The Wager: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Fleur woke slowly, her mind groggy and her body sore. The air around her was cold, but her blanket and pillow were soothingly warm. And then her pillow moved. Her eyes shot open, and she sat up quickly. It took her a few seconds to remember why she was in a strange room, in a strange bed, naked, with Harry Potter.

Early morning sunlight filtered in through the windows overhead, giving her just enough light to crawl out of bed and find her clothes. Anxious to get back to the carriage as soon as possible, she pulled on her robes and stuffed her underwear in her pockets. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the first place. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped down the stairs.

The halls were mercifully quiet this early on a Sunday morning, but the few students that were up eyed her curiously as she passed. Fleur folded her arms over her chest, conscious of the way her unsupported breasts bounced under her thin uniform and feeling oddly vulnerable.

Making her way outside, she shivered in the cool morning breeze and walked as fast as her dignity would allow to the carriage. A couple of her classmates were already awake when she entered. They gazed at her curiously and whispered softly. Fleur walked straight to her room, closed the door, and stripped out of her uniform. The first thing she needed was a long, hot shower.

Walking into the bathroom, she started the water with a flick of her wand, grabbed a towel from the rack, and then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She paused, dropped the towel, took a slow step back, and gasped.

The first thing she noticed was the dark red blotches all over her breasts and neck. She vividly remembered Harry kissing and sucking at her breasts in the brief moments he let her rest. Her hair was a disheveled mess, her lips were swollen, and when she glanced down at her body, she saw cum, Harry’s and hers, covering the inside of her thighs. She looked like she’d taken part in one of those orgies at the Veela enclave.

“Merde,” she said softly.

Stepping away from the mirror, she stepped into the shower and cranked up the heat until it was almost unbearably hot. Her eyes closed as she stood under the spray, the hot water soothing her aching muscles. But although the water washed away the worst of the mess from the night before, it did nothing for her memories.

They’d fucked for hours. Harry had taken pleasure from every inch of her body, and though Fleur hated to admit it, in the moment, she had enjoyed herself immensely. Even during the brief moments of rest he granted her, his hands never stopped touching and caressing. She could practically feel his hands still running over her skin just thinking about it.

Of course, she could have stopped at any time. Harry had asked her several times if she wanted to call it a night, but her pride hadn’t allowed it. His words had felt more like a taunt than an act of mercy, and Stamina Potion or not, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of quitting.

Not to mention the satisfaction her own body felt. Even now, the aches and pains she felt filled her with a sense of accomplishment far more than they did regret.

Thinking back, she had to reluctantly admit that he’d impressed her in a number of ways. The audacity of his request in the first place had been quite shocking, and he had a magnificent cock, but what impressed her most was his control. She’d lost her grip on her Allure early in the night, and yet he never got lost in it. Even when she’d goaded him, his mind was always his own. When other men would have wilted and bent over backward to fulfill her desires, Harry had taken it as a challenge to fuck her harder, handling her in ways no one had ever dared-

Fleur gasped, and her eyes shot open as her fingers grazed her sensitive folds. She hadn’t even realized what she was doing. Grimacing in frustration, she grabbed a bar of soap.

She needed to stop thinking about him. Harry Potter wasn’t her type. He was too short and too scruffy. Besides, he was a liar and a cheat. His use of the Stamina Potion proved that in her mind. The only part of him she liked was his cock and the orgasms it provided her.

Washing the soap off her body, she turned off the water, grabbed her towel, and contemplated simply going back to bed.

Fleur spent the next week purposefully avoiding Harry, waiting for the inevitable rumors and gossip to spread through the castle. But it never came. Oh, there were rumors about her appearance the morning after, but those quickly died precisely because no one had come forward claiming responsibility. Underneath the relief, she felt slightly insulted. After the night they’d shared, he hadn’t felt the need to brag to anyone? After a bit more thought, she grew even more irritated. Not only had he not bragged, but she realized that avoiding him had been easy.

Too easy. The bastard hadn’t even tried to seek her out afterward. He’d simply gone back to his life as if nothing had happened.

In the span of two days, Fleur’s irritation grew into a simmering anger. Mostly, it was fueled by her inability to stop thinking about him. Whenever she pleasured herself, her thoughts inevitably returned to that night. She even began seeing him in her dreams, all of which featured them in increasingly erotic positions.

