Secret Lessons : Chapter 1

(Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual acts are aged up to be 18.)

A/N: Completely re-edited for better readability as of 10-15-2022. 

Secret Lessons

Chapter 1

Harry and Hermione were walking through the halls, followed by glares and whispers that had become common place since his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Hermione had badgered him into going to the library to look up spells that might be useful in the tournament, despite the fact that they didn’t know what the first task would be. Just as they were cutting through the courtyard, He noticed Fleur Delacour breaking off from her friends and marching over to them in a graceful, determined stride.

“I need to speak wiz you in private,” she demanded, standing in front of them.

Harry could feel the stares of his classmates on him, and he desperately wanted to get out of there.

“Can this wait ‘til later? I’m a bit busy right now,” he said, hoping to find a way out of this.

He didn’t know what Fleur wanted, and he didn’t really care to find out, either. She hadn’t exactly been kind to him since coming to Hogwarts. Despite her obvious beauty, he had very little interest in spending any time with the haughty French girl.

“Non,” she said, staring at him intently with her bright blue eyes and crossing her arms under her rather impressive chest.

Harry sighed, knowing she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Fine,” he told her, then turned to Hermione, who was busy glaring at Fleur with a disapproving frown. “I’ll catch up with you in the library.”

“Alright,” Hermione said, turning away from Fleur after a moment. “Try not to take too long.”

With one last glare, Hermione turned on her heel and left, pushing her way through the crowd of students that had gathered to stare at them. Noticing that the crowd had grown and wanting to get out of there quickly, Harry motioned for Fleur to follow him as he made his way out of the courtyard. The crowd parted as they approached, gazing alternately between the two of them as they whispered to each other in curiosity. Once they were clear of the other students and in an empty hallway, Harry stopped and turned to Fleur.

“What did you need?” he asked.

Fleur ignored his question and opened one of the doors along the hallway that led to a cramped broom cupboard. Harry watched her in confusion as she huffed, closed the door, and tried the next one. That door led to a mostly empty classroom, with only an old, dust-covered desk at one end.

“Een ‘ere,” she told him, walking into the room without waiting for him.

Harry sighed in irritation and followed her. She closed the door behind him and cast a few quick spells on it, sealing it shut. Reaching into his pocket, he palmed his wand in suspicion. His worries proved unfounded, though, as she pocketed her wand and turned to look at him.

“Ees eet true zhat you were able to zhrow off zhe Imperius curse?” She asked demandingly.

Harry furrowed his brow, wondering why she would ask him about that.

“Yeah,” he said slowly.

“I need you to teach me ‘ow to do eet,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“What?” Harry asked, surprised by the request, or rather, demand.

“I need you to teach me ‘ow to zhow off zhe Imperius curse,” Fleur repeated, glaring at him as if daring him to refuse.

“I don’t know how to teach you how to do that. I don’t even know how I do it,” Harry explained. “Why don’t you just ask Professor Moody? He can teach you.”

“Zhat man geeves me zhe creeps,” Fleur said, crossing her arms over herself protectively. “Non, you weel teach me.”

“I don’t even know how to teach someone how to throw it off,” Harry said in frustration. “What do you expect me to do? Just cast the Imperius curse on you until you can throw it off.”

“Oui,” Fleur nodded, glaring at him defiantly. “Eef zhat’s what eet takes.”

“Are you insane!?” Harry yelled angrily. “I’ll be thrown in Azkaban if-”

Harry broke off as it clicked in his head.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he said, glaring at her accusingly. “You want me to use an Unforgivable on you so you can get me arrested and out of the Tournament.”

Fleur scoffed and looked at him condescendingly, “I don’t need to do somezhing so disgraceful. I weel beat you, no matter ‘ow much you cheat.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the tournament!” Harry yelled at her and strode passed her quickly towards the door.

Before he could reach the door, Fleur grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a stop.

