Susan walked through the door out of the Great Hall and found herself in a smaller room lined with portraits of witches and wizards with a roaring fireplace that was opposite the entry door.
Looking around, she noticed the confused faces of two of the initial three champions as they found far more than the three champions that were supposed to be in the room. As for the Beauxbatons' champion, Harry Potter, she didn't recall him, nor did she notice him. Even though he was amusedly leaning against the wall right beside, her, she seemed to completely ignore his presence while walking toward the two Greengrass sisters, who both had solemn expressions on their faces.
Across the room, Hermione seemed to finally notice Harry and made a beeline toward him, "Harry, right?"
"What's up?" He asked.
"I want to punch that smirk out of your face," Hermione stated blankly.
"How rude," Harry said, "Do you talk to everyone that way?" He asked.
"Everyone who attacks me with multiple stunners behind my back," Hermione said.
"Pfft," Harry laughed at her words, "Please, Hermione — that's your name, right? — No offense to you, but I have no motive to do such a thing. You may be moderately beautiful, but you've seen my girlfriend."
The girl didn't react to his words and kept looking at him intently. Harry didn't back down and matched the intensity of her gaze while looking back into her eyes expressionlessly, "I'm going to keep an eye on you," She finally gave up after a staring contest that lasted a whole minute.
'I knew she was going to be a problem …' Harry thought to himself before his gaze went to the Greengrass sisters and Susan Bones. They seemed familiar with each other despite all of them being in different houses, 'That Astoria girl is the one behind Dumbledore's plot …' Looking around, Harry examined the other Hogwarts participants that included, Draco Malfoy, who had gotten in because of his help, same as Hermione, and Neville Longbottom, the actual champion of Hogwarts.
'Longbottom …' Harry couldn't get the thought of this family out of his head. He had respected his mother's wishes, but the curiosity was eating him up inside.
Soon enough Dumbledore came into the room, accompanied by the other headmasters and Ludo Bagman along with Amelia Bones.
"What is to be done about this situation, Dumbly-dorr?" Madame Maxime's outrage was palpable through the air. Both schools had gotten an enormous advantage over Beauxbatons. Viktor Krum was a student who had already completed his schooling and was completely ineligible to participate in this tournament for students. And Hogwarts had five champions while Beauxbatons only had Harry.
"Your outrage is justified, Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said, "But I'm sure you understand the situation very well. At this point, everything has pretty much been set in stone."
"Professor, what about Astoria?" Daphne interjected, unable to sit still any longer, "She's too young to be participating in such a dangerous tournament."
"Miss Greengrass," Dumbledore said, "Your sister's situation is most peculiar. While the other students are all of age and their situation can be explained by the Goblet's malfunction, crossing my age line should have been essentially impossible for her, not to mention the impossibility of her being selected even if someone else put her name in."
"But her name still came out, Professor," Daphne said with a distressed voice, "I didn't even put in my name, it's impossible for her to have asked someone else to put her name in."
"I'm sorry to say, but, this situation has already devolved to this, Miss Greengrass," Dumbledore said flatly, "At this point, the contracts have been established and we all have to follow through on them."
Daphne backed down after hearing Dumbledore's words, not knowing what they could do to fix everything. Unlike her though, Madame Maxime wasn't one to just accept the situation meekly, the situation quickly devolved into an argument that had them wanting a re-do of the selection process that Ludo Bagman shot down.
"The Goblet of Fire has already gone out, Madame Maxime," He said, "The selection can only be repeated during the next tournament."
"Then our school won't be one to participate in it," She spoke, "Beauxbatons will not accept this outrageous situation."
At this point, Amelia Bones interjected, "Madame Maxime, I understand that whatever has happened must come as a shock to you. After all, my own niece, who never put her name in suddenly became a participant in this tournament. Considering the Greengrass child, this is clearly a premeditated situation."
It took some time for everyone to calm Madame Maxime down as she seemed to accept the result of the champion selection. Throughout the process, the other headmaster involved was strangely silent. To him, his school was the one with the most advantages. Viktor Krum was an excellent candidate and had the most chances of bagging the victory.
"Well, shall we move on then?" Ludo Bagman said with a hint of impatience, "Minister Bones, will you do the honors." Unlike the rest of the room which was doused with a somber atmosphere, he seemed downright cheery and excited about the prospect of eight champions.
"Yes, instructions," The minister said with a hint of tiredness in her tone.
