One Last Time

"Merde."

Fleur was reeling. They had- she had almost… She stumbled backward into an armchair and put her head in her hands. For a long while, she sat, lost in her thoughts. What was she going to do? What could she do?

"Okay, let's… let's just talk about this." Harry finally said. She looked up to see that the three of them had all gotten dressed. "Fleur, I'm er, really sorry about getting carried away with you in the room. Jeez, it was beyond inappropriate and" at this he looked sharply at Luna who stepped forward contritely.

She seemed so small now, completely at odds with her boldness not so long ago. Nevertheless, she looked Fleur in the eyes as she spoke "I'm sorry for kissing you. I know I shouldn't have. I was just, so lost in the moment. Things between us are so free, I guess I forgot that most people wouldn't like that."

Fleur didn't want to comment that she very much did like it. Hell, she could still taste him in her mouth, she couldn't deny that she liked it.

That was the problem. If the experience had just grossed her out, Fleur could have just chalked it up to teenagers being caught up in their hormones and perhaps her allure. The real problem wasn't how they had acted, it was that she had liked it. That she could have walked out, looked away, told them to stop, anything at any time and she had failed to do so.

And what she couldn't figure out was- how was she going to tell Bill? How could she save her marriage? Could she save her marriage? Should she even try to save it? Maybe Bill was better off with a woman who didn't have to struggle to be monogamous.

"I need to tell Bill." She muttered.

"Wait!" Ginny interrupted "If you do that, then our cover is blown."

"I think we have bigger things to worry about than your parents finding out that you're shagging your boyfriend." Fleur responded dryly.

"No." Ginny shook her head. She subtly glanced at Harry and Luna in a way that gave Fleur the impression that some hidden conversation was happening.

Whatever conversation they were having seemed to resolve when Harry took the lead "Fleur, its time to tell you about what's been happing. Everything."

Fleur blinked. What had she just gotten herself into?

"So, first of all, you know about my connection to Voldemort, right?"

Fleur nodded silently.

"Well, I figured out what it is. It's a piece of dark magic called a horcrux." He spoke concisely, like this had been rehearsed, Fleur imagined that he must have explained this many times by now. "Basically, it's a piece of Voldemort's soul, attached to me. As long as this piece of soul is there, he can't die."

"So that's how…"

"Yeah, that's how he survived. Dumbledore had been teaching me about the horcruxes he made, but I was able to work out for myself that I was one too. Dumbledore told me that I needed to die in order for Voldemort to be killed." Harry's voice was bitter now, and Fleur felt her heart clench with a protective anger. Even though it was tempered by the knowledge that Harry must have found another solution, it still struck her as vastly unfair to him, having that expectation forced upon him on top of all the other burdens he had.

"That's barbaric." She spat "He couldn't have found another way?"

"He didn't. Hermione did. I had basically accepted what I'd have to do, and just spent weeks moping while Hermione worked her arse off researching. Eventually, Ginny dragged me off, told me that Hermione figured it out, and then shagged me rotten." The two of them shared a flirtatious smile.

"And if all of this so far has been a bit much, brace yourself. Hermione worked out a ritual that would destroy the horcrux, but it involves me having sex and bonding with seven witches."

"Bonding?" Fleur repeated dumbly.

"Yes, its nice." Luna commented. "Our minds are connected. We can speak with each other, feel what the other person feels, it makes shagging very interesting."

"Oh."

"So, that's why I'm with so many people. The ritual needs sex with someone you have an emotional connection with and, well, the bond is very intimate." Harry spoke remarkably easily about sex. His entire explanation belied a certain confidence, a self-assurance in his ability to explain this to her and win her over. It was compelling… he was compelling.

"So Bill…"

"Bill thinks that Harry's corrupting me." Ginny spat. "He thinks I'm still a helpless little girl who's falling victim to dark magic again."

Fleur gave a weak smile "Your brother was always so convinced of your innocence."

"We were very close when I was little, but he's been away so much since I've been going to Hogwarts. I guess since he never got to see me grow up… he doesn't get that I have." Ginny shrugged helplessly. "I was honestly hoping you could convince him, but after this that's not going to happen."

