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  A look into the mind of Fleur Decour~

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  Vexed. That was the word for it. As the four Triwizard Champions and their dates for the evening dance across the ballroom uhe eyes of everyone else, Fleur Decour finds herself most vexed.

  It wasn’t a state of being that the part vee articurly used to, to tell the truth. Even though she was only a quarter-blooded vee on her mother’s side, Fleur Decour was very much used to getting her way. Between her geous looks, her domineering personality, and her magical skill, there weren’t many doors that had ever been closed to her. The amount of times she’d found herself stymied or denied what she wanted before ing to this bsted English School could be ted on one hand.

  Now though, ever since arriving here, she’d found those moments of being denied quickly rag up until she was in danger of having to use her other hand as well to t them! And seemingly all of it could be id at the feet of one young man… the Boy-Who-Lived.

  Not that he was a boy at all, Fleur had e to learn. In spite of her initial skepticism regarding Harry Potter’s capabilities, she was forced to aowledge that he was in no way the ‘little boy’ that she’d first beled him. Nor was he truly their inferior in any way. Despite entering the Triwizard Tour on a teicality, despite being the fourth champion in a lihat was only supposed to be three (it was even in the name, damn it!), he had more than proven his worthiness of standing alongside all of them.

  In fact, he had ultimately proven himself MORE worthy than any of them, despite the extra years and additional experiehey all should have had over him. Oh sure, he’d tied with Viktor Krum on the First Task, but only because of btant favoritism from Krum’s Headmaster. If it wasn’t for Karkaroff’s unwillio let Harry score higher than his own Champion, the younger wizard would have blown them all out of the water.

  No, rather, he HAD blown them all out of the water, regardless of what the point tallies said. His magical prowess against the Hungarian Horntail, arguably the most dangerous dragon they’d fielded in the First Task, had been sed to none. Certainly not sed to her own. He’d defeated her fair and square, easily winning their wager. It hadn’t even been close and Fleur… Fleur had been thhly put in her pce by the young man.

  Not wanting to give him an opportunity to think too hard about what he might demand from her, Fleur dragging Harry off immediately after the First Task to fulfill her side of the bet was more a matter of self-preservation than anything else.

  Given time to mull over what he might want from her, the young man could have e up with any number of humiliating, sdalous desires. Or, he might have even gohe smarter route and demanded she handicap herself in some way in future tasks, so he would have a better ce of winning the eour.

  Fleur hadn’t known when she’d dragged him off what the Sed Task would entail but having no figured out the secret of the Golden Egg, she was well and truly gd that she hadn’t given Harry any time to pte what sort of favor he could demand of her. She was going to be handicapped enough as is, given that her vee heritage made water the exact opposite of her favored element and ultimately her natural enemy.

  That said, of all the things Harry Potter could have asked for… his request of a simple kiss had taken her aback. Perhaps it shouldn’t have. It was a rather basiswer from an inexperienced young wizard to a very beautiful older witch, wasn’t it? If one assumed Harry to be virginal and i, then he probably wouldn’t even think of anything crasser than a chaste kiss.

  Except Fleur knew better now, of course. There was nothing virginal, i, or na?ve about the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry fug Potter was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and Fleur had walked right into his trap. Not only had he resisted her Vee Allure without so much as missing a beat or even showing that he felt it, but his kiss… his kiss had been positively intoxig.

  Fleur was no i maiden herself. She remained virginal of course, untouched when it came to true intercourse… but she had experimented here and there all the same. Fingers, tooug this and that. Her vee heritage demanded no less of her. She was well-versed in kissing in particur, and had been eager to leave Harry wanting more after her ignoble defeat at his hands. This, she’d believed, was an arena in which she could effortlessly dominate and overtake him.

  She’d been wrong. She’d been so, s. Not only did her allure have absolutely no effect, but Harry had been the oo leave HER wanting more, as much as she would never admit it. It had taken her weeks afterwards to dissect exactly what he’d doe nights spent researg the magical phenomenon and even sending carefully vague letters trandmother and her Vee seeking answers.

  In the end though, the answer had turned out to be just as simple as Harry’s request for a single kiss. He hadn’t performed any particur spell or done some ritual that made him irresistible to vee and immuo their allures. All he’d done… was offer up his magic for her to devour.

  It was a simple move that heless spoke to a level of skill, fine trol, and power that had Fleur absolutely salivating at the thought of it. He had offered up his own magic through their kiss, and Fleur’s heritage as a partial magical creature meant that she’d gobbled it up like some ravenous piggy. Humiliating? Yes. Intriguing? Also yes.

  How had someone as young as Harry Potter learo do something like that? How did he kly how to tease her and toy with her to prompt the rea she’d had to him? And… how could she get him to do it again?

  It was unfortuhat her initial rea to supping from Harry’s magic had been fear and arm. On the one hand, Fleur knew she’d made the right call, taking a step bad figuring out what the fuck had happened rather than diving in with both eyes closed. However, at the same time that meant by the time she’d figured out what she wanted… Harry was already spoken for.

  While it would have had the gossip hounds salivating if Fleur were to be the oo ask Harry to the Yule Ball, she still probably would have do all the same if he hadn’t already asked one of his year mates to go with him instead. Admittedly, this ‘Hermione Granger’ ed up rather well for a muggleborn. Her usage of both magical and muggle beauty teiques had left her positively glowing and dht geous. Not as geous as Fleur of course, but that was to be expected.

  Still, look! Look at what the brue had to do to mimic even a fra of Fleur’s beauty?! Side by side, paring the two of them, Fleur still should have e out on top by a wide margin! So then why was Harry ign her? Why was he barely paying her even the slightest of mind?