She moved closer to the fire as the embers lit up one-half of her face.
"The first task is going to test your daring," She spoke as her eyes hovered over each of the eight champions, "You will not know what it is, nor will you receive any clues. Courage in the face of adversity and the unknown is the most important aspect for a wizard."
When she finished, Dumbledore continued, "You all have two months to acclimate yourselves to the situation and make your preparations, it will be held during the last week of November, and the official date will be told to you in due time. My previous warnings still stand, this tournament is not for the faint of heart and now, you are all stuck with it."
"Let's go, Potter," Madame Maxime said, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him out of the room, leaving the rest of the people to deal with the aftermath by themselves.
"Why did you not fight for yourself?" Madame Maxime asked, "And did Fleur put her name in? If she did, I'm sure that she would be there to support you with how everything's gone."
"It's best that she's not here, headmistress," Harry said, "I feel that the whole tournament is a trap to use the Greengrass girl for something, I would rather that Fleur and Gabi don't get tangled up in it."
"And what of you?" She asked, "What if they end up going for team battles? You'll be all alone."
"You aren't aware of the stages of the tournament?" Harry asked with surprise.
"I only know about the first stage and that it was supposed to be at the end of this month, before Hallowe'en," She said, "It was probably delayed because they now have eight dragons to procure instead of the original three."
"Dragons?" Harry asked, feeling as if he'd heard something wrong.
"Yes," She said, "Your first task will have you fight a dragon. The exact details are still undecided, but you can prepare yourself mentally for the following challenges."
"I don't mind fighting one, headmistress," Harry said, "I wonder if I'll be able to ride it … "
The half-giantess only gave him an incredulous look, "You aren't short of courage, I'll give you that."
"I sleep in the same bed as a Veela with a threat on my life that I can't have sex with her, I don't think anything can come even remotely close to that in terms of courage," Harry mumbled to himself.
"What?" Madame Maxime asked.
"Nothing," Harry said, "I'll go back to the dorm, Fleur's waiting for me."
"Go on then," The headmistress nodded as Harry turned toward the staircase and started ascending the moving stairs, 'What a wonky experience,' He thought to himself as he felt the staircase that he was ascending start to move. He had to stop in place and wait for it to move back to the previous position before he could continue moving higher, 'Who the hell even thought this was a good idea?' Harry complained inwardly while quickly making his way higher.
Just as Harry passed the third-floor staircase, he was ambushed by Hermione who jumped out in front of him.
"What the fuck!" Harry stepped back grabbing the railing at the side of the stairs to prevent himself from falling.
"How rude," Hermione said with an admonishing tone.
"I will ruin you," Harry spoke in a low voice.
"What?" She asked.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked back, "More importantly, how are you here? I am sure I left before you."
"Secret passage," She said, "I'm sure you have those at Beauxbatons."
Harry stared at her blankly for a few seconds, making her ask, "Is there something on my face?"
"You're asking for trouble," Harry shook his head and kept looking at her.
"What did you do with Professor Snape?" She asked him.
"What?" Harry's heart skipped a beat but he didn't show anything outwardly, using his Occolumency to his advantage, "First off, who's that? And again, why would I do anything to a professor, let alone the how of it all."
Hermione looked at him with skepticism for a few seconds, "You really didn't do it?" She asked, "It has to be the students from either Beauxbatons or Durmstrang. They're the only ones clueless enough to act like Professor Snape in that manner. You're the first one of them who comes to mind."
"Yes, a whole school that has its curriculum focusing on dark magic and you suspect me, the drained boyfriend of Fleur who is no less than a succubus, impressive detective skills, I have to say," Harry said.
"Hold yourself, your sarcasm might just flood the school," Hermione said as her face slowly took up a scrunched-up, awkward smile.
Unlike her dumb words, her weird expression was what got a light chuckle out of Harry, "Walk up with me," He said while walking up. It was clear that this was her attempt to try and mend things with him.
"Mhm," She nodded and walked beside him up the stairs, "I seem to have become a victim of my overthinking. I was only familiar with you, so you're the first one who came to my mind as the culprit of the day. You're clearly capable enough to do what was done that day."
"What exactly was done that day?" Harry asked, "And what day are you talking about?"
"Well, yesterday," She said while performing an awkward gesture with her hands, "I was supposed to be talking to Professor Snape, but apparently it was someone else using Polyjuice to impersonate him. He was acting extremely weird. Just as I was about to catch the culprit, some coward blasted me with stuns and god knows what other spells from the back."
