bright red, but she seemed to be experiencing bliss. She stood there for a good minute, breathing heavily and shaking, until she gradually regained her composure and gazed up at Harry with admiration.

"Arry." the way she said his name made him groan, and she quickly started worshipping his cock once again.

"Ohh, Fleur!" Harry moaned as she dipped her head down and took him into her hungry mouth, ready for round two or maybe even three and four, until Harry had nothing left to give her for today.

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