The Veela’s Champion Chapter 9

Harry made his way through the crowds of students waiting for the Yule Ball to begin. Everyone in attendance seemed to crowd into the antechamber before the ball began, the students from all three schools waiting for the doors to open. Separated from them all, and off to the side of the Great Hall’s entrance, stood the Triwizard Champions. 

It almost seemed fitting in Harry’s mind that a tournament made for three competitors would have three couples attending its ball. Cedric and Cho Chang stood at the front, with Krum, and surprisingly, Hermione of all people, standing beside them. The last member of the group was Fleur, and she smiled upon seeing him.

She wore a silver sequin dress that he struggled to take his eyes off of. The bottom part of it had a slit that ran all the up her thigh, leading down to high heels that made her even taller. The dress ballooned around her big round ass, hugging it in a way that shouldn’t be possible, before curving inwards to show off her wide hips and wrap around her thin waist. The dress was mostly open in the back, showing off quite a bit of skin, with the front part focused almost entirely on showing off her large breasts.

The outfit seemed to blend the lines of formality and sexiness, doing everything possible to show off Fleur’s erotic form, while remaining formal enough to use in proper social functions. That said, it did strange things to Harry’s mind, and gave him a blush that didn’t seem to subside. ‘It’s not like the other boys are any better, as they could hardly take their eyes off her either.’

They were the premier couple, it seemed, based on the looks and whispers sent their way. For once, Harry couldn’t blame the other students, seeing as both himself and Fleur were both Champions participating in the tournament. ‘That, and the fact that Fleur was drop-dead gorgeous.’

Once he managed to take his eyes off Fleur, and get his mind temporarily out of the gutter, he focused on the other Champions and their own dates. “I didn’t know you’d be here too, Hermione.”

The girl smiled shyly, seeming almost embarrassed as she hung off Krum’s arm. “Oh, it just kind of happened… But I guess you and Fleur are officially together?”

Harry froze at that question, but Fleur answered for him. “Oui, that much should be obvious by now.”

She wasn’t directing her words so much at Hermione, but more at the other girls around them. He could feel her hand squeeze him tightly, as if refusing to let go. ‘I wonder if all Veela are this possessive?’

The doors to the Great Hall suddenly opened then, and students began pouring into the large chamber. Harry managed to catch a glimpse of the inside, and saw it was redecorated with round tables along with pine trees draped in fake snow.

“Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour, when exactly will your dates be arriving?” McGonagall asked suddenly as she headed their way, dressed formally for the ball.

The other Champions either looked confused or openly began laughing, while Harry saw Fleur glare at the Headmistress. A glance down revealed their interlocked arms, clearly showing they were attending the ball together. Even if McGonagall missed that, everyone had been gossiping nonstop about himself and Fleur for weeks at this point. ‘Does she seriously not know we are together?’

“Harry is my date, Professor.” Fleur said with some chill. 

McGonagall froze, and looked at the both of them with wide eyes. It was like she was looking at him for the first time, and Harry began to feel quite awkward. “It is not proper for Champions to attend the Yule Ball with one another.”

“It’s kind of late for us to find new dates, Professor.” Harry said, even as his date glared at the Headmistress. ‘Not that Fleur would let me go with anyone else.’

“I suppose I can let this slide, for now.” McGonagall sighed, as if he had greatly inconvenienced her. “Just be sure to make better choices next time, Mr. Potter.”

Fleur’s hand heated up to the point it nearly burned him at that parting comment, and she nearly hissed the next words. “What is wrong with that woman?”

“Professor McGonagall is extremely competitive.” Hermione grimaced. “I guess the sight of Harry with Beauxbatons own champion was a bit too much for her to handle.”

Harry leaned in close to his date’s ear. “Don’t worry about Professor McGonagall. I could care less about what she has to say about us, all I want is for you to be happy tonight.”

Fleur’s eyes widened before a sinful smirk graced her lips. “If you want to make me happy, then you’ll rip this dress off me at ze end of ze night.”