Harry showed a light scrunched expression, "Must hurt like a bitch," He said, "Did you go to the nurse?"
"Some light bruises and back pain are better than what could've happened," She said with a light shrug and went silent.
"So you're a big girl, huh," Harry chuckled, "I'm tempted to put my hand on your back just to hear you jump away."
"Don't," Hermione stepped away from him while giving him a narrow-eyes look.
"So, how'd you get selected?" Harry asked, "I thought that the whole one school one champion thing was concrete."
"Oh, don't ask. I don't even know what happened. That goblet's probably broken or something I swear," Hermione said with a groan, "Ronald's going to eat my head off after hearing that I got selected alongside Neville."
Harry frowned for a moment, "Is that supposed to be some kind of sexual innuendo that I'm unfamiliar with?"
"Huh?" Hermione looked at Harry like he was some kind of rare creature.
"I only learned English from my mother, I don't have as good of a grasp over it as French, so I'm somewhat unfamiliar with slang. You may not notice it since I don't have as strong of an accent as Fleur," Harry explained, "I presume this Ronald is your boyfriend."
"Pfft," Hermione let out a stifled laugh the instant Harry spoke the word boyfriend. She quickly coughed to hide the reaction as a blush rose on her cheeks, "Ahem, no…no, no no no…" She continued saying no for a while while shaking her head.
When she stopped, Harry gave her an impressed look, "Sixteen no's," He said, "He must be a character."
Hermione winced, "It's a whole thing," She said, brushing the topic off, "How does it feel for you though?" She asked, "You're the one with the most disadvantages here."
Harry just smiled and gave her a look that screamed arrogance, "It's the other way around. Other than Krum and maybe Longbottom, the others are barely more than cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder?" Hermione looked at him, slightly offended.
"Don't get your sweet cheeks in a panic," His look turned a little condescending, "I have enough tricks up my sleeve to obliterate you, even in a group duel."
"Do you have bipolar disorder or something?" Hermione asked with genuine curiosity.
"What?" Harry showed a confused expression at her words.
"You know," She explained, "It's a mental condition where one has bouts of sudden shifts in their personality—"
"I know what bipolar disorder is," Harry said flatly, "I meant, why are you asking me that?"
"Because we're here having a perfectly civilized conversation and you suddenly turn into an arrogant douche, it's got to be a mental problem." She said with a convinced shrug, having come to her own conclusion.
"Right …" Harry trailed off with an amused expression on his face, "It's Friday tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, but classes are going to be suspended until Monday since the champions and other newcomers need time to get used to the school," Hermione said.
"Remind me of the subjects that we have," Harry said, "I haven't checked the timetable yet."
"Arrogant and irresponsible," Hermione shook her head in disapproval.
"I landed in this school two days ago," He said, "Cut me some slack."
"You had enough time to make a spectacle out of putting your name in the goblet during yesterday's breakfast," She said with a pointed look in his direction.
"And?" Harry didn't see what was wrong with it, "I'm the Beauxbatons champion, I have to establish a level of prestige. And considering classes are from Monday, I have more than enough time to check out the timetable."
"I can never understand people's reluctant attitudes towards their academics," She shook her head.
"You telling me about the subjects or not?" Harry asked blankly.
"Fine," She said reluctantly as if she was doing him a huge favor, "Starting alphabetically, we have Astronomy taught by Professor Aurora Sinistra. She's strict, but as long as you don't act out in her class, there aren't many problems. Then we have Charms taught by Professor Filius Flitwick. He's lenient and doesn't generally deduct points for misbehaving."
"That's the short professor who came up when that Astoria girl's name was called, right?" Harry asked.
"Yes, he's the head of the Ravenclaw house," Hermione said, "Then we have Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was supposed to be taught by Professor Snape, but he seems to have mysteriously disappeared," She gave him a look as she spoke those words.
"Yes, I'm the mastermind behind a professor's disappearance," Harry admitted, "I came to Hogwarts, spending three times the fees for the school year just so that I could kidnap one of the professors here."
Hermione got embarrassed and coughed before continuing, "Then it's Herbology, taught by Professor Pomona Sprout. Then History of Magic by Professor Binns, he's a ghost."
"One of your professors is a ghost?" Harry was surprised.
"Who better than a ghost, right?" Hermione said.
"Fair," Harry nodded, "He probably lived through the stuff that he's teaching."
