August 2026's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Fleur - Modelling (Patreon)

The day that Harry gave up on the magical world was the fourth time that someone had broken into his home.

He’d awoken to a woman screaming his name and literally jumping into bed with him, trying to hug and kiss him. He’d managed to hold her off and learnt from her that she’d hidden herself inside of a box with an Undetectable Extension Charm that she had sent via owl to his home. He’d learnt after the second break-in attempt to have his mail screened, but evidently whoever was doing that job believed the package to be innocent.

And therein lied the problem.

Magic was a wonderfully powerful and creative force. No matter what protections he tried to establish to maintain his privacy, there were always going to be people who found unique ways to circumvent it unless he chose to lock himself away underneath a Fidelius Charm and never left his home again.

The first people to break into his house were actually Death Eaters shortly after the war ended. They’d stolen hairs from Andromeda Tonks’ head during a busy day in Diagon Alley and used Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as her. His wards hadn’t been quite as sophisticated at the time, so they’d allowed them in. They’d tried to kill him, but Harry fought back and stopped them. The Auror response had been swift and powerful. Minister Shacklebolt promised to personally ensure his protection, but he said he needed a bit of time to settle into his new office first.

The second time had been from a crazed fangirl who’d woken him up with a blowjob. Seeing as he was single at the time, it’d been quite the surprising morning. He’d stopped her before things got too far and eventually learnt that she’d gotten in by tricking his house-elf Kreacher, disguising herself as a pure-blooded witch who had an appointment with him. He reached out to Minister Shacklebolt again. The man met with Harry and promised that more would be done by the month’s end. Nothing ever happened.

The third time had been even worse than the rest. Harry had been out at a pub with friends when a few witches came up to their table to chat them up. One of them had given him her address on a piece of parchment. He hadn’t thought to realise that the parchment was set as an anchor point for a portkey. Given that he was the one who brought it into his house, his wards assumed that it was safe. Harry sent in a letter to Minister Shacklebolt. He received a reply from one of the man’s secretaries asking Harry to attend a fundraiser.

Only a couple of Aurors showed up on that last time. They seemed bored as they took the statements of the four women who’d suddenly appeared in his dining room.

And today, on the fourth break-in he’d had in the past two months since Voldemort died, the sole Auror who showed up had the gall to joke with him about the whole encounter.

Harry didn’t find any of this funny. Anyone who broke in could be a Death Eater in disguise or someone who wished him ill. Even if most of them seemed innocent, it was still an invasion of privacy. He was always swarmed in public, never able to take more than two steps before someone stopped him, and now he couldn’t even find peace in his house.

There was no hope of getting any support from the Ministry of Magic. He’d fought so hard to help rid the corruption within, but the institution remained as ineffective as ever. If they were only going to dedicate a single Auror to his protection and continue to ignore his pleas for assistance in protecting his residence, then he was done.

Harry disappeared from the wizarding world that day.

He kept in loose contact with a few people like his friends and especially Bill Weasley, who personally maintained Harry’s wards on Grimmauld Place. But for everyone else, he’d effectively vanished.

Kreacher visited him monthly and reminded him about the endless stack of letters waiting for him back at home, but Harry had chosen a new path.

Harry travelled through the muggle world at his whims. He first spent two months in Portugal before he was recognised. Then, he flew off to Brazil and travelled south through Paraguay and Argentina before he headed off to Namibia and then India. He spent nearly three months living in China before he made brief visits to Norway and Estonia. The only time someone nearly tracked him down was when his owl-redirection charms had worn off, but he’d gotten used to reapplying protective enrichments like that on a fixed schedule now.

Then, he found himself driving a blue Jaguar from Brussels down to Paris. The journey took him a couple of days due to the long route and plenty of stops along the way, but he was quite pleased to enter the beautiful city when he finally got there.

