Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 29 Early Release (Patreon)

"Expectations and Spectators"

All Individuals depicted in this story are over the age of 18, and all activities are carried out with their consent.

The Great Hall was buzzing with energy when Harry arrived for breakfast the next morning. This was mostly due to the increased number of students, with the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students starting to trickle in from outside and join various tables.

Harry caught a glimpse of silver while looking over the hall, and saw Fleur, Isabelle and the rest of the Veela all sitting together at the Ravenclaw table this morning. 

They were engaged in conversation with Cho, with Cedric sitting on the other side of his girlfriend while clearly forcing himself to focus on his breakfast to avoid making a fool of himself. Still, he was doing better than some of the students that were near the passive allure of the group, Harry mused, as he saw Roger Davis miss his mouth with his spoon entirely just a couple of seats down.

Interestingly, Josephine also sat with them rather than at the Slytherin table. A quick scan of the room didn't show Krum as being sat separately anywhere else currently.

As he walked towards the Gryffindor table to sit with an already arrived Hermione, Isabelle caught his eye. She waved, as did several of the rest of the group when they saw her do so. She mouthed “see you later” to him, and he nodded. Clearly, the planned tour of the castle was still on. 

Reaching Hermione and taking a seat, he looked up and down the table. “No Ron? I didn't see him in the dorm, so I assumed he was here eating.”

Hermione sipped her tea before placing it down. “Not yet, but I saw him in the common room briefly. He said something about practicing his throwing. Guess he's getting ready for the duelling tournament.”

Harry nodded, glad that his friend had found something that properly engaged his brain. Ron was never dumb, even when he was younger. His skill at chess attested to this. He was just never very…focused.

Harry glanced into the middle of the room, and grimaced slightly. There, placed last night after dinner, was a pedestal that was currently empty. This would be where the Goblet of Fire would be placed…and where he felt he was most at risk of changing events as he knew it.

Hermione noticed his lingering gaze, and reached over to grasp his hand gently. “We've done all we can, Harry. By tomorrow evening, we'll know what we're working with.”

Harry nodded, squeezing her hand in return. “Thanks. So, will you be joining us on the castle tour?”

Hermione laughed, letting go of his hand to allow him to start filling his plate with breakfast. “Just try to stop me. Those girls seem fun to be around. I had a lively chat with Gabrielle about France yesterday. Though it was somewhat harder to focus when the topic of our times on topless beaches came up” she said slyly.

Harry nearly swallowed his orange juice the wrong way. “No wonder she looked dazed last night, I certainly would be distracted by such thoughts too…”

Before he could respond, Ron bustled up and sat down heavily across from them. “I hate cards. Why can't they just go the right direction every time?” He grumbled by way of greeting before reaching for the platter of bacon.

“Still struggling to throw them straight then? You seemed to be doing well in the trials” Harry responded with a raised brow, passing him the plate of fried eggs.

“Yeah, I can hit a person. At least, if they're not moving too fast. But for what I'm trying to do, I need to be able to hit something smaller. I'll get there.”

Before Harry could ask what he was trying to do, the doors to the Great hall opened and a trio of individuals walked inside.

The first two were a pair of Ministry officials, carrying between them an ornately carved wooden chest, the one Harry recognised as containing the Goblet previously. Directly behind them was Ludo Bagman, beaming at the hall and waving at any student who was looking his way. “Really likes his own limited fame, that one.”

The chest was placed onto the pedestal, before the officials turned and left the way they came. Ludo remained, turning to face the hall and raise his wand to his throat to cast a Sonorous charm.

“Hello everyone! It is with the greatest pleasure that I am here to reveal to you, the means of selecting the school champions!” He was certainly a practiced spokesperson, making sure he had the hall's attention before continuing.

“Here behind me is an artefact of great importance, used for generations to select only the most capable combatants for the Triwizard Tournament! Allow me to present to you…the Goblet of Fire!”

Here, the chest opened of its own accord, the Goblet being revealed as it rose from within the chest, the sides of which melded into the pedestal and formed a plinth for it.

The moment it was fully out, the Goblet lit itself, burning with the same magical blue fire as Harry had seen before.

