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The Secret Triwizard Prize

Fleur never expected to lose the Triwizard Tournament. She certainly didn’t expect to lose it to Harry Potter of all people, a fourth-year far below her.

Ever since she first entered Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Fleur Delacour felt that she had high standards to live up to. Beauxbatons was one of the prestigious magical schools among wizardkind. In fact, the most prestigious, if anyone asked a Beauxbatons student or professor, and Fleur saw no reason why it wouldn’t be. The school boasted that it produced the brightest and best witches and wizards around, and graduating from the academy guaranteed a surefire track to an excellent career.

Her parents had also attended Beauxbatons, both earning top marks in their classes. The professors spoke fondly of the pair and often asked Fleur how they were doing and told her they expected great things from her too.

But if the status of the school and the legacy of her parents wasn’t enough pressure, then her natural good looks compounded the issue. After all, those with Veela blood tended to turn heads wherever they went. And many heads often turned in Fleur’s direction as she glided by, her long golden hair flowing behind her. Like her mother, she could root many people to the spot with great, luminous blue eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak, everyone hushed and listened, the boys gawped and awkwardly repeated her words, as though lost in a daydream of her mouth on theirs, moving in an intense kiss.

With all this expectation and praise granted her, it was little wonder she developed a high opinion of herself. Some gossiping girls called it haughty, but Fleur backed up her reputation by dedicating herself to her studies and rising to the top of her classes. Then she blew off steam by using her feminine wiles to have boys of every shape and size eating out of her hand.

Therefore, it was little surprise that during her seventh year, she was chosen as part of the group to attend the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The first Triwizard Tournament in over 200 years and probably the most exciting event of Fleur’s lifetime since the permanent demise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

However, her disappointment at first seeing Hogwarts was as evident as everyone else’s when they arrived by carriage. Unlike the majestic chateau and beautiful countryside of Beauxbatons, Hogwarts was a dingy, rustic castle in comparison. It sat between a dreary, unwelcoming forest and dull lake.

The occupants weren’t much better. A few stood out, such as the headmaster Dumbledore, who seemed as old as time itself and smiled in the same manner her grandfather did whenever family visited. He took the hand of the Beauxbaton’s headmistress, Madame Maxime, and kissed her hand, appearing quite silly and small compared to her great height. “Welcome,” he said.

Fleur’s eyes roamed the students standing outside to greet them. None really piqued her interest. Harry Potter didn’t even stand out in the crowd that first night. Nor at all until the night his name was called from the Goblet of Fire as the fourth champion. Even when that happened, she turned her nose up in his direction and viewed him as just another obstacle in the tournament. An obvious sign of Hogwarts cheating.

It wasn’t until the second event, when Harry and Ron helped save her sister Gabrielle from the lake, that Fleur saw him in a different light. A very brave boy. Stupid, but brave.

What also stood out were two women cheering Harry on from the stands. Although after Igor Karkaroff awarded Harry a lower score for the task, one of the women jumped to her feet, her wild eyes ablaze in indignation, and yelled nasty curses at Karkaroff. Only when she remembered her wand and started to draw it did the other woman jump to her feet, gripping the first woman’s hands tight, and whisper in her ear, easing her back to her seat.

“Were zee women in ze stands relatives of yours?” Fleur asked Harry later in the Great Hall.

Harry’s eyes widened as though surprised she was talking to him. Up close, he wasn’t bad-looking. Eager and a little wiry, his mess of jet black hair trying to hide his embarrassment, but it suited him. Behind his glasses sat kind eyes that exuded an enjoyable warmth.

He stumbled over his words at first when she spoke to him. All too common in Fleur’s experience talking to boys. “Yeah, my mom and stepmom.”

“Your father couldn’t make it?”

He stared at her for a moment, caught in her gaze, then blinked rapidly. “Oh, um, he’s dead. About thirteen years ago.”

Thirteen years. Something about that time frame caught her attention. Then it suddenly clicked. “Potter. As in James Potter, ze man ‘oo helped defeat,” she scanned the room and lowered her voice, “ ‘e-’oo-Must-Not-Be-Named?”

“Yes, like the Daily Prophet article mentioned, he defeated Voldemort.”

A chill raced down Fleur’s spine and she shuffled back a small step. “You say ‘is name?”

“He’s been dead for years. And he killed my dad. I’m not afraid of him.” He meant it too. There was a fire in those green eyes of his. The same sort of fire his father must’ve had facing down that evil wizard. He really is a brave one, she thought, admiring his courage. Maybe there was something more to the Hogwarts boys here. Or perhaps it was just Harry.

She steered the conversation back to a lighter topic. “I thought ze one woman might curse Karkaroff.”

“Yeah, that’s my stepmom, Bellatrix. She’s,” he scrunched his mouth and searched for the right word, “spirited. She’s not as bad as the Prophet made her out to be.”

“What do you mean?”

He raised an eyebrow. “The one where they interviewed all of us about the tournament.”

“Oh. I ‘ave not read eet,” she confessed. In all honesty, she had skimmed part of it, then tossed the paper aside in disgust. The journalist, Rita Skeeter, had barely asked any of the other champions any questions. It had all been centered on Harry, his tragic origins of losing his father so young, his mother’s remarriage. At the time, she thought it was simply another rude slap in the face from their host nation during this tournament.

Harry took her response well and grinned. “That’s a relief. I’ve been getting hounded by people about it who don’t realize it’s all a bunch of rubbish.”

“Zen if you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean about your stepmom?”

“Um,” Harry scratched his head and muttered, “No sense hiding it since it’s out there.” He checked the rest of the Great Hall. Most of the tables were empty and only a handful of students were doing their homework like him. The rest of the school was enjoying the nice day outside.

“She used to be a Death Eater,” he said to her. “Only in the last days of Voldemort’s reign.” Fleur shivered again. “Sorry, You-Know-Who. She helped locate Muggle-borns and terrorized people, but she never killed anyone.” He emphasized the last part, as though he’d had this conversation many times in the past.