Hermione made a wincing expression, "Not really, he used to be the History of Magic teacher around a hundred years ago before dying. Now he teaches History as a ghost."
"Talk about dedication to one's craft," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Moving on," Hermione said, though there were hints of an imperceptible smile on her face, "Then Potions, which used to be Professor Snape's subject previously — this was why I went to him to get my sources cited." She gave a discrete look to Harry who made a confused expression.
"Did you tell me about getting any sources cited?" He asked as Hermione shook her head.
"No," She waved her previous words off, "Right now, Professor Slughorn is the one teaching us potions."
"One more subtle test from you and I'm actually going to hex you, Hermione," Harry threatened, "It's very annoying."
She shrunk, "Okay, my bad. I'm sorry, okay?" She apologized awkwardly.
"Just don't test me again. I already said it wasn't me. I don't even have any motive to kidnap your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. And who did you have before that Professor Snape guy?" He asked. "If he taught you potions before and now shifted to Defence Against the Dark Arts, did Slughorn teach you that before?"
"It's a confusingly complicated position," Hermione shook her head, "We've had our DADA teacher change every single year without a doubt, and always in the worst ways. This time, the professor disappeared before even completing the first two months."
"Hogwarts sounds so lively," Harry chuckled, "What were you saying about the Potions Professor?"
"Professor Horace Slughorn is the one teaching us Potions this year, he's also initiated his Slug Club thing which is apparently an exclusive invite-only club for the more prominent students in the school," She said with hints of disapproval and disgust in her voice.
"You don't seem a fan of this Slug Club," Harry said.
"Astute observation," Hermione snapped before continuing, not comfortable with the topic, "Then we have the electives like Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle studies, and a few other advanced ones that aren't very popular." She said.
Harry accepted her unwillingness to talk about the Slug Club and asked, "What about Alchemy? There's no subject for Alchemy?"
"It's one of the advanced electives that aren't functioning right now. Advanced Arithmancy, Alchemy, and Appiration are all classes that are only taught on the basis of popular demand and that's almost never there." She said with dissatisfaction, "I pushed hard for Alchemy and Advanced Arithmancy this year, but they weren't going to assign a special teacher specifically for a single student."
"Oh great," Harry said dryly, "No Alchemy, that's what you need in this place. Missing a year of your favorite subject."
"You're familiar with Alchemy?" Hermione seemed surprised.
"They teach it at Beauxbatons as a core subject," Harry said with an absent tone, lost in mourning over the loss of Alchemy.
"Hey," Hermione grabbed his arm and yanked him backward as the staircase detached itself from the floor and started moving.
"Thanks," Harry said, "I was a bit lost there."
"I could tell," She said, "Can you teach me Alchemy?" She asked abruptly.
"No," Harry said instinctively before even hearing her question. He heard her say 'Can you …' and his instant answer was a refusal.
"Please?" Hermione grabbed his arm, "I've always been curious, but the books can only tell me some theories. I need a teacher to help me understand the fundamentals."
"It's too troublesome of a thing to do without getting anything in return," Harry said, "I don't see myself needing your help to study any subjects and sexual favors don't seem like something you're into."
"What …" Hermione had a very weirded-out expression on her face as she let go of him and stepped back, almost in repulsion from him.
"Bad joke?" Harry asked awkwardly.
"Horrible," She said with a frown.
"Sorry," Harry apologized, knowing that he'd taken it a bit too much into the weird territory.
"I was going to hex you if you hadn't apologized," Hermione calmed down and joked.
"I was ready for it," Harry said while showing her his wand that he'd already taken into his hand, ready to cast a repulsion or shielding spell.
"I still want you to teach me Alchemy," Hermione said.
"Have you learned Occlumency?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"Hm?" Hermione frowned, "Why would you think so?"
"I don't know," Harry said, "Just assumed, considering how you seem to have a higher mental awareness than others. You might even have some nice talent in the mind arts."
"And you're asking because …" Hermione trailed off questioningly. She didn't give him a clear answer to his question and moved on.
"Just 'cause …" Harry trailed off, "We're here, what was the password again?"
"Dilligrout," Hermione said as the portrait swung open, "I told you the password two days ago."
"I remembered it," Harry said as he entered the room behind Hermione, "I was just giving you a chance to say the password."
"Try to make up some believable lies —" Her words were cut off by the chorus of congratulations that filled the entire common room just as she entered.