Ludo gestured towards it, his free hand grasping a scrap of parchment as he gesticulated grandly. “This will be what will choose the champions. Simply write your name and school, and…” here, Ludo dropped the scrap of parchment into the Goblet, before it flared briefly before returning to a steady flame. “Drop it in! The Goblet will then choose the best of the best come tomorrow evening, so please submit your names before dinner.”

Here, he chuckled and winked at the nearest table. “And do not worry, I won't be chosen. That was a blank parchment. I can't take the spotlight away from you fine students now, can I?”

His attempted joke fell a little flat, getting only a few laughs from some. Still, he recovered quickly after a brief flicker of irritation in his eyes. “Yes, well. Do direct your eyes to the floor, you will see that there is an age line in place. I would recommend against trying to cross it if you are beneath the age of 18. And good luck!”

Ludo removed his wand from his throat, before bustling up to the staff table to take a seat. Madam Pince seemed less than pleased when the loud man sat beside her and seemed to try to strike up a conversation.

Harry's eyes then drifted further along the table, finding the figure of Mad Eye Moody. He was currently fixated on the Goblet, a frown upon his face. His magical eye, however, was moving around the hall as a whole.

As it passed over Harry, it paused as it saw him looking his way. Harry quickly averted his gaze back to his breakfast.

“Seems Moody is already planning what to do…” Harry muttered to the other two, unwilling to call him Crouch in case they were overheard.

Ron glanced up at the staff table briefly, before looking back at the goblet. “Think we should keep a watch on it?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “What's the point, we can't watch it during classes, and even if we did…we want him to put my name in it, right? What's the point of watching him do it?”

Ron conceded the point. The three then finished their breakfast before moving to stand up.

“You coming with, Ron?” Harry asked as they moved towards the entrance hall.

“And watch you flirt with a dozen Veela? I think not, mate. Besides, I can barely think straight when I'm near them. I'm going to go find Faye. Have fun, yeah?”

Harry waved as Ron walked off up the stairs, before he and Hermione turned their attention to the group of girls that had gathered by the main door to the grounds.

Isabelle, Elena, Fleur, Gabrielle and Josephine were all gathered there, waiting for them.

“Hello there, sorry to keep you waiting” He said, getting various greetings in return.

“Don't vorry, Ve are still vaiting on one more anyways” came the reply from Josephine, who was looking out over the grounds in the direction of the Durmstrang ship. “He is just valking over now.”

Harry looked past her to see the figure of Krum about halfway between them and the ship. “Fair enough. Victor didn't want to eat breakfast?”

“Oh, he did. He just ate very early. He has a routine he follows, even though he is not training for ze World Cup. He vould have been out exercising until now” Josephine explained, as Krum climbed up the steps. She stepped out of the group, approaching him with a quick hug and a brief conversation that Harry couldn't hear.

When they split, Krum looked directly at Harry, before walking closer and offering him his hand. “You are Harry Potter, Da? I have heard much about you from some ov ze cheer leaders.”

Harry, surprised by Krum's politeness, accepted the handshake. “I am. All good things I hope?”

Here, Krum gained a small smirk, a look almost foreign to his features to Harry. “Da. Not all can be repeated in polite company.” Harry caught Elena's blush off to the side of him, as well as heard Josephine sigh.

Krum let go of his hand, before gaining his more usual scowl. “Vhat I care about is zat you protected my friends. Zose poachers…deserved vat zey got. You ‘ave a friend in me, Potter.” he finished with a determined nod.

“Definately a bit different to last time…though the scowls the same.” 

“Thank you. I was just in the right place, at the wrong time. Anyways, enough about that…mess. May I introduce one of my best friends, Hermione.”

The group exchanged greetings, those who hadn't sat together last night getting to know each other.

Then, with a clap of his hands, Harry led the group off into the castle. It was decided, almost unanimously, that the grounds deserved its own tour. And that, for the French contingent at least, it was far too cold to do so today.

Krum had scoffed at this. “In our school, it snows four months ov ze year. Zis is varm to me”

“Yeah, well. You lot wear fur coats. Even with warming charms, I can feel a cold breeze between my legs” Elena complained as they walked around an outer balcony, heading towards the Greenhouse courtyard first.

“And maybe you wouldn't, if you actually wore your panties, Elena.” was Josephine's sarcastic response from beside Krum. The pair were bringing up the rear, her arm linked through his.

