Just Like Fire

It had been an exhausting night. Ginny hadn't had energy to consider Ron- whatever had happened to him, or Dumbledore, or much of anything. She was strung out on stress and Phlegm had been the last straw. She always rubbed Ginny wrong, like sandpaper on raw skin.

It was hard to put into words, even to herself. She was just so superior. She was the sexiest woman in all of Britain, and she knew it, and she didn't give one jot. It had taken Ginny years to finally get the boy she liked to notice her, but Fleur could do that and more by just existing. More than that, she looked at Ginny like she knew just how long Ginny spent getting herself off each and every night and was amused by it. There were times where Ginny could detect the condescension in her tone, as if she would never stoop to succumbing to her baser desires or some rubbish.

Then she had the gall to flirt with Harry, with both her and Bill in the same room! And of course Harry was attracted to her. She couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't like he acted inappropriately, but she could tell that Fleur affected him, even if he had the willpower to resist her. She couldn't even blame him, Fleur was… something else.

For Ginny, the night was proving to be a restless one. She'd been unwilling to leave Harry's side, despite his concern that her chair couldn't have been comfortable to sleep in. It was well after midnight when Katie intervened.

"I don't think you're doing Harry any favors by not sleeping. Pretty sure he won't like dealing with you being so cranky tomorrow."

"Shut up. What are you even doing here?"

"What do you think? I was checking on Harry, and here I find you having some sort of personal crisis? What, the part-Veela got you wound up? I guess you do swing that way."

"It's not like that!" Ginny snapped, a little too loudly. She winced, checking to make sure they hadn't drawn any attention. She cast a quick muffiato around them and continued with a low voice "Okay, maybe I do, but not for her. She's-"

"Drop dead gorgeous?"

"My future sister in law and a complete… arrogant… holier than thou… prude."

"I'm curious why you actually hate her. Jealousy isn't any better a look on you than it is on Ron." Katie's eyes were alight with curiosity. Ginny wasn't the jealous type. No- envy over her appearance and allure wasn't enough to explain Ginny's reaction. Why did she care whether Fleur was a prude?

Ginny didn't miss the not-so-subtle comparison to her brother, and she wasn't in the mood to argue the point. If Katie was so set on driving her off, Ginny didn't see the point in fighting her on it. "Fine, whatever. Just make sure Harry doesn't get attacked in his sleep or something." She said curtly before walking away at a brisk pace.

She didn't want to admit it, but the comparison to her brother hit closer to home than Katie even knew. Because Ginny was ashamed to admit to herself that she didn't have much of a leg to stand on when judging Ron for spying.

She'd done the same, on Bill and Fleur. She'd been sexually frustrated the summer before this school year, and Fleur had been dropping hints about her needing to learn discipline. She'd been eager to find some flaw in their relationship, or at least assure herself that the high and mighty Veela didn't act so superior in the throes of sex.

Ginny knew all the secrets that the Burrow had to offer, perhaps even better than Fred and George. To the point, she knew that there was a peephole that seemed to be gnawed into the side of every room in the house- this particular one looking in on Bill's room from a closet. She had no idea how or why, but each one had been ideally positioned to spy on the inhabitants while being as well hidden as possible.

She'd never used it before for anything beyond pranking her brothers. Not even to spy on Harry. She knew this was wrong, that she should turn away, but something urged her onward.

It definitely wasn't because she was hot.

She'd gotten in right before the real action. Fleur and Bill were in the middle of a passionate liplock, and Fleur had just pushed him against the wall. With a smirk, she ripped his button up shirt open and undid the clasp of his pants, her hand reaching down for Bill's cock.

Then for a moment something was unleashed. Ginny was overtaken by a surge of arousal. Before, she'd been trying to ignore the part of her mind that kept noticing Fleur. But now, she felt as if she'd been poleaxed. Her see through nightgown was purposefully revealing, and oh how much there was to reveal. Those legs, those creamy thighs that her nightgown covered just below her waist, her slim midriff was free of fabric revealing how perfectly toned it was. Then there were her breasts, so full, yet she also sported perfectly defined cleavage. Her nightgown did not seem dedicated to containing them, it hung, perhaps by design, loosely along her shoulders, so that her breasts threatened to burst out with every move Fleur made.

