บท 295: Mind Magic (Harry Potter)
A/N: Mind Magic was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in April of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Threesome, Mind Break
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"I'm telling you Hermione, it's ridiculous. Dumbledore wants me to learn Occlumency, and that's all well and good… but he wants me to learn it from Snape of all people. The man very clearly has no desire to teach me!"
"… I'm sure the Headmaster knows best, Harry. You just have to give Professor Snape a chance…"
"We've given Snape dozens of chances at this point. He's spat in our faces on every single one. The man is a vile bastard, and you know it."
"Harry! Language!"
"What? You like my language sometimes but not all the time? Is that it, Her-mio-ne?~"
… It wasn't that she meant to listen in on their conversation. They were having it in the middle of a hallway in Grimmauld Place after all, and with it being Christmas Break, well, the place was filled with people! Really, it wasn't like Fleur was SPYING on Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Definitely not. Spying on them would be beneath the French witch. After all, she was Fleur Delacour, and she would never do such a thing. Still, as she listens in on the two of them, Harry's voice having turned undeniably teasing and Hermione's face beginning to grow bright red, Fleur knows she just HAS to intervene.
Because frankly, she agrees with young Harry Potter. Even as a foreigner, the part veela was well aware of what sort of man Severus Snape was. He was indeed a vile cretin, and frankly, he so obviously had it in for Harry Potter that even Fleur had picked up on the sheer animosity between the two men during her time in Hogwarts in Harry's Fourth Year.
Having Harry learn Occlumency from Severus Snape was indeed a recipe for disaster, no matter how skilled or accomplished an Occlumens the wizard was. It didn't matter, because at the end of the day, what mattered was his skills as a teacher, and from everything Fleur Delacour had been told, Snape didn't have an ounce of teaching ability in his body. Why he'd been allowed to stay on as Hogwarts' Potion's Master for so many years baffled Fleur, especially when she'd heard all about the decline in skilled Potion Maker in Wizarding Society.
Severus Snape was quite literally poisoning British Magical Society, and no one was doing anything about it. Well, Fleur might not be able to help with everything, but she could at the very least stop him from poisoning Harry Potter any further as well. Harry didn't need a Master Occlumens… he needed a good teacher. He needed… Fleur Delacour.
"Excuse me, 'arry, 'ermione."
Stepping out from around the corner (NOT her hiding place, thank you very much) the French witch smiles as both Harry and Hermione jolt at her sudden appearance. If Fleur didn't know any better, she'd say that they were getting close to kissing, based off of their proximity when she'd made her presence known. But of course, that couldn't possibly be right.
"Fleur! It's good to see you again!"
The difference in the two's reaction to her presence is night and day, but Fleur is used to that. From Harry's goofy smile as his eyes subconsciously slide down her gorgeous form, to Hermione's flush and glare of jealousy as she crosses her arms across her chest mulishly.
"Yes, it iz good to see you too, 'arry. And you as well, 'ermione."
"Fleur."
Aw, how cute. Perhaps little Hermione thought of Fleur as a rival of sorts. Did she have a crush on Harry? That was… adorable. Smirking slightly, unbothered in the slightest (after all, SHE didn't have a crush on Harry Potter or anything like that, no sir) Fleur makes her purpose clear, her accent deep. But she's well aware that most British wizards LOVE her French accent, so she's not worried. Harry is no doubt hanging off of her every word.
"I could not help but overhear the two of you talking about Occlumency and Severus Snape. I must agree with you, 'arry. Severus is not the right teacher for you. Instead, I would like to offer my services."
Harry's emerald eyes widen, and his mouth drops open in surprise and visible excitement. Hermione, meanwhile, bristles and scoffs as her glare intensifies.
"What?! YOU know mind magics?!"
Her response is biting and disbelieving, but Fleur doesn't let the younger woman get to her. She doesn't rise to the bait, instead she looks down her nose at Hermione and chuckles throatily.
"But of course. I know not why standards have fallen so low at Hogwarts, but back in France at Beauxbatons, Occlumency iz a skill we are all trained in starting in our fifth years and on. It iz in fact a travesty that 'arry here iz having to turn to Snape for these… private lessons. After all, you all should be learning how to protect your minds at this point."
At that, Hermione clearly doesn't know how to respond. The brunette bookworm's mouth is agape, opening and closing like a goldfish. Satisfied that she's put the younger witch in her place, Fleur turns her gaze back to Harry… and offers him her hand.
"Come with me, 'arry Potter. We will begin your lessons now, and if all goes well, by the end of the week you will not even need Severus Snape's… 'assistance'."
Giving Hermione a glance, Harry ultimately shrugs and grins as he looks back to Fleur and takes her hand, letting her begin leading him on.
"Sure, couldn't hurt right? I'll talk to you later, Hermione!"
"W-Wha-Harry!"
But Fleur moves fast and even as the brunette is recomposing herself and sputtering behind them, they're turning the corner and disappearing from view.