“What happened to her after?”

“She was tried and set to go to Azkaban with others. My mum was working with the Ministry of Magic at the time and she advocated for a lesser punishment for her and some of the other Death Eaters. She argued they could be rehabilitated and integrate with the community again.

“The Ministry decided to grant a temporary trial of it. Mum chose to work with Bellatrix and they housed her at St. Mungo’s in a separate wing where Mum could visit her each day. She worked with Bellatrix to turn her life around and help her see the error of her ways. Bellatrix eventually confessed to her crimes and received a lighter sentence that she’s since paid.”

“Doing what?”

“She and Mum run the Wayward Home for Troubled Wizards and Witches. They help rehabilitate those who commit lesser crimes that aren’t deserving of Azkaban and ensure they serve out a sentence giving back to the community.” He nodded to one end of the Great Hall. One of the many House Elves serving Hogwarts led a witch around, each carrying sackfuls of laundry. “There’s one now.”

“So ‘ow did she become your stepmom?”

“While she was at St. Mungo’s, she and Mum hit it off. At one point, she asked Bellatrix out and they started dating.”

“I see. Zey do look lovely together.”

“Yeah, they do,” Harry said almost wistfully. “Been married for several years now.”

“And if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be the model of sanity I am today.” They jumped and turned around. The wild-eyed, pale woman leered over them behind a curtain of thick, shining dark hair. Her long lashes blinked slowly and she stood tall and spectral in flowing black robes, like she came from a noble family and looked down upon others, shrinking them under her gaze. Fleur understood right away how she could’ve terrorized people as a Death Eater.

“Hello, love. How are you?” she said, turning to Harry. She broke into a warm smile that almost dispelled the ominous effect. Almost. An undercurrent lurked beneath, as though she could switch back just as easily at any time.

Harry stood and hugged her while Fleur stood beside him. “Good. Where’s Mum at?” he asked.

“She’s speaking with one of the professors.” She turned back to Fleur. “You’re one of the other champions, aren’t you?”

“Yes, this is Fleur Delacour,” Harry answered.

Bellatrix offered her hand and Fleur shook it. “Nice to meet you. ‘arry was telling me about you and your wife.”

“Hopefully only the worst parts,” Bellatrix said teasingly. “Actually, I needed to talk to him about something private. Would you mind giving us a minute?”

“Not at all. I must be going back to the carriage.” She waved to Harry. “I’ll see you later.”

As Fleur left the Great Hall, Harry and Bellatrix sat next to one another on the bench. She leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. Harry’s brows knit in confusion, then jumped up in surprise and he hotly protested whatever she told him. Fleur lingered by the entrance to the Great Hall, watching them, wondering what on earth they could be discussing.

Bellatrix grabbed Harry’s wrist and shushed him. For a brief moment, Fleur had the sense of someone making a threat. After all, Harry did say his stepmom used to be a Death Eater. That was ridiculous though. She wouldn’t possibly be threatening her own son. Besides, from Fleur’s position, Bellatrix wasn’t hurting Harry. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and spoke calmly to him.

As she spoke, Harry lowered his head, then raised it in surprise. His cheeks colored, but he nodded to her, as though astounded by some revelation she gave him. Perhaps it was advice for the next task. After all, despite Hogwarts’ best efforts, word had gotten around about the nature of the past two tasks.

Fleur realized she’d been standing there and watching them too long. They were bound to notice her soon if she didn’t move. Besides, their discussion was none of her business. Taking a deep breath, she headed to the foyer and out to the castle grounds, making a beeline for the Beauxbatons’ carriage.

While Fleur appreciated Harry’s heroic gesture in the second task and thanked him, according to Madame Maxime, her sister Gabrielle was never in any real danger. So she figured that Harry and her were even.

Then the last task occurred. Fleur was fuzzy on the details, partly because the Imperiused Viktor Krum knocked her out, partly because the Ministry of Magic kept the matter under wraps. All she had been able to gather from her friends and other gossip was that a former Death Eater impersonated a professor at the school and put Viktor under an Imperius Curse, forcing him to try to kill everyone except Harry. Thankfully, Fleur’s scream alerted Harry, who saved her and knocked out Viktor.

The Death Eater had also bewitched the Triwizard Cup, turning it into a Portkey and sending Harry and Cedric Diggory to someplace surrounded by other Death Eaters. They blamed Harry’s father for their master’s downfall and sought revenge on him. Harry and Cedric managed to fight their way back to the Portkey before either were killed.

At first, she suspected Bellatrix, but that idea was quickly quashed. The Death Eater professor was some official’s son who faked his death in Azkaban, but snuck out under the watch of the Dementors.

Other than that, all sorts of wild rumors flew about the school, including Harry and Cedric having to face a horde of Death Eaters on dragons. All of it nonsense, but one thing Fleur knew for sure was that she owed Harry this time for saving her life. This danger had been very real. Too real for her liking.

So a week after the tournament, during a free day, she searched the grounds for Harry since almost everyone was outside enjoying the beautiful sunny day. He wasn’t outside and when she tried the castle, the few people still around hadn’t seen him.

Fleur was about to give up until she happened upon a round-faced boy, waddling in a crouch, and searching every nook and cranny of a fourth-floor empty corridor. “Trevor!” he hissed and opened a door of an empty classroom. “Trevor?”

“Excuse me,” Fleur called. The boy straightened up, still standing well below her height. His eyes widened to saucers and he stammered incoherently. “ ‘ave you seen ‘arry Potter?”

The boy opened and closed his mouth, only emitting a squeak. He coughed and said, “Harry? He’s, um, back there.” He pointed down the corridor. “In one of the classrooms. Some woman took him in there.”

“Merci,” Fleur said. She swept past the boy and neared the end of the corridor before he called out to her.

“You haven’t seen a toad, have you?”

