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  Fleur interrupts... but is she going to get what she wanted?

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  Hermione would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t ihis to happen in some fashion. Ever since Harry had brought her into his fidence, ever since he’d invited her to the Yule Ball, she had desired a deepening in their retionship. No, before that even… Hermione Granger had been crushing on Harry Potter since all the way ba her First Year.

  How could she not? It was bad enough that Harry had saved her life from a Cave Troll. But on top of that, he listeo her. He actually took her words into sideration. He used her advi a way no one ever had before. Of course she’d fallen for him and fallen for him hard. And of course, given an opportunity to show him that, she’d gone ahead and seized ahold of it with both hands.

  Bobbing up and down on his cock, the brue looks up into Harry’s eyes, her tongue swirling around the tip of his dick whenever she’s asding instead of desding. She do this all night long if she has to, what with the cushioning charm she cast before dropping to her knees. She’ll stay here as long as it takes to make Harry feel good, and to make sure he uands just how much he means to her.

  She’ll-

  “Well, well~ What do we have here?”

  Hermione’s eyes widen as the familiar ated voice of one Fleur Decour fills her ears. The heels of the French Witch be heard clig on stone as she approaches them, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. How?! How had she found them?! Oh Merlin, was her date with her?

  “Fleur.”

  Harry’s voice is at least even and trolled as he aowledges the blonde’s presence. He’s not going to be spooked so easily. But Hermione isn’t him. She doesn’t have his insane self-fidence. Even if she did, she’s certainly not going to tinue sug his cock while another woman watches.

  However, just as Hermione is starting to pull back off of his dick, a hand falls upon the back of her head and pushes. Not Harry’s hand… but Fleur’s.

  “Oh ma chere, do not stop on my at. I insist. You must tinue pleasing your man… how else will you be able to keep him?”

  A shiver runs down Hermione’s spi the yered threat in Fleur’s voice as she speaks directly into the muggleborn’s ear. Was Fleur threatening to steal Harry from her? T-That would never work… would it? Surely not. Harry… he liked her well enough. She couldn’t say for sure that he loved her, not in the same way she loved him, but he wouldn’t just toss her aside like trash, would he?

  Desperate worries fill her head and Hermione bobs down Harry’s cock again all of her own volition. Fleur’s hand might be in her hair, but she’s the one choosing to tinue sug her date’s throbbing mast, not wanting him to think she’s in any way sg. She doesn’t want Harry to abandon her.

  “That’s a good girl, mon cher. But if you really want to impress a young man, you o be ready to reveal more.”

  Hermione’s eyes widen as she feels Fleur’s free hand reach around the side and grab at the front of her dress. Surely she wouldn’t, right?!

  “Fleur.”

  Actually, she probably would have… if Harry hadn’t finally intervened. Hermione shudders as an intense pressure fills the air, bing the area around the three of them in a sensation of dense, magical might. For Hermio feels almost warm... inviting even. It feels like safety and home and love all ed up in one.

  She realizes it doesn’t feel like that to Fleur when the blos go of her all of the sudden, both her hands leaving Hermione’s body. Blinking, Hermione finally pulls back off of Harry’s coow that Fleur’s hand is no longer on the back of her head. She turns tard the part vee kneeling beside and slightly behind her.

  Fleur doesn’t have eyes for her anymore though. She only has eyes for Harry, and they’re currently as wide as they be as the French Witch trembles there on her knees before him, staring up at Harry with an expression of fear but also wanton lust on her face.

  This sed time that Harry said Fleur’s name wasn’t anything like the first. This time, his voice was den with meaning. His tone brooked nument. And ultimately, he’d shut her down with nothing but that single word.

  “You’re interrupting, Fleur.”

  “I… I…”

  “Why did you think that would be acceptable, I wonder? Is it because you’re used to always getting your way? Is it because under all that haughtiness, arrogance, and over-fidence, you’re just a spoiled little brat?”

  Fleur flinches back as if physically struck by Harry’s words. She whimpers, her lower lip wobbling, and for a sed Hermiohinks that she might choose to flee the se right then and there. But then… Fleur’s eyes dart down, caught by the movement of Harry’s still-twitg ere. And once she ys eyes on his length properly, she ’t look away. She freezes in pce, just staring at his dick as it leaks a bit of precum from the tip.