He took his time driving down the many streets of Paris, familiarising himself with various sections of the city, and imagining himself living here. In fact, after only a couple of hours, he decided that this would be his new home city for a while. After all, he had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago and had yet to stop anywhere long enough to celebrate it.

With the funds in his Gringotts account, it was quite easy to rent a flat out a bit north of the River Seine. It was a beautiful place full of rich heritage and countless places to explore. He hired an interior designer to furnish his flat for him and started spending his days exploring the streets of Paris.

It wasn’t until the middle of his second week in the city that he detected his first signs of magic.

He was strolling through Bois de Boulogne, an enormous park, when he felt a flare of masculine hunger take hold of him. His eyes scanned around the wide trail in the middle of the public park and only saw a few families walking around nearby, but he noticed that all of the men were swivelling their heads like they were searching for something… or someone.

Harry quickly remembered a similar sensation he’d felt a few years ago at the Quidditch World Cup. It was a Veela’s allure. It was something that, without proper willpower, couldn’t dominate your senses. You’d be filled with a sudden rush of overconfidence and a desire to prove your worth to whomever was generating the allure. Men would do anything from showing off their muscles, demonstrating impressive talents, or creating grand feats of magic to draw a Veela’s attention. But those aware of what was going on or powerful enough to resist the effects would be able to hold back as Harry had back then.

Closing his eyes, he felt a thrum of magic coming from the west.

Suddenly, he broke off of the path and started following his senses.

Harry walked between tall trees until he neared a small lake. There were people on boats rowing up and down the peaceful waters and even more sat along the banks of the water, enjoying the day. He knew that he was getting closer to the source of the allure based on the increased agitation in the men around him.

Following along the shore, Harry eventually passed through a bramble to find a small clearing along the shore. A muggle camera had been set up on a tripod with a picnic blanket right before it, alongside an opened suitcase that was full of clothes. Further back was a silvery-blond-haired woman quietly waving off a few men who’d poked their heads in from the tree line. As they left, she turned towards Harry, clearly intent on getting rid of him as well. But then her eyes widened as she took him in.

“Harry?” She asked, surprised.

“Fleur?” Harry blinked, just as surprised as she was.

It’d been years since he’d last seen Fleur. After the Triwizard Tournament, she’d returned home to France to recover and carry on with her own life. She’d sent him a letter a few weeks after the school-year’s end to thank him for everything that he’d done, but he hadn’t seen her since. They exchanged letters maybe once a year or so, and Harry suddenly feared that one of the letters waiting for him back at Grimmauld Place may be one of hers.

“What are you doing here?” She laughed coming over to greet him with a tight hug.

“I thought I was due a visit to France after hearing so much about it from you,” Harry replied, hugging her back.

As they stepped apart, Harry finally got a good look at Fleur. She was looking good in her cream-coloured off-the-shoulder dress. The translucent sleeves were airy and flowing just like the skirt, but a matching woven high up on her waist made the dress really pop and show off her curves beautifully. Her skin was just barely starting to see some colour from the sun, and her smile was brilliantly wide. There was a sparkle to her eyes that Harry hadn’t seen in someone in a long time. It was a look of pure joy.

“You should have told me that you were coming,” Fleur chastised him lightly. “I would have organised a whole itinerary for you.”

“I’m sure it would’ve been lovely, but I’ve been trying to keep my head down,” Harry grimaced. “You know, staying out of the spotlight.”

“I’ve heard,” she replied with a look of understanding. “I think it’s good that you’re out seeing the world. Are you planning on staying in France for long?”

“Who knows,” Harry admitted with a shrug. He glanced off at the peaceful waters nearby. “I never really have a plan for stuff like this. I walk around and see whatever catches my fancy. Then, I just wake up one day and decide to leave.”

Fleur looked a bit disappointed at hearing that. “Then we’ll have to make the most of the time that you are here. You won’t mind me keeping you company I hope? It’s always good to spend time with a friendly face.”