She shook her head. “Perhaps try ze lake?” Then she turned and followed the corridor around the corner.

She ended up in a long hallway with a few closed doors. She checked the first, which ended up being a broom closet, then the next. Before she even opened the door, she heard voices inside. Grabbing the handle carefully, she discovered it was locked. “Alohomora,” she whispered, tapping her wand on the lock. Then she pried open the door very slowly, hoping it didn’t make a sound. Thankfully, it stayed silent and she peered through the crack in the door.

Harry stood in the middle of a storage room. Boxes, spare mattresses, sheets, rolled rugs, and old tapestries lined the far wall from her. Atop some of the pile, she recognized decorations from the Yule Ball scattered and shoved into whatever box wasn’t brimming and fit to burst already. Around the rest of the room, spare chairs, desks, books, boxes of quills and ink, stacks of parchment, and all sorts of other teaching supplies had been set down with no forethought given to any arrangement.

Leaning on one of the desks, Bellatrix sized Harry up and grinned at someone to the side. “I don’t think he’s being very honest with us, Lily.”

“Because it’s not true,” Harry said. Whatever he was protesting, Fleur could tell he was lying as well. His tone broke a little at the end as he turned from one person to the other.

“Harry,” another voice said. Fleur shifted at the door and spotted the other person sitting in a chair. The other woman from the second task. She must’ve been Harry’s mother, Lily. No doubt about it. If the kindly green eyes that matched her son’s didn’t give her away, it was the motherly look she gave him. Sleek, long red hair spilled down her shoulders. Her arms folded across her chest and she raised her eyebrows, expecting him to tell her the truth.

When he didn’t, Bellatrix chimed in. “You were fine with it until you saw her. What’s changed?”

“She’s my mum.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, you are. But it’s different.” He ran a hand through his shaggy hair.

“That didn’t stop you from spying on us,” Lily said. He didn’t answer. “You’ve been doing it for a while now.”

“Almost every night when you’re home,” Bellatrix agreed. Harry’s cheeks reddened and she circled behind him. “Why do you think we started leaving the door open?”

Harry’s jaw dropped, flabbergasted at the revelation. “You what?”

Bellatrix leaned on his shoulder and tipped his mouth shut with her finger. “You were young and curious. Same as a cousin of mine, but his parents beat him when they found him creeping around the door. It took a lot to convince her to not confront you about it and let it be. I thought it might be best to let you get it out of your system.”

“Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.” Lily turned to her wife.

Bellatrix clucked her tongue. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. Everytime you realized we had an audience, you got a little more frisky.” Lily’s cheeks colored and she made a non-committed sound. “Like mother, like son.”

Fleur realized her mouth was dry and swallowed. So Harry had been spying on his parents and they were fine with it? No, they encouraged it. The right thing to do would be to step away from the door and march right back to the carriage. After all, she should be revolted by the idea.

Yet she lingered, curious as to the outcome. Besides, based on Bellatrix’s previous comment about Harry being fine with something, she wondered what it could be. It was obviously enough to make Harry blush in the Great Hall when she had left him alone with Bellatrix the other day. The trio couldn’t possibly be planning to do something indecent here at the school.

Could they?

“I liked it too,” Bellatrix said. “And since you won the Triwizard Cup, we’ll make good on what we planned. Or well, half of it.” She traced a long finger along Harry’s jawline and down his robes. “After all, you tied for first place. So you get half the prize.”

“Right here?” he asked, licking his lips. “But what about…?”

“You can put on a show for her for a change. Now.” She raised her wand and pointed it at one of the spare mattresses, which slid away from the wall and onto the floor behind him. Bellatrix pushed Harry over easily onto the mattress and sank on top of him, straddling his waist.

Then she swooped in and snatched his lips in a deep kiss.

Fleur’s breath hitched. They were doing it! They were actually going to do it!

Cupping his cheek in one hand, Bellatrix pulled back and watched Harry’s head loll to the side. “I don’t think he was ready for that, love.” Her other hand worked on his clothes, deftly removing his robes, shirt, tie, pants, and underwear, leaving him completely in the nude. Thanks to the tournament, he’d put on a little muscle that easily showed on his scrawny, wiry frame. In between his legs, his length stood rigid at attention, and both women admired it.

“I told you it was bigger than what you guessed,” Lily said. “Gets it from his father.”

“Lucky me then.” Bellatrix stood and removed her robes, letting them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and pulled off her boots. The clothes had hidden an attractive hourglass figure that curved smoothly around. She lifted her arms, running her hands through her hair in a sensuous display to show off her body, full breasts raising with her arms. Fleur couldn’t see her completely from this angle, but Harry’s reaction spoke volumes for the rest. His eyes were glued to Bellatrix, unable to believe this was happening anymore than Fleur.

“Now then,” Bellatrix lowered to the mattress again, draping her arms on his shoulders. “Scoot back a little.” Harry shuffled backwards in a poor crab-walk until they were both in the middle of the mattress. “Perfect.”

She pushed him onto his back, spun around, and settled onto Harry’s face like slipping into a warm bed. He gripped either side of her buttocks and a soft slurping filtered out. She grinned and nodded. “No need to go so fast. We have plenty of time.”

As for her, she wrapped a hand around his length and opened her mouth wide. “Ahh.” She hung her tongue out, breathing onto the head of his cock, letting saliva drip onto the skin, playing with him. His legs twitched impatiently and she chuckled, dipping closer, then pulling away at the last second before her tongue touched it.

“Bella,” Lily said.

“All right, all right. Now, I might be a little rusty at this.” She pulled a tangle of her hair back behind her ear and swallowed him.

Fleur clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a shout. She didn’t know why. After all, why should she be surprised at this point? Yet, it was like someone had added the final line in this unmentionable tableau before her. The women fully intended to do this to Harry. They meant to reward him and let him indulge their bodies.

And they were enjoying it. Bellatrix bobbed on Harry’s girth enthusiastically even as Harry pulled her hips higher onto him, drowning himself in her sex. It was immoral! It was terrible!