Her growing frustration with him and herself drove her to seek him out. Fleur altered her route through the castle between classes in an effort to get closer to him, looking for some sort of reaction. She got one, but it did nothing to quell her anger. When they passed in the hall, he’d simply smile, give her a respectful nod, and go on his way.

Oddly, that upset her more than his cheating. Since the First Task, she’d come to the realization that, cheater or not, he deserved to be in the tournament. Not only had he proved himself against a dragon, but if he could get his name in the cup when no one else could and been able to trick it into choosing him as the fourth Champion, he was clearly skilled. In an odd way, she admired his skill and determination. But ignoring her after what must have been the best sex of his life hurt her pride in a way losing to him in the First Task couldn’t do.

Even when the Yule Ball was announced, he made no move to approach her. Fleur even made sure to run into him in the halls, providing him with the perfect opportunity to pull her aside and ask her without anyone else knowing.

Not that she would have agreed to go with him, of course. She had better choices lined up to ask her at all hours of the day. Not much better, admittedly, but they were tall, handsome, and more put together. After a week of considering her choices carefully, she agreed to go with Roger Davies. He was very handsome, Head Boy, and good friends with Cedric, which boded well for his character.

Unfortunately, she didn’t get a chance to spend much time with him before the Ball. Madame Maxime told her the secret to the Golden Egg, and she spent almost the entire lead-up to the Ball pouring over underwater spells.

It was a stressful time, and only the memories of her night with Harry and her fingers kept her sanity. Fleur had tried to replace him with anyone else in her fantasies, but nothing worked. She resigned herself to the fact that he would remain on her mind until she found a suitable lover.

On the night of the Yule Ball, she left her underwear behind, intent on creating a memory to replace the one that had been haunting her for more than a month. Taking one last look in the mirror, Fleur checked her makeup, grabbed her coat, and left the carriage. The air was frigid, so she pulled her coat tight to her body and hurried up to the castle with her friends. Despite the wide open doors, a charm kept the heat inside.

With a sigh of relief, she tried to hand her coat to the coat boy. He was too busy gaping at her to notice, staring at the two prominent protrusions in the front of her dress robes, where her nipples, hardened from the cold, pressed against the thin silk. Ignoring him, she tossed the coat over his shoulder and walked further into the castle. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the head of dark, disheveled hair. Harry stood next to the entrance to the Great Hall, his back to her as he spoke with Cedric.

As she walked closer, she caught the tail end of their conversation.

“…take your egg to the bath and mull things over,” Cedric smiled and clapped Harry’s shoulder. “Trust me.”

Fleur frowned, but before she could think about it, they spotted her at the same time and turned to stare.

“Wow,” Cedric said softly.

“You look great,” Harry said, raking his eyes over her figure.

“Merci,” Fleur smiled, feeling slightly smug to get a reaction out of him.

She arched her back slightly and smirked as his eyes zeroed in on her breasts. Unfortunately, Cedric got caught in her web, and his date chose that moment to arrive. The pretty Asian witch smiled and waved to get his attention, but his eyes were firmly locked on Fleur. Scowling, she marched over and jabbed her finger into his side.

“Ow! Oh, Cho, wow, you look great,” Cedric said effusively.

“Glad you noticed,” Cho said, directing a glare at Fleur as she looped her arm around Cedric’s.

Fleur gave a smug little smile and shrugged unapologetically. Roger arrived a moment later, flashing her a wide, handsome smile.

“Hey, Fleur. You look amazing.”

“Merci,” she replied with a dazzling smile. “You look vairy ‘andsome.”

She turned to bask in Harry’s jealousy, but he wasn’t paying any attention to her. His eyes were firmly locked on the grand staircase, where a pretty Indian witch was slowly descending. With a beaming smile, she looped her arm through Harry’s.

“You look great in those robes,” she said before looking around excitedly. “This is incredible, isn’t it? The professors did a great job with the decorations.”

“Not as good of a job as you did with your hair,” Harry smiled. “It looks great.”

The girl beamed, her eyes sparkling.

“Thank you, but wait until you see who’s coming down next.”

Harry turned his eyes back to the grand staircase, and his jaw dropped.

“Is that Hermione?” he asked incredulously.