“I’d love to hang out with you,” Harry replied with a smile. “We’ve probably got lots to catch up on. Speaking of which, what are you doing out here with all of this stuff?”

Fleur’s eyes glanced over to the camera and the picnic blanket and the clothes strewn about. “Actually, I’ve decided to leave the magical world behind for a time too. Things have been… complicated, shall we say. Relations between Veela and the rest of the magical community here in France are a bit delicate at the moment, so I thought it would be best to make a name for myself somewhere else where I won’t be judged for who I am.”

Harry sympathised with that greatly. He would never change who he was or what he’d done in his life, but it was difficult always feeling like you were the centre of attention even when you weren’t doing anything besides normal, day-to-day stuff.

“I was looking for work when a scout for a modelling agency spotted me,” Fleur continued. “She thought I would make a perfect candidate for their spring line next year, but apparently there’s a lot of competition. She wanted me to take some photos and send them to her, but I’ve been having a bit of trouble as you probably noticed.”

“Your allure was quite strong,” Harry nodded.

Fleur let out a sigh. “Spring is meant to be fun and playful, a way to release all of those pent-up feelings of wanting to express yourself during the cold winter months. I was trying really hard to be cute, but it just wasn’t working. Then I thought about something a bit sexier with pinning my hair up, showing a bit of leg, you know. I guess I got a little caught up in imagining myself like that. I didn’t even realise that I’d let my allure loose until some men came up to talk to me.”

“Now that you’re aware of it, do you think that you could keep it under control?” Harry asked her.

“I don’t know,” Fleur answered, a bit of frustration slipping out. “I’d like to try again, but I’m worried it’ll just cause more problems.”

“Maybe you’ve already got some good photos,” Harry suggested. “Have you taken a look at any of them?”

“No,” Fleur said as she went over and picked up the camera. It was a digital one that looked quite expensive. Fleur fiddled with the buttons before the screen on the back lit up with the pictures she’d taken before.

As she cycled through them, Harry quickly realised that none were going to work. He wasn’t a photography expert by any means, but Fleur looked awkward and stiff in all of them, and she wasn’t even centred in most of them. She was frowning by the time they reached the last of the photos.

“I’m a failure,” she groaned.

“Let’s not go that far,” Harry said gently. “This is your first time trying this out, right?”

Fleur nodded sadly.

“Maybe you just need to hire someone to take photos for you,” Harry suggested. “That way, you don’t have to set up all of the shots and can just focus on the modelling part of it.”

“But there’s still the problem of my allure,” Fleur pointed out. “I’ve only ever met a few people, men or women, who can resist the effects of my allure…”

As she trailed off, her eyes sparkled as realisation came to her. She gave him a hopeful look and put on a brilliant smile as he caught up with where her mind was at.

Harry held his hands up in surrender. “I don’t know the first thing about taking pictures—”

“It’s not that hard,” Fleur insisted. “And I really need some help here. Besides, you said it yourself that you don’t exactly have plans for while you’re here. I’d just need you to take a few photos of me that I can send in.”

“This seems like something that—”

“You’re my friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Harry sighed.

“Friends help each other out, don’t they?”

“They do, but—”

“It’s settled then,” Fleur grinned, hooking her arm through his. “Let’s pack all of this up and go somewhere else to take the photos in case any more people come wandering over here. You’re staying at a hotel, yes?”

Well, he had been looking for an excuse to practice his protective enchantments and wards on hiding magical sensitivity from anyone outside of his rooms.

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Fleur was quite curious as she watched him work. She knew quite a bit about enchantments, but Harry used a lot of esoteric ones that she wanted explanations for. He talked while he worked, getting the room set up perfectly so that no one would notice anything going on here.

Harry had a grand suite all to himself at the top of a hotel not too far from the Arc de Triomphe. It was a very luxurious and expensive place, but he had quite a bit of gold to spend thanks to his inheritances from the Potter and Black families along with the sizable gift he was given by the Ministry of Magic. He had enough to live a very lavish lifestyle for the rest of his days if he wanted to.