She told herself that, but it didn’t stop her hand touching her throat, soothing the heat rising to her chin. Nor that familiar sensation she’d known for years when she idly dreamed of a boy the way she daydreamed about Harry right now, imagining switching places with Bellatrix.

Her legs pressed together on their own, seeking to relieve her in a way that they couldn’t on their own. That familiar tingle started and soon it would flourish into contractions that needed something, sought something. The same something that kept appearing and disappearing in Bellatrix’s full lips.

She was so focused on the pair, she didn’t pay attention to anything else. Just listened and watched them as Bellatrix angled her pelvis down. “Don’t forget the other end, Harry.”

Fleur only broke away from the scene when her mouth dried out and the back of her throat tickled. She covered her face in the crook of her arm, coughing softly, and looked down. Her other hand had long disappeared under her robes and was scrambling for bare skin beneath her clothes.

She ripped the hand away from herself and held it aloft, as though attempting to call down lightning to strike the offending limb. She glanced down the hallway and confirmed it was still empty. Had it been all this time? She hoped so. The last thing she needed was for some student or teacher to wander down the hall and see her. Lord only knew what Madame Maxime would think if she came across Fleur in the hallway, pleasuring herself.

She turned back to the door, but a shadow blocked her view. Looking up, she met a single eye staring at her. Suddenly, the door flew open. Lily raised a wand, studying Fleur beside a very flushed Bellatrix, who gave Fleur the impression of an animal that had been interrupted during mating.

Before anyone spoke, Bellatrix snatched Fleur’s arm, dragged her inside, and Lily closed the door behind her, locking it and muttering several spells on the door.

Fleur rose to her feet, wand raised. Harry lay on the mattress, his gaze unfocused, a smear of clear fluid across his chin. She scanned the rest of the room. There were a couple of windows, but they were high up. No chance of jumping out of them. Her only option was the door.

“Let me go,” she said.

Bellatrix didn’t pay attention to her and watched Lily work her magic. “I thought I heard someone out there earlier.”

“Fleur?” Harry asked, propping up on his elbows. He seemed to be coming to his senses. Although he made no move to dress himself. Fleur tried her best to not stare at his lower half. It was very difficult though.

“I said, let me go!”

“We heard you, dear,” Lily said, turning back around. “First, I want to know why you were spying on us.”

“I was not spying.” They didn’t believe her for a second and who could blame them? She’d been crouched out in the hallway for how long? Six or seven minutes and trying not to make any noise to her presence. She jabbed a finger at Harry. “I was looking for him.”

“Well, you found me.” Harry stretched his jaw as he spoke.

“Why?” Lily asked. She held her wand carefully. Something about her stance suggested she had seen a few duels in her time. She didn’t appear to radiate any malice. She stood open, as though willing to discuss things first, yet wouldn’t hesitate to attack if her loved ones were threatened.

Behind Lily, Bellatrix flexed and curled her fingers. Fleur suspected that if Bellatrix were dressed and was holding her at bay with a wand, she might be more intimidating. Even now, the pale woman looked like she had half a mind to dash for her wand and hex Fleur instead of risking her escape.

Lily seemed to sense the same and took a step forward, placing herself between her wife and any foolish decision. Fleur understood how Lily had turned Bellatrix away from a potentially evil path. Despite standing shorter than Bellatrix, Lily had a presence that put a firm lid on any rash actions.

“Why were you looking for Harry?” Lily nodded imperceptibly to Fleur and lowered her wand a little.

Fleur looked between the three of them. She hadn’t come here for a fight. Besides, whether one of the Triwizard champions or not, she didn’t like her odds. Slowly, she lowered her wand, following Lily’s lead until both of their arms dropped to their side.

“I wanted to zank him,” she said and turned to Harry. He sat up on the mattress and crossed his legs, trying to regain some dignity. “For saving my life in ze maze. Without you, I might not be here. So you ‘ave my gratitude.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, smiling.

She returned it. “If you ever need anything, I’m ‘appy to ‘elp.” She caught a quick peek of what he tried to hide and inwardly admired it. It was more impressive close up and didn’t at all help the tingling in her pelvis. She needed to get away from here quickly.

Since the tension in the room had de-escalated with both Lily and Fleur lowering their wands, Bellatrix settled down as well. In fact, a thoughtful expression settled over her face as she watched the exchange.

“Now, will you let me leave?” Fleur asked.

Lily sighed and stowed her wand back into her robes. Fleur followed suit, but kept her hand close to the inner fold of her robe, ready to draw it again. “Here’s the problem, dear. I don’t want to keep you here. At the same time though, you’ve seen quite a lot.” She gestured to her wife and son. “And if word of this were to get out, well, that would be very bad for us, you understand.”

“I understand,” Fleur said. “I won’t tell a soul. You ‘ave my word.” She wished that Harry and Bellatrix would cover up. It was very distracting trying to carry on a serious conversation around two naked people.

“I’d like to believe you. Really, I would. But I must think of my family.” Lily paused and the hairs rose on the back of Fleur’s neck. Something was coming. Something she wouldn’t like.

“I noticed you were quite gifted in Charms during the tournament. So was I in school.” Lily’s lips thinned. “Are you familiar with the Memory Charm?”

“Yes,” Fleur said slowly and her hand inched close to her wand. “Why?”

“I was wondering if you might agree to let me erase this specific time. Perhaps the past twenty minutes? Before you say anything, I must assure you again I know quite a lot about Charms. In fact, I helped Harry train for the tournament here and there.”

“I’d like to believe you,” Fleur said. “But I don’t think so.”

“If you would just—” Lily started, but Bellatrix touched her shoulder. She leaned in and whispered in Lily’s ear. Fleur couldn’t catch what they were saying. However, Lily’s gaze flicked from Fleur, to Harry, and back. She raised an eyebrow to Bellatrix, who nodded wisely at her.

