Lightning Strikes Twice (Harry Potter)(Time Travel)

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Fleur makes her move.

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She’s gratified when he doesn’t push her away. Satisfaction courses through her as he grabs hold of her hips and kisses her back. Even still… Fleur can’t help but be conflicted. She’s been in a state of turmoil ever since weeks ago, after the Second Task.

On the one hand, she's an adult woman. A full-grown witch in the eyes of the Wizarding World. She can make her own decisions, including who she gives her body, her love, and her magic to. But on the other hand, she did respect her mother's viewpoints.

Apolline had acted like Harry was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She’d told Fleur that even if he was a good man now, he might turn into a bad one down the road and if she bound herself to him and joined his Wizard’s Coven before then, there would be no recourse for her except for death. She would be stuck.

Fleur might not have been happy with Apolline’s overprotectiveness, but she understood it if nothing else. Obviously, she had to look out for her daughter. So when Apolline had been willing to compromise by meeting with Harry to get his measure personally, Fleur hadn’t been thrilled, but she had been cautiously hopeful. She’d figured maybe the Delacour Matriarch would see the same things in Harry that she did.

… Be careful what you wish for, lest it come true. That was the ancient saying, wasn’t it? She’d hoped that Apolline and Harry could find common ground, but Fleur had no idea the ground would be so common or so… sudden. She’d sent Harry in to talk Apolline into allowing Fleur to potentially join his Wizard’s Coven, and when he’d come back out again, it was Apolline who had joined it instead.

Needless to say, Fleur’s world had turned on it’s head, especially when her mother not only refused to give her a reasonable explanation for her decisions, but also continued to forbid Fleur herself from taking the exact same path she had. It was, quite frankly, all too much. Did Fleur regret telling her mother that she hated her, and then refusing to talk to Apolline even once before she returned to France until the Third Task?

… Maybe a little bit. But not by much. Certainly not enough to reach out with a letter or a Floo Call in the time since. Even when Fleur’s Headmistress had tried to intercede, Fleur had shut the taller witch down with prejudice. This was between her and her mother and no one else. Well, no, that wasn’t entirely true was it? This was between her, Apolline… and Harry Potter.

Fleur knew how she felt towards Apolline Delacour. She was furious and hurt. But untangling her feelings towards Harry was a bit harder. Not only did she long for his presence, to feel his touch again and to taste more of his seed, but also, she didn’t know precisely where he stood when it came to her mother’s decrees. Was he in full agreement with the Lady Delacour? He was the Head of the Wizard’s Coven, so technically wasn’t Apolline subordinate to him now?

Her uncertainty and fear of how Harry might react to her had driven Fleur to avoid him, too afraid to find out which way he would fall if she approached. In the end though, she could only stay away for so long. She wanted more. She wanted Harry.

Still, him kissing her back was a solid first step right? She just had to take things slow, ease him into it, and-

“Bind me, Harry. Bind my magic to your own and make me one of your witches.”

… Or she could blurt that all out the moment they both finally pull apart for air. Fleur’s face goes bright red as her lips get ahead of themselves. She freezes up as soon as her brain processes what she just said, terrified of what Harry’s answer might be. He pauses for a moment, those gorgeous emerald eyes of his staring her down for a brief second before he finally answers her.

“The Lady Delacour has asked me not to.”

Fleur perks up at that. That wasn’t a ‘no’ by any stretch of the imagination. If he was going to shut her down, he would have done so. Harry didn’t like to mince words. Also, the key word there was ‘asked’. Asked him not to… didn’t demand it, didn’t order it. Because she couldn’t. Because she’d subordinated herself to him, the hypocrite. Licking her lips, Fleur smirks and drapes her arms over Harry’s neck, sliding one leg up his side provocatively as she chuckles throatily.

“I don’t really care what that hypocrite would prefer, Harry. And you and I both know her opinion only has as much weight as you choose to give it. So tell me… what must I give up for you to bind me? My body? My body is already all but yours. All you need to do is claim it just like my magic. I want to be yours, Harry. I want to serve you.”

The funny thing is, she hadn’t been nearly so certain of those statements weeks ago. But if there was one thing Apolline Delacour’s thoughtless actions had provoked, it was Fleur deciding precisely what she wanted. If Harry was a good enough man for Apolline, then surely he was a good enough man for Fleur!

As Harry looks at her, really looks at her, Fleur makes sure to wear her heart on her sleeve, bearing her soul for the wizard to see. She means every word, or else she wouldn’t be here right now, confronting him in the first place. The part veela has had more than enough time to come to this conclusion. All that’s left now is to convince him that she’s ready to be bound.

“… Not yet.”

Again, Fleur perks up. Not yet distinctly implied that one day the answer would be yes. Still, her eyes narrow into slits as her focus intensifies. She’s so close…

“When, if not now? I’m sure you could put my magic to use doing any number of things if you had me bound right now, Harry.”

She feels like it’s a damn good argument, but when Harry growls and suddenly grabs a fistful of her hair, sharply drawing her head back, Fleur knows she’s overstepped.

“Not yet, Fleur. I will consider binding you, if that is still your wish, after the Third Task. After the Triwizard Tournament has come to a close, after the year has come to an end… then and only then will I consider binding your magic. However, there’s something you must do for me before that time.”

Shivering in excitement and delight, Fleur licks her lips hesitantly.

“A-Anything… name it…”

“Make up with Apolline. She’s not a bad woman, for all that I turned her into a hypocrite when I convinced her to join me. All she wants is what’s best for you.”

Fleur freezes at that. He just had to ask for the most difficult thing, didn’t he?