For a while, Harry felt like he had been holding back his lust for Fleur behind a great dam. He worked hard not to give in to his baser instincts around her, as he was still a hot-blooded male attracted to her buxom body. But every now and then some of his lust managed to slip through, like what happened on their date in Hogsmeade. 

Even if he wasn’t affected by her allure, he wasn’t immune to the sinful buxom form of Fleur Delacour’s body. It was something she seemed to figure out, based on the dress she was wearing, along with the teasing comments she gave him which would wound up his lust.

His brain began to get creative in that moment, remembering back to when he was in her bed onboard the Beauxbatons carriage. He thought of her lips wrapped around his cock in Hogsmeade, and what it would be like to see her naked and moaning his name in pleasure later that very night.

‘Save those thoughts for later.’ He felt his cock stir aggressively as he stood next to Fleur, her outfit doing nothing but increase his lust. It was irritating, and he knew that he would have to do his best to keep both his heads in check, especially when he would be dancing in front of the entire school in a matter of moments. ‘I don’t think Fleur would ever forgive me if I stepped on her toes because her tits distracted me.’

“Champions, it is now time for you to enter.” McGonagall suddenly announced as the rest of the school had entered the Great Hall. “Mr. Diggory and Ms. Chang will lead, followed by Mr. Krum and Ms. Granger, and lastly Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour.”

They all nodded and got in line behind each other before walking through the large entrance and into the festive Great Hall. Harry was able to get a better look at the place then, seeing the room decorated with snow-covered trees and ice sculptures, with the ceiling depicting a peaceful snowstorm. 

All the formally dressed students clapped and cheered at their entrance, spread out over hundreds of ornately decorated round tables. Harry just followed Fleur’s lead, not reacting to the room’s occupants as he headed straight to the dance floor with his head held high. 

But even then he could hear the whispers from the crowd, whether they be excited or derisive towards them. It seemed that him and Fleur weren’t the only one getting attention this time around, as Hermione was causing quite a stir with her date.

When they arrived at their position on the dance floor, Fleur turned to face him with an expression he couldn’t place. He hesitantly placed his hand on her hip, the act feeling oddly sexual, with her own hand on his shoulder, before they began to dance to the melody.

McGonagall had already informed him about the Champion’s opening dance, so he already knew what to do. It was a formal dance intended to be forgotten by the audience as the night moved on, done for the purpose of formally starting the ceremony. It lasted little more than a minute, but to Harry that minute could have been a lifetime with Fleur in his arms. 

For something that should have been a formality, the entire affair felt strangely intimate. Fleur didn’t do any of her seductive teasing nor attempt anything otherwise. Instead, they both seemed to stare into each other’s eyes with blank expressions, as if their very souls were preoccupied with one another.

It was a particularly high note in the music that prompted her to step out of his grasp. Still holding his hand, she spun, the gracefulness taking his breath away. She twirled outwards, wrapping his hand over her head, before reeling back towards him and landing flat against his chest. 

It left them pressed against one another, and he could smell the sweet scent of her hair as her head rested against his shoulder. But it was her ass pushed against his crotch that got his attention, as his partly flaccid cock began to swell in size at the sensation.

Fleur seemed to feel it, letting out a soft moan that made him that much harder. “Not until after, mon amour.”

The crowd applauded them as the music came to an end then, and they made their way over to the Champion’s table. It was just as well that their dance ended, as Harry was unable to stop his cock from hardening. By the time they sat down he was pitching a tent, and a glance down from the table would reveal the clothed outline of his erect shaft.

“Wondrous dancing from all of you!” Ludo Bagman congratulated them all as they sat down, with Dumbledore sitting at his side. “Don’t you agree, Headmaster?”

“Indeed.” Dumbledore’s smiled wide. “Although I believe that I must congratulate you, Harry, as well as Ms. Delacour, for your inter-school cooperation.”

“Us?” Harry asked in confusion. 