“May I ask you something else then?” Lily said slowly.

“Yes.” Fleur didn’t like how Bellatrix watched her.

“Did you enjoy what you saw?”

Fleur faltered, unable to believe what she asked. “What?”

“Did you enjoy what you saw?” Bellatrix repeated Lily’s question slowly. She rested her chin on her wife’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around her, taking her hand. “It’s a simple question.

“You were watching for a while,” Lily said, squeezing Bellatrix’s hand. “You must’ve enjoyed it, right?”

“That’s…” Fleur licked her lips and tried not to think of the scene. Or how wet she still was. Bellatrix didn’t help matters. Fleur feared that she could see through her robes exactly what effect it had on her. Her thoughts jumbled together and she tried to focus only on leaving.

“Do you have a crush on my boy?” Lily asked. Fleur tried not to meet Harry’s eyes.

“Because he has one on you,” Bellatrix added. “I’ve noticed it a couple of times. It’s not just us. Can’t help those wandering eyes, can you?” Harry mumbled under his breath.

The double-team didn’t help and Fleur turned away from them. Unfortunately, the only other person in the room was Harry. He now sat more open, his cock still erect and pulsing. Pulsing like the aching between her thighs that wouldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Looks like you do,” Bellatrix whispered in her ear. Fleur’s robes shifted on her shoulders and gradually fell away, followed by her clothes and underwear. Only when the slight chill of the room nipped her skin did she realize she was naked and on her knees. Bellatrix held her shoulders from behind, breasts pressing into her back, while Harry sat before her, his jaw hanging open.

“She’s very beautiful, isn’t she?” Bellatrix asked. She cupped one of Fleur’s smaller breasts and hummed. “I don’t think she can do what I was planning, but I have another idea.”

Bellatrix laid Fleur down on her side and positioned Harry behind her. She felt like a children’s toy, being placed in whatever pose suited the child’s whim. A part of her said that she should quickly gather up her robes and leave. They weren’t far from her, just right beside the mattress. Nobody was really paying attention to any efforts of escape anymore.

Then a hard, cylindrical shape pressed between her thighs. It kept moving until the reddened head pushed through, gliding along her entrance. Harry’s cock rested there, coated in part of her arousal.

Right then and there, she no longer wanted to leave.

“Keep going,” Bellatrix said somewhere behind them.

Harry obeyed, retreating and pushed through again. When he glided along her lips, a small shiver ran through her. Bellatrix talked Harry through it and his hand found one of Fleur’s breasts, fondling it. The other trailed down to her center, fingers clumsily finding and losing her clit.

It was enough though. Especially when he started kissing her back, moving up slowly to her neck. It was as if Bellatrix read Fleur easily and knew exactly what she would enjoy. Sometimes without Fleur herself even knowing. A certain touch, a nibble behind her ear. And this was only a teaser of what was to come.

Fleur wanted to jump ahead already, but Bellatrix wouldn’t have it. When Fleur tried to turn to Harry, Bellatrix appeared like a shadow in front of her, smiling wide. “No need to rush, dear,” she said, adding her own touch to the mix. She swept her hand along Fleur’s thigh, switched to Harry’s, then returned to Fleur’s cheek. “We have plenty of time.”

Bellatrix planted a soothing kiss on Fleur’s lips. She tasted like a smoldering fire, hot and burning. It soothed her and she missed it when Bellatrix moved to Harry, kissing him as well. When Fleur craned her neck around, she found Harry’s mouth. His fresh, earthy flavor eased the fire. Soon, all three of them were in a mix, tongues and lips sliding over one another in an exploration of each other.

During the orgy of tongues, Fleur finally turned toward Harry, pressing against his firm chest. Up close, his nose inches from hers, he gave her a crooked grin, embarrassed and pleased by the whole ordeal. It was charming and she pressed her lips to his, holding them for a good while.

“I think she’s ready,” Bellatrix said. She gripped Fleur’s buttocks and adjusted her slightly until she lined up perfectly with Harry. “Go slow.”

“Okay.” Harry scooted down a little and inched himself toward Fleur’s entrance.

Right then, it hit Fleur that this was it. This was the moment. She tensed up as he started to push his way in, passing the slick entrance. She dug her fingers into his upper arms.

“Easy now. It’ll be fine,” Bellatrix said, rubbing her sides.

Fleur’s breath hitched sharply as Harry continued forward, his girth stretching her with an intense pressure she’d never known. Laying on her side, she draped a leg over his hip, grounding herself to him. Already, she trembled from the overwhelming sensations. Bellatrix’s hands were a constant soothing presence rubbing her sides, stroking her thigh, and occasionally brushing over her sensitive clit. “Easy now,” Bellatrix murmured again, her voice low and husky. “It’ll be fine, pretty girl. He’s going to make you feel so good.”

Harry’s eyes were locked on hers, filled with a mixture of awe and lust. All for her. “Fleur, tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his voice strained by the effort of holding back.

She could only manage a shaky nod, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he tunneled further. No doubt he wanted to jump to the end too. But Bellatrix kept a firm watch on them, guiding her son’s first time so he didn’t make any mistakes.

Inch by inch, he filled her completely, the thick length pressing against her inner walls in a way that made her feel deliciously full. When their hips finally met, a soft, needy gasp escaped her. It was bigger than it looked, warm and throbbing inside her. Her foot dug into him, drawing him in to take every little bit she could despite him touching the end. She wanted more.

They lay there for a minute or two, both of them enjoying this first time between them. Harry kissed her, held her, tended to her, anything for her. It helped and the burning ache she’d experienced at first soon melted into a comfortable pleasure.

Bellatrix chuckled, leaning in to kiss Fleur’s neck. “Look at you taking him so well. Such a perfect little Veela for our little boy.” Fleur shot her a confused look. “Word does get around.” Her fingers found Fleur’s clit again, circling it with expert precision. The added stimulation made Fleur’s pelvis jerk, driving Harry back in when he’d started to withdraw. The champions groaned as their groins met again. “That’s it. I think you two are ready.”

