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  Harry gets his kiss, Fleur gets her world view turned upside down.

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  He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. He wasn’t quite at the point where he could perform the ritual with Fleur, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t push for sex and then blow her mind with the showing. But… no, that felt a little too fast. And while Harry was fident that he could have Fleur ing baore if she actually agreed, gettio agree to fuck him at this juncture would be the hard sell.

  Of course, he’d also sidered making the favor a date. Specifically, a date to the Yule Ball. It would be quite the coup for Harry to walk into the Yule Ball with not just ariwizard Champion on his arm, but arguably the most beautiful woman iire school. Fleur Decour was quite the catch, and he was reasonable sure that unlike sex, she would agree to be his date, even if begrudgingly. It would be well within the realistic bounds of what he could ask of her.

  … The thing was, he wasn’t sure he wao do that anymore. It had certainly been a one point, but now Harry found himself thinking it might have been a shhted one. Being the talk of the Yule Ball and parading Fleur around like a trophy might have been ni the short term, but how exactly would it progress his actual goals? The short answer was, it wouldn’t.

  The long answer was a bit more plex then that though. Put simply, was there any date he could take to the Yule Ball that would progress his long term goals? If you’d asked Harry that back when he’d inally made the bet with Fleur, he would have said ‘no’. But after his test versations with Hermione, he was starting to realize that the bes of pulling the brue closer to him could not be uated. Her eagero help and her devotion to their friendship… it was giving him ideas.

  That all said, he was no lohinking about taking Fleur to the Yule Ball. But he also wasn’t going to try to get her to fuck him right now. That would be crude, crass, and likely blow up in his face. Still… what to ask for? While he teically COULD have bahe favor for ter, the fact that Fleur had so quickly sought him out made it clear she wasn’t ined to wait. She wahis over and doh now.

  … Heh, very well then.

  “What do I want from you, Fleur? I’ll try not to impose on you too much. All I want… is a kiss.”

  The beautiful part vee pauses at that and blinks. Her naturally pouty lips purse together and she narrows her eyes at him, her tone incredulous.

  “… A kiss? Zat is all you desire?”

  Harry grins a roguish grin, albeit with the knowledge that he might still be a little too young in appearao pull off said roguish grin. And he nods.

  For a long moment, Fleur just stares at him. Then, she sniffs haughtily.

  “Very well. If zat iz what you wish, ‘Arry Potter, I shall give you a… kiss.”

  Her derisive tone makes it clear she’s once again revised her opinion of him downwards, ba being nothing but an ‘immature leetle boy’. At the same time, Harry suddenly feels her allure rising up from within her. Oh, she wants to py dirty. Harry makes sure not to let his knowledge show in his eyes or face, even as he grins at her while Fleur moves forward.

  Suddenly, the part vee looks dht… predatory. It’s obvious what she’s pnning to do. With her allure bsting at full power, she’s going to give him his kiss… and then leave him bespotted with her and desperate for more. More which she’ll almost certainly not give to a ‘leetle boy’ like him.

  As she approaches, she all but admits to it before she leans in to do the deed.

  “You will get your kiss, ‘Arry Potter. But… how iz it said? Hm. Be careful what you wish for~”

  Then, she moves in and pnts her lips on Harry’s… before freezing in pce. Internally, Harry is crowing in victory, even as he kisses Fleur Decht back. It starts out chaste enough. Nothing special. But see, if Fleur is going to cheat, then Harry is going to cheat as well. Ah, but who is he kidding really? It was ALWAYS his iion to cheat.

  Regardless, where Fleur turns on her vee allure and bsts it full for his dire, Harry’s own efforts are a bit more subtle. Oh, don’t get him wrong… it’s a good attempt on her part. However, Harry was barely effected by Fleur’s allure ba his inal Fourth Year. The Harry of today? The Harry who traveled ba time? He’s felt the full force of Pure Vee Allure. In parison, with Fleur being only a quarter vee, her allure is nothing. Child’s py.