“Of course, my boy.” The Headmaster’s eyes twinkled merrily. “It is rare to see those considered adversaries in such a tournament come together so closely. Beauxbatons and Hogwarts, two different schools, separated by sea, land, and mountains, yet still their respective Champions are able to find common ground with one another… The same could be said for you as well, Ms. Granger.”

“Me?” Hermoine squeaked. 

“To see one of Hogwarts brightest students dancing with Drumstrang’s own Champion warms my heart.” Dumbledore smiled widely, before he stood up. “Anyways, I must speak with some of our guests from the Ministry. Good luck to all of you, and enjoy your evenings.”

Fleur leaned in to his side him. “Is he crazy?”

Harry’s mind felt like it was rebooting. “I’m not entirely sure.”

Bagman began talking then, boasting about his own quidditch career to Krum and Diggory. But Harry hardly listened, instead breathing in slowly as he tried to calm his lust down. His cock had been practically ready to burst since the ball started, and his dance with Fleur had only made things worse. 

He desperately tried to get his lust under control, yet every few seconds he would glance at Fleur’s expansive cleavage and become hard once again, his mind going to her sweet words and erotic promises.

They sat at a round table in the corner of the hall, allowing important guests to visit their table as they pleased. It provided a fair bit of privacy for them, which Harry was grateful for, yet it left him making a fool of himself with each visitor who tried to talk to him. 

It was when the eight or ninth Ministry official visited their table and left that Fleur leaned over to him. “Take it out.”

“W-What?” He stuttered, thinking he had misheard her.

“Take out your cock, I will take care of it.”

It was like he was living a boy’s wet dream in the Great Hall then, staring at Fleur with incomprehension. ‘Is she really going to suck my cock right here?’

But at that point it was either do what Fleur wanted, or lose his mind to lust. His cock was swelled with so much blood that it felt close to snapping.

He slowly and carefully pulled his trousers down, being careful not to reveal what he was doing to anyone nearby. His eyes darted around cautiously, making sure no one would spot them.

When his cock was revealed it was red, the veins thumping angrily with blood with its head inflamed. It was the hardest his shaft had ever been, and one look at it confirmed that fact.

Fleur seemed to stare at it for a while, almost seeming enraptured at the sight. “Is that… because of moi?” 

He nodded shakily, finally able to breathe without his cock trapped in the tight fabric of his trousers. Yet now it was exposed to the open air, and Harry began to worry about someone seeing his exposed manhood.

Fleur moved then, her hand slowly moving down and wrapping around it, causing his cock to twitch violently. She began to move her hand up and down his length, her dainty fingers wrapped around his humongous shaft.

He let out calm breaths as his release got closer and closer, looking around once again to make sure no one saw them. The students were still dancing, with some of the Professors even joining in, making the room that much more busy. Harry was about to relax completely when he happened to look to the side, and witnessed the worst possible outcome for the situation he was in.

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes from his side, her gaze glued to his cock. He could feel Fleur stroking him, his own release getting closer, all while Hermione watched. Eventually, his best friend seemed to notice them, and Hermione looked at him and Fleur with a panicked expression. Fleur just winked back at her, and the brunette turned away hastily.

‘This is so hot.’ He couldn’t help but think, gaze darting from Fleur to Hermione. ‘Hopefully she doesn’t tell anyone.’

A clinking noisse could be heard as Fleur picked up an empty wine glass from their table, holding it sophistically between her fingers and placing it at the head of his cock. ‘She wants me to cum in that? …Does she want to drink it too?’

“Fill it up, mon amour.” She whispered seductively in his ear. “Give me your seed.”

He grit his teeth so hard that his jaw hurt to keep from making a sound, the head of his penis twitched violently against the glass before he let loose. Fleur’s sweet words, along with the excitement that came with Hermione’s peeving, seemed to send him over the edge. 

His shaft jumped and shuddered beneath him as he filled up the wine glass, all while Fleur’s hand coaxed him along. Load after load left him, lessening the burden on his heavy balls and making him feel that much lighter.

