Halloween Fleur

Harry clutched his balls as he waddled through the Chamber of Secrets to the Floo fire. Voldie hadn't attacked this Halloween but it hadn't made it any less deadly - his girls had almost killed him.  It had been tough to keep up a semi-believable roleplay when Nurse Hermione met the green latex devil that was Daphne, and even harder when Hannah the Easter bunny bounced along. 

It had been harder still to get the girls to play nice, but eventually he had Mione checking Daphne's temperature with her tongue, while Dr. Harry gave her an cock-suppository and Hannah lapped at his Easter eggs. 

He grinned. Consecutive years of Voldemort attacks had left him disillusioned as to Halloween's upsides, but the girls had been determined to show him a good Hallow's Eve. 

Now he was done for the day, and maybe the year. His balls were sore. He was going to collapse on his favourite pillows - Cissy's soft tits.

When he arrived in Malfoy Manor and stumbled out of the Floo, he stopped short. The drawing room was destroyed - broken wine glasses on the floor, wine stains on the white rug. The mirror askew on the floor. 

An panty-clad ass was wiggling in his face - Fleur was on her hands and knees, using a little feather duster to wipe the dresser leg. 

She gasped as he entered. "Oh, pardon, Monsieur!" She scrambled to a stand, posing to let him take her in. Harry stared at her ridiculous latex maid costume, the dainty white headband, the bountiful cleavage, the stockings and garters. Her little feather duster was attached to her apron strap, like the costume creator was so cheap they couldn't even be bothered to make a proper attachment.

"I did not expect you, pardon." Fleur flushed, her French accent even more heavy and ludicrous than usual. "Ze Madame did not tell me she 'ad a 'andsome 'usband." 

She pouted, her lips painted a dark seductive red. "I theenk I made a leetle mess, non?" She fluttered her eyelashes and gave a gasp of mock dismay. "Please, Monsieur, don't tell my manager. I'll do anyzing."

Harry grimaced and reached down to cradle his aching balls as his cock stirred. This was going to hurt but it had to be done. Fleur looked too hot. As he unzipped, a thought crossed his mind.

I might have been better off with Voldemort.

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A little late for Halloween but I'm sure you won't mind. Hope you like it.

- Rob