Exactly one week into the term, Harry got his first great shock.
He and the rest of the Gryffindors were settling in for a Charms Class. They had been paired with the Slytherin this year, something that even Flitwick's excellent teaching couldn't completely overcome to make the period enjoyable. Draco and his goons had been strangely quiet so far this school year, even in class, but that only made Harry want to watch them more closely.
The surprise wasn't anything to do with that, though. It came when Flitwick got up on his tippy toes on his booster seat and swept his arm toward the door.
"Students, you all represent my N.E.W.T. class, and as such, I want to make sure that you get the best education possible. In the spirit of this, I have lined up a guest speaker. She has kindly made time in her schedule to come in and teach you all a variety of different things. Would you kindly welcome Fleur Delacour!"
Harry's mouth fell open, along with the entire male half of the class and some of the girls. But where the others were falling for Fleur's allure, Harry was trying to grapple with the sudden appearance of one of his favorite witches.
Fleur sauntered into the room in immaculate robes. When she caught Harry's eye, she added a sway to her hips that wasn't really appropriate from a teacher, even an guest one, but Flitwick was babbling too excitedly to notice.
"I'm sure many of you remember Ms. Delacour as a Triwizard Tournament participant a few years ago. She has since taken work as a Curse Breaker, a lovely profession that makes deeper use of charms than almost any other, especially of the defensive variety. Isn't that right, Ms. Delacour?"
"Oui," Fleur said in her usual, velvety yet husky voice. "I certainly know a few things that I would be more than happy to share."
"Excellent!" Flitwick bubbled. "To start… does anyone have anything they want to say to Ms. Delacour?"
"I love you!" shouted a Hufflepuff boy at the back.
"Anything about Curse Breaking," Flitwick corrected sternly while Fleur giggled.
Hands had shot up all over the room, but half sank at this declaration. Still, there were enough of them that a conversation soon started, which was exactly what Flitwick wanted.
Fleur fielded a variety of questions about different things, from what charms she used most often to how difficult it was to land a job at Gringotts. She handled them with grace, her face turning serious and professional in a way that he'd never seen it.
He found himself lost in the stern expression, picturing wall the ways he could make her melt…
"Isn't that right, Harry?"
Harry jolted as his name came from Fleur's mouth.
"Er, what was that?" he said sheepishly. "I… wasn't really listening."
"And yet you were looking directly at me," Fleur said. "Fantasizing about a teacher? For that, you'll get a detention."
Harry glanced at Flitwick, but the part-goblin professor didn't seem to mind his authority being usurped. He seemed to be in a very good mood in general. Harry supposed that was perfectly fine.
The Slytherins snickered, with the loudest laughs coming from around Draco Malfoy, where Crabbe and Goyle sat on one side of him and Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson sat in the other direction. They sneered when Harry looked over, so he returned his eyes to the front of the room, where Fleur was answering questions again.
The period passed quickly. Flitwick was so excited about having Fleur here to speak, he didn't even attempt a formal lesson, allowing the Q and A to go on for the full period. While everyone else rose and gathered their things to leave, Harry remained seated, watching others file from the room. Draco's gang were still being noisy, whispering what were probably jokes at Harry's expense going off of the way they kept looking toward him.
"You know, Mister Flitwick, I actually dream of being a professor myself one day," Fleur said when it was just the three of them left in the room.
"Really? Brilliant!" Flitwick said. "Here at Hogwarts?"
"Beauxbatons, most likely," Fleur replied. "But I cannot thank you enough for this learning opportunity. If it is no bother… I would like to learn just a bit more, if possible."
"Well, what did you have in mind?" Flitwick said.
"I got ahead of myself," Fleur said gravely. "I assigned a detention, when I am nothing more than your guest! If it is no bother, I would like to handle it myself, so that you are not troubled."
Flitwick stroked his chin. "I don't see why that would be a problem. Harry's not usually a bad student, anyway…"
"That depends on your definition," Harry admitted.
His record with House Points was all the evidence you needed of his… POLARIZED disciplinary history.
Flitwick laughed. "True, I suppose. Well, I don't see any reason to deny your request, Ms. Delacour. I hope it will be educational."
"Oh, it will be," Fleur said.
What Flitwick couldn't see, because of the position of her back, was the way she licked her plump lips, moistening them.
Flitwick hopped off his seat, leaving the room with one final wave. They heard him make some kind of a noise in the hallway, sounding as if he were speaking to someone, before his steps faded away.
Fleur walked over to the desk where Harry sat. The earlier sway of her hips had become even more exaggerated than a model on a catwalk.
"Well, well, well," she said. "What do we have here? One bad little student, eyeing up his professor like she is a piece of meat, right in the middle of class."
"You sat that, but… I have the strangest feeling that the teacher is the real naughty one here," Harry said.
In a stunning show of flexibility, Fleur raised her leg exceptionally high, planting one foot on his desk, so that her robes were lifted up. Her crotch was directly in front of Harry… and she had NOTHING on underneath.
"You must be mistaken," Fleur said innocently.
Then she grabbed his tie, yanking him forward so that Harry's face buried in her shaven snatch.
He kept his hands down on her desk. They weren't necessary, because Fleur was already holding him in place by using his tie like a leash. As Harry began to lick her pussy, he could feel when he struck a sweet spot because Fleur's grip would tighten. After the most pronounced spasms, she would almost be choking him, but even that wasn't an entirely bad sensation.
It was the messiest cunnilingus he'd ever been a part of. Perhaps it was a veela thing, but Fleur was exceptionally gushy between the legs. She ended up soaked faster than any other girl, and was prone to squirting. Tangible arousal ended up stuck to the tip of Harry's nose and spread around his lips, making his face shine. Fleur was moaning now. She began flicking her hips, riding Harry's tongue while he licked her.