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In the end, it's actually Harry who ends up showing her where they can train unmolested. The secret room in the Black Home isn't one Fleur would have ever found on her own, but apparently young Harry had been exploring, or his godfather Sirius had told him all about the place. Either way, they arrive at their ultimate destination and soon enough Fleur finds herself sitting down across from Harry as he sits as well.
They look at each other for a moment, before Harry blinks and cocks his head to the side.
"So… how do we start?"
For a second, Fleur is at a loss. While it's true that she and the others in her year started their Occlumency training in their Fifth Years back at Beauxbatons… Fleur herself has never actually taught anyone Occlumency before. It takes a moment for her to think back, straining to recall those very first lessons.
"… You must clear your mind, first and foremost. Vanquish all thoughts, 'arry, and think of nothing but… but a wall of sorts."
Harry frowns at that, but nods slowly, his face scrunching up in concentration as he does so. Fleur watches him for a moment, until he blinks again and looks at her, confused.
"Um… aren't you going to check my progress?"
Fleur jolts at that, and flushes. Ah yes, his progress. What was that other spell again? The opposite of Occlumency was… Legilimency, yes? Taking out her wand, she fiddles with it for a moment before finally pointing it at Harry's head.
"Legilimens!"
A moment later, she's in his head. It's like he's not even trying! Oh sure, there's a wall, but it might as well be made of paper as Fleur finds herself smashing through it. What she gets afterwards is Harry's pure, unadulterated thoughts… and she suddenly has an idea of why the young man might just be having such a hard time with Occlumency.
Harry James Potter… is constantly thinking about sex! There's fantasy after fantasy flitting through his mind as Fleur watches. There's him jerking off in a shower after Quidditch Practice onto an eager Katie Bell. There's him getting his cock sucked by Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson after catching the Snitch and winning them the game. There's even him dry humping Hermione without pants in the library!
It goes even further then that… Harry is fantasizing about fucking what seems like over half of the female populace of Hogwarts at this point! And… more than that, as Fleur pushes a little deeper and Harry's face scrunches up in further concentration… suddenly, all of the fantasies are about HER!
Fleur flushes, even as she watches his fantasies of him getting his hands on her. Groping her fat veela ass, sucking on her nipples, licking her tasty cunt while she chokes on his utterly massive cock in a sixty-nine.
Finally managing to tear herself out of the Legilimency spell, Fleur is left sputtering and incredibly red in the face as Harry smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Suppose that wasn't a very good attempt, was it? Any idea what I need to do differently?"
He was… he was just going to ignore what she'd seen?! Like it'd never happened? Sputtering even more, Fleur rises from her seat, pointing a finger at Harry. Her accent is especially thick now as she gets irate.
"You… you l-little pervert! 'arry Potter, your problem is that you cannot stop zhinking about sex for even one moment!"
Flushing himself, Harry grows defensive.
"Well… I am a growing young man, you know? I think I'm allowed to have a little fun when girls show interest in me."
Scoffing, Fleur shakes her head.
"You are a virgin, that much iz obvious! The exaggeration in your fantasies… 'arry, I know that you are not engaging in sexual relations with your Quidditch Teammates!"
"H-Hey now! What I do with Katie, Alicia, and Angelina is between me and them!"
So he was insistent on claiming it was all true, was he? For a moment, Fleur doesn't know what to do with the young man. Then she has an epiphany, a realization of a way she can get through to him and prove his fantasies false. Harry… is in need of a little embarrassment.
"You are a naughty, naughty boy Mr. Potter! If I must break through your delusions the hard way, then I will!"
Dropping to her knees, ignoring Harry's weak protests, Fleur grabs at his belt and hastily unbuckles it. In moments, she has him unbuttoned and unzipped, and then she's yanking down his pants and boxers. There was absolutely no WAY his cock was as big as she'd seen it in his mind. She would expose him, and then he would-
SCHMACK!
Fleur freezes as Harry's cock, every bit as big as it was in his fantasies, flops down across her face, causing her to go cross-eyed just trying to keep track of the giant thing. No… it's even bigger than she'd thought, even bigger than she'd seen in his mind. Brought on by her veela allure, Harry's current cock is so thick and throbbing and… and so manly, smelling of a musk that has Fleur's eyes watering and her nostrils flaring from the hefty scent.
"You… y-you…"
"Oh dear. Now you've gone and done it, Ms. Delacour…"
Harry's voice is suddenly silken in quality, and undeniably smug. But then, with his size, he was right to be smug. Fleur's blush intensifies as she shivers underneath his cock, not entirely sure what to do now that she's proven so very, very wrong. Luckily for her, Harry seems to have an idea.
"Do you like it, Fleur? Do you like my big fat cock resting on your face, you veela slut?"
She wants to deny it, truly she does. After all, is it not the place of the average wizard to trip and fall all over themselves in prostrating before their veela superiors? Except… except, Fleur has heard stories. She'd been told tales by her grandmother, who was a full-fledged veela. Your average wizard was nothing but prey to a full veela and would always bow down and scrape to even a part veela like Fleur.