“Wait, s’il vous plait.” she said quickly, almost pleadingly, while letting go of his arm and looking at him imploringly. “I need you to teach me.”

“Why the hell is this so important to you anyways?” Harry asked, anger still burning through him.

Fleur hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Many Veela ‘ave had zhat ‘orrible curse used on zhem. When Monsuier Moody put me under zhat spell, I hated eet. I nevair want to be zhat ‘elpless again.” she said fiercely.

Harry sighed, “I don’t even know how to cast the Imperius curse or how I can throw it off, let alone how to teach you to do it.”

“I ‘ave done a lot of research on eet. I can ‘elp you learn ‘ow to cast eet,” she told him.

Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Harry thought about what to do. He had enough on his plate as it was with the Tournament and his regular classes. Plus, he still didn’t trust that this wasn’t some type of trick to get him in trouble. Her previous behavior hadn’t exactly endeared her to him.

“On one condition,” he said after a moment.

Fleur nodded and waited for him to speak.

“I want a vow that you won’t tell anyone about what we’re doing,” he told her.

If she gave him a vow not to tell anyone, he could order her to do anything under the curse, and there was nothing she could do about it. Essentially, he would have complete control of her while she practiced throwing off the curse. He was sure she would refuse. Which is why he was extremely surprised when she raised her wand.

“I swear zhat I will nevair tell anyone about ‘Arry Potter using zhe Imperius curse on me, or what ‘e makes me do while I am under eet.” Fleur stated calmly, the tip of her wand glowing as Harry felt the magic take hold.

“Are you crazy?” Harry asked disbelievingly. “You know this means I can make you do anything I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it, right?”

“Oui,” she replied quietly, her cheeks going slightly pink for some reason.

“Bloody hell,” Harry grumbled, putting his face in his hands.

There’s nothing for it now, he thought. She’d given the vow, and he couldn’t just back out. He would have to help her.

“Fine,” Harry muttered in a defeated tone, drawing his wand. “Let’s get to work.”

For the next half an hour, Harry practiced placing the Imperius curse on Fleur. His first attempt failed after less than a second, and his second wasn’t much better. According to Fleur, the curse was fairly simple to use. You just needed to want to control someone. The problem was, having control was not something Harry was used to. Rarely had he ever had control over his own life, let alone someone else’s. It took him numerous tries, but eventually, he got the hang of it.

“Imperio,” Harry incanted, his wand aimed at Fleur’s chest.

There was no light, no sound, no indication at all that a spell had been cast, but Harry felt the magic take hold. Fleur’s face went slack and her eyes glazed over as he gained control of her mind. It was odd, controlling another person. It wasn’t like controlling an animated object, like he thought it would, where you had to maintain focus constantly to keep control. Strangely, it was much easier to control a person. It felt almost natural, once you got used to it, like controlling another limb that wasn’t connected to your body. A simple thought was all it took to make Fleur do whatever it was he wanted. It made him feel powerful in a disturbing way, leaving him with a feeling of being dirty every time he cast the spell.

Dance

Fleur began to spin and twirl around the room with the skill and grace of a ballerina. Her light blue robes flared out from her body as she moved, giving him a glimpse of her long, stocking-clad legs. No wonder she was always so cold if that was all she wore, Harry thought even as he admired her smooth, toned calves. Harry forced her to keep dancing for a couple of minutes, but still felt no resistance to his commands. With a flick of his wand, he ended the curse, and Fleur spun to a graceful stop, her face scrunched up in frustration.

“Did you hear it?” Harry asked, referring to the voice he heard in the back of his mind that helped him fight the curse.

“Non,” Fleur huffed. “All I ‘ear ees your voice telling me what to do.”

“You need to question it,” Harry instructed. “You can’t fight it using magic. You need to use your mind. Think about why you’re doing it - why you’re listening to the voice. Once you question it, you sort of - push yourself back out of your mind and take control of your body again.”

Fleur paced back and forth as she listened, a thoughtful frown on her face.