“I am wearing panties, honest! They're just…really sheer ones” Elena rebuffed, looking barely embarrassed by her brazenness.

Harry tried to ignore the growing strain in his pants at the thought and launched into some basic explanations about the places they visited.

Hermione added far more context, given her extensive knowledge of “Hogwarts: A History.” Thankfully, the group seemed receptive, and didn't appear to think she was being a know-it-all.

After the greenhouses, of which they only went into the first, safest one, they went through the castle and ping-ponged between various levels.

The grand central staircase impressed them, even if the suddenly moving staircases caused them some delays.

They went to several of the classrooms, the hospital wing, the various courtyards and the library. This was of particular interest to Fleur, and it proved a struggle to encourage her to continue with the tour rather than getting lost in the various tomes available.

Not that Hermione was much help, given her own love of the place.

Eventually, her sister managed to extract her by whispering something in her ear. She had frowned, looked at Harry, then sighed and replaced the book she had been looking at.

“Fine, if only to prevent zat. But I am coming back ‘ere in my spare time. Zis is the best place in zis castle, ‘ands down.” 

Gabrielle just giggled, and when Harry threw her a curious look, she had just winked and taken his arm as they had headed back out to continue the tour.

Harry felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Gabrielle may have been the youngest of the group, but she was by no means undeveloped. His arm was noticeably pressed against her tightly contained cleavage, after all…

He also felt he had to ignore the whispered conversation going on behind him.

“He won't ‘urt ‘er, Fleur. And if you're just jealous, ‘e ‘as another arm you could take” came the teasing voice of Isabelle. He heard Fleur exhale sharply through her nose.

“I know ‘e won't. Doesn't mean I like the idea of Gabrielle getting zat close. She ‘as made it clear zat she is interested. I do wish you ‘adn't told ‘er about your time with ‘im in such detail…”

“I notice you did not zay zat you vere not jealous, Mon Ami…” followed by giggling and a noticeable silence from Fleur.

Harry sighed while glancing briefly at the Veela currently hugging his arm. Her face was clearly flushed, and she was pointedly looking at the various displays they passed as they were walking through the trophy hall.

“Hero worship, I suspect. Like Ginny used to be, only more confident. I'm gonna have to be a bit careful…”

The tour concluded with the group winding their way to the very top of the Astronomy tower. The views from here were breathtaking, and even Fleur looked out over the mountainous scenery with a hint of respect.

“I ‘ave to admit, ze grounds are beautiful. I'm looking forward to ze outside tour…once it's warmed up, ov course.”

Gabrielle tilted her head, looking over to the vast forest that covered a third of the view. “That place looks less pleasant…it's all foggy and dark.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged a brief glance. “Er…yeah. That's the "Forbidden Forest”. Were you not warned about that when you arrived?”

At the group's various replies in the negative, Harry rolled his eyes. “Of course you weren't. Just…don't go in there. Trust me. It's called forbidden for a reason.”

Krum turned to look at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “Zat just makes us curious. Vhat is in zere that is so bad?”

Harry shrugged. “I mean, you're not wrong. Some students still go in there out of curiosity sometimes. Though, not too deep, thankfully. There's a centaur herd that doesn't take kindly to trespassers. As well as unicorns, threstrals, hippogriffs…”

The group nodded along, and Harry saw Gabrielle's eyes light up at the fact there were unicorns in there.

“...dugbogs…oh, and a massive acromantula colony in the middle” he ended, watching with some amusement as several of their faces drained a little of their colour.

“Acromantula? A colony?! ‘Ow many is zere?” Josephine asked, frowning in the direction of the forest. It suddenly seemed much more imposing to them now. 

“I don't know, a few hundred maybe? I didn't exactly count them” Harry said, looking out with a small frown, missing the exchange of worried looks passing between the visitors. Acromantula were classed as XXXXX class creatures for a reason. To know there were so many nearby was concerning.

Hermione didn't though. “Dont worry, they never leave the forest. Hagrid keeps a close eye on them. Just…another reason not to venture too far in, yes?” she said with a reassuring smile.

The group returned her smile, though it was clear not all of them were fully convinced. “So…ze fact you know zey are zere suggests you ‘ave a story to tell, ‘Arry” Isabelle said with a smirk on her face.