Hermione winced in the face of the cheers as she instinctively wanted to recoil out of the room. Looking to her side, she noticed that Harry had already disappeared from his spot and had blended into the crowd with no one aware of his presence. Just as the cheery group of Gryffindors approached her, presumably to pick her up, Hermione pulled out her wand, intimidating them backward, not willing to be tossed around, even if it was for celebration.
She was also feeling somewhat awkward since the rightful champion was Neville, and she felt that she was stealing his limelight with what had happened. As she was forced into the festivities despite her resistance, Harry made his way up the spiral staircase and moved into the dorm room that had been assigned to him and his group.
Just as he opened the door to the room, he was ambushed by two pairs of soft arms wrapping around him, one pair around his neck and the other around his torso, right under his chest. As the naturally alluring fragrance assaulted his senses and he registered the two girls, a small smile appeared on his face.
"Congratulations, 'Arry." Both Fleur and Gabrielle said while pulling back from the hug, looking at him with excited smiles on his face.
"Thank you so much," Harry couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around both of them and pulling them close once again, "I'd much rather celebrate with you two than whatever's going on outside …" He rested his chin on Fleur's shoulder, enjoying her warmth and brought his other hand to Gabrielle's head, lightly caressing her hair.
"You're just saying that because they aren't going to give you the time of day in front of their two champions," Fleur said.
"Thank you for that information," Harry said dryly before looking around the room and finally noticing the figure of Celine who gave him an awkward wave.
"Congratulations, sir," She said with a little smile.
"Thank you, Celine," Harry smiled, "Why are you so stiff?" He asked her.
"Ahem, the necklace," She said with hesitation, "It feels a little extra stuffy right now …"
Hearing her words, Harry finally noticed the ambiance within the room. It was still their same dorm without any changes, but there was a sense of arousal in the air that directed Harry to the culprit who was quietly hugging him.
He smiled at Celine while tightening the arm that was around Fleur, pulling her closer, "I appreciate your willingness to stay up to congratulate me, but it's late, you should sleep,"
She nodded, almost happy that he didn't ask her to join in since it would've meant that she had to wear the 'collar' for even longer. "Good night, sir, madam."
"Night, Celine," Fleur said without separating from Harry.
As she went into her room to sleep, Fleur gave Harry a very suggestive look that told him exactly what she wanted. He was just as impatient to enjoy whatever she had planned, so he quickly said, "Let's go, Gabi, I'll tuck you in."
"I want to stay up …" She said looking up at him with big pleading eyes.
Sadly for her, Harry's pampering nature was lost against his raging internal lust for Fleur at the current moment, "It's already past midnight, honey. Let's go." Harry didn't seem interested in listening to Gabrielle's pleas and separated from Fleur while pulling Gabrielle into her room.
The younger Veela had an annoyed pout on her face as Harry pulled her into her room, "'Arry has betrayed me …" She said with a pouty tone.
Harry chuckled, "Get in," He flipped the blanket, making space for Gabrielle. She begrudgingly got on the bed and allowed Harry to drape her blanket over her, "Good night," He said while leaning closer to her face, "And sweet dreams," He kissed her forehead while discretely casting a nonverbal spell that would make her drowsy and tired.
"G'night …" She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, making herself a little more comfortable.
Seeing that she was fully asleep, Harry excitedly exited the room, encountering a view that left him breathless as his arousal almost shot through his pants, his erection was just short of poking a hole through his pants as he took in the sexy view that was in front of him.
Fleur was sitting on a tall stool with one leg hanging off and the other resting on the surface of the bench as both her hands held her foot. She had a slight smile on her face as she looked at Harry, the flame within the fireplace illuminating her naked visage like a tapestry of untold beauty. She wasn't showing Harry anything too revealing, only her curves and her tantalizing figure along with her pale yet rosy white skin that was illuminated by the flames just enough to give a sense of untouchable beauty to her silhouette.
"Come here, my 'Arry~" One of Fleur's hands let go of her foot and she pointed her finger at Harry before curling it toward herself.
At this point, Harry felt himself losing the everpresent battle against Fleur's allure as he willingly dropped his Occlumency shields and allowed her sexual aura to consume him. Still, he had been exposed to it enough that he didn't lose control like a mindless beast, but the fire within him had grown to a raging inferno that was dying to burst out.