“Do you zhink eet would be easier for me to fight eet eef you told me to do somezhing I ‘ated?” she asked thoughtfully.

“Probably, yeah,” he said, looking at her curiously.

“Zhen you need to make me do zomezhing worse,” she said with determination. “’Umiliate me, undress me, anyzhing eet takes. Zhe only zhing I ask, ees zhat you do not touch me.”

“Are you serious?” He asked incredulously.

“Oui,” Fleur nodded with certainty.

Harry shook his head and sighed.

“Fine,” he said, throwing up his arms and then dropping them to his sides.

Running a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath.

“Whenever you’re ready,” He told her, raising his wand and aiming it at her chest.

Fleur closed her eyes and took a deep breath of her own. He could feel her magic building like she was preparing for a fight. Harry knew it wouldn’t help her, but he didn’t say anything, thinking maybe whatever mental preparation she was doing would. Fleur opened her eyes and nodded at him.

“Imperio,” he incanted.

The curse took hold of her mind easily, and Harry took a moment to think of what he should make her do.

Tell me about the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you.

“Once, when I was at a café een Paris, I was reading a romance book and lost control of my Allure,” Fleur admitted. “One of zhe boys in zhe café lost control. ‘E walked up behind me and masturbated unteel ‘e came all over my ‘air.”

Harry grimaced in disgust, wondering how some people could be so weak to lose control of themselves like that.

Tell me something that you don’t want people to know about you.

“I like to put milk eento my bowl before zhe cereal,” she said.

Harry blinked, bemused by her answer.

“What?” he asked in confusion. “That’s... pretty weird, actually.”

Harry paused, wondering what to do next. Fleur hadn’t struggled at all at the questions, and he knew he needed to try something different. Maybe it’s time to really push her, he thought.

Strip.

Fleur began swaying her hips, a seductive smile on her lips as she raised her hands up and undid the clasp at her neck. Walking a few steps closer to him, so that she was within arm's reach, she undid the row of five buttons that held the top together. The smooth, pale skin of her neck was revealed first, followed by her chest and the swell of her breasts as she opened the last button that rested right between her bust. Harry swallowed thickly as he watched her, reaching down to adjust his rapidly growing erection.

Spinning around so that her back was to him, Fleur swung her hair over one shoulder as she turned her head to look back at him. The long, slim fingers of one hand reached up and slid the robes off her shoulder, showing him the strap of her white bra. Grabbing the cuff of her sleeve, she pulled her arm up and out. With her now free hand, she pushed the robe off her other shoulder and pulled her arm out of the sleeve. Wiggling the robes from side to side, she shimmied them down and over her large breasts until they fell to her waist. Her white bra was now the only thing that covered her torso

Giving him a sexy smile, she slid her fingers under the robes at her waist, hooking her thumbs over the top. Popping her hips from side to side, she wiggled the robes down over her wide hips while bending over at the waist. Slowly, inch after inch, Fleur pushed them down, exposing a pair of small white panties and the round, smooth cheeks of her bum. Once the robes reached her thighs, they fell to pool around her feet on the floor, displaying her stocking covered legs. Straightening up, Fleur reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

Holding the bra to her chest with one arm, she turned around to face him again. First, she pulled one arm out of the shoulder strap, then the other, one arm always holding the cups of the bra to her chest. Once both arms were free, she gave him a teasing smile and pulled the bra away from her breasts, holding it out to the side before dropping it to the floor to join her robes. Harry stared as she revealed her large, perky breasts with pale pink areolas and hard nipples. He had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them, to see if they were as full and firm as they looked.

Sliding her hands into the waist band of her panties, she pushed them downed her legs, her breasts dangling beneath her as she bent over. As she stood back up, Harry looked down to see her shaved mound and the lips of her pussy, his cock twitching in his pants. Fleur stood in front of him completely naked except for the black stocking that covered her legs all the way to the top of her thighs. Harry spent several moments staring at her incredible body before he realized he needed to give her another order.