  Hermioches on bnkly, not quite sure what to do now. Fleur had clearly e in intending to take charge and maybe have some fun with both of them. Instead… well, instead she’d clearly bit off more than she could bargain for. Harry wasn’t the kind of man who let anyone else take charge of him. Especially not these days.

  Reag down, Harry takes ahold of his cod strokes it in Fleur’s dire before waggling it bad forth. The blonde’s big blue eyes follow it’s every movement unerringly, like a dog with a bone. She ’t look away.

  “Is this what you want, Fleur? Is this what you’re so desperate for?”

  Shakily, seemingly at a loss for words, Fleur nods her head up and down. The movements are rather jerking, almost like she herself ’t believe what she’s doing. Hermioches on, finding herself curious by the rea now. Did it have anything to do with Fleur’s vee heritage? Was that what was at work here? Where part magical creatures like the Beauxbatons Champion more attuo magic? Could Fleur sense Harry’s magic eveer than Hermione could, and found it to be positively exhirating?

  Was she-?

  “Hermione.”

  Pulled from her thoughts, blushing a little bit at getting caught falling into study mode, Hermione looks up to see Harry smiling warmly down at her.

  “This is yht, ‘Mione. Ms. Decour will leave, if that is your wish. And you and I move elsewhere, to tihis with a greater level of privacy.”

  Her night. Elsewhere. Privacy. Hermione’s blush intensifies a bit as she realizes just how off the rails this has all gotten. She should have ensured privacy before this even started. She should never have decided a small er of the gardens was ‘good enough’ for her to just drop to her knees and start giving Harry a blowjob!

  At the same time… Fleur is looking at her now with big, hopeful eyes. That wasn’t remotely fair in the slightest. Part of her wants to send her aart of her wants to let Harry take her ‘elsewhere’ so they tinue. A… a rger part of her wants otherwise, made up as it is of two very different ideas. Idea Number One… she ’t look into Fleur’s eyes and not feel a little bit like she wants to give the poor dear what she wants. Idea wo… she kind of wants a little bit of revenge on the part vee for interrupting them and trying to act all snooty like she did.

  And so… Hermione reaches up, presenting a fident fa?ade that she doesn’t really feel, and grabs Fleur Decour by her carefully done-up hair bun. The older witch gasps at this, looking at Hermioh wide eyes… but realizing that Hermione holds her ‘fate’ in her hands, Fleur ultimately stays quiet… even as Hermione guides her forward in the same way she’d tried to do, pushiowards Harry’s throbbing, glistening cock.

  As she does this, Hermione also looks up at Harry, giving him a somewhat fragile smile.

  “It would be a shame to send her away, Harry. Especially when she be useful to us.”

  Uanding dawns in his emerald eyes, even as he slowly nods. Then, his gaze sharpens as he directs it at Fleur.

  “Well, Fleur? you be useful to us? you be… obedient?”

  Fleur shivers, but her eyes dart down to his cod go crossed at finding it mere timeters from her lips now.

  “Y-Yes…”

  They’ve successfully turhe tables on the Beauxbatons Champion. Well, Harry has anyways. Hermione is fully aware that all she’s doing here is building off of his power, his strength. Still, better than nothing. Pushing Fleur forward, she proceeds to guide the older witch down Harry’s cock, watg in a state of fasation as Fleur’s lips spread and spread.

  Truthfully, Hermione hadn’t been doing the best with Harry’s member before Fleur showed up. Oh sure, she doubted Harry would ever tell her off, or pin, or do anything but smile and tell her she’d done well. But just because he might not judge her for her inexperiend inadequacies doesn’t mean Hermione won’t judge herself.

  She’d tried to practice a little bit with some phallic shapes before the Yule Ball, but nothing she’d done in that regard could have prepared her for Harry’s true size. His cock, o got hard, was like nothing she’d ever sidered possible, and while she could take a few inches into her mouth, anything past that got rather dicey.

  The same ot be said for Fleur… or rather, she just doesn’t seem to care about her own limitations in the way Hermione did.