Once Harry finished the last rune, he felt a thrum of magical energy wash over him.

“That should do it,” he declared.

“Excellent!” Fleur clapped her hands together. “Is it time for the photo shoot now?”

“Yes,” Harry said as he picked up the digital camera. He’d toyed around with it for a few minutes earlier and had Fleur show him how it worked. “Do whatever you need to in order to get comfortable. If you have to let your allure loose, go for it. I’ll be fine.”

“Where should I start?” Fleur asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry replied. “They’re your photos.”

“But you’re the photographer!” Fleur pointed out. “You’ve got to find the right spots for me where the lighting is good.”

Well, if it was good lighting she wanted.

“Let’s start by the windows then,” Harry said, gesturing over to them. “Maybe stand beside the curtain looking outside.”

“At what?”

“Anything. Just… try to look like you’re waiting for someone or something like that,” Harry said as he moved into position. He wasn’t sure if this was exactly how it was supposed to go, but it seemed like a decent way to start.

Fleur took her place by the window, one hand up holding the side of the curtain as she peered out through the open window. Harry crouched down and positioned himself so that you could just barely catch a glimpse of the blue sky through the window—it complemented her eyes perfectly.

“You’re looking a bit too serious,” Harry told her when he saw her brow starting to furrow. “Just relax.”

Fleur sucked in a deep breath and released it. Then, for just an instant, the shot was there. She looked absolutely stunning standing there with the sunlight shining in on her and her gaze focused in on some distant point. Harry snapped several quick photos and then repositioned again, but by the time he had, Fleur had fallen into a funk again.

“I don’t know if this is going to work,” Fleur sighed.

“It already is,” Harry assured her, quickly bringing up the photos he’d just taken. “Look at these. They’re great.”

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she saw the photos of herself. “Is this really me?”

“You were perfect,” Harry said. “The second you stopped overthinking things and just went with it, everything worked out. You just need to let go of your worries.”

“Easier said than done,” Fleur said with a hint of a smile. “Alright. Let’s keep going then.”

As they worked together, both of them got more comfortable with their work. Fleur had fewer gaffs and moments of self-consciousness while Harry became more confident in directing Fleur around and posing her as needed for the photos.

After a few outfit changes, they’d collected well over a hundred photos together. They’d find the best ones within and send them off to the scout that Fleur was contracted with, but there was still one outfit to go.

Fleur came out of the bathroom in an off-grey, satin slip dress. Two thin straps ran over her shoulders to connect with the back just below her shoulder blades. The silky fabric flowed down her body perfectly, stopping dangerously high up on her thighs.

“I think a bedroom scene would look nice for this one,” Fleur said to Harry. “What do you think?”

“That’d be perfect,” he agreed. “Go up on the bed. I just need to delete a few excess pictures.”

Harry was in the middle of doing exactly that when he felt the tingle of something reach his mind. He glanced up and saw Fleur laying back on the bed on her side, trying to position herself so that she’d be staring up at a camera overhead. She was making pouty faces, trying to figure out how to look her best, and she was clearly starting to get relaxed enough to let her allure free.

All it took was a little bit of extra focus to shake the influence of her allure from his mind. He freed up some space on the memory card by getting rid of a bunch of test photos and then walked over to the bed, ready to get to work.

“How do I look, Harry?” She asked him just as she had a hundred times already today, but there was something different about her tone now. Her voice was a touch deeper and husky as she stared up at him through half-lidded eyes.

Was this how she looked when she brought a man home?

Harry shook the thought from his mind. He needed to be focused on this work.

“You look as perfect as ever,” he answered honestly as he found the spot he wanted to take the photos from.

He started taking photo after photo, occasionally directing Fleur to move a certain way while he tried to not pay attention to how much her dress was riding up.