"No. Its not." Fleur said blankly. Thoughts tumbling over themselves in her head. These revelations combined with coming to terms with what she had just done was overwhelming.

"I need some time to think. I can't… I don't know what to do. I can't lie to Bill…" She looked to Harry, who had understanding and acceptance in his eye, even as he was steeling himself for the consequences, Fleur gave Harry a kind, comforting smile "But I don't want to do anything that will hurt you, Harry."

"Its okay, Fleur. You need to be honest with Bill. We'll figure something out. We can, I dunno, leave the country."

She felt her fondness for Harry swell again. He really was noble. He could have taken things further tonight, but it'd been his restraint that had stopped them. He could have tried to guilt her into protecting them, but here he was willing to accept whatever she decided. She was more determined that ever to find a way to protect him, even if she had no idea how she would do so.

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"This is your flat?" Susan winced; she hadn't meant her tone to come out so harshly. She almost sounded like Malfoy.

Demelza snickered, while Katie huffed in mock offense "Well sorry if I don't live up to your standards, princess."

The day had been going great. They had stayed away from public areas, well, public wizarding areas. It turned out that muggle London could be fun- particularly when they could apparate across the city. Katie's flat was apparently muggle, but she was still getting used to the ins and outs of muggle culture and technology. Demelza- being a half blood- had the most experience out of all of them and had ended up being an indispensable guide. She had explained the significance of landmarks, clued them into pop culture references, and guided them through a muggle mall.

Susan had been keen to spend some time shopping and picking up muggle trinkets, but she was savvy and had noticed that Katie wasn't as enthused with the idea. She knew that Katie had a job as a teller at Quality Quidditch Supplies- probably not the best paying job, combined with having to pay for a flat, she could see why Katie wanted to save her money. So instead, Susan suggested they get lunch at the food court and enjoy it at a park.

But then Demelza asked to see where Katie lived before they went their separate ways. Susan tried not to pay any more head into how small the apartment was, or how messy- but Katie seemed to be taking it in good humor. Susan decided that Katie could handle her taking the mickey. "You know, if you had told Harry that you were living in a glorified broom cupboard, I'm sure he would have helped you out."

"And that's exactly why I didn't tell him." Katie returned "He's got enough on his plate. I really don't mind living here. It feels good- being independent."

"Y'know, I have some money lying around-"

"I don't wanna hear it."

"I'm just saying-"

"I didn't get into this thing for a sugar daddy- or mommy."

Demelza choked on her laugh "Oh my god, Katie, just let her speak."

"Look, its not like I'm having a blast living by myself, if you haven't noticed." Susan interjected "I was just thinking, maybe… we could live together, in a place that isn't so… humble."

Demelza giggled again. "Humble. Susan. You know, sometimes you're like Harry- it's easy to forget that you're, like, rich. Now is not one of those times."

Susan fought a losing battle to control her blush. "Right. Sorry- stupid idea."

Now it was Katie's turn to backtrack. "Wait, wait, wait." She held her hands up placatingly "Its not stupid. I thought we were just going to give me money, which isn't necessary, but living with you… that'd be nice."

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Fleur returned in the middle of the morning to a cold bed. Bill was gone again. Where was he? Well, now she had some idea. Working with Dumbledore, maybe even trying to figure out how to trap Harry or force him to do what Dumbledore wanted. She went to the bathroom and washed her mouth out with water. Even after a long shift at Privet Drive, she could still detect the faint taste of him in her mouth. It wouldn't let her forget what had happened.

She never once doubted that Harry was being honest with her. Even though a lot of what he had said was shocking, the thought that he might be lying to her never even crossed her mind. That was basically the only thing she was sure of. She couldn't trust Dumbledore, she couldn't trust Bill, she certainly couldn't trust herself.

She wished she had a close friend she could talk to, someone who she could be honest with. Ginny was the closest she had to that in this house, but since so much of what Fleur was wrestling with had to do with her brother and boyfriend, it didn't seem right.