Harry snorted softly. “Not really. I would rather forget it, to be honest.” He turned and started heading back towards the stairs. “Well, I think that concludes the tour of the castle. Anywhere we can go without a password at least. I'm not sure McGonagall would be happy if I took you in to see the Gryffindor tower, but I could always ask…”

Harry felt a soft body step up behind him, before a pair of arms found their way around her chest from behind. 

“Awww, you didn't even show us a single bedroom, Harry. I'm sooo dissapointed…” came Isabelle's voice from directly next to his ear. He felt her warm breath on his neck, and her large breasts were noticeable as they squashed against his back.

Harry swallowed with difficulty. “I er…hadn't thought you would want to?” he replied hesitantly.

“Such poor hospitality. After so much walking and stairs, I think we need some…rest” Isabelle said, the amusement clear in her voice. Her hands had started making lazy circles on his abs, a small noise of appreciation coming from her throat as she did.

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the group.

Krum was noticeably avoiding looking at the pair, his stoic frown firmly in place. Though Harry swore the corners of his mouth were fighting to prevent a slight upturn. Josephine simply looked resigned, apparently expecting Isabelle to pull something like this at some point.

Elena looked eager, eyeing Harry up and down with something akin to hunger. Gabrielle had a similar, if slightly muted look as she seemed torn between joining the hug or staying put.

Fleur's expression was the hardest to decipher. She had a frown, suggesting she disagreed with Isabelle’s forwardness. Despite this…her eyes were slightly dilated, and her breathing slightly laboured.

Now that Harry was paying attention, the ambient amount of allure in the air was starting to increase as some of the members slackened their control slightly.

This was having a visible effect on Hermione, whose eyes were darting between him and Isabelle, as well as the other veela.

Josephine sighed. “Why am I not surprised? Just…make sure they are back before lunch, I don't want to have to explain where they are to Madam Maxine.” She said, walking past the group with Krum in tow.

As she passed by Elena, she grabbed her arm and started to also move her towards the exit. “Wait? What! No, Josephine, I'm staying!” the petite veela said, trying and failing to prevent the stronger, taller girl from moving her away.

“And you still need to explain to me why you zought going commando during your routine yesterday vas a good idea. Consider zis your punishment. ‘Onestly, your lucky zat noone reported you for breaking ze Act…”

Their voices quietened as they disappeared down the tower, the sound of Elena's protests taking the longest to cease.

Fleur was next to draw attention to herself with an awkward cough. “Vell, don't let us keep you from your fun, Isabelle. Come, Gabrielle. We shall return to ze carriage for now.”

Gabrielle shook her head vehemently. “Non! I vant to stay. Isabelle told me ‘ow good ‘er time vas last time! I vant to know for myself.”

Isabelle purred from behind Harry, her hands now having found their way under his shirt and feeling up his chest directly. “Mmm, she's not wrong. It's been over a month and I'm still thinking about it…will you help show her, ‘Arry?”

Fleur looked torn, especially as she glanced at his belly and trail of fine hair that disappeared beneath his waistline that was now being shown off by Isabelle's explorations lifting the front of his shirt.

Harry wasn't quite sure how to react. He certainly didn't want her to stop…but he didn't want to upset Fleur either. So he placed his hands over Isabelle's to pause her movements.

“Let's not make any hasty decisions.” He stepped away from her, earning a slight grumble as she was forced to let him go and lost his body heat in the cooler tower.

He stepped in front of Gabrielle, looking down at her with a soft smile. He saw Fleur look ready to step forward, but she hesitated when Hermione stood next to her and put a gentle hand on her elbow.

“Gabrielle…tell me. Why? Why do you want to do that with me? You barely know me.”

The youngest of the group looked up, her face flushing slightly before she looked down shyly. “Because you are ‘ot. Because Izzy said you vere gentle, and could be a good pick for my first time…”

Harry could feel the glare that Fleur gave her cousin at this, though Isabelle simply smiled unrepentantly.

“And?” Harry prompted, kneeling down so he was now lower than her, forcing her lowered gaze to look at him again.

She paused, before replying. “Because you saved me. I owe you…” she said, her eyes watering slightly as she remembered the forest. The poachers. The Fiend Fyre…

Harry sighed. “And that is why we can't Gabrielle.” As she looked up with a hurt expression, he raised a hand to stop her denials. “Not yet, anyway. If you want to do anything like that with me…it's got to be because you want to. Not because you feel you have to.”