When it was over, Fleur sat the cum-filled glass on the table, before graciously tucking his shaft away and zipping up his trousers. Harry happened to look back over at Hermione then, and saw the brunette staring outright at the wine glass as if scandalized by its contents.

Fleur just smirked and picked it up, before taking a sip. That just made Hermione look close to fainting.

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Boys drooled and girls glared as the crowds parted for her, none of it bothering her in the slightest. Fleur Delacour made her way over to the refreshment table casually, not minding any of them as she picked up a glass and filled it with punch.

As exciting as it was, the arrogant Veela was beginning to get bored of the ball. She and Harry had already danced, along with some sexual maneuvering in between, and then gone on to talk to all the important guests. It left little else to do at that point, and Fleur was just about ready to find Harry and leave.

Coincidentally, the irritating Weasley girl she detested so much was also attending the snack table. The fact that she was the sister of the boy who betrayed Harry just made Fleur dislike her even more. The redhead girl seemed to notice her before Fleur was aware of her presence. “Hey you!”

She wore a red dress, cheap and ill-fitting. It was nothing compared to the custom-made piece of finery Fleur wore, produced for her by the best designers in Paris. Along with that came the disparities between their bodies, something their outfits couldn’t help emphasize.

“Ah, bonjour again, leetle girl.” Fleur smirked, like a predator about to enjoy a particularly nice snack. 

“Y-You…” The redhead finally made her way over to her, and for a moment she seemed almost caught off guard by her appearance. Veela in a dress seemed to have that affect on people, no matter if they were male or female. “You don’t deserve to be with Harry!”

“Oh? And you do?” Fleur’s back arched as she pushed out her chest, emphasizing the disparity in size between their breasts, making the Weasley girl that much angrier. She gave her drink an unimpressed stir, as if pondering the girl’s foolish claim. “What could a leetle girl like you possibly give Harry that I could not?”

The redhead growled. “For one, I’m not a whore.”

“A cheap insult from an impoverished pute.” She sniffed, the insult washing over her carelessly like water upon rock. “Harry would not like to hear you calling me such things.”

“Go ahead and tell him.” The Weasley girl bared her teeth. “He’ll probably agree with me when figures out who you really are.”

“I want you to know something, leetle girl.” She was becoming quite irritated with the youngest Weasley at that point, and wanted to hit her where it hurt. As such, Fleur almost relished her next words. “By ze time this night is over… Harry will be mine.”

“What are you talking about?”

“After I am done speaking with you, I will have Harry accompany me back to my carriage, and from there our real fun will begin.” She leaned in close with a superior smirk. “He will undress me in my room you see, and then I will let him do what he wants. I’ll be sure to swallow his cock, and at ze end of ze night he will spear his big cock deep in my waiting pussy.”

The Weasley girl let out a gasp at her vulgarity, and Fleur just smirked cruelly. “Once ze boy tastes my Veela pussy, no other girl will be able to compare to moi.”

She turned her back to the redhead, something she only did because there were hundreds of people around them. Fleur found optimal path back to her table then, and headed straight for Harry. ‘It’s time for us to leave this place.’

He was finishing up talking with the Astronomy Professor when Fleur arrived at their table, and she calmly sat next to him. “It is time, mon amour.”

Harry looked somewhat startled, before he grimaced, giving her an answer she didn’t expect. “I don’t know if I can.”

He glanced down then, and Fleur frowned and followed his line of sight. His cock was still hard, forming a tubular bulge on his trousers. ‘H-He’s still hard?! W-We can’t walk through the Great Hall with him like this!’

As much as she enjoyed it, Fleur didn’t want to give him a handjob once again while sitting at their table. As exciting as it was the first time, she didn’t want to risk anyone seeing them. Luckily, there was another exit near their table, leading out of the Great Hall and onto the castle grounds. Fleur grabbed his hand and hastily pulled him along, leading him that direction.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked. 