Dance.

Moving to a beat that only she could hear, Fleur began to dance in front of him. Rather than the ballet type of dancing she had done before, this was much more sensual. Starting at the top of her chest, she ran her hands slowly over her breasts as she swirled her hips. Her hands continued to trail down her body until they reached her thighs. Using her arms, Fleur pushed her breasts together and shook them from side to side, causing the firm, pale mounds to jiggle enticingly. Without realizing it, Harry had started to rub his throbbing cock through his jeans.

Running her hands back up her body, Fleur paused to squeeze her breasts, lifting them up and then letting go, causing them to bounce alluringly as they dropped back into place. Raising her arms above her head and swirling her hips, she spun in a slow circle so that her back was facing him. Harry’s eyes drank in her curvaceous figure. From her jutting breasts to her tight stomach and thin waist, the flare of her wide hips, and down to her long, muscular legs.

Suddenly, she bent over at the waist, sticking her full, round ass into the air. Harry was given a great view of her bald, taut slit as she shook her ass in his direction, the thick flesh rippling enticingly.

As she straightened up and continued to dance, Harry remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Focusing on the task at hand, he realized that Fleur still wasn’t resisting the curse. He debated with himself whether he should push things even further or end it now. After a moment, he decided to try one more thing. At his command, Fleur dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward sensually, her ass swaying back and forth as she moved to kneel at his feet, staring up at him.

“’Arry, please, let me suck your cock,” she begged in a darkly erotic purr.

Looking down at her as she continued to stare up at him, Harry’s cock was painfully hard, straining against the leg of his trousers. It took all of his will power to wave his wand, releasing her from the curse rather than going any further. As Fleur blinked, coming back to herself, Harry took a step back and looked away from her, his face flushing as he cleared his throat, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

Fleur stood up and walked back over to her clothes, bending over to pick up her underwear from the floor. He couldn’t resist the urge to look over at her out of the corner of his eye, watching her breasts bounce as she pulled on her panties.

“Did eet feel like I was fighting zhe curse at all?” she asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Er, no, no it didn’t,” Harry told her. “Look, maybe we should call it a day. We’ve been at it for over an hour.”

“Alright, we weel meet ‘ere tomorrow after deener,” Fleur said, her tone taking a demanding quality again as she put on her bra.

Harry sighed in exasperation. He had been hoping she would be a little less enthusiastic after the last failure. Nodding at her, he walked over to the door and pointed his wand at it.

“Finite,” he said, removing the spells from the door.

“’Arry,” Fleur called out softly as he reached for the doorknob.

Harry turned to look at her as she started to do up the buttons of her robe.

“Merci,” Fleur said sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” he said, opening the door as little as possible and slipping through it.

Harry walked down the hall towards the common room, hoping that no one was in the dorms this early so he would have a chance to relieve himself. Glancing at his watch, he had the distinct feeling that he was forgetting something. A few steps later, he stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened.

“Oh shit! Hermione’s gonna kill me!” He yelled, taking off at a sprint towards the library.

~

“Where have you been?” Hermione hissed at him angrily as he collapsed in the seat across from her.

“Sorry,” He huffed, winded from his long run.

Grabbing a book from the large stack that Hermione had set on the table, hoping the questioning would end there. He really should have known better.

“Well?” she asked impatiently. “What took you so long?”

“Fleur needed help with a spell. It took longer than I thought it would,” he said, trying to stick as close to the truth as possible, knowing he was terrible at lying.

“Why would she ask you?” Hermione asked incredulously. “And what spell did she need help with?”

“I don’t know why she asked me, and, um, she, ah, she asked me to keep it a secret, Hermione. Sorry,” he said, hoping she would believe him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important.”

From the suspicious look she was giving him, he knew she wasn’t going to let this go for long. He really needed to get better at lying, he thought.