“She looks amazing, right?” his date grinned. “Lavender and I spend hours working on it.”

“You did that?” Harry asked. “Wow. I mean, you did a great job, Parvati. I hardly recognized her.”

“I know, right?” Parvati grinned.

Krum appeared out of the shadows, bowed to Hermione, and presented her with a red rose.

“No way!” Parvati gasped. “She’s going with Krum!?”

“I guess so,” Harry shrugged.

Fleur fumed silently. Harry had ignored her in favor of not one but two different women. It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did. It had never bothered her before. But now, it did. Before she could try to regain his attention, Professor McGonagall appeared and told them they could enter the Great Hall. Cedric and Cho went first, then Harry and Parvati, followed by Krum and Hermione, and finally, it was Fleur and Roger’s turn.

Fleur took a step forward and came to a stumbling stop when Roger failed to do the same, his arm still linked with hers. She turned to glare at him and noticed the glazed look in his eyes. It took her a moment to realize that in her anger at Harry, she’d relaxed her hold on her Allure, and it was affecting Roger strongly. Scowling, she tamped down on it and gave his arm a firm tug. She had to lead him into the Great Hall like a lost puppy.

The rest of her night didn’t go much better. Roger was so discombobulated by the brief exposure to her Allure that he could barely hold a thought during dinner, let alone a conversation. He performed the opening dance mercifully well, sparing her from embarrassment, but he spent the rest of their time on the dance floor, barely moving while gazing at her, enraptured. Even the appearance of the Weird Sisters didn’t improve her night. She wasn’t a fan of their music.

It wasn’t the first time Fleur had had a date that was so affected by her magic, but for reasons she didn’t understand, Roger annoyed her more than most. Normally, she wouldn't be above taking him to a private room and using him for her own pleasure, but oddly, the idea held little appeal. She found herself growing increasingly frustrated with his complete lack of interaction with her until it finally became too much, and she dragged him over to a table for a rest. Folding her arms over her chest, she gazed around the room while Roger gazed dumbfoundedly at her breasts.

Eventually, after a few moments, she spotted Harry walking up to the drinks table alone. Feeling frustrated, angry, and horny, she stood.

“I’m going to get a drink,” she told Roger.

“I’ll go with you,” he said eagerly, jumping to his feet.

“Non,” Fleur said barked, pinning him with a glare. “Stay.”

Roger dropped back into his seat obediently. Turning away from him, she rolled her eyes and smoothed out her dress. Carefully weaving her way through the crowd, she sidled up to Harry and poured herself a glass of punch.

“Oh, hey, Fleur,” Harry smiled. “Be careful with that. The twins spiked it.”

“Spiked?” she asked, unfamiliar with the term

“They poured Firewhiskey in it,” he explained.

Furrowing her brow, Fleur sniffed her glass, took a small sip, and grimaced.

“’Orrible,” she said, shaking her head. “Zhey should ‘ave used rum. Eet would go better wiz zhe fruit.”

Tipping her punch back into the bowl, she used her wand to clean the glass and conjure herself some red wine. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, of course, but it was better than the swill they served at Hogwarts.

“I’ll be sure to let them know,” Harry said amusedly, sipping his punch. “How’s your night going?”

“Good,” Fleur said.

“Is that why Roger’s oner there, glaring at me like he wants to set me on fire, and you’re over here?”

Glancing back at her date, she rolled her eyes at the jealous glare he directed at Harry.

“’E ees more affected by ze Allure zan I thought ‘e would be.”

“Ah.”

“Where ees your date?” Fleur asked challengingly.

“Out on the dance floor somewhere,” he shrugged. “She came with me so I had someone to do the opening dance with. Balls aren’t really my thing.”

“Since neither of us is enjoying our evening, perhaps we should leave,” she suggested before she could stop herself.

At least she’d had the presence of mind to switch to French so the students around her couldn’t understand what she was saying. Harry looked at her sharply, and she smirked at the surprise in his eyes.

“Meet me on the second floor in five minutes,” she said promisingly.

Brushing past him teasingly, Fleur sauntered out of the Great Hall and turned toward the bathrooms. She had to wait a few moments for a free sink to check her makeup. Reapplying her lipstick, she fixed her hair, adjusted her robes, and left. Quickly, she climbed the grand staircase to the second floor. Up there, it was colder, darker, and quieter. Only a few students were milling about, and one couple was kissing heatedly in an alcove.