Harry began to move, using slow, shallow thrusts to let her body adjust to his size. Each re-entry sent sparks of pleasure racing through Fleur’s legs. The slick, intimate sounds of their bodies connecting over and over filled the dusty storage room, punctuated by their ragged breathing. Fleur swayed back against him instinctively, her leg tightening around his waist to pull him ever closer. That sense of relief she had imagined while watching at the door was now hers. All hers.

But it didn’t relieve her. No, if anything, it made the need worse. The ball of lust and desire built steadily, coiling deep within her, bouncing around with every thrust.

“You feel incredible,” Harry groaned against her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin. He captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced with more grace and skill than any dancer at the Yule Ball as his pace gradually quickened. Fleur dissolved into it, losing herself in the throes of desire and having Harry fill her.

Behind her, Bellatrix’s hands and lips were added to the wonder. Kissing Fleur’s shoulder, pinching a nipple, whispering filthy encouragements. “That’s it, Harry. Keep going. She loves it. Can you feel how wet she is for you? Can you feel how hard he is for you?”

Fleur’s mind spun from the sheer taboo of the whole scene. She had come looking for Harry to thank him for saving her life in the maze and leave it at that. Not to end up naked and impaled on his sex while his stepmother watched and participated. Again, she thought that it should all be repulsive to her. She should’ve run tearing down the hall the moment she saw it, not thrown herself wholeheartedly in it.

But she had. Not only had she joined them, but the idea of it, of the sexy bodies of mother and son pressed in on either side of her, of the wrongness only heightened her arousal. Her body responded eagerly, inner walls clenching around him as the pressure mounted.

The rhythm intensified in response. Harry’s hips rocked forward with more force, the slap of skin on skin echoing. Fleur’s moans became louder and less controlled. “ ‘arry! ‘arry! Oh, yes! Right there!” Each thrust hit the right spot inside her, sending waves of ecstasy cascading throughout her body. Bellatrix’s fingers on the nub never stopped, pushing her closer, closer, closer.

“I’m going to—!” Fleur’s warning morphed into a sharp cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed hard around Harry, milking him for all his worth as pleasure swept under, atop, and around her. Stars brighter than any spell burst behind her eyes and her entire body shook with the intensity.

Harry followed right behind her, burying himself to the base with a deep, guttural moan that sounded like he’d exhausted himself carrying a heavy load. She felt every throb as he came inside her, flooding her depths with his young eagerness, so thick and plentiful. The sensation of it seemed to prolong her own climax, leaving her trembling and breathless in both his and Bellatrix’s arms.

They stayed joined, her forehead pressed to his, sharing soft kisses. Bellatrix stroked their hair like an affectionate parent. “Beautiful,” she said, pressing her lips to Fleur’s temple.

A strange, warm satisfaction settled over Fleur like one she’d never known. She didn’t want this to end. Harry’s release was still leaking slowly around their connection when Bellatrix gently separated them. His length slipped free, still quite hard and glistening in their combined fluids. Fleur’s groin ached pleasantly, already missing the fullness.

Bellatrix crawled with a predatory grace, like a lioness in the tall grass stalking its next meal. She positioned herself on all fours beside them. Arching her back, she presented her firm, pale buttocks invitingly. “My turn, Harry. I want you to slide it between my cheeks first. Build the anticipation.”

Harry knelt behind her, gripping her hips. He settled his shaft along the cleft of her cheeks, wedging it between them. He pulled back and glided forward, teasing her. The way the head disappeared and reappeared, lording over the small of Bellatrix’s back, was hypnotic in a way. It reminded Fleur of how he’d been in her.

Moaning, Bellatrix pushed back. “Harder, Harry. Add some more. Don’t be afraid to pull my hair. Or spank me.”

Fleur watched, mesmerized, as Harry tangled a hand in Bellatrix’s thick hair uncertainly, as though wrapping his fingers in the reins of a wild stallion. His other hand came down with a shaky smack on her ass.

Bellatrix glanced over her shoulder and jutted her lip in a playful pout. “Is that really all you got? Wasn’t I playing with you earlier? Didn’t it make you frustrated?” She stuck her tongue between her teeth. “Take your frustrations out on me then! Do it!”

Harry wound up his hand and slapped her harder. A sharp, stinging slap that made Bellatrix cry out in delight. “Yes! Just like that! Do it again!” Another spank, then several more in quick succession. Red handprints bloomed vividly on her pale skin. Harry’s cock slid faster between her cheeks, the head starting to catch against her tight rear entrance with each pass.

Sensing it, Bellatrix hung her head and rounded her shoulders. “Don’t hold back.” On the next buck forward, Harry halted, his tip struggling to push in. Ever so gradually, she opened up to him and he entered her fully. A long, catlike moan of satisfaction rumbled from Bellatrix’s throat. She muttered words beneath her breath. They were faint, but when Fleur leaned closer, she thought Bellatrix said, “...than expected...should’ve...slow...”

Harry didn’t hear any of it. If his wide hanging jaw and bulging eyes were any indication, he was too lost in his own cloud of lust. He soon began to move carefully within his stepmom, slowly building to deeper, more powerful strokes. Soon he was fucking her with renewed vigor, as though he hadn’t cum only minutes ago. Bellatrix’s breasts swayed beneath her with every impact and her wild eyes were half-lidded in rapturous delight.

Fleur wondered if she had looked like that. She was sure she had. She and Harry had been that compatible and she wanted to feel it again. Her hand trailed down her body and to her entrance, still leaking the last of their shared orgasm. Yes, she definitely wanted more.

While Harry indulged in occasional spankings and burying himself as far as he could, Bellatrix looked over toward Lily. Left to watch from the side, Lily sat on the edge of her chair, cheeks flushed by obvious arousal. Bellatrix smiled and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Come join us. Feel how good it is.”