After just a few more minutes, they were all done. Harry handed the camera over to Fleur in a hurry as he forced himself to take a step away from her to relax. Her allure was still pulsing through the room, but it wasn’t that which was making him so bothered. It was Fleur and her beauty and the way she looked up at him that was pushing him to his limits.

Fleur was practically squealing with joy as she looked through the photos they’d taken. “These are incredible! I can’t wait to get these sent in!”

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A week passed by before Fleur came back to his hotel. They’d seen each other most every day since their first photo shoot since Fleur insisted that she repay him by showing him around Paris and other parts of France. She took him down to the southern coast and up to a resort high up in the alps. It was all so wonderful; Harry truly loved visiting new places, and having Fleur around with him just made everything feel more fun and exciting.

He’d been out the morning that she arrived, taking in the sights around Paris, only to return back to his hotel to find Fleur waiting for him in the lobby. She had a disgruntled look about her, but when he tried to ask her if something was wrong, she just said that it was best said in private.

So, he brought her up quickly and took a seat on the sofa while she paced back and forth and started ranting.

“Apparently, they think I’m absolutely gorgeous!” Fleur exclaimed angrily.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Harry asked.

“If only,” Fleur snorted. “They said they wanted to hire me for the springtime shoot, but they’re only willing to offer me barely more than a single galleon per hour of work, and they’ll only guarantee me ten hours for the entire shoot! It’s ridiculous! They say that I’ll earn more after I’ve proved myself to them, but how long will that take? I could find waitressing work that paid more than that!”

Harry frowned in confusion. “How can they get away with paying people so little?”

“Apparently it’s normal for first timers,” Fleur threw her hands up in exasperation. “When I graduated from Beauxbatons, I had job offers lined up that would’ve paid me nearly three galleons. This isn’t enough money to live off of. I have my savings from when I worked at Gringotts, but it won’t last me forever. I need a better way to make money.”

“Did you try to negotiate with them at all?” Harry asked. “Is there a chance they could offer you steady work?”

“They’ll only do that if my work in the springtime is successful, but they won’t know for sure until closer to summer if they’d hire me again,” Fleur told him. “And I did try to see if they had any flexibility on the pay, but they just laughed at me. They said that if I wanted to make real money that I should get into nude photography for adult magazines.”

Harry grimaced. “That isn’t—”

“I think I might do it,” Fleur interjected.

“You… what?” Harry

“No matter what I do, people will always be obsessed with the way I look,” Fleur began. “Even if I could control my allure perfectly, I’m still a beautiful woman, and that draws a certain type of attention. I’ve heard horror stories from other Veela about their jobs in the magical world and how they get fetishised. I ended up writing to Playwizard and learned that they’ll do everything remotely. I can owl in photos for them and they’ll pay me incredibly well. Based on just a few of the photos you took that I sent to them, they promised me that they’d offer anywhere from twelve to thirty galleons per photograph they use, with the amount increasing beyond that if I become a regular.”

“That’s quite a bit more money,” Harry noted.

“And they’ve offered me a guarantee of a minimum of three photos per issue. The more risque the photo, the more they offer. And of course it depends if it’s a smaller photo or a larger one in the magazine, but still,” Fleur bounced with excitement. “It could be my way of earning a living. They put out magazines weekly, and they’ve guaranteed me slots in all of next month’s issues. I’d earn at least 800 euros next month! That’s enough to cover my rent! And if they like me, they’ll ask for more shoots. It’d take me months of work with the modelling job to earn that much.”

“But won’t you be worried about what people will think about you doing stuff like this?” Harry asked her.

“A bit,” Fleur admitted. “But people are not so judgemental here in France about things like this. I’ll still be judged for being a Veela regardless, and people will stare at my body regardless. Making money for all of this attention only seems fair.”

Harry couldn’t quite deny her that. He knew what it was like to be judged before someone ever met him. And if they were eyeing up Fleur with lecherous eyes, then why not let them see what they’d always wanted to see so long as she benefited from it too. After all, it was her choice.