“Ze gardens.” She led him out of the room’s side entrance, and immediately darted into the cover of the nearby bushes once out. 

As little as Fleur cared for school gossip, she didn’t want to give any reason to start new waves of rumors. Because of that, she led Harry deep into the gardens and out of the way of any possible passerby’s. 

Once they were deep enough in the rows of hedges and plants she turned to him, and immediately her lips were on his own. 

If one were to expect their evening to be formal and dignified from that point onwards, then they would be wrong. They mashed their lips against one another in that garden brazenly, all their restraint gone. The had spent the evening playing with one another, teasing each other about the night ahead and fueling each other’s lust. 

Within moments, Fleur had given up on kissing and was on her knees before forcefully tugging down Harry’s trousers. She stared upwards, cross eyed, as his humongous shaft sprang forth. 

“I’m going to make you cum, mon amour.” She began to jerk it with both hands, forgetting finesse as she rushed to get his seed. “And then you’re going to take me back to my carriage and stretch me with zis big cock.”

Her lips wrapped around his cockhead then, quickly downing more and more of his length as his shaft entered her mouth. She didn’t pull back nor stop as she descended his shaft, instead continuing forward without hesitation. It was almost scandalous that she tried to swallow his cock so hastily, but Fleur was in that much of a hurry to get his big cock crammed down her throat.

But her actions weren’t enough for Harry, and he seemed to finally snap and give in to his baser instincts. His hands descended to grip the sides of her head, and Fleur did a mental smirk as he pulled her the rest of the way down his shaft. 

‘So you’re finally giving in, mon amour.’ She thought with deep satisfaction, as her pussy became drench with her own arousal. 

He pulled her all the way down, to the point that her nose was scrunched against his crotch. When that happened, he pushed her head backwards, pulling her back till just the tip of his cock was in her mouth before ramming it down her throat. 

GLURK GLUCK SHLURP

Spittle and saliva covered Harry’s girthy cock in increasing amounts with each movement, some of it falling down and landing on her expansive cleavage. Fleur could feel her own fluids running down her thighs, and the sensation just made her suck that much harder. 

Her hand moved up then, reaching forwards and giving his right testicle a gentle squeeze. That seemed to be the right move, as Harry gave a particularly harsh thrust with his shaft before he growled deeply in pleasure. He slammed her face down his shaft, ramming her nose into his crotch before holding on by the back of her head.

His cockhead thickened where it was embedded in her throat, and his entire shaft pulsed as he came. Fleur felt her eyes roll back in her skull as he blew the first load down her gullet, feeling her own pussy convulse and orgasm from it. 

‘Give it to me.’ She thought with delight. ‘Tonight I want you to give me every last drop.’

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The noise of a woman unzipping her dress could be heard onboard the Beauxbatons carriage, as Harry rested on the bed in Fleur’s room. It was the night that seemed to never end in Harry’s mind, every action between himself and his date becoming more depraved and hot as the night went on. 

He had cum twice already, once from her hand and another from her mouth. And yet the two of them had yet to even arrive at Fleur’s room till now, meaning that the main event was soon to begin.

His Veela date let her silver dress fall to the floor, and Harry’s breath caught at the sight that greeted him when she turned around. She was completely naked, giving him an unrestricted view of her large, teardrop breasts. 

Just the slightest breath made them shake and wobble, large to the point he wondered if her back hurt from holding them up. They were so much bigger than he imagined, and not to mention soft and shapely. 

The rest of her body was exposed too, from her toned stomach that branched out to wide hips, and then to thick, plump thighs held up by long legs. He could see her pussy as well, hairless and perfect between her legs, and dripping with her own fluids.

She made her way over and kneeled over his own naked form, her pussy wet and raining feminine juices down and onto his erect shaft. 

“Is that… from me?” He couldn’t help but watch as a wet string of arousal fell from her gushing cunt and landed on his cockhead. 

“Oui.” Fleur sounded breathless, her eyes blown wide with lust. 