He quickly approached Fleur while pulling his painful erection out of his pants. He held it in his hand and was lightly pumping it when he finally reached Fleur whose eyes were glued to his shaft. When she finally lowered her leg from the stool, Harry could see her heaving chest as she took deep breaths that made her perky tits rise and fall with each breath. Soon, Fleur's eyes met his as she smiled lustfully, "My champion," She said before spreading her knees apart while resting both feet on one of the supports of the stool, giving just enough of a glimpse to Harry to show him how wet she was.
Harry felt his mouth watering at the thought of the irresistible taste of Fleur's juices, "Your champion's thirsty, Fleur …" He said with a heavy tone as he looked down at Fleur's revealed pussy.
"It's all yours, my 'Arry," Fleur said, spreading her legs apart completely, "All of me belongs to you~" Her words were delivered in such a tantalizing way that Harry found it impossible for himself to hold back, dropping to his knees in front of Fleur before grabbing her hips and pulling her slightly forward such that she was barely seated on the stool. Just as Harry's tongue made contact with her lips, Fleur let out a weak moan that sent a shiver along Harry's spine despite him being enamored with the taste of Fleur's juices.
She shakily brought her legs to Harry's shoulders and crossed them behind his head to support herself. It also served to trap Harry in place, not that it was needed as his tongue quickly started exploring Fleur's folds, sending a wave of powerlessness through her body as she tried to lean back but found nothing behind her. She instinctively tightened her legs around Harry's head, making him understand her predicament. He held her by her hips and made sure that her legs were crossed tightly behind his head before standing up, pulling Fleur with him as a squeal mixed into the moan that she released.
In a slight panic, she grabbed Harry's hair as the only thing for support, feeling completely under his control despite being the one who seemed to be on top. His tongue's movements faltered a little as he made an effort to pick Fleur up in such a difficult manner, putting a lot of pressure on his spine, but it wasn't a problem. Quickly standing up, his tongue continued its movements, sending waves of pleasure through Fleur's body. He slowly brought Fleur to the couch, before dropping her on it, not separating himself from her folds for even an instant. Just as she landed, Harry grabbed her thighs and spread apart her legs before looking up while circling her clit with his tongue. And the view of her face that he got was worth all that trouble.
He continued to tease her relentlessly as Fleur lost herself further in the pleasure, moaning incoherently as Harry continued his relentless assault on her virgin pussy. She was unable to muster up any strength and passively accepted Harry's assault on her pussy until she finally reached the peak of her pleasure. Her climax came with a loud squeal that escaped her lips and Harry eagerly lapped up all of the juices that she'd released.
"Delicious," Harry said while standing up as he looked into her hazy yet tired eyes.
"I thought you'd want it the other way around," She said while taking some light breaths.
"Who said I don't?" Harry asked with a lustful smile, "It's time for you to return the favor," He brought his painfully hard cock that was dripping with precum close to Fleur's mouth as she instinctively parted her lips and took him in, wrapping her tongue around his shaft.
…
Meanwhile, as the two of them were enjoying their little celebration in the living room of the dorm, Celine's door was slightly ajar.
She was biting some kind of leather belt between her lips as she released suppressed moans while looking at the unprecedentedly arousing view through the door. She was sitting on the floor with her legs spread apart and completely naked as she relentlessly pleasured herself without stopping, already having climaxed multiple times, but still not stopping. She'd already taken off the necklace and was completely influenced by Fleur's allure.
Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they kept toying with her body while she bit the belt to prevent herself from making too many sounds and inadvertently startling the duo, who were both the reason for her current state. When she saw Harry pushing his cock through Fleur's mouth, she inadvertently came once again as the only thoughts that were in her head were related to that cock.
Her thoughts weren't completely blurred since she was in her room with the door only slightly ajar and Fleur's allure wasn't targeting her completely. She couldn't make sense of the reason that her lust wasn't directed toward the source of that allure, but instead, the primary recipient of that allure, who was Harry. Every time she reached a climax, her thoughts were all surrounding Harry. Even as she saw Fleur in front of herself, she felt a sense of reverence toward Fleur while feeling endless lust toward Harry.
Of course, in her current state, there was no way for her to make sense of what her feelings actually were. All she could think of was how sexy of a view it was and how much she wanted to be a part of it while masturbating to it.
Harry and Fleur's 'playtime' lasted late into the night, which also kept Celine up since they didn't seem to have any plans of moving to their bedroom. It was only when they were completely done and went into their room that Celine also crawled back toward her bed and wrapped herself in the covers. She closed her eyes and fell asleep while touching herself even further.
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