Luna stayed at the Burrow a few more hours before heading home. Since she insisted on walking, Harry went with her. It was probably safe, out in a random spot in the countryside, but with Voldemort back he didn't want to leave any of his friends alone.
Luna thanked him at the end of the trip with another peck, this one on his lips. He promised to see her at school and headed back.
The walk mostly took him through sparse woods, along a path no one much seemed to travel. Harry quite enjoyed it. It was peaceful, and even though night was just beginning to arrive, he could still see easily.
It wasn't until he was approaching the Burrow again that his peace was broken.
"You are eem-possible!" a voice screamed within the Burrow's leaning frame. He recognized it, but at the same time, it was different than Harry had gotten used to hearing it.
The Burrow door was hurled open, and Fleur Delacour ran out, tears streaming down her face.
She ran away with surprising speed, straight past a stunned Harry. He looked back toward the Burrow, and saw Molly Weasley staring coldly after her with her hands on her hips, Bill standing at her side.
Jolting out of his surprise, Harry spun and chased the girl that had run into the woods.
"Fleur?" he called. "Fleur, what's wrong?"
Her voice when she screamed had as thick an accent as when he first met her. It was like the last year of English practice fled her body in an instant, chased off by anger.
Fleur was surprisingly fast, and she seemed to just be running randomly without a destination, letting her go in any direction. But Harry was larger, stronger, and had been running for fun for months now. He caught up quickly, grabbing her hand.
Fleur spun around, her eyes flaring. "Do not touch me!"
Then she noticed who it was, and her expression changed, going from angry to withdrawn
"Oh. Harry, it is you." She sniffed. "I am sorry you had to see me like this."
Her eyes were pink, and tears were still visible on her cheeks. "What happened?" asked Harry.
Fleur looked angry again, but only for a moment.
"I had another fight with that Molly," she said derisively. "I only offered a few suggestions on how she could better straighten up the house, and she blew up on me. As if I do not know about tidying up houses ten times as nice as that one!"
"So you ran out here… crying?" Harry asked.
"Of course not!" exclaimed Fleur. "We were just arguing. But then… She says that if I do not like her home, I can leave it. And I told her that I was Bill's guest, not her's. And Bill… He told me to get out and not to come back!"
Harry gaped for a moment. "But you're his fiance!"
"I thought as much as well," she said. "But Bill said that if I cannot get along with his mother, then this whole thing was doomed to fail anyway, and that there was no point in my staying."
To be honest, Harry thought Fleur had been rather rude in the time he was around her. But Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had been at least as rude right back. He couldn't say who started it, just that neither side was innocent. And he did feel rather bad for Fleur, because she had been quite ganged up on from the sound of it.
"I don't think you've been TOO rude," Harry started to say, to comfort her.
"Oh but I have!" Fleur wailed suddenly. "I have picked at every little thing since I arrived! I do not even mean to, but I cannot help it!"
Since it didn't seem she was in any danger of running away again, Harry let go of Fleur's arm. He didn't expect her to grab both his shoulders, staring at him with an impassioned look.
"I have just been far too irritable!" she said. "But there wasn't anything I could do! I can only repress it so much!"
"Repress what?" Harry asked.
"My veela blood!" Fleur cried.
Harry stopped then and dredged up everything he knew of veela. They were avian magical creatures that could adopt an approximation of gorgeous human women, and even mate with men of their choice. Fleur was the child of the child of such a union; a quarter-veela. But beyond being an absolute knockout, Harry couldn't say he'd ever seen anything unordinary or inhuman about Fleur.
Seeing he was confused, Fleur explained.
"Veela are sexual creatures," she said. "They do not just use sex to breed, but for fun and for sustenance. Even though it is weaker in my mother, and even weaker in I, our sex drives are much more active than an ordinary person's. To go without sex to us, is like going hungry, possibly for months on end!"
"But…" And Harry felt rather awkward saying this out loud. "Shouldn't you have been sleeping with Bill?"
Fleur sobbed, her tears resuming, but scoffed at the same time, creating an entirely new derisive sound that Harry had never heard before.
"He has been sleeping with me," she said, "but if I cannot feel a thing, I do not count that as my sleeping with him!"
She pulled a hand off of Harry's shoulder, holding up two fingers spaced out by only a single inch or so, representing the size of Bill's most important appendage. Harry winced.
"Oh, we tried everything," Fleur continued. "I took him in my mouth. I went on top to ride him. I let him bite my breasts, and strike my derrière, but it means nothing when I cannot feel his prick! I even let him bend me over like a common whore, because taking a man from behind can increase the feeling, but nothing could help him!"
Harry swallowed. They were having a serious conversation, but listening to Fleur's rather vivid description inevitably filled his head with images of her in those positions.
The second task of the Triwizard tournament would always live in his memory, and not because of anything to do with the Merpeople. What he could never forget was the sight of Fleur Delacour in a bathing suit that her absurd body strained against… and the feeling of her assets mashing into him on the shore as she hugged him for saving her sister.
She was the kind of witch perfect for any teenage boy's fantasies. And, hearing the woman herself describe the dirty positions she'd taken up, caused a biological reaction that Harry was helpless to stop.
He'd worn muggle clothes to drop Luna off, just to keep from standing out on the off chance any wizards were around to spot them. Now, his pants visibly changed shape as his hardening cock took up every bit of space on offer.