As quickly as this madness had overtaken Ginny, it left. Belatedly, she realized that she had been drooling, and her panties were soaked. Merlin.

It was just her allure. It was just her bloody allure. Ginny told herself firmly, as with all her might she tried to bury what Fleur had just unearthed- tried to not drool over her sexy... No, stop that! It didn't make sense! The Veela at the World Cup hadn't affected her. She hadn't been affected by Fleur at all in her third year. Why now?

"Damn it." Fleur muttered, shaking her head. "Sorry, I lost control there."

"'s okay." Bill managed, letting Fleur lead him to bed. Ginny was struck by how compliant he was. The Bill she knew was confident in himself and seemed unflappable in any situation, she hated how different he was here, with her.

What followed was a very odd scene, at least to Ginny. For the rest of the session Fleur seemed to be almost mechanical. Even when she got on top of Bill, and began to ride him, she did so methodically. She hadn't even taken her nightclothes off, just slipped off her panties. Her body was tense, her arms and legs taught as if she were bracing herself. Her breathing was purposefully deep and regular, and her face was set in a mask of intense concentration. Ginny had no idea what to make of it. Where was the passion?

It was a sharp contrast to Bill, who'd become completely lost, moaning Fleur praises and then begging her for release. Even at the end, where she assumed Fleur came, all she let out was a soft "Uhn." and then a "Thank you, Bill."

Ginny never again tried to spy on them. She mostly looked back on that incident with guilt at her moment of weakness. That didn't stop her from judging Fleur for the massive stick she seemed to have up her arse. Every time thoughts of Fleur popped up after that encounter, Ginny had ruthlessly pushed them down. Fleur didn't deserve her attraction.

But seeing her again, or more specifically, feeling Harry see her again stirred up… things. She affected him. She affected her. Harry didn't let it show- never acted on those feelings- but he couldn't help but admire her, much the way she had last summer. She practically oozed sexuality. Even her rather plain robes somehow seemed to hug her form, accentuating her figure in a way that made him want to see more. Her lips on his hand felt downright electric, sending tingles straight down his spine. In an instant, Harry had gone from half-mast to almost unbearably hard.

Ginny understood then. No wonder her brothers made loons of themselves around her. For whatever reason, the allure affected her, but only to a certain extent. It was only after her encounters with Luna and Demelza that Ginny realized why- she did swing that way, at least a bit.

Her feet led her back to Gryffindor tower, and after a moment's hesitation, she went to bed. The morning would bring some perspective.

The only problem was she wasn't going to get to sleep until Ginny took care of a little problem. She'd gotten off every night before bed for years now, she needed it now. Masturbation, Ginny had come to realize, was just no replacement for the real thing. Unless she did it in tandem with Harry fucking another witch, it didn't satisfy.

But Ginny was nearly desperate. It'd been over 24 hours since she and Harry had shagged, before that dinner when Vane- Ginny felt a surge of hatred at just the thought of the vile girl- had changed their plans. She knew it was pathetic, but she'd become addicted to sex with Harry to the point where going without for even a day felt like a deprivation. She didn't even want to think about this summer, she might go mad.

Just as she was about to get to work, though, she was distracted by a sudden stimulus from Harry's end of the bond. He'd just awoken from a light sleep partly by the soft glow of wandlight, but mostly from the feeling of her hand around his cock. Harry whispered "What? Katie, not here!" Ginny was now questioning the wisdom of leaving Katie to be with Harry, though could any of them be trusted around him? Maybe Hermione would keep her hands to herself, but you never knew with her these days….

Katie leaned over, drawing Harry's eyes to her unbuttoned blouse, more specifically the cleavage that unveiled. Katie smiled in satisfaction as she noticed his gaze, and shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Don't worry about a thing, luv." Katie said "I've got you." And so she did. The movements of her hand were well practiced, and after a particularly pleasurable pass over his frenulum a groan spilled from Harry's mouth that Katie quickly shushed. "Shhhh." She whispered into his ear "I've cast muffliato, but if we get too loud, with so many people around, we could get caught. I don't want you to talk, luv, unless I ask you something. Okay?"