Gabrielle looked up at him properly, her eyes shining with the unshed tears. “How vill I know? I zink I want to now. I really liked the tour, and I really like you. And I'm so ‘orny I could cry…” she said this last one while squirming slightly, her legs rubbing together in need.

Harry looked around, slightly lost as to how to answer that. Fleur was looking at him in curiosity, as if trying to puzzle why he would actively turn down such interest from her sister, but seeming glad that he had.

“Then why don't you watch?”

The three Veela and Harry looked towards Hermione, who looked very conscious all of a sudden. “Excusez moi?” came Gabrielle's reply.

“Watch. For yourself. See if what Harry and Isabelle do is something you think you would enjoy. No pressure, just…learning. Harry could be a teacher, of sorts.”

Fleur huffed. “And vould you vant to ‘ave an audience?”

Harry shrugged. “Wouldn't be the first time.”

Isabelle gasped, bouncing over and hugging a visibly embarrassed Hermione. “So that's what I could feel. You are attracted to him, you just like watching more! You kinky girl!” 

Hermione just blushed deeper, but kept eye contact with Fleur. “Harry won't do anything Gabrielle doesn't want to. He's proven that. And what safer way to introduce Gabrielle?”

Fleur looked between her cousin, Harry and Gabrielle who was looking at her with puppy eyes. Eventually, she sighed. “Fine. But I am going to be zere too.”

Gabrielle whooped, before running up and hugging her sister around the middle. Isabelle just laughed. “Like you don't just want to see Harry ruin me again too. Now, what are we waiting for? Lead the way, stud!”

Harry just gave a fond smile, exchanging a final raised eyebrow at Hermione. She simply beamed, clearly ecstatic at this turn of events.

“Very well. I think I know just the place.”

Harry started heading back down into the castle proper. Isabelle stepped up to immediately take up his hand, resting her head upon his shoulder.

“Thanks, ‘Arry. I zink Fleur needs zis almost more zan Gabby does.”

Harry glanced over his shoulder, seeing the sisters engaged in a hushed conversation. As said conversation was in French, he had no idea what was being said. Still based on Fleur's blush and Hermione's amusement, he wasn't very concerned.

“I wouldn't be comfortable doing anything that the participants are uncomfortable doing. But, I think even if Gabrielle isn't sure what she wants yet, I'm confident she does want to find out. I'll help with that.”

Harry led them down several floors. He could have taken them to the room of requirement on the seventh floor…but he wasn't quite ready to share that secret yet with the Beauxbaton witches. No matter how perfect a bedroom it could create.

No, instead, he led the group to the same abandoned classroom that had seen recent use by himself, Lavender and Parvati. 

He knew it was clean, and had a wide variety of furniture to hand. Including, most importantly, a bed. Only yesterday, he had visited in order to make sure that this was still the case, as he had originally intended to spend time with Ginny on a date, before he had been unexpectedly recruited by the Veela to give him a tour.

He had also removed the pole in the middle…he wasn't sure if Ginny would appreciate it or not, so decided to play it safe. Though he was very glad he had now.

As he opened the door to allow them entry, the three Veela looked around in interest. “Oh yes, this will do nicely…” Isabelle said as she did a lazy spin, taking in the large bed to the side of the room, as well as the same large circular sofa that was originally pointing towards the raised stage.

She then reached behind herself and pulled on the cords of her corset, loosening it and causing it to fall away from her frame, her large breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed from their confines. 

“Isabelle! At least let us lock the door!” Fleur chastised, as she turned and began casting several silencing spells at the door.

“Fuck zat. I don't care who knows I'm ‘aving a good time. Let zem be jealous, I've waited long enough.”

Isabelle then grabbed Harry by the arm, walking him back towards the bed while simultaneously trying to get his shirt up and over his head, much to his amusement.

“Hey, hey, there's no rush. I'm not going anywhere” he chuckled, lifting his arms and helping get his shirt off. He heard a soft gasp from the direction of the girls, most likely Gabrielle. But he was a bit distracted as Isabelle started running her hands up and down his chest while also leaning in to kiss his pec and nipple.