When she came, it was accompanied by just as much force as Harry expected, spraying the inside of his mouth. Her grip on his tie came loose, and before she could retighten it, Harry had stood up, looking down into her blue eyes.
"Well now," he said, liquid still dripping off his lower lip and chin. "What kind of teacher cums on her student this quickly? It's like you're enjoying this punishment. If you ask me, that deserves punishment of its own."
"What kind of punishment?" Fleur asked thickly.
"Bend over, before I make you do it myself."
Fleur seemed to be thinking that both of those options sounded good, but she still planted both feet on the ground again, bending forward so that her massive tits were squashed against the desk. Harry flipped up her robes, lifting them so that they pooled above her hips, leaving her naked from the waste down.
While Fleur was bent over, he went for his wand. Using it, he conjured a simple Muggle ruler, which he took in his hand, nodding to himself a couple of times. Then he brought the flat side down on Fleur's shapely derrière.
"Ah!" Fleur squeaked.
The ruler was far narrower than a hand, focusing its force on a single sliver. A red horizontal line had appeared across Fleur's puffy skin. It stood out against her pale flesh, bright and noticeable. Fleur's hips wiggled side to side, either from pain, anticipation of a second swing, or both. Either way, Harry commanded her, "Hold still."
She did, although just the effort of containing herself made her whimper.
Harry brought the ruler down three more times, changing the angle each time. Fleur moaned continuously, her ass being colored red one chunk at a time. After the third blow, Harry lifted the ruler, looking at it with a frown.
"Something feels missing," he declared, before his face brightened. "Ah, I know! This is supposed to be a charms classroom. We ought to use some, don't you think?"
Before Fleur could answer, Harry took aim with his wand and hit the length of wood with the strongest animation charm he knew. The ruler leaped from his hand with life of his own and, with magical vigor, began to lay down smack after smack onto Fleur's vulnerable ass.
She began moaning again, cracks of wood against flesh filling the room, but Harry didn't leave her in this state for long. With his hands free, he slipped around to the front of the desk, lifting her face.
As always, Fleur was superhumanly beautiful, but Harry could say now that it was only during sex when she looked her best. Like Fleur explained to him in the woods when the first pounced on each other, veela were sexual creatures. In other words, this was her natural state: getting tossed around and fucked like a proper slut.
As Harry held her face from below, squeezing her cheeks, Fleur's blue eyes looked up at him. They were desperate and devoted, a complete change from the way she looked in front of the class. Harry had just KNOWN that breaking her would feel incredible.
"The best punishments always attack the problem in multiple ways," he said sagely. "In the spirit of that…"
He pulled out his cock and jammed it in her open mouth.
If anything, his animated ruler became even more energetic while Harry fucked Fleur's mouth. It wasn't a blowjob really, because it wasn't like Fleur was the one doing it. Harry had a hold of her head and was thrusting, using her mouth like a prop, or a toy. Just the thought made his balls tense. Fleur, the witch that all the boys at Hogwarts dreamed of, was his to use as he pleased. Harry couldn't keep a grin off his face.
He watched the ruler work while he had his fun, studying the way Fleur's ass bounced. Unlike when his hands were doing the job, now it only jiggled a few times, because of the smaller object doing the striking. But the stinging sensation on each hit must have been twice as intense. With nothing touching her pussy, Fleur squirted all over the floor, just from the feeling of his strong hands, thick cock, and the strikes to her backside.
Grunting, Harry quickly rolled her over. He pulled up her robes even more, so that they were balled between her neck and breasts, which he put on full view. Letting go of Fleur's head, Harry reached down, grabbing fistfuls of her tits instead, squeezing as hard as he wanted. Instead of her ass, his ruler reoriented, turning itself horizontal and smacking the soaked and sensitive skin around her pussy.
Fleur's head was upside down, but that didn't stop Harry from continuing to thrust. Her throat bulged as he jammed himself inside of her. Deep, guttural noises emanated from her mouth. Fleur's entire body tremored with pleasure at the feeling of her tits, pussy, and throat being attacked all at once. She seemed like she might cum again soon. But before she reached that point, Harry hit his limit.
He pulled out of her, preferring to spray his cum across her body rather than clogging her throat, a bit worried that she might choke from the position he'd forced her into.
Somehow, Fleur recovered in the moment it took Harry to catch his breath. His animated ruler had failed, the magic snapping when he came. It clattered to the floor. Fleur rolled over, wiggling the remaining way out of her robes and propping herself on the desk on all fours, desperate to feel Harry's cock in her pussy now. Still as hard as a rock, Harry was more than happy to comply. But, as he paced around the desk, something interrupted them.
The door opened suddenly, a figure falling into the room. Harry was terrified for a brief moment when he saw Slytherin colors, not even wanting to imagine how many points Snape would take from Gryffindor if he found Harry in this position.
But that fear lasted only a second, because the person who'd fallen in was clearly not Snape. They were alone, had blond hair, were much shorter, and when they looked up, were exceptionally attractive, something the Dungeon Bat would never be able to say about himself.
From the floor, Daphne Greengrass stared at Harry and the naked Fleur. Harry spotted something beside her, and when he squinted, he recognized panties.
HER panties, which had been removed, which explained the hand she had reaching down her robes.
In a display that reminded the other two she had been a Triwizard Champion, Fleur shut the door with a bust of wandless magic. Then she grinned at Daphne — who looked stuck between fear and raging embarrassment — looking like a cat that had stumbled upon a mouse.
"Look at that," Fleur said. "A new student that needs her PUNISHMENT."
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