“I… I w-will not apologize to her, no matter my harsh words.”

Harry grunts at that and shakes his head.

“I’m not asking you to apologize. I’m asking you to forgive her. Whether she accepts that you’re your own woman who can make your own choices or not afterwards… that’s her problem.”

That… that wasn’t so bad. Especially when it got her steps closer to getting what she wanted. That said, Fleur saw room for negotiation and she couldn’t help but take it.

“I can d-do that Harry… but I ask a boon of you in return, to be given right here and right now.”

Pausing, Harry tilts his head to the side and looks into her eyes curiously.

“Yes? What is it?”

Wetting her lips with her tongue again, Fleur looks right back at him.

“T-Take me… right here, right now. Fuck me in this dark stone alcove. Make me your woman if not your witch. Please…”

She needed it. She needed his cock. She needed some small sign that it wasn’t all just an act, that he wouldn’t just abandon her. More than anything, Fleur needed a way to show Harry she was serious about this, and also show him what he might be missing out on if he DIDN’T bind her at the end of the year.

There’s a pregnant pause before suddenly, Harry’s hands are back on her hips. Fleur gasps as he spins her around and bends her over, pushing her up against the stone wall of the alcove where her large breasts squish into it. Without hesitation, the blonde part veela arches her back, presenting herself to him. She’s desperate for his touch.

“Oooh, yes Harry, yes! Take me right here, right now!”

Without hesitation, he hikes up her dress and yanks down her panties. Fleur shivers in anticipation as he exposes her dripping wet pussy lips to his no doubt hungry gaze. Then, she hears the sounds of him pulling out his cock and feels the head of his impressive mast nudging against her slick entrance a moment later.

It’s far from the first time she’s dealt with Harry’s dick, of course. It’s not even the first time she’s seen him fuck a woman. But it’s certainly the first time she’s been fucked by him. With a powerful thrust, he plunges his thick shaft deep inside of her, stretching her open around his cock right there on the spot.

Fleur throws her head back and cries out in ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching down tightly around Harry’s dick.

“Ahh! Mon Dieu! F-Fuck me hard and fast! Ruin me with your big fat cock, Harry!”

Whimpering, moaning, and squealing louder and louder, Fleur’s fingers claw at the stone wall in front of her, even as Harry doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s asked. He quickly begins pounding into her, setting an absolutely unrelenting pace that has Fleur’s eyes nearly rolling back in her head in no time at all.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoes through the alcove and corridor as Harry ruts into her sopping cunt from behind, grunting with exertion all the while. Fleur meets his thrusts with equal fervor, pushing her hips back against his in order to desperately take him deeper.

In no time at all, her pussy is fluttering and seizing around Harry’s cock as Fleur experience the first of many orgasms along his length. Her pussy walls clench and squeeze down hard even as she moans wantonly and creams herself again and again. She’s milking him for all he’s worth really, and yet it’s still not enough to stop him.

The sensation is incredible though, unlike anything she’s ever experienced before. But it’s not complete. She wants him to cum for her. She wants to feel him fill her with his seed. Will it be just like when he cums down her throat? She always feels so good with a belly filled to the brim with Harry’s magic-laden cum. Will the same be true of having a womb filled with the stuff as well?

She can’t wait to find out. Driving her hips backwards with as much force as she can muster, Fleur gurgles as she tips over the edge again and again. Her eyes finally do roll back in her skull, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she arches her spine even more for him. Fleur loses track of just how many times she cums for Harry… but she certainly knows when she finally makes him cum for her.

Suddenly, quite abruptly even, Fleur feels his seed splattering across her insides as he buries himself deep in her twat with one last thrust. She shudders as his cum enters her most precious and sacred of places, as it paints the walls of her womb white.

And… it’s everything she’d hoped for. She comes undone in that moment as Harry’s power courses through her. The magic in his seed was enough to make her incredibly powerful when imbibed. But it feels even better settling in her womb, permeating through her body. Fleur’s eyes flutter for several moments until Harry is finished dumping his load in her.

This was worth waiting for the end of the year to be bound. It was even worth reaching out and forgiving Apolline for her trespasses.

However… Fleur isn’t an idiot. She’d heard what Harry said earlier and understood that nothing was set in stone. He’d said he would CONSIDER binding her magic after the Third Task and the end of the school year. He’d used the word ‘consider’ twice.

She still needed to prove herself to him. She still needed to convince him. That starts with turning around and dropping to her knees the moment Harry pulls out of her. Taking his cock into her mouth, Fleur dutifully sucks on his dick while staring up into her future Master’s emerald eyes.@@novelbin@@

As she cleans him off with her mouth and tongue though, Fleur knows this won’t be enough. He’s already had her mouth and now her body. He’s already fucked her silly and had her suck his cock. Fleur needs to think of another way to impress him. She needs to find something else that will convince him beyond a shadow of a doubt that he needs her.

It hits her after a moment of ferocious sucking and hollowing of her cheeks. He’s given her the answer, hasn’t he? Basically… she just needs to win the Triwizard Tournament.

After the Second Task, she’s actually fairly well-positioned for potentially coming out on top. All she needs to do is excel in the Third Task and she might just take the whole thing. Of course, that was a pretty huge ‘might’. After all… her competition was the very man she was trying to impress.

Still, what better way to prove herself than to win the entire Triwizard Tournament? He would have to acknowledge her worth than. He would have to acknowledge that she was someone he needed to bind to him for whatever he was planning.

Yes… Fleur knows what she has to do now. She’s going to win the Triwizard Tournament. No matter what.

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