“Have you already signed an agreement with them?” Harry asked.

“Not yet,” Fleur shook her head. “I need to get photos done first.”

“Are they going to send out someone to take them? Or are you going to do them yourself?” Harry asked.

“Actually…”

Fleur’s sly smile made Harry realise instantly what she was planning.

“Why does it always have to be me?”

“Because you are a wonderful photographer,” Fleur gushed. “I told you that the modelling agency loved the photos that you took. They even told me that they were of professional quality. You’d have a career in it if you wanted.”

“I’ll pass,” Harry replied. He didn’t particularly feel like getting tied down with a regular job quite yet.

“Even so, you know how to bring out the best of my beauty,” Fleur continued. “There isn’t anyone else I could ever imagine taking photos of me in such an intimate state, especially since I know from experience that it’ll be very difficult to control my allure.”

Harry was of two minds on the matter. The first was screaming at him to do this. Even if he messed everything up, the chance to see Fleur Delacour of all people naked was almost too much to bear. She was easily the most beautiful witch that he’d ever laid eyes on, and no amount of travelling the world had led him to find anyone more attractive than her. On the other hand, he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold himself back. What would happen if he suddenly lost control and tried to make a move on her? Could he even remain professional under circumstances like this? It wasn’t as though he’d ever really trained for a job like this.

“Please?” Fleur asked prettily, batting her eyelashes up at him.

Harry waffled back and forth for a few more seconds before he finally blurted out: “Okay.”

Fleur tackled him with a tight hug, and all Harry could think about was the curve of her breasts pressed against him and how they’d look when she was actually naked.

“Thank you,” she exclaimed, kissing his cheek. “This might be the start of a new career for me, and I know that you’ll be wonderful at taking my photos. Are you ready to get started or do you need a minute?”

“I’ll be alright,” Harry replied. “Do you want a robe or something to cover yourself up in between shoots or—?”

“Please, Harry, we’re very good friends now, don’t you think?” She giggled in his ear. “There’s no need for modesty, especially since you’ll be taking pictures of me naked soon enough. You just get the camera ready while I get undressed.”

It was hard to focus on the camera in his hands when he had Fleur Delacour undressing in front of him. The dress she was wearing had a hidden zipper at the back that she undid easily. The garment went slack and then suddenly fell down her body, pooling around her feet and revealing the lacy-white underwear she had on underneath. Her fingers worked quickly to unhook her bra before slipping through the waistband of her panties.

As Fleur shimmied her panties down her legs, her bra slipped forward down her arms. She let it fall away from her body as she kicked off her panties and then stood up tall and proud in the morning sunlight.

Every inch of Fleur’s skin was perfectly creamy and flawless. Her breasts sat high on her chest without a single hint of sag, topped with small, pretty pink nipples that were pebbling in the gentle chill in the room. Her waist was nice and slim, leading down to her wide hips and those deliciously long legs. There was the slightest gap between her thighs that made his attention flicker up to her perfectly-shaved pussy. There wasn’t a single hair around her pink lips.

Harry’s mouth dried up instantly, though he tried to maintain an air of nonchalance.

Fleur made her way over to the bed he’d been sleeping in night after night and climbed on top of it like it was hers. She propped herself up on one elbow while arching her back slightly, ensuring that her perky breasts stuck out beautifully. Her other hand formed a claw around her hip as she tugged her legs back a touch so that no one could see her pussy quite yet. The pose had the added effect of making her ass really pop when seen from the right angle.

Through her eyelashes, Fleur looked up at Harry with a smoldering gaze. “Is this alright?” She purred.

Harry nearly choked on his words. “It’s incredible.”

He fumbled with the camera for a few seconds, almost forgetting that his job was to take professional-style photos. He rapidly snapped a few off, moving around the bed as he found the perfect angles to capture Fleur’s beauty. She was a complete natural, rotating and finding just the right ways to highlight her body to its fullest. He barely needed to order her around, especially once he felt her allure start to stream out.