  Meanwhile, Harry has his own magic t the bear. And he trates it specifically on his lips. When Fleur kisses him, she gets a taste of that magid as part magical creature, she finds it absolutely delicious. The most delicious thing she’s ever tasted? Well, Harry doesn’t want to get too full of himself or anything.

  Still, what Fleur clearly intends to be a simple, chaste kiss that leaves him begging for more winds up turning into something that… lingers. And pletely of her own volition, Fleur tries to deepen it. Key word being ‘tries’. Harry could have let her go further. He could have let her turn it into a full-blown makeout session. Maybe even with some over-the-clothes groping. But that would leave her with wiggle room. She might vince herself that he’d e onto her, rather thaher way around.

  And so Harry has to be the oo pull away. He’s the one who leaves Fleur leaning forward, her pouty lips puckered up and a tiny strand of saliva dangling from the French Witch’s mouth. Taking a step back, Harry is all smiles as he gives the part vee a small bow.

  “Thank you, Fleur. That was all I wanted.”

  Fleur blinks, struck dumb for a moment. Then, she realizes what happened and hurriedly straightens up, pulling her lips out of their puckered state and hastily wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then, amusingly enough, she checks to see if he’d noticed of all things. Harry just smiles guilelessly at her, but his emerald eyes are twinkling. Fleur quickly colors in embarrassment.

  To her credit though, she’s quick to recover. Ae the minor humiliation she must surely be feeling, she mao hold her head high and grace him with a slight nod.

  “… Of course, Monsieur Potter. I shall take my leave of you now. Good day.”

  Harry’s grin only widens as Fleur stiffly makes her way to the door and tries to leave the … only to run into the magical lock SHE put on it when they first ehe French Witch’s embarrassment intensifies as she quickly pulls out her wand and unlocks the door, before finally exiting the room. Harry watches her go for a moment before letting out a sigh and looking down at his crotch.

  Thank fug god for voluminous Hogwarts Robes. Because really, while it was easy enough for him to mentally ighe effects of a quarter vee’s allure, it wasn’t so easy on the physical side of things. His body wanted what it wanted; Harry supposed. But Fleur… well, they’d have to wait and see if anything wound up progressing where she was ed. There was still the Sed Task after all, and if everythi as it did before, Harry could easily sore brownie points with her through that.

  But it was also possible that Fleur might e crawling back before the Sed Task. Especially after that lengthy kiss of theirs. For now… Harry was only human. Specifically, he was only a man. And as a man, he had needs. hat Fleur would not be satisfying today. Fortunately for Harry, he has… options.

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  “Ah! Funngh yes Master! Use me! Ruin me! Make it hurt!”

  Grunting, Harry fucks Beltrix from behind on a bed in the Room of Requirement. One hand fisted in her hair and f her back to arch to an almost painful degree, his other hand is on her hip for stability purposes, even as he pounds her t with all his might, fug her hard, fast… and yes, making it hurt just the way she liked it.

  Bel howls as his cock barrels its way into her stretched pussy over and ain, knowing full well that she be as loud ahusiastic as she wants in the Room. No one is going to hear her. No one is going to stumble across them. Not uhey somehow know to look for ‘the bedroom that Harry Potter arix Lestrange are currently fug in’. Otherwise, the Room of Requirement will shunt them off into another version of itself. It’s nice like that.

  “Merlin, I love how randy that silly French Tart made you feel, my Lord. She really got you all riled up, d-didn’t she?”

  Sn, Harry just shakes his head.

  “You know full well the effects of a vee allure. It’s ohing for me to appear to be ued by it. It’s ao not be affected at all. I’m not gay, after all.”

  Bel cackles at that, before letting out a shaky, almost cute moan as her pussy walls ch around his cod she rides out anasm upon his pistoning member. Once she’s doh that, she speaks up again, panting all the while.

  “On that note, Master… I’m r-ready when you are.”

  Harry pauses at that. He knows what she’s talking about immediately, of course. She wants him to use her modified version of the Ritual in order to steal the magic of Rudolph Lestrange. Using Bel as a duit, due to the magical wedding vows they’d taken back when they were married, it should work. And Harry HAD told Bel that he would sider doing it after the First Task.