She moved down without invitation, allowing the head of his erect cock to enter her core. Immediately, Harry felt like the head of his shaft was being squeezed from all directions, all while entering a furnace of warmth. 

“Ah!” Fleur’s eyes went wide. “S-So big!”

“I-It’s just the tip.” He grit out, amazed by how much his cock was stretching her. “Damn you’re warm…”

“Merde…” She looked down at where his pole pointed upwards, leading directly into her core. Fleur moved then, and another few inches were consumed by her furnace of a cunt.

For Harry, the view in front of him took his breath away. It didn’t seem right that any mortal would get to experience such a sight, watching as the gorgeous Fleur Delacour panted and moaned in pleasure as she took more and more of his massive cock. 

But just above that, where her body joined with his own, his gaze settled on the perfect pair of large, perky breasts. Slowly, his hands moved from their place at his sides, coming up carefully before landing on her tits. 

“Gah!” Fleur moaned loudly at his touch, and her body began to shake. He felt her core squeeze his shaft then, as juices ran down the sides of his partly-exposed cock. 

His hands then moved down to land on her curvy hips, reminding him that just hours ago he’d held her in the same way as they danced. But now they were performing a different dance, one Harry found much more preferable.

Fleur moaned as he grasped her body and pulled it downwards, sheathing his cock fully into her core.

“Oui!” Fleur gasped. “Take me, use me! Anything you want, mon amour!”

He groaned in pleasure. “So good…”

“Tell me! Tell me I’m ze best!” She pleaded. “No other pussy can match mine!”

“Still so arrogant.” Harry wheezed. “You’re not holding on any better than me.”

Fleur whispered something in French under her breath, before she moved her arms to wrap around his neck. She was suddenly right in his face, and he could feel her warm breath against his lips. 

She began to bounce on his shaft, his hands still holding her hips while her breasts jiggled. Harry felt his world began to blur with pleasure, his shaft being enveloped over and over again by her warm pussy. 

CLAP CLAP CLAP

Her ass methodically landed against his thighs, creating a rhythmic slapping sound with each bounce. He felt his cock twitch from its place inside her, being stimulated by her movements. 

“You couldn’t resist me, could you, Harry?” Fleur asked sweetly, but he could hear the strain in her voice. “Ze Veela will always get what they want.”

‘I need to do something!’ He thought, feeling his fingers tighten from their place on Fleur’s hips. 

It was when she was at a particularly high bounce, leaving only the head of his cock embedded in her pussy, that he struck. With all his might, Harry slammed her downwards and onto his cock. 

“Oh!” Her head tiled upwards in pleasure, and he felt her core squeeze around his cock once again. 

But Harry didn’t stop, instead continuing to slam her up and down his dong. He felt his release getting ever closer with each bounce of Fleur’s body, to the point his penis was twitching madly inside of her. 

“I-I’m going to cum.” He breathed out shakily. 

“Oui.” Fleur moaned out, suddenly lifting herself off his cock before turning around. 

It gave Harry a view of her body he’d wanted to see for so long, being her large, round, heart-shaped ass. As much as he enjoyed her large breasts, he secretly desired to see her fat ass even more. 

“I know you want it, mon amour.” Fleur knelt down on his thighs, allowing his shaft to be squeezed between her cheeks. “So mark it as yours.”

His cock wasn’t embedded inside her cunt this time, instead pointing upwards while massaged between Fleur’s asscheeks. Suddenly, her ass shook, and her cheeks began twerking against the sides his shaft. All the while his Veela lover looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk.

‘T-This must be some Veela superpower.’ Harry thought deliriously, feeling as if his mind had finally been deluded by lust. It was enough to send him over the edge, and his shaft gave a great lurch before spewing his load directly onto Fleur’s fat ass. His seed covered each of her cheeks thoroughly, and even part of her back. 

When it was over, Harry fell down to the bed with a tired but satisfied sigh, and his Veela girlfriend joined him moments later before they both drifted off to sleep. 

Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18