Harry nodded compliantly, and Ginny was impressed at how effectively Katie had taken control. It wasn't like she was being particularly domineering, perhaps she understood that trying that tactic would get resistance from Harry. No, Katie was nurturing, inviting Harry to let go of his worries (something he sorely needed) stop thinking and let her take over.

"Good boy." She hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Now lets…" Her hands moved to dispatch Harry's hospital gown, revealing his chest, abdomen, and of course his crotch. Katie's hands stilled as her eyes roamed over the exposed skin. Harry remained dutifully silent as she seemingly spaced out. After a few moments of this, Katie shook herself and whispered "Sorry luv, just wishing I brought a camera. I'll make it up to you."

True to her word, she kissed him again as her hand returned to his shaft. She stroked him- leisurely at first, but soon she began to pump him with purpose, her thumb swiping at his frenulum with each stroke. She was good at this, so damn good. "I want you to promise me something, Harry." She said at length.

"Of course." Harry answered immediately. The feel of her hand around his swollen, aching shaft was maddening.

Katie chucked "That's good." She continued stroking him firmly, her eyes holding his "You aren't going to do something stupid like that again, right?"

"No." Harry confirmed, they'd made it clear to him that risking himself like that was unacceptable. While there was still a sliver of resistance to their insistence, it too had been swept aside.

"Good boy." She cooed softly in his ear, and something inside of him melted. "You're so good." She pressed kisses down his jaw line "You're such a good person, that you want to help people, but you matter too."

He was a puddle now "So next time you try to save someone, don't go running off on your own. Don't rush in without a plan. Don't throw yourself into curses. You're too precious to throw your life away like that."

Harry choked out a noise that was half moan- half sob as he blinked away tears. "There you go, its okay sweetie. Just relax and let me take care of you."

She moved back down his body, so her head was resting on his hip. She trailed soft kisses up his shaft, and she giggled as it twitched in response to her kisses. She pressed a long kiss to his head, partially engulfing it, and looked up at Harry.

By magic he looked good, especially from this position. His face was clouded with pleasure, and he was letting out soft, plaintive moans that were music to her ears. His body was tense, strung like a bowstring and responded deliciously to her every touch by straining or trembling, and his cock… not for the first time Katie admired that boys were made with such an exquisite weak point. They were so responsive- a simple touch and often not even that would send blood rushing- it was a shame that their uniforms were so bulky. It thrilled her how sensitive they were, how a few simple touches could get daze even the most confident boys.

Even Harry, perhaps the most willful and stubborn person she'd even met, was putty in her hands. She quickly dipped her head down, taking more of him in her mouth and swirling her tongue around him. He moaned her name and his body spasmed into her, thrusting his erection into her mouth. She'd expected that, however, and pulled back as quickly as she'd came.

She knew he was at the edge of begging her now, and while part of her wanted to hear that, very much, she also realized this was supposed to be a 'reward' of sorts. It was then that she was struck by an idea. She smirked- it was a way to have her cake and eat it too.

Trousers and panties came off. "Are you ready sweetheart?" She asked him- her hand wrapped around his base as she pressed him into her.

"Please." He moaned softly, oh, he sounded lovely. She sank down on him, and they quietly moaned together, the awareness that they were in the hospital wing of all places was almost, but not completely, lost on them.

If Harry had been 'in charge' at this point, he no doubt would have spent time working her up, or failing that would have started slower so that he might last longer. Katie had no intention on helping him last, she took him deeply and thoroughly, reveling in the feel of him inside of her and the thrilling sense of power she had over him.

"Katie… I'm, I'm not going to last if you…" Harry tried to warn her- what a sweetheart. She figured he'd react like this, trying to hold off his orgasm for her sake. It was sweet, but a bit misguided. It would have been a thrill if he had cum the instant he was inside her. This, though, watching Harry fight a losing battle for her sake, was even better. "I'm about to, about to…" He gasped as pleasure overtook his features.

Katie leaned over, to whisper in his ear "Cum for me."

And Harry let go- his cry silenced by her lips. His body tensed and trembled as he spilled himself into her. She purposefully clenched herself around him, milking him for all he was worth. She broke the kiss, murmuring "Oh, sweetie, that's right. Give it all to me." Harry could only moan softly in response.