For a wild moment, she wondered if Harry would show up. After all, he’d avoided her for weeks. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she paced back and forth nervously.

Thankfully, Harry didn’t make her wait long. He bounded to the top of the stairs. Smiling, Fleur linked her arm through his and led him deeper into the castle.

“Where are we going?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of suspicion.

“Someplace private,” she replied, the tone heavily laden with innuendo, leaving no doubt to her intentions.

Harry smirked.

“Do you even know where you’re going?”

Fleur slowed and looked up and down the hall while fighting a blush. Harry chuckled, and she glared.

“This way,” he said, leading her down the hall to the right.

They walked through the maze of halls for a couple of minutes before Harry stopped.

“This door likes to pretend to be a wall,” he said.

Fleur watched incredulously as he reached out and grabbed a doorknob that perfectly blended in with the stone. As it turned into a normal wooden door, she shook her head at the absurdity of the castle. Turning the knob, he pushed open the door.

The couple inside, who had been kissing heavily in the middle of the small, disused bedroom, jerked apart.

“Oh, sorry,” Harry said. “We’ll just-”

“Out,” Fleur barked, pushing the door all the way open.

The girl ducked out of the room embarrassedly, and the man sighed in frustration.

“Sally, wait,” he called, following after her.

As he passed Harry, he screwed up his face angrily. Harry shrugged helplessly. The man turned and jogged after the girl while Fleur placed her hand on Harry’s back and pushed him into the room. Slamming the door shut, she cast a powerful Locking Charm, turned to Harry, and, with a wave, sent his clothes flying across the room.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed.

Fleur stalked forward and shoved him back onto the bed. A smirk danced across her lips as she watched him swell in anticipation. Reaching behind her, she trailed the tip of her wand down the back of her robes. The hidden seam parted from the collar all the down to the curve of her derriere. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled her arms free from the sleeves one at a time and then pushed the robes down to her waist. Harry gazed at her hungrily, his eyes following the swaying of her breasts as she wiggled her hips and her robes pooled around her feet.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Fleur’s lips as she sauntered forward and climbed on top of Harry. He reached for her, his hands gliding across her ribs, but she continued forward until she was knelt over his head. Dropping her hips, she mashed her excited folds against his lips.

“Lick,” she demanded.

Staring up at her, Harry grabbed her hips and kissed around her glistening lips teasingly. But Fleur wasn’t interested in being teased. She tangled the fingers of her right hand in his unruly hair and shifted her hips until his mouth was exactly where she wanted it. A moan left her lips as he got the hint and vigorously attacked her folds. His hands kneaded her ass while she began to roll her hips and mash her clit against his tongue. With a shuddering breath, she fell forward, her left hand clutching at the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body.

Heat pooled in her core as she rode his face, and Harry did his best to follow her. Fleur closed her eyes, growing increasingly desperate and rough. She let out a long, wanton moan as she bucked her hips, knocking his glasses off of his face.

“More,” Fleur panted. “Do zat trick wiz your tongue.”

Harry hissed, and his tongue vibrated spectacularly against her clit. Fleur groaned, shivered, and humped desperately. She teetered on the edge for a long moment, her breath catching in her throat, until he hit just the right spot and sent her tumbling into bliss. Arching her back with a gasp, she ground her folds against Harry’s face until she couldn’t stand the overwhelming pleasure any longer and slid forward, smearing his nose and forehead with her leaking arousal.

Fleur panted heavily, floating in a cloud of euphoria. After more than a month of only her own wand and fingers for relief, she finally felt fulfilled. Eyes closed, she savored the long-awaited moment until a shift of the mattress and a pair of hands on her derriere abruptly reminded her that she wasn’t alone and her night was far from over.

Harry spread her cheeks open, and she shivered in anticipation as he shuffled forward and pressed his tip against her entrance.

“Merlin, I’ve missed this.”

A flash of triumph flashed through Fleur’s mind before it ended abruptly.

Smack!

Her eyes widened. No one had ever dared to spank her. But before she could voice her indignation, Harry speared into her depths, stretching and filling her in ways that drove the thought from her mind.

“Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed.