It was like a switch was flipped within Fleur the second that her allure flowed freely. Any of her self-doubt faded while her confidence tripled. She had no problem showing herself off and staring at the camera like it was a man she was ready to devour. Staring through the lens, Harry started to feel the intensity of her gaze, and he couldn’t help the way that his body reacted to it.

As Fleur rolled over onto her front, playfully covering her nipples while resting high enough that you could see the full curve of her breasts, she wiggled her butt at him. “Is this sexy enough, Harry?”

She knew it was, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear from him.

Harry wasn’t going to pretend that nothing was going on anymore.

“I can’t imagine anyone being more sexy than you,” he told her bluntly as he took another couple photos.

Something in Fleur’s eyes lit up then. It was like all of this playful teasing was becoming more real, and she was excited about it.

“Playwizard told me to be as explicit as I want to be, but they’ll decide what goes into the magazine,” she told him. “They even invited me to have a male partner to take some especially indecent photos. You wouldn’t happen to know of a fit wizard with a nice cock, do you?”

Harry responded by making his cock twitch in his pants. He was already semi hard, but staring at Fleur’s bubbly ass was making it hard to keep control of himself. She noticed his member bouncing around and promptly sat up, reaching for his belt.

“I think someone wants to join in,” she grinned up at him.

She fiddled with the buttons on the front of his trousers and undid them as quickly as she could. Harry leaned back and forth, helping them fall down his legs as Fleur pulled down his underwear too.

“Ah,” Fleur’s eyes widened as Harry’s thick cock came into view and snapped straight to attention over her head. He was still staring through the camera lens and grimaced as his cock blocked the light from hitting her face completely, but he supposed it did provide quite an enticing view. He snapped a photo of it before Fleur sat up straight.

Suddenly, Fleur nuzzled his cock from below. Harry took photo after photo of her rubbing his cock across her face and planting these cute little kisses all over his shaft and balls. She looked like a devilish minx who was just so desperate to be fucked that she’d do anything you asked of her. It was bound to be a hit in Playwizard.

“Remember, the focus is on the quality of the focus,” Harry had to remind Fleur as she started to get too into it.

“You’re right,” she giggled, recognising that she’d almost forgotten herself. She stared right up into the camera as she opened her mouth slightly just next to the tip of his cock. “How’s this?”

“Brilliant,” Harry said as he snapped off a couple of photos.

She moved closer again, just barely pressing her soft lips against his spongy head. “And this?”

“So good,” Harry gushed as he took a few more photos, willing himself to stop from making his cock jump in her mouth.

“And how about this?” Fleur asked before she took his cock halfway into her mouth.

Finally, Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a low groan and grabbed the back of Fleur’s head, holding her in place. Amusement danced in her eyes as Harry kept snapping off more pictures.

“You’re just trying to be a troublemaker now,” Harry told her as she pulled back to speak.

“If I'm in so much trouble, then maybe you should punish me,” Fleur continued teasing him. “Put me in my place.”

Finally, he came undone.

Harry flipped Fleur over onto her hands and knees, discarding the camera as he got her into position. He shoved her face down into his pillows and angled her back so that her ass and pussy were on full display. Then, as she was breathing heavily, he quickly snapped off a few pictures of her body before he positioned himself behind her and placed the tip of his cock against her wet, swollen slit. With barely any pressure, the tip of his cock started to slide past her lips, stretching her open. It was another perfect shot for the camera.

“Oh fuck,” Fleur shivered as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Fill me up, Harry, please. I can’t wait another second.”

He took a picture the second her face lit up with ecstasy as his cock filled her tight pussy to the brim.

It was incredible. Never before had a woman been able to take his raw, hard cock as easily as Fleur did. It didn’t matter how he fucked her with his girthy shaft, all that she felt was pleasure. Her inner walls molded to the shape of his cock and accommodated his size easily while still remaining so deliciously tight that it was difficult for him to remember to take pictures.