Harry wasn't going to stay idle. He ran his hands down her slim waist, brushing over her breasts briefly before holding her hips and pulling her close for a kiss.

Their hips ground against each other, and even through their clothes they could tell just how aroused the other was. His member strained against its confines and pressed against her skirt.

Isabelle moaned into the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth and finding a fight on its hands as he reciprocated. Even during this, Isabelle made a conscious effort to turn them to the side to give their audience an unobstructed view.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle was watching with rapt attention, eyes wide and slightly dilated as she watched the pair grind and kiss. Fleur, having finished silencing the room, wasn't faring much better.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at their expressions. “You can stand there if you want. I, for one, am going to get comfortable.”

She then walked around to the front of the curved sofa, taking a seat with a direct view of the action. She then shucked off her jacket, leaving her thin white shirt and obviously erect nipples on full display.

Gabrielle blinked, before hurrying around to join her. She sat in the middle of the sofa, her legs currently tucked up beneath her. Her eyes never left the scene playing out in front of her. By now, Harry had sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Isabelle into his lap. She kneeled upon him, eagerly grinding herself against him still. Their kiss had yet to break.

Fleur hesitated the longest, but eventually sat to the other side of Gabrielle. She was attempting to appear unbothered by the situation, but the slight squirm of her thighs and the rise in her allure was making it pretty obvious to Hermione that she was just as aroused by the sight as her sister.

Isabelle finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily as a string of saliva still connected them. “Damn, you've gotten better at that. Have you had lots of practice recently?" 

At Harry's slightly contrite look, she simply smirked. “Good. I love a man that has experience. Show me, Harry.”

Harry nodded firmly, before rolling them over without any warning. Isabelle giggled, before moaning as he latched his mouth over her nipple and sucking gently.

His hand meanwhile, started pulling her skirt down. Once removed, he threw the article of clothing to the side. He then started trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing to tongue her belly button, much to Isabelle's enjoyment.

“Yes…fuck yes. Taste me, ‘Arry. I want your tongue deep in my…*urk*” she shuddered as he reached her smooth mound and did exactly as asked, diving in and lapping at her moist folds as he pulled her panties off to the side.

For several minutes, he kissed and sucked, occasionally making her jolt as he flicked her clit with his tongue. But he never let her cum, instead keeping her right on the edge and backing off when he sensed her getting close.

“You beautiful bastard…no one's dared edge me before. Please, please make me cum. Do that thing with your tongue!” she held his head firmly, keeping him trapped between her thighs and preventing him from backing off. She was clearly chasing her first orgasm.

“Well, she knows what she wants, time to give it to her…”

Harry focused, the hissed parseltongue. “How much can you take?”

Isabelle froze, locked up by the sensation. Her eyes widened, and a keening sound started building in her throat. “Hoooo Merde! S'il te plaît! I'm going to.. “ her words were cut off as he hissed again, this time directly against her clit.

She thundered over the edge, unable to hold his head anymore as she shook and writhed from the stimulation, her torso lifting from the mattress in an arc. 

Harry grasped her bottom firmly, keeping her firmly attached to his lips as he continued to hiss and drive her crazy.

A burst of fluid gushed out as she squirted directly against his mouth and tongue. Though he valiantly tried to swallow it, enough escaped to thoroughly soak the sheets beneath her.

After a moment, Isabelle finally took a deep breath again before slumping to the bed bonelessly. Harry let her recover, avoiding over stimulating her and choosing to simply kiss her damp thighs instead.

Over by the sofa, the Veela sisters were in shock. “I ‘ave never seen such an orgasm before…” Fleur said in a soft voice. Gabrielle just nodded. Both girls were then distracted by a soft moan and a wet schlucking sound to their side. 

Turning, they were treated to the sight of Hermione having hiked her skirt up to her waist, spreading her legs and pulling her thong to the side as she worked two fingers into herself as she watched.

Feeling their eyes on her, Hermione looked their way before shrugging. “What? If I'm watching, you better believe I'm going to enjoy myself.”

Gabrielle's reaction was to pull her own skirt up, before leaning back and spreading her own legs, showing off the soaked lace of her own panties.