"It has made me so angry all the time," Fleur said. "I cannot do it. I cannot live happily without the feeling of a-" she looked down for the first time, catching the change to Harry's pants. "-big… juicy… FAT cock."
In an instant she was on her knees.
"Fleur!" Harry said. "I don't… look, I like Bill. I don't want to bang his fiance!"
"But I am not his fiance anymore," Fleur said. She hadn't even gone for the button on his pants, instead just shoving her face against his crotch, rubbing her cheek on his mammoth cock through the trousers it was bulging out. "Please, Harry, I need this. I need YOU."
Harry's willpower, which could even throw off the Imperius curse, couldn't offer any more resistance than that.
Fleur saw his agreement in his eyes. Her face glowed.
She shut her eyes and ran her tongue right along the fabric of his pants, tracing the shape of his shaft in anticipation. She came at it from all angles, leaving his trousers thoroughly moist. Harry could feel her touch, just muffled by the clothing in the way. If he said it didn't feel good he would be lying.
While she lapped desperately at him, Fleur pulled her hair back and tied it off in a bun, keeping it out of the way and revealing a perfect view of her pale jaw and delicate neck. She took his button in her teeth, unlatching it. A moment later she bit his pants, pulling them down, and did the same with his boxers.
As she pulled them to midway down his legs, his cock bobbed loose, striking her in the forehead. She stared up at it, looking at the way it covered most of her face.
"I would die for you," she purred, and Harry wasn't sure if she was talking to him or his penis. "And, if you are the thing that kills me, I will pass on with a smile."
She tilted her head, looking up into Harry's face. This time, there was no doubt about who she was addressing.
"Use me, Harry Potter," she begged.
Harry snapped.
He gave into every urge he'd ever possessed around the part-veela. Grabbing his cock, he swung it like a club, landing the blow right on the side of Fleur's head.
His weapon was so heavy that Fleur turned sideways, falling on her stomach. Harry descended on her, and as he did her robes tore off of her, split into scraps. He was too horny to even acknowledge such a bit of outstanding wandless magic from himself.
Fleur's ass was enormous; her hips were as narrow as could be, completing a perfect hourglass; her boobs were so huge that despite being incredibly soft and being squashed against the ground, her torso was still elevated multiple inches. Her pale blond hair was up in the hasty bun she'd tied it into.
"You said you arched like a common slut for Bill," Harry said. "Get this ass up for me, then. NOW."
His hand struck one pale globelike ass cheek, making it shiver and jiggle wildly for more than five seconds. Whimpering, Fleur dragged her ass up, getting her knees directly beneath her and arching her back.
Harry rubbed two fingers against her shaven slit. It was beyond soaked. It was wetter than Luna's body had been in the shower, and he'd hardly touched her.
"Please," Fleur begged. "Please, please, please Harry. I need your cock."
He remembered their first proper meeting, when he became a Triwizard Champion and she called him a little boy. Looking back, she had been right. Back then he looked nothing like the man he was now. Still, the thought of this imperious girl contorting herself and begging him for the barest level of attention made his cock stiffen more than he thought possible.
He grabbed her hips. His fingers gripped her stomach, which had absolutely no excess fat, holding her so tight that she would never ever be able to escape. Using her biological handlebars, he smashed his cock straight to her core.
Fleur shrieked. Harry's cock opened up her pussy, stretching her slick walls wide open. Her ass rippled everytime their bodies collided. He leaned his weight forward, planting a hand on the back of her head and pushing it into the ground as he fucked her.
"This is what veela are made for, isn't it?" he said. "To be men's toys. You went a couple months without dick, and you couldn't handle it."
Fleur was screaming too loud to answer.
Harry winced from pleasure as the minutes stretched. Fleur's body was perfect even on the inside. Her pussy had some kind of magnetism to it, like it was specially designed to ring cum out of men. When he realized he was going to cum, he acted quickly.
He pulled himself all the way out of Fleur, causing her to moan wantonly for more. Before she could properly adjust to having her pussy empty, he plowed straight into her ass.
It was tighter than her pussy, which had already been incredible. Harry quickly released the load that had been building, but instead of stopping, he kept fucking even faster.
He planted his legs on either side of Fleur's hips, and rising up to a squatting position, began using all the power his muscular lower body possessed to plunge through her tight hole. He doubted Fleur would ever feel the same back here when he was through with her.
"Yes!" Fleur screamed at the top of her lungs. "Tear me up! Cum in me! Remind me what a wizard can really be!"
Harry grabbed both her ass cheeks, molding them together with all his strength, adding another source of tightness around his cock. He could feel the semen from his first load acting as lubricant to let him ruin her asshole without tearing the skin. In that position, he emptied his balls inside her ass for a second time, before reluctantly pulling himself. out.
Fleur was left kneeling there, dripping cum out of her slutty second hole while her head was still on the ground. Harry stood above her, bits of semen still dripping from his half erect cockhead. Looking down at his member and how dirty it was with juices, he said, "Clean me up."
Fleur didn't move, lying on the dirt completely dazed.
"Clean me up or you won't be fucked by this cock ever again.
Fleur instantly lurched up. Dazed and more than a tad out of it, she lurched back around, plunging her lips down around his cock."
With deliberate bobbing motions, she stripped him of every bit of juice they dirtied his length with. When she was done, her reward was a third load, this one emptied right in her mouth.
She obediently swallowed every drop.