Still, he did what he’d been assigned to do and took wonderful photos of Fleur’s face as he drilled his cock as deep into her pussy as it could go. Other photos showed off the ripples that ran through her plump ass cheeks as he pounded away into her. Then, there were those that showed how her labia had to stretch wide around his shaft as he fucked her pussy relentlessly.

Half of the photos came out blurry, but Harry didn’t imagine that either of them cared. They were both too caught up in the passion of giving into one another to truly care. Besides, he knew that he’d gotten enough photos for a first shoot already.

So, Harry tossed the camera aside and grabbed tightly onto Fleur’s hips, intent on giving her everything he had up until the last moment.

Fleur jumped in surprise at his sudden grip. She was staring back at him with pure lust as he plowed into her again and again, but her gaze quickly became addled as the pleasure became too much for her. She let her head fall back onto the pillow as she moaned loudly, unable to do anything more than enjoy the sensation of Harry fucking her.

“So… good…” Fleur managed to get out.

Her legs were quivering fiercely as she strained to stay upright. Harry ensured that he was holding onto her strongly enough that should her body give out, she wouldn’t fall. Neither of them would want this to stop, but other matters took command.

Harry had never expected a Veela cumming around him to feel as unbelievable as it did. But the second it happened, his vision went dark as his eyes snapped shut and he rolled his head back. He roared something unintelligible as her pussy collapsed around his cock. Fleur squealed into the pillow, grabbing the mattress for support as her entire body trembled.

His own orgasm came far too soon for his liking, but there was nothing he could do about it. Harry pulled out quickly and fisted his cock, pumping his shaft quickly before he sprayed a thick layer of cum across Fleur’s ass. Thick streams of white cum dripped down her decadent curves, even spilling down in between her cheeks to coat her swollen labia.

In his dazed state, Harry still managed to pick up the camera and take a few photos of the beautiful scene.

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The Leaky Cauldron was bustling with activity, but everyone kept a wide berth from the back corner where several tables had been set up for Harry and his friends. He sat at the very back, far away from anyone who would try to intervene on a fun night out. There were countless witches and wizards from his year and those around it here, rejoicing in the fact that he’d finally come back to Britain for a while.

After a few hours of drinking, it was only natural that some more salacious matters came to the fore. And the one thing on everyone’s lips was the past few issues of Playwizard.

“You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t seen this!” Seamus shouted as he practically shoved the magazine into Harry’s face.

“I’ve been more focused on travelling,” Harry replied as he pushed the magazine back. A woman’s bare breasts were front and centre, dominating the scene with a bottle of butterbeer stuck between them. He had to admit that it was quite the effective advertisement. But that might just be his own bias talking; he had, after all, directed and taken that photograph of Fleur himself.

“She’s been everywhere for months now,” Seamus continued, overly excited. “Fleur Delacour! The Beauty of Beauxbatons! Merlin, what I wouldn’t give for a night with her.”

“I’d give up more than you,” Susan Bones joked from down the table. “I’ve never seen a witch as fit as that. If only she had a cock—”

“You could invite whoever she takes her photos with,” Hannah Abbott interjected. “That man’s enormous. More than enough to stuff me up.”

“Something that massive has got to hurt,” Lisa Turpin said, almost cringing.

“Not if you have enough experience,” Daphne Greengrass added. Then, she glanced at her best friend Tracey Davis with a knowing look. “Or if you’re a size queen.”

“Shut up,” Tracey muttered, shoving Daphne.

“Whoever he is, he’s one lucky bugger,” Ron muttered as he took a sip of his firewhiskey.

Yes, Harry had to agree that he was one lucky bugger. It was exactly why he was going back to France in the morning. There were more shoots to be done… and more private moments to be spent with the woman he was quickly growing to love.