“Gabrielle! Really?” Fleur chastised, but she made no movements to actually stop her. When it was clear that Gabrielle had completely ignored her outcry in favour of starting to rub her hand over her panty clad mound, she rolled her eyes and looked back at the pair in the bed.

By now, Isabelle has recovered, smiling down at Harry with glee. “That was amazing. But, you better not think I'm done yet. Get up here!”

Harry stood up and began kneeling on either side of her body. With deft hands, Isabelle released his belt buckle, flinging the offending length of leather away before tugging his trousers down, pants included.

Harry's painfully hard erection bounced free, standing at attention between them. Isabelle's eyes lit up. “I ‘ad almost forgotten just ‘ow large you are.” She spat into her own hand, before grabbing his length and gently pumping him, applying her saliva as a makeshift lube.

Harry groaned at the sensation. “Careful, even I'm struggling to hold back…your allure is getting stronger, Isabelle…”

The blonde simply smiled wider, before a wall of unrestrained allure impacted him. This wasn't like before, where she was trying to control him. It was simply her full lust, unfiltered. Her hair seemed to almost glow, as did her skin. And her pupils dilated and the blue colour of her iris intensified.

“Good, I know you can take it. Now, you better not hold back…”

Harry growled, leaning over her and nipping her neck, sucking a hickey into her unblemished skin while lining himself up to her slick entrance. 

“I thought you told Gabrielle how gentle I was, and here you are begging me to pin you down and make you scream…” he whispered into her ear, before biting her lobe gently.

Isabelle responded by lifting her legs up, folding them behind his back and locking them in place. “With her, you would be, I bet. But I'm not a virgin. I'm not Gabrielle, am I?”

“No, you're not.” Harry then thrusted down, forcing over half his length into her and stretching her out with his girth in one brutal move.

Isabelle threw her head back. “Yes! Do it, you beast!”

 Harry then started setting a fast but steady pace, fucking Isabelle into the mattress, much to her obvious delight. The sound of her moans and the slapping of their thighs as they connected over and over echoing around the room.

By now, Hermione was full on pumping her pussy, curling her fingers and chasing her own orgasm. Her shirt was now open, allowing her to pinch her own nipples and tug her piercings gently.

Gabrielle was not much better, having long since removed her panties and starting to finger herself. Hermione smirked at the sight of her staring at the destruction of her cousin happening in front of her.

“Isn't it beautiful?” Hermione said, and when Gabrielle nodded, she leaned closer. “Why don't you get a closer look?” Gabrielle glanced at her briefly, before smiling widely and hopping up from the sofa.

Hermione felt her pulse spike at the sight of her tight ass bouncing away to take up position directly next to the bed, now able to watch from the side and see everything much, much clearer.

“You are a terrible influence” Fleur muttered from the other end of the sofa. Hermione laughed. “Perhaps. But I can understand her fascination. I wish I had had this sort of opportunity to figure out what I liked. The first few times were…embarrassing, to say the least.”

Fleur looked back at the sight of Harry now planting his feet on the bed and squatting over Isabelle, giving him a better angle to drive his length deeper into Isabelle's pussy. He either hadn't noticed Gabrielle getting much closer, or didn't care.

“Great. Now there's no way she won't want to have a go with ‘im. Not after seeing ‘ow well ‘e ‘andles Isabelle.”

“And is that a bad thing?” Hermione asked, still slowly pumping her fingers, but being too invested in the conversation to allow herself to cum just yet.

Fleur didn't answer immediately, before she sighed. “Non. It is not.”

On the bed, Isabelle was losing herself to the sensations. Harry was now deep enough to be brushing against her cervix with each stroke, and the sensation was scratching an itch she didn't even know she had. She could feel her biggest orgasm yet building slowly in her core.

Lolling her head to the side, her eyes widened at seeing Gabrielle's face mere inches away, watching their joining  while panting in arousal.

“Ooh shit. You really vanted a good view huh? Vanted to see your cousin get fucked so ‘ard she can't stand?” She screamed as a particularly deep thrust caught her off guard, thumping her into the bed and stealing her breath. A short “Sorry” was all that Harry said before he continued his pace while avoiding that same angle again.

Gabrielle nodded, eyes focused on her taut belly as it bounced outward with each of his thrusts. “‘e is so big…’ow will I fit ‘im?”