  The first song es to an end, and so does the first dance. As this happens, Fleur notices how each other Champion Pair reacts. Viktor Krum takes his date by the hand and firmly pulls her from the dance floor, over to the refreshments. No doubt the Bulgarian Seeker has noticed how aggressive she was being towards Harry and his date and is oo-pleased about it. Fleur had heard through the rumor mill that Viktor’s first choice for the Yule Ball had been this mugglebranger as well, so she’d not surprised that the Durmstrang Witch he ended up taking instead was feeling insecure.

  Meanwhile, Cedric Diggory slumps the moment that the song is over and other pairings begin moving out onto the dance floor. His date for the evening, an Asian Witch from Ravencw, has to support him as they make their way off of the dance floor as well. Unlike Krum and his date, who Fleur assumes will be dang again before the night is over, she suspects Diggory and his will not.

  It was ironi a way. The Hufflepuff Wizard was the legitimate Hogwarts Champion, a in Fleur’s mind, his and Harry’s positions had been pletely flipped. Now it was Cedric Diggory who she didn’t think should still be iour. He’d seemed like quite the capable man at first, between his dashing looks and easy fidence.

  But both of those things were gone now. The looks had been repced by immense scarring that was mostly covered up by bandages even now. And his fidehat was very clearly shot too. Not that Fleur could truly bme him. Dragon Fire wasn’t something anyone was said to be able to recover from easily, either physically or mentally.

  Unfortunately fgory, the Triwizard Tour didn’t allow for quitters. So long as the testants still drew breath, they were bound by the magic of the Goblet of Fire. Bound by magical trapete or die trying, all the way until a winner had been decred. Teically, she supposed if the people in charge really wao spare Diggory, they could have rushed to the end of the Tour. But there had beealk of that. Everything was tinuily as intended.

  It left Fleur w how Diggory would be expected to tackle the Sed Task, given what she knew about it. Would they cart him out, have him dip his toes ier, and hope that was sidered ‘participation’? Or did they actually io force him to give it an actual attempt and risk his already failih even further as a result?

  … In the end, it wasn’t Fleur’s problem. While she of course had a certain level of sympathy for the Hufflepuff Wizard, they’d all known what they were getting into when they submitted their o the Goblet of Fire. Well, all of them except for Harry Potter if he was to be believed about someone else submitting his name for him.

  Attention turning back to Harry with that thought, Fleur’s lips purse when she sees that he and Granger are not leaving the dance floor like the other Champions. Without hesitation, Fleur gives her own date for the evening, a det enough Hogwarts wizard named Roger Davies, a tug to keep him from leaving.

  “I am not done dang yet.”

  Very muamored with her, both due to her allure and her natural good looks aic at, Davies blinks before smiling.

  “Oh! Of course!”

  He certainly shows no issue with them tinuing to dahough unlike Krum, he obviously hadn’t noticed Fleur’s attention drifting from him either. That said, with so many more people on the dance floor now, Fleur no longer pushes for them to be quite so close to Harry and his date… though she also doesn’t let the other pair ever fully out of her sight.

  Harry Pht be i on ign her, but Fleur Decour was equally i on not being ignored. He knew what he’d doo her, damn it. He knew precisely how he’d given her a taste of utter divinity, only to then pull away and leave her wanting more. It was most vexing, to use that wain, but Fleur refused to be vexed forever. She refused to let Harry win. One way or another, she was going to get what she wanted out of him!

  Eventually, the night dragging on, Potter and Granger do leave the dance floor. Fleur does as well, because eveamina has its limits. However, after only a few moments of taking in the refreshments, Hermione Granger suddenly takes Harry by the hand and draws him out of the Great Hall, exiting towards the gardens.

  Eyes narrowing, Fleur doesn’t hesitate to send her own date on a wild goose chase, telling him with a ile and a touch of his chest that she wants a very specific drink that she knows he’s not ever going to be able to find. Not because it’s fn, though he’ll likely assume as such when he finally gives up. But rather, because it doesn’t eve to begin with.

  With Davies subsequently occupied, Fleur takes her time in making her way to the gardens as well. She’s very aware of everyone’s eyes still on her, and well used to being the ter of attention. It’s frustrating at times, but if there’s ohing that Fleur has learned over the years, it’s how to use moments to slip away despite hoeople she draws with her mere presence.

  Waiting for just one suent, Fleur finally takes her d disappears out into the gardens in an instant in time when she’s sure nobody is looking her way. Moving swiftly, she avoids the eyes of those already in the gardens as well, even as her own eyes scope out possible routes that Harry and his date could have taken after leaving the Yule Ball.

  Finally, after a w moment where it seems like she might have actually lost them, Fleur hears soft hat draw her attention to an otherwise empty er of the gardens. Creeping closer, the noises gain volume and distin, until her eyes widen as she realizes exactly what she’s listening to.

  Put simply, she’s hearing the tell-tale sounds of a woman going down on a maing his cock with her mouth. But there’s no way this could be the pair she’s looking fht?

  “Fuck Hermione…”

  Fleur’s eyes widen as she hears Harry’s voice calling out to his date from the same dire as the judicious sug noises. It would seem she was incorrect… it’s defihe pair she’s looking for.

  Creeping ever closer, Fleur finally finds a vantage point to spy owo from. Ihere’s Hermione Grahe muggleborn kneeling before Harry and… and sug his cock. From what little Fleur see with the brue’s head in the way, he’s quite well-endowed. Meanwhile, Hermione seems to be very enthusiastic about this, much to Fleur’s surprise. She’d taken the Hogwarts Witch to be somewhat shy.

  Still… what was she going to do here, now that she’d stumbled upon this debauched sight? All she’d wanted was to extraore of Harry’s magi him, presumably through another kiss. But this… this opened up aire realm of possibility…

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