  If not now… then when? With a grunt, Harry pulls out of Beltrix, his cock throbbing and swinging bad forth, covered in both their fluids as he lets go of her hair and gives her a nod when she looks back at him hopefully.

  Squealing gleefully, Bel immediately hops off the bed. Harry feels her request of the Room to provide them with the necessary ingredients and while he could have blocked it if he wao, he doesn’t. Crawling off the bed himself, Harry watches as Bel draws out the ritual circle in the ter of the room. He notes how she’s altered it and ged it from the inal.

  Once she’s done, he very carefully double, triple, and quadruple checks her work. Bel waits patiently on her knees o the circle, not making one word of pint. After all, she knows she’s loyal. Any mistakes he finds will be just that, mistakes. But no… there’s nothing wrong with this modified ritual. It will do exactly what Bel said it would, and Harry will remain in trol the eime.

  With that said… Harry reaches for Beltrix and grabs her by the neck. He forces her face down into the middle of the ritual circle with her ass high into the air. He is his cock bato her as she squeals iement, kig her feet a little bit and moaning up a storm as he pees her again.

  The ritual circle begins to glow all around them, even as Harry savagely fucks Bel into the Room of Requirement’s floor. He doesn’t have to ask Bel if she’s willing er this time. He doesn’t have to do any prep… because he already owrix. He owns the eldest of the three Bck Sisters in every ossible. But most importantly, he owns her magic.

  Reag out along the pathway that he already fed between them, Bel’s magic happily answers his call. It rises up to greet its Master, even as Bel herself is cumming her brains out beh him. Not just because he’s fug her silly, but because she’s so excited about what’s about to happen. Harry just snorts in amusement at her enthusiasm, even as he reaches PAST her magic… to Bel’s other bonds.

  Hm, there is Bel’s Dark Mark, of course. He’d locked it down but he hadn’t removed the e that Voldemort had to Bel’s soul. However, Harry doesn’t even try to touch that right now. The Dark Mark is the proto version of Harry’s ritual. Meaning that the e through which it is bound to Bel’s soul pletely favors Tom in the same way Harry’s ritual es to Bel and Aurora favor him entirely.

  If Harry tried to reach out through the Dark Mark and do away with the Dark Lht now… it didn’t matter how physically weak Voldemort currently was. It didn’t matter how dimiom was. It would turn Bel’s body and soul into a battlefield, and while Harry might win and Tom might lose, Bel would DEFINITELY lose.

  He has no iion of wasting his most loyal servant when Voldemort be dealt with iime. But he does file away the potential for usirix’s ritual alongside a NUMBER of female Death Eaters all bound to his magi order to destroy Voldemort. Just a question of whether he find that many willing to switch sides a him fuck them, given his own personal code.

  That said, his own personal code doesn’t stop him from taking the magianiacal murderers like Rudolph Lestrange. And the marriage vows between him arix aren’t nearly as one sided as Voldemort’s Dark Mark.

  Reag out along THAT e as he tio fuck a howling, squealirix into the ter of the brightly glowing ritual circle, Harry seizes upon Rudolph Lestrange’s magic. He feel the man, all the way in Azkaban. The other wizard snaps awake at feeling his magic being tugged so viciously. But there’s nothing he do. Rudolph’s resistance is miniscule at best and with the power of two full grown witches alongside his own, Harry do whatever the fuck he wants with the Death Eater scum.

  Hm. Actually, he does have a choiake here. He could take Rudolph’s magic carefully, a bit more slowly, and leave the bastard alive. It wouldn’t be particurly difficult, just a bit more time ing. It would leave Rudolph as little more than a muggle in Azkaban Prison… a fate worse thah, some might say.

  Or he could just rip it away from the man, almost certainly killing him on the spot. The easier, simpler way to be sure. Much quicker too.

  Harry siders it for a moment… and then grins as he makes his choice.

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