Harry leaned forward, pressing her body into the mattress with his weight as he pounded into her vigorously. Only a few seconds later, his other hand connected with her other cheek, sending a thrill up Fleur’s spine.

“Batard!” she cried.

“You love it,” Harry growled.

Grasping a fistful of her long, blonde hair, he leaned back and pulled her with him. As much as she hated to admit it, the sting at the back of her scalp was far more pleasurable than painful. She was forced onto all fours, and her neck arched as Harry used his grip to drag her back into his thrusts. A wet, rhythmic slap filled the room, loudly announcing her excitement.

“English brute!” Fleur growled. “Disgusting barbarian!”

Smack!

Her only response was to groan and throw herself back against his thrusting cock. Two more spanks rained down on her derriere, rapidly intensifying the sting and causing it to linger longer. A tremble ran up her spine; a climactic scream burst from her lips, and suddenly, Harry released her hair. Fleur collapsed face-first onto the mattress, clawing at the bedding as he continued his thrusts unabated.

The groan that left Fleur’s lips was muffled by the bedding her face was buried in. Harry’s relentless, animalistic thrusts extended her peak, and even when it ended, she felt herself rapidly climbing to another. His rough, strong hands kneaded her rippling cheeks, occasionally letting go to deliver a swift, sharp spank that sent a shock through her spine and straight to her core.

As Fleur was nearing her climax, Harry’s right hand left her derriere, but the expected spank never came. Instead, it returned gently, and then suddenly, she felt his wet thumb touch her rear entrance. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat as he rubbed in slow circles. After a long moment, the shock of his audacity wore off, and she let out a long, wanton groan. It felt better than it had any right to.

And then his thumb plunged past her entrance.

“Cochon!”

Even as Fleur screamed, a tremendous climax exploded through her body. Her body shook uncontrollably, and she arched forward, slipping free of his cock and his thumb. Reaching beneath her body, she stimulated her clit through the crest of her peak until she collapsed breathlessly.

“Need a break?” Harry asked.

Her eyes shot open and narrowed dangerously, sensing the challenge in his tone. Sitting up, she grabbed Harry by the shoulder and shoved him roughly onto his back. As he blinked up at her in surprise, she swung her leg over his waist and impaled herself on his long, hard cock. They moaned in unison when she rolled her hips and began riding him vigorously. Harry’s hands ran up her torso and gripped her breasts, his fingers sinking deep into her supple mounds.

“No one has ever dared to touch me there,” Fleur glared, slamming their pelvises together.

Harry smirked and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

Holding his gaze, she took his right hand in her left and brought it up to her face. Her full, red lips parted, and she wrapped them around his middle finger. Sucking and slathering it with her tongue, she pulled back until it popped free from her lips. Slowly, she moved his hand back down and rested it on her left cheek.

Harry pressed his finger against her entrance, rubbing and teasing for a long moment until he pressed forward and sank it in up to the first knuckle. Fleur inhaled sharply, the light stretching and burning sending a shudder through her frame. Her body pitched forward out of instinct, her weight resting on her forearms, before she consciously rocked her hips back, driving him a fraction deeper.

Opening her eyes, she found her face less than an inch from Harry’s. Their breath mingled between them, and their eyes met as their bodies moved in perfect unison. As another shudder ran up her spine, Fleur leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Despite everything they’d done together, this was the first time they’d actually kissed. It started out heated and passionate but quickly devolved into a sloppy, demanding affair.

Fleur was the first to run out of breath. With a gasp, she lifted her face and retaliated by riding Harry even harder. Before she finished catching her breath, his lips attacked the front of her long, pale throat. As her mind turned back to the marks he’d left last time, her hand unconsciously fisted his hair, firmly holding him in place.

She felt Harry’s muscles tense under her as he neared his peak. His finger sank slightly deeper as he gripped her derriere and bucked his hips desperately. Closing her eyes, Fleur fucked him harder, hoping he could tip her over the edge one last time. Inside her, his cock swelled, pulsed, and then erupted. The sudden splash of heat against her depths sent her spiraling into bliss.

Collapsing onto his chest, she clutched his body as they rocked against one another. It was a long moment before sanity returned, and they stilled, panting heavily. As his arms wrapped around her, caressing her back, she kissed and nuzzled the crook of his neck. Slowly, a smirk stretched across her lips as she noticed something very important.

He wasn’t going soft.