“You will Gabby, you just need to…need to…”

Isabelle felt the coiled spring that was her impending orgasm snap. She failed to end her sentence as it crashed through her, her muscles clenching so tightly that Harry had to temporarily slow his thrusting from the extra resistance.

“Shit, that's tight. I'm getting close, Isabelle” Harry warned. While aware of Gabrielle, he was doing his best to simply act as if she wasn't there. Not that he had performance anxiety, just that he didn't want to influence her choice in any way.

Isabelle had no such restrictions. “Do it, cum inside ‘Arry!” Harry sped up, fucking her through the aftershocks of her orgasm and rapidly reaching his own.

Just before he came, however, Isabelle did something that shocked him. With a swiftness he wasn't expecting, as he thrust his final time and his balls clenched…she pulled him out!

Not just that, she quickly guided his length off to the side…directly at Gabrielle! He had no opportunity to react or prevent his load from surging forth…and neither did Gabrielle.

One moment, she was watching them fucking, the next, her eyes widened as she stared down the length of his glistening cock as it throbbed and a surge of cum impacted into her face. She flinched slightly, but still got hit by the second burst…and the third. 

By the time his orgasm slowed and the last of his cum dribbled out over Isabelle's hand, Gabrielle had been thoroughly glazed by his seed.

The room paused, the only sound that of the laboured breathing from both Harry and Isabelle. Then, Isabelle snorted in laughter. “Oh wow! Zat vas a big load! Sorry Gabrielle, I ‘adn't realised he vould give you a one man bukkake zere.”

Harry sighed and reached for his wand that was still in his trousers on the floor. “Sorry Gabrielle. I didn't think she would do that. Let me help with that…”

Before he could vanish the cum, Gabrielle raised her hand up to stop him. He paused, watching in curiosity as she wiped the cum from her eyes before she blinked up at him with a wide smile. 

“Magnifique.” Gabrielle then brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted the cum from her fingers. She scrunched her face up in consideration, before shrugging and licking more off.

Isabelle snorted. “Acquired taste, huh?” She then darted forwards and licked some off of her cheek, as Gabrielle giggled at the feeling of her tongue. “Though, at least ‘Arry’s tastes better zan some.”

Behind them, the sound of a sharp clap rang out as Fleur stood up. “Right, I zink zat is enough…education, oui? Ve must be going, or ve vill be late for lunch” she managed to say with a surprisingly steady tone despite her flushed appearance.

Behind her, Hermione was pulling her soaked thong back into place beneath her skirt.

Gabrielle groaned. “But Fleur! I now know vat I vant!” Fleur rolled her eyes, before flicking her own wand and vanishing the remaining cum from Gabrielle's face, much to her visible disappointment.

“I know vat you vant. But, I vant to not get on Josephine's bad side. So, it vill ‘ave to vait.”

Gabrielle sighed, standing and starting to straighten her corset and skirt to appear more presentable. She sulked about it, but still walked over to her sister.

Harry went to stand up to also get dressed, but a set of long legs hooked behind him once more.

“And where do you zink you are going? One round isn't nearly enough to satisfy moi, Ma Cherie” Isabelle said, leaning up to kiss his jawline.

“Madam Maxine won't be happy if she notices you're not there, Isabelle.” Fleur chided. Her response was Isabelle giving her the middle finger, before she kissed Harry deeply and rolled them over so that she was now on top of him, his recovered length now pressing against her entrance once more.

Fleur just threw her arms up, before turning and pulling a reluctant Gabrielle from the room. “Fine, don't expect me to cover for you, you sex crazed fiend”

Hermione shook her head fondly, glancing back one more time at the pair as Isabelle sat down and engulfed his cock with her folds once more.

“Good luck, Harry. I feel like you may have just met your match…” she then exited, following the Veela sisters towards the great hall.

“Soo…was that everything you hoped it was?” she asked them casually, determined not to let their shared voyeur experience make things awkward between them.

Fleur remained quiet, but Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically. “Oui. I now know vat I vant next!”

“Oh? And what is that?” Hermione asked with a smile, confident she already knew the answer.

Gabrielle spun around, smiling at her as she walked backwards. “I vant to see ‘Arry fuck my sister!”

Fleur stumbled on the stairs, while Hermione laughed with glee. She hadn't known the answer…but she was never more happy to be wrong!