The Real Harry Potter

Harry once again found himself cut off, this time it was by Fleur shoving him against her door and bringing him into a searing kiss. Harry's hands instantly went to her waist as their tongues battled for domination.

Fleur's right hand ran itself through Harry's hair while her left snuck up his shirt, her right leg hooked around his left. Harry's left hand slid from her waist to her leg and began stroking her thigh while his right reached down and grabbed a handful of her rear.

Fleur removed her left hand and wrapped both arms around his neck, she moved her other leg and now had both legs wrapped around Harry's waist. Harry's left hand joined his right as he held Fleur up, Fleur's hips began grinding against Harry's, earning a pleasurable moan.

Harry slowly walked forwards until his knees hit the bed, he placed Fleur on the bed only for her to pull him on top of her. Her hands were all over his body and Harry was more than happy to return the favour by doing the same.

"Damn Fleur!" Harry said when the two had to stop for air, but Fleur did not cease in her attacks and quickly moved her lips to his jaw and continued kissing down until she reached his neck. "What brought his on?" Fleur span him around so he was on his back, the young veela straddled him and gave him a passionate kiss before she gasped and pulled back, placing her hands on his chest.

"I was worried." She said, Harry was barely able to hear her. "I know we are not boyfriend and girlfriend but I do care for you Arry...and when you were taken away...I was worried." Fleur admitted, she sniffed and rolled her eyes. "This is your fault you know."

"My fault?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I am a veela, sex incarnate." Fleur said as she rocked back and forth, causing Harry to groan, empathising her point. "It should have been you who would have wanted to be with me." Fleur still found it hard to believe, at the start of the year she had dismissed him as just a little boy. After that the had gotten together physically, both had agreed to simply enjoy each other physically. But it slowly began changing, she had began to care for him.

It was not an instant thing, if she had to guess then she would have said it had started from after the second task. The fact that he had helped her sister and then her family had only endeared him to her, she always looked forward to each and every time the two were together. But now, when Harry had disappeared in the third task she came to realise that it would not be just his body that she would miss.

She would have missed the talks they always had after they were done, she would miss his jokes, the fact that she could talk to him without him drooling, his beautiful eyes, that lovable smile. She was a veela, she was perfect, if she wants something then she is going to take it.

"I kind of do." Harry said, very much enjoying what she was doing to him.

"Kind of?" She raised an eyebrow and sped up.

"Okay I really, really do." Harry quickly amended, earning a satisfied smirk from Fleur. "It's just...I don't think I am ready for a proper relationship yet." Harry said, and it was true. A short while ago Fleur was just a hot body for him but the French veela had gradually became more and more prominent in Harry's life. Harry did not know if this was simply because they enjoyed their time together or because of actual feelings or even if they would develop actual feelings.

"When will you be?" She asked in a husky voice as she placed her hands on either side of Harry's chest and leaned closer.

"I don't know." Harry said honestly. "I don't even know, I just want to enjoy myself at the moment. Maybe in a year, maybe sooner or maybe much later I might change my mind, but for now I just..."

"I understand," Fleur said as she leaned even closer, her breath could be felt on his lips. "I will wait, if you are lucky or simply intelligent then you will change your mind before I change mine. And when you do change your mind I had better be first in line Mr Potter, is that understood?" She finished by playfully biting his ear.

"Understood." Harry managed to get out before she began ripping his clothes off.

Harry was not the only one getting fucked, the next day it was Peter Pettigrew's turn, sadly for him the word 'fucked' had different meanings as he was not in bed with a hot veela, no, he was in a court room full of people who were going to decide his fate.

In the Wizengamot court room there were two chairs in the centre of the room, one was currently unoccupied while the other contained Peter Pettigrew. He was chained to the chair and was surrounded by several aurors with their wands ready.

The room was filled by all the Wizengamot members, not including those too young to attend, and the room was also packed full with aurors. A few short moments later the doors opened, Sirius Black entered the room, escorted in by a couple of aurors.

Sirius wore stylish black shoes along with black trousers, a red jacket over a grey waistcoat and shirt. Not his best look but rather good considering how quickly he put it together. The crowd instantly began talking as soon as he had entered.

"Ah Peter!" Sirius exclaimed as if he had simply spotted an old friend. "How are you doing you fat lump?" Sirius asked in a cheerful voice as he sat in the other chair, though everyone could not help but notice that he was not being chained to his chair. "It has been so long since we last saw each other!"

"S...S...Sirius..." Pettigrew stuttered, feeling like a rat that could not escape a cat, or in this case dog, but that did not mean he would not try. "My old friend...I..."

"Yes!" Sirius clapped. "We are old friends! I remember that! I remember keeping secrets for you, like how you kept wetting yourself until you were fourteen. I remember hanging out with you constantly, I remember you, me, Remus and James being a family. Oh yeah...I also remember you betraying them and sending me to Azkaban for it." Sirius said, his voice turning ice cold. "You know what Pettigrew, we are not friends, I hate you with every fibre of my being."

"But...but James wouldn't have wanted..."

"Don't you dare bring him into this!" Sirius roared, startling everyone. If Sirius noticed the wands aimed at him, he didn't act like it. "Don't say his name when you brought death to his door! Don't say his name when his son suffered because of you! Don't say his name when you gave him up like a bad habit! If James was alive then he would have killed you himself for all that Harry has suffered because of you! You are well and truly a rat!"

Pettigrew bowed his head and looked away, realising that continuing would only dig his hole deeper. A short while later Fudge walked into the courtroom with Dolores Umbridge, Fudge's undersecretary, following behind him.

"Well," Fudge said as he took his seat. "shall we begin?"

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