“No,” Lily said, her voice lacking any conviction. “This was your idea.”

“But I want you to join us.”

“It’s like you said. He tied for first place. So only one of us,” she trailed off lamely, her gaze fixed on her son.

Bellatrix frowned, then an idea crossed her face. “You know, I was going to let him finish in me. But he could finish in you.” She raised an eyebrow and a silent exchange passed between them.

“You’re not serious,” Lily said, blinking rapidly and turning to her instead.

“I am. We talked about it.”

“I thought you were joking!”

Bellatrix shrugged. “Half joking.”

“What’s that?” Harry asked. It was the first time he had spoken actual words in a while.

When Lily didn’t answer, Bellatrix told him, “We were thinking about having another baby. You’ll be graduating before long. And I suggested since you’d been watching us, maybe we should have you do it.” Harry faltered and his hand smacked Bellatrix’s thigh instead of her cheek. “So, what do you think? Want to give your mom that gift?”

Fleur’s fingers paused on her slit, surprised at the bold suggestion. Everyone turned to Lily. She appeared on the cusp of indecision. The idea clearly excited her, but she gripped the arms of the chair, as though holding herself back.

Bellatrix offered an outstretched arm. Lily stared at it for a long moment, then rose from her chair. She approached them, dropping to her knees as Harry continued pounding her wife. Lily cupped Bellatrix’s cheek and kissed her deeply. “You really think that’s a good idea?” she murmured against her lips.

Bellatrix grinned wickedly between moans. “Why not? He’s eager enough, aren’t you, love? Think of it. We’ll be parents to a beautiful baby.”

The words sent an unexpected thrill through Fleur as she listened. Harry had cum inside her too. Would she become pregnant? It sounded appealing the way Bellatrix talked about it.

As though sensing her thoughts, Bellatrix turned her gaze to Fleur. “Let’s get a second opinion then. Come over here, girl. What do you think?”

Scooting closer, Fleur cleared her throat. “Um, I zhink it would be okay.” She seized up suddenly as Bellatrix brushed a long finger up her slit, sending a flash through all her nerves.

“Don’t be shy. Speak up,” she said, licking her finger and the dollop of seed she’d scooped up.

“I-I zhink it would be okay,” she repeated louder. “If you want to do eet.”

“There you go. Ten points to Beauxbatons or whatever.” Lily didn’t move or back away. Sighing, Bellatrix jerked her chin at Fleur. “Why don’t you come closer? I could use some help.” Her eyes flicked down beneath her and Fleur understood.

Tentatively, Fleur laid down beneath Bellatrix. Their lips met in a heated, messy kiss. “Don’t be afraid to really get in there.” She nodded and moved lower, her head between the woman’s legs. Taking a breath, Fleur lifted her head and delved into Bellatrix’s soaked folds.

It was yet another new experience. She had no idea if she was doing it properly. Bellatrix didn’t correct her, so she shot her tongue forth further. The taste was sweet and musky, perhaps thanks to Harry, whose scrotum brushed against Fleur’s chin now and then. Fleur touched an inner thigh, balancing herself, while her free hand found her own sex. She rubbed her needy clit as she pleasured Bellatrix.

The room filled with a symphony of grunts and groans, slapping sounds, and further praise from Bellatrix. She was in heaven most of all. Harry and Fleur worked her from both ends and Lily, who finally decided to join them, kissed her neck. “God, so good. All of you. It’s so damn good!”

Bellatrix’s body tensed suddenly, pulling away from Fleur, then slamming back down. The orgasm hit like a storm and she reared upwards, crying out wildly. Harry winced and Fleur could only guess that Bellatrix was clenching his cock violently. Her thighs trembled and a rush of juices flooded Fleur’s mouth. Harry kept going, his jaw set, prepared to finish too.

However, Bellatrix reached back immediately and squeezed the base of Harry’s shaft firmly. “No, not yet,” she said, swallowing mouthfuls of air. “You need to save that for your mom.”

Even as she said it, Lily stood and quietly disrobed. Fleur hadn’t noticed before thanks to Harry and Bellatrix’s nudity, but Lily was quite the attractive woman as well. The only sign that she was even a mother were her wider hips compared to her wife. Otherwise, her body was still as luscious as any other woman. Her large breasts hung down like teardrops and her smooth skin seemed soft to the touch. When she threw her hair over her shoulder, Fleur understood how she managed to attract both men and women. Lily was almost like a Veela in a way.

Well, maybe a few steps down, but still close, she thought privately.

Harry groaned in frustration as Bellatrix held him back, but he obeyed. Exhaling slowly, he pulled out of her with a wet pop. His hardness was angry red and leaking, desperate for one last release.

Lily laid on the mattress, legs spread wide and inviting, her heavy breasts heaving with anticipation. Harry moved over her. Rather than enter her right away, his eyes flashed with mischief and he slid between the soft, warm valley of her chest. He disappeared completely between her generous mounds before reappearing below her chin. Lily pressed her breasts together around him, creating a slick friction.

Not to be left out, Bellatrix leaned in eagerly. She latched onto one of Lily’s stiff pink nipples, sucking hard and flicking her tongue over the sensitive area.

Fleur joined in without hesitation, pulled along for the final ride. She took Lily’s other breast into her mouth, sucking gently at first. Then harder, swirling her tongue around the nipple. Lily moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her chest even firmer around Harry.

The group continued for a few minutes, Harry pumping steadily, his sex glistening as it touched Lily’s collarbone. Bellatrix and Fleur lavished attention not only to Lily’s breasts, but any part of her, catching her up to speed for all the pleasure she missed. Lily writhed beneath them, twisting up one shoulder, then the other, unable to handle so much.

Finally, when Lily couldn’t wait any longer, Harry pulled back and lined up with her soaked entrance. He easily entered into her in one smooth motion, both of them gasping at the connection. They began in a tender missionary position, mother and son enjoying a special bond that they alone shared. Fleur could only imagine what must be running through each of their minds. It made her heart beat faster.