  “Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

  Hermione is still holding onto Fleur’s hair bun, but it’s Fleur who’s doing all of the work at this point, and in the process taking Harry far deeper dowhroat than Hermione would have ever thought possible. The size of Fleur’s dainty neck bulging with Harry’s cock as her cheeks alterween sug in and puffing out… its somewhat mesmerizing, truth be told.

  Harry’s throbbing member pushes down Fleur Decour’s esophagus and intullet without reservation, and though she chokes, gags, and sputters upon his cock, the part vee never onpins or tries to pull away. Instead, her eyes remain fixed on Harry’s face as Hermioches on… and Hermione begins to feel as though she might be left behind anyways.

  Feeling some small but growing measure ret at having allowed Fleur this much, Hermione looks for something to do, some way to take back a measure of trol… before notig the sheer amount of saliva and drool coalesg on Fleur’s . The French Witch was getting dangerously close to making a mess of her dress, and with that realization bined with Fleur’s st attempt at dominance, an idea es to Hermione’s mind.

  “You’re doing well, Fleur… but you said it yourself. If you really want to impress Harry, you o be ready to reveal more.”

  Letting go of Fleur’s hair bun, Hermione reaches around, grabs the front of the other witch’s dress, and pulls it down. The straps of the dress e off of Fleur’s shoulders with ease, allowing for the top of the dress to fall away from her otherwise naked breasts. There’s no way to wear a bra with a dress like the one Fleur has on, though to be fair, Hermione didn’t know if Fleur wore bras in the first pce.

  Regardless, Fleur’s pale, perfectly shaped tits are now out in the open… and Hermione wastes no time in pying with them, mostly for Harry’s viewing pleasure. Looking up into her date and long-time crush’s green eyes, Hermione gives him a coy grin as she fondles Fleur’s tits, squeezing and ping at the blonde’s nipples.

  Fleur squeaks, squeals, and mewls, all sounds muffled by Harry’s cock… and indeed, all sounds that vibrate up and down the length of his dick as she deep throats his member. The added pleasure of this experience has Fleur moaning up a storm, whi turn has Harry groaning all the more loudly. Until finally…

  “I’m getting close, dies. Hermione, where should I cum?”

  “Mmph! Hulghk!”

  Fleur’s inaudible protest along with her driving herself deeper down his ake it obvious where SHE wants him to cum. She wants his seed right down the back of her throat. She wants to swallow, and from the look of things, she wants it desperately. Hermione’s earlier musings on Fleur’s attra to Harry being something to do with her vee heritage and natural instincts to seek e souragie back to the forefront for a moment before she quickly gets herself bader trol.

  Truthfully, Hermione is greatly tempted to have Harry cum all over Fleur’s fad tits. The French Witch will be able to it all up with a single spell, but it’ll still be humiliating in the moment, and it would teach her right. A… Hermione wasn’t a terribly vindictive person… or at least she liked to think she wasn’t. So in the end…

  “Make her swallow it, Harry. Make her drink every st drop.”

  Fleur freezes for a moment, before desperately sug Harry’s cock all the harder, her cheeks suing in quite impressively. Chug, Harry shrugs his shoulders and then pnts a hand on top of Fleur Decour’s head, holdieady as he proceeds to cum down the back of her throat.

  The blonde’s neck vulses as she swallows and swallows, guzzling it all down. There’s nothing prim or proper about her as, nothing to be admired, aainly nothing graceful or elegant. Still, she drinks pretty much all of it, save for a single line of white, viscous seed that drizzles down the side of her otherwise pristine, perfect features.

  As Harry finishes cumming as go of Fleur’s hair, Hermione blinks, the part vee colpsing bato her arms and shuddering in asmic bliss. Hermione’s mouth opens and then closes without uttering a word as she takes in the sight of Fleur Decour, clearly having just climaxed explosively, her eyes rolled ba her head in utter bliss.

  “Shall we go, Hermione? She got what she wanted, in the end… and if she wanted more, she should have asked for it don’t you think? But you... well, the night is still young. And I think you deserve a reward for being so magnanimous.”

  Hermione blushes, befng down at Fleur’s ie form. Harry was right, they’d given Fleur what she wanted. And Hermione was very excited to find out what her reward would be.

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