When he was done, lying in the bed limp, drained, and euphoric, Katie shifted away from him and began to dress herself once more. Harry was too far out of it to protest, though she knew if she'd given him a few minutes he would have tried to return the favor. It was one last tick up her sleeve- Harry was a giver by nature. He wasn't used to being gifted things, it was something that she had just accepted about him until Ginny and Hermione told her, in broad strokes, about his relatives.

Before she left, she kissed him on the cheek and said "Thank you for that Harry. You were lovely." He wouldn't know, of course, that she was headed back to her room so that she could get herself.

God, that was hot.

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Fleur had been drifting off when she noticed it. Her heritage had given her an attuned sense of smell, not unlike the acute senses that werewolves retained all throughout the month. While one would think that this was a gift, Fleur found it more trouble than it was worth. She found that even small differences in a meal could dramatically alter how it smelled and tasted, she knew that this drew the ire of her future mother in law.

Not that it wasn't sometimes handy, she found it easy to tell where someone had been, and even their mood by their scent. The problem was that she couldn't simply turn it off, and she ended up discovering things about people that she'd wished could have remained private.

It was by far the worst when it came to anything sexual. An instinctive part of her seemed to just seek it out. She could tell whenever someone was turned on, which was particularly awkward given that her allure had… that effect on people. She could tell when someone had recently had sex or masturbated. All of this was intimate information that she wished she didn't know.

This was one of those situations- she was picking up the unmistakable scent of sex. Fleur rolled her eyes, who in their right mind had so little self control that they fucked in the hospital wing?

Wait. She froze, as the realization hit her like a stunner. Was that… Harry? She took a moment to pay closer attention and concluded that it most definitely was. She'd recognize his scent anywhere. She found her feet taking her to Harry's bed, and sure enough there was a spell on the curtains that was distorting the sound coming from within.

She took a breath, trying to master herself, but that was a mistake. It was so potent to her senses that she could taste it, and it lingered on her tongue even as she swept it across her lips. The masculine, musky scent kindled a fire in her, flushing her body with heat as the animal within her she worked so hard to contain fought against the bonds of her self-control.

She struggled with herself for a moment, but eventually the idea of needing to see if Harry really was being unfaithful to Ginny won out, and Fleur parted the curtains slightly. It was as if a tapestry had been laid out for her. One of Harry's schoolmates had undone his hospital gown, revealing a lean yet defined body and his face was scrunched up adorably in bliss. However, the apple of her traitorous eyes was his cock, swollen and succulent, it trembled in response the movements of that girl's hand and her whispered words. Fleur could smell that he was close, that soon this virile young man would burst.

It was the first cock other than Bill's she'd seen in years, and her body reacted of its own accord. Her pupils narrowed as they zeroed in on the young male in front of her. Her adrenaline spiked, sending her body into high alert, her muscles tensed, ready to spring into action. Her heart thudded in her ears as it sent hot blood rushing, flushing her cheeks and neck, swelling her nipples to hardened nubs, and inflaming her core. Her mouth watered as if the smell of his arousal was that of a savory soup, and of course that was mirrored by the wetness of her own arousal.

The Veela side of her struggled and thrashed, and when Fleur refused to give in, begged and pleaded to be released, to let her ravage and take. She couldn't lose control. If she gave in even once, even a little bit, she didn't know if she could stop.

She wished it would just disappear. That she could ignore her desires and be effortlessly faithful to Bill. She hated how her eyes and mind would wander, how she had to force herself not to think about every man near her age she met. She hated how even with her utmost effort, her allure still slipped beyond her control and enticed the men around her. She hated how she liked it. She didn't want to like it. She wanted to be a faithful wife to Bill, she was determined to never, ever do what her mother had to her dad.

And this was the ultimate test. Harry Potter had always been… different. Her final year of school had been a difficult one for her. Her hormones were running wild and the stress of the tournament had made it all the more difficult to reign herself in. It'd shown- at several points she'd just lost it- once over Cedric Diggory (regrettably affecting Ron instead). And once over Harry.