However, Harry quickly grew dominant like he had been with Bellatrix after she guided him. He pinned Lily’s wrists above her head with one hand, his other gripping her waist as he thrust harder. Lily enjoyed it, her voice jumping up an octave. “Yes, Harry. Just like that. Fill me up!”

“Mum!” he managed, bowing his head, all concentration and effort focused on their lower halves.

He was really going to do it. He was going to impregnate her and give her a baby. The look in his eyes, the desperate need in Lily’s face, the way Bellatrix laid beside them, furiously masturbating. All of it struck a chord within Fleur that made her arousal throb greatly.

She imagined it vividly. Lily—no, Lily and Bellatrix, bellies round with Harry’s children, their family expanding. It was an exciting thought.

Bellatrix must’ve thought so too. She crawled atop Lily, planting her crotch on her wife’s face. She brushed Harry’s jawline with the back of her hand and cheered him on. “That’s it. Keep going. Give her another baby. Maybe you could give me one too. One for each of us.”

Fleur once more wished herself as the one on the mattress with Harry atop her. Her imagination added a pregnant version of herself to the other thought, right beside Lily and Bellatrix, part of their obscene family. And she wanted to be part of it.

“What are you all the way over there for?” Bellatrix asked, jerking forward and back as her wife no doubt feasted on her pussy. Both she and Harry were staring at Fleur, who sat just off the mattress, fingers curled into herself. “Come over here.”

Slowly, almost shyly, Fleur scooted closer to the scene. Bellatrix helped her stand up and situated her between Harry and herself. It was only then that Fleur realized her slit was inches from Harry’s nose.

“I see you watching our son here. Do you want more? Or,” a grin curved along Bellatrix’s lips, “do you want him to give you a baby too?”

Fleur inhaled sharply as Harry’s nose brushed against her pelvis. His tongue curled up and flicked her slit. “Yes,” she said softly.

“Louder,” Bellatrix said.

“Yes!” She jumped forward as a wet sensation touched her rear, licking that ring of muscle that she didn’t dare think about. In turn, her pussy smothered Harry’s mouth, causing him to sputter.

“Too much for you, love?” Bellatrix asked teasingly.

“No,” he said. “Just enjoying the taste.”

Fleur’s hand rose to her throat and she looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know about zis.”

“Relax. Enjoy yourself.” Bellatrix hissed and clenched her teeth. “I think we’re almost done.”

So Fleur let herself be eaten out by them. Harry from the front, Bellatrix from the back. It was a strange experience, although she enjoyed it. Both of them delved and explored her with their tongues, as though they could somehow meet in the middle. Whenever one of them made a noise, it reverberated down her legs or up to her ribs.

Perhaps it was that she was already overstimulated, but it didn’t take long for her to approach an orgasm. Neither did it take the others long. Bellatrix was first, throwing her head back and puffing her chest out to the sky. She lifted her pelvis and dropped it back down. “Right there! Right there!” she screamed.

Lily had to be next. The way her legs rattled and wrapped around Harry indicated she had to be close. Harry’s own pace became frantic and primal, the mattress sliding beneath his powerful strokes.

Unfortunately, Fleur couldn’t pay attention. A second orgasm slammed into her and she lost all the strength in her legs. She toppled away from Harry and fell backwards, collapsing onto Bellatrix. “Whoa, easy now,” Bellatrix said and laid Fleur down on the edge of the mattress.

“Yes! Harry, yes! Do it!” Lily screamed nearby. With a final, deep roar, Harry buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Lily’s womb. All her limbs wrapped tightly around him, no doubt squeezing him for every last drop.

The four of them collapsed together in a sweaty, sated pile on the mattress. Limbs entangled with one another and the only sound besides their breathing were birds chirping faintly outside.

Fleur didn’t know how long they stayed there. Lily was the first one up though, stumbling to the chair and quickly dressing. “Come now. No time to rest.”

“What’s the rush?” Harry asked lazily, adjusting his askew glasses.

“I have a meeting at work in an hour and I need to bathe. I can’t very well show up smelling of sex, can I?”

Bellatrix sat up too, leaning on one arm, her head slumped on her shoulder so that her hair tumbled over half her face. “And you two will be missed soon. I’m sure Ron and Hermione are looking for you right now, Harry. And your school is probably wondering where you went, Fleur.”

“So you do remember my name. I was beginning to wonder.”

Bellatrix grinned and gathered up her clothes. Fleur shared a look with Harry and they quietly dressed as well.

“There,” Lily said once everyone finished. “I’ll check that the coast is clear.” She eased open the door and peered outside.

Fleur stood near Harry, hands held behind her back. She realized that this was her last chance to say something to him. Otherwise, this whole thing might not happen again. Not with her leaving the country soon. She needed to say something.

“ ‘arry?” she asked softly. He turned to her. “Zis was very, um…” She didn’t have the right words for it, but he understood her.

“Yeah, it was,” he said, smiling.

“I wouldn’t mind doing zis again. If you want.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he immediately said, “Yes. Absolutely.”

She chuckled and nodded her head. “Very well. I’ll write to you. Perhaps we can see each other over the summer.”

“Of course you can,” Lily said from the doorway. “We’d be happy to have you over.”

“So would Harry,” Bellatrix said, pointing at his cherry red cheeks.

“It looks clear. Fleur, why don’t you exit first? Then Harry, then we’ll go.” Lily opened the door wider for her.

Fleur took Harry’s hands in her and grinned. “I’ll see you later, ‘arry.” She pecked his lips and glided to the door, leaving him dumbstruck and staring after her.

Once outside, she heard Bellatrix say, “You’ve got it bad for her, don’t you?” A thrill rose in Fleur’s chest and she hurried down the hallway back to the Beaubaxton’s carriage, already envisioning their next meeting. She hoped it was soon.

Very soon.