Fleur settled into bed, but couldn't fall asleep. For an indeterminable amount of time she shifted and turned over to try to get comfortable, but her mind wouldn't settle. Fleur sat bolt upright when the door opened- it was Bill.

For a moment, Fleur had no idea what she was going to do. Her mind was at war with itself, so her body acted on its own accord. Her mouth crashed into his, the taste of him wiping away the memory of Harry's taste. She clawed at his shirt, dragging him and the pushing him into bed.

She easily slid her nightgown off, and Bill was enraptured. Her allure was pouring off her in waves, and it was clearly having an impact. Bill was dazed and passive- merely letting Fleur have her way with him. With superhuman strength she ripped off his clothes, not caring when the fabric tore or rent as she grabbed and tugged.

She was possessed, all thought had fled her as she finally let loose. She gripped him by the base of his shaft, and then devoured him. Fleur savored every quiver of his cock as she took him in her mouth and sucked. Bill cried out and his hips twitched, but she didn't let up for a moment, not until, with one final shudder, Bill came.

Fleur drank in every drop of him until he was soft in her mouth. That just wouldn't do. Fleur pulled back, and for the first time in their relationship purposefully marshalled her allure- using it, almost like a weapon.

The affect was instantaneous. "Oh. Merlin Fleur, please. I need you, please, please, please." He wasn't just hard, his entire body was shaking in lust, his cock was swollen and leaking. She could sense his desperation through her allure, and she knew she had him in the palm of her hand. For her part, it felt glorious finally letting loose. Her entire body felt electrified, and she was certain that her coming orgasm would be utterly spectacular

Fleur mounted him and let out a euphoric moan. Her allure amplified the pleasure and satisfaction of taking him within her, it wasn't going to take long. However, that reaction was tame compared to Bill's. He came. He cried, he sobbed. His body worked on its own accord- hips bucking desperately into hers, and his cock throbbed as it pumped his essence into her. Fleur responded by pressing Bill into bed and riding him as hard as she could- slamming herself down on his spasming shaft as she chased her own orgasm. With each vicious thrust, she grunted loud and low, and her core clenched on his cock, wringing yet another spasm from it. She was getting close, so close, her allure was spiking again, taking Bill with her to a greater peak than she'd ever before experienced.

And then Bill collapsed, passing out completely as his shaft softened within her.

"Non! Non, non non!" Fleur shouted desperately, grabbing Bill by the shoulders and shaking him. She stifled a sob, she'd never known frustration like this, being so close and yet being denied. She turned over, wondering if it would be worth it to enervate him, or if she should just take care of herself… and then a bolt of inspiration.

With shaking hands, she opened her bedside drawer, withdrawing the dildo Ginny had let her copy. She didn't bother taking her time, she was already at the edge. Her cunt seemed to draw it in, her inner walls shifting and closing around something thicker than what she was used to until it was fully within her.

It felt brilliant, if only it were real.

With one hand, she began to fuck herself with the toy, while her other toyed with her clit. Yes, that was good. She tried imagining what would have happened if Bill had been able to hold out for a few more seconds, but as she got closer to the edge her mind began to wander… back to Harry.

What if he hadn't stopped her? What if she had had taken him like she had taken Bill? How would his face looked as she made him cum, how would he cry out for her? How would it have felt, having that gorgeous cock inside her?

"Oh, oooh fuck. Huh. Oh fuck! H-Harry!" She would have taken him for hours. She would have made him cum again and again. If Ginny wanted to see her fuck her boyfriend, oh she'd let her. Ginny would watch while she wrecked Harry, rubbing pathetically at her clit while Fleur got to enjoy that fucking cock. "FUCK! "

Fleur laid back into bed, panting at the power of the orgasm she'd just experienced. Shame mingled with satisfaction. Damn, she really couldn't stop herself. This couldn't go on.

She began to clean herself up. She quickly cast a scourgify on the dildo, but something made her pause. When she'd first copied it from Ginny, she'd marveled at the realism, but now she couldn't help but find it familiar. In fact, it looked an awful lot like...

Oh. No.