She'd had her doubts over the boy. She'd assumed that the consensus from the school about him was accurate, that he'd managed to cheat his way into the tournament. He was young and scrawny, and Fleur felt that he'd gotten himself in over his head.

She was forced to reevaluate him after the second task. She'd been huddled under a blanket, bitter over her loss and nursing a gnawing worry over her sister despite the judges assurances that she'd be alright. She knew that accidents happened, that people could die, right now her sister was under that lake, and until she could see her, her heart wouldn't rest easy.

When Cedric had emerged from the lake and caught sight of her, he comforted her by letting her know that Harry was looking after the hostages, and that he was sure he'd pull her sister out when time was up.

She'd been surprised to say the least. "Why would he do that?" She asked "If he got there first, he could have won…"

Cedric just smiled "Y'know, I don't think he cares that much about winning. He didn't ask to be in the tournament, after all. He even told me about the dragon, just because he thought it was fair."

Had she misjudged him this entire time?

When he broke the water with both his friend and Gabby… she didn't even try to reign herself in. He saved her sister, despite the possibility of it hurting him in the tournament, despite the personal danger to himself, despite the fact that she'd been nothing but rude to him the entire year. He wasn't a liar, he was noble. Gabby was clinging to him, looking adoringly up at her savior, and Fleur couldn't blame her. She'd been so wrong. The sheer relief and gratitude accomplished what physical desires had never been able to, demolishing her grip on the allure.

After so long being suppressed, it didn't so much as flow, as flood out from her body in a tsunami towards one Harry Potter. It felt good, letting go. It felt good, letting her allure and her desires loose. And when her allure found its grip on Harry it felt better than good. She could sense his reaction, though not as he no doubt felt it. To her senses, it felt as if she were coaxing a blooming flower to open, to spread its petals and unveil its beauty.

She flung herself at him, going in for a quick kiss on his cheek. She could smell him underneath the stench of the lake. She'd paid little attention to how he smelled before, he was just one in hundreds, but now she found herself imprinting his scent on her mind. Her lips made contact too briefly for her to taste anything other than the lake. She could feel his heart pounding powerfully against her chest, a reaction to her? Or perhaps from the task.

She half expected that he'd react as most boys would in that situation and make a move. It was only when that didn't happen, when he didn't moan or try to grope or kiss her that she realized that she wanted him to react.

She pulled back. No, she looked down and with a triumphant thrill noted the prominent tenting in his uniform shorts, he was aroused. She could see it too in his burning eyes, but she could also see his restraint, his own will to not succumb to her allure. She realized suddenly that she wasn't holding anything back. She was throwing it all at him and he was resisting.

Mon Dieu.

She went in for another- this time lingering- kiss. Her mind went wild, egged on by the taste of him. He was powerful, brave, and noble, he'd be an excellent mate. She could take him away, after things had died down. He'd clearly never been with a girl before, and she'd show him what it was like to be with a woman- no, a Veela.

He didn't stand a chance. She'd make him cry out again and again, shattering his willpower and making him hers. She'd drain him dry, and keep mating him even after his body had no more seed to give, she'd fuck him until his voice was hoarse from shouting her name, until his muscles gave in from exhaustion, until his mind fell apart and he drifted into unconsciousness.

She might have tried to do that, too, if not for Gabrielle's sudden protest. "Pas juste, vous devez le partager!"

It was like a bucket of cold water. What was she doing? How could she have lost control like that? She jerked back from him, as if she had been burned. Harry seemed to shake himself as her allure retreated, and scratched at his hair awkwardly. Gabby reasserted her position by wrapping her arms around Harry's waist.

"I'm sorry, 'Arry." She apologized.

"Er, no problem." He answered "I know you don't mean to. I'm not about to get mad over a little slip here or there."

It was touching, how he tried to see things from her perspective. He probably saw how uncomfortable she was when her allure got out of hand. Precious few had tried to do that. "You have no idea." She shook her head ruefully. "But I will be more careful in the future."

And now, looking at Harry with one of his classmates, she was once again staring temptation in the face. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, she refused to give in and by the barest of margins- maintained control.

She'd seen what she had come to see. Fleur turned and left.

She needed to speak to Ginny. As soon as possible.