Fleur's evening walk + short scene

Hey, short scene below.

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Cormac McLaggen leered as the girls passed him. Padma and Patil were in a rush, but they looked so delectable in their short plaid miniskirts, their dusky legs so long in their stockings. “Evening, ladies. Where you off to?”

To his chagrin, they didn’t even look at him, but he heard their conversation bouncing off the walls even as they turned the corner.

“Come on Padma, the call went out five minutes ago! Reinforcements!” Parvati hissed.

“I’m coming! I thought the Frenchies were in there already.”

“He’s already gone through them, apparently. All of them.”

“Merlin.” Padma gasped. “It’s going to be a long night…” Their voices trailed off.

Cormac frowned. Merlin knows what those two were banging on about, but he’d long since given up trying to understand the barmy girls of Hogwarts.

His heart skipped a beat when he turned the corner and saw the girl at the end of the corridor, making her way to descend the seventh floor stairs. It was Hogwarts’ newest and hottest tease, Fleur Delacour.

She was walking slowly, tiredly, but that just gave Cormac even more time to leer — her legs in those fishnet stockings, that peach of a rear, that figure. She was Harry’s bird, he knew, but damn, he just knew she’d be the dirtiest witch in the bedroom.

He licked his lips.

She was alone. Sad, maybe? She was trudging through Hogwarts. Maybe Harry had rejected her.

Cormac rubbed his hands together. Sad lonely girls were his bread and butter.

He hesitated. Harry was a proper good bloke. Would he be mad? But Cormac would forever regret if he didn’t at least shoot his shot…

“Hey,” he called, “it’s Fleur, right? I’m Cormac.” He ran his hand through his hair, giving her his best smile as she turned.

“Bonjour.” She had some toothpaste on her chin, but he thought it best not to say anything. Some of the girls liked to do their nightly wash routine outside of their Common Room so they could gossip with the other House’s girls.

“Bonjour,” he smirked. “I love your accent. You’re so beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Merci.”

“What are you up to, tonight?”

She looked at him through her eyelashes, biting her swollen lips. Perfect lips, Cormac thought. Merlin, he bet Harry was getting his wand polished by that throat every chance he got. “I am going to sleep. Bonne nuit.”

“Wait, wait,” he said quickly, “I was just gonna ask, like…”

“Oui?”

Cormac hesitated. Usually he’d try to be a bit more graceful with it…but she was French…and a Veela. Veela’s were all filth, weren’t they?

He took a deep breath and just came out with it. “Do you wanna go somewhere private? I’ve got a good sized wand and, like, I’m an athlete — I could show you a good time. I’d, um, give you a good seeing to, you know?”

Fleur blinked. And when her eyes sparkled with life, he felt a glimmer of hope.

“’Ow about zis, Cormac? I will take my clothes off, oui, and if you still want to ‘ave me, after you see my body, we will ‘ave a good night togezzer. Bon?”

“Yes! Great, bon, I mean.” Cormac stammered. Even Fleur Delacour was self-conscious about her body?! It was perfect. “But I’m sure you’ve got a rockin’ bod…” He trailed off as Fleur flung off her blouse and shimmied her skirt down to her ankles. She leaned against the wall like a model, her satchel on her shoulder, clad in only her beret and her stockings.

Cormac gaped.

It wasn’t toothpaste. None of it was toothpaste. Not on her chin. Not on her glorious chest. Not dripping down her stomach. Not dripping out from between her thighs.

It was a big thick creamy sign that might as well have read ‘Harry was here’.

“Merlin’s beard,” he murmured.

She lifted a knee coquettishly, the squelch of her self loud in the corridor. A fresh river began oozing down her thigh. “You want me?”

Cormac gulped. The sight of her vajayjay alone — it would be like trying to stick his wand in a tsunami. What did Harry do to these poor girls?

“A-actually, I just remembered, I, um, have some homework to do."

"Oui, I thought so." She smiled.

Cormac had to ask. "A-are you okay?”

Fleur giggled, using a finger to wipe her chin and suck it clean. “Eet is only my ego zat is bruised. I ‘ad to call for reinforcements, but what is zat phrase you Eenglish use? Tomorrow is anozzer day, oui?”

“Right.” Cormac swallowed, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Sorry. Sorry for…y’know. Could we, um, not mention this to Harry?”

Fleur smiled, pulling her skirt up her sticky legs. “Pas de problème.”

“You won’t say anything?”

The beautiful girl licked her lips clean and giggled. “As you can see, whenever I see ‘Arry, I have my mouth full, non?”