But on the other hand, your rare wizard, one that had more magical power than he knew what to do with… would be like veela catnip, especially to someone like her. He would draw her in, seduce her with his power… and force her absolute submission and complete devotion.
"I… I…"
Far too late to do anything about it, Fleur realizes that Harry Potter is just such a wizard. Unable to so much as speak a coherent thought, Fleur settles for whimpering, even as Harry places a hand atop her head and slowly, ponderously slides his cock down until the glans are pressed up against her pillowy lips. Smiling down at her, his emerald green eyes glinting with promise, Harry pushes forward… and Fleur's mouth opens nice and wide to accept his immense girth.
Of course, it's not as easy as that. Try as she much, Fleur struggles to handle Harry's massive cock. In no time at all, he's hitting the back of her throat… and he's very clearly not content with stopping there.
"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk!"
"That's it, Fleur. You can do it. Go on. Show me what you're made of, you tasty cunt."
Shuddering, her lashes fluttering, Fleur both loves and hates the effect he's having on her. She finds herself wanting to impress him, wanting to please him, and before she knows it, she's bobbing up and down on his cock of her own accord, choking herself as she face fucks herself on his big fat member.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
"Fuck yesss, that's the stuff. He said you would be the best of all the girls, the best at sucking my cock. I believed it, but it's still a whole 'nother thing to actually experience it."
Tears streaming down her cheeks, ruining her makeup, the part veela is in no state to register what Harry says when he mentions a 'he'. All she can do is take it, slobbering all over his dick, her tits bouncing and jiggling in the confines of her shirt, even as said shirt gets messier and messier with her drool, saliva, and Harry's copious amounts of precum.
Sliding up and down his cock, her throat convulsing around his member, her tongue swirling along the underside of his girth, Fleur Delacour can't help but debase herself before such a strong and powerful wizard. She had no idea Harry was hiding this other side of himself from her and everyone else. But she had to admit, deep down inside… she kind of liked it.
"Here it comes, Fleur! I'm getting close!"
Fleur's eyes widen from their heavily lidded state at those words, but Harry clearly has no intention of letting her go, his hand on her head only pushing her down to the base of his cock, forcing her to bury her nose in his pubes as his balls slap against her messy wet chin. A moment later, Harry is cumming and Fleur is being forced to swallow, gulping down his seed as he pumps what feels like multiple loads of hot, wide jizz straight down her esophagus and into her gullet.
Luckily, she manages to get it all without making any MORE of a fool of herself. It's a near thing, but veela have more control over their own bodies then humans do, and as a part veela, Fleur is able to keep from gagging on Harry's cum in the same way she was gagging on his cock. She's able to keep it from exploding out of her nostrils or the sides of her mouth in a huge mess.
Instead, every last drop of his potent, virile seed lands in her belly, leaving her feeling warm and full… but not satisfied. Fleur's veela senses are going haywire. See, she can sense the magic inherent in Harry's cum. If he'd cum in her cunt, he would have undoubtedly knocked her up. And while part of her might not have wanted that, a larger part of Fleur, backed up by her veela instincts, NEEDED to be bred by Harry and his big fat cock and she needed it NOW.
Slowly sliding her off of his cock, Harry looks down at her as she gasps and pants, whimpering and mewling needily back up at him. He grins knowingly, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Not done yet, are we Fleur? You want more… don't you?"
Moaning, Fleur pants for a few moments, her breasts heaving with each breath, before finally she admits it.
"Yes. Yes, I need you inside of me, 'arry. I need your big fat cock~"
Her words, combined with her foreign accent, certainly do the trick of causing Harry's flagging member to pop right back to attention in front of her, his veritable meat cannon pointed directly at her face as Fleur stares it down, imagining it inside of her cunt, likely invading her womb given it's sheer size. She pants noisily as she goes cross-eyed looking at the object of her devotion.
"Hm… I suppose so. But first, I'm going to invite my teacher. Hope you don't mind."
Fleur's eyes snap up at that, her expression going incredulous. Surely Harry didn't mean Severus Snape? She's about to open her mouth to ask, and if the answer is yes, she's going to strenuously object of course. But before she can say a word, young Harry snaps his fingers… and a veritable portal opens behind him.
Through it steps… well, it's certainly not Severus Snape. Fleur stares, eyes wide, as she has to rapidly come to terms with the fact that Harry Potter… just summoned another Harry Potter.
"Merde…"
Breaking all known rules of magic (at least, known to her anyways) Harry has very clearly brought another Harry from the future to the secret room. This new Harry has to be at least twice Fleur's age… but he wears every single extra year proudly, looking undeniably handsome and entirely confident in himself. This is a total DILF of a Harry Potter, one who has likely defeated his Voldemort and beaten every last Death Eater to a pulp, if those rippling muscles are any inclination.
And… her Harry had been learning from this one in secret? Did he even need her help to begin with?
"You were right. The moment I got her alone, she was practically falling all over herself to get my cock out. Didn't need much motivation at all before she was stripping me naked…"
Apparently not. Fleur flushes at the insinuation that she was… that she had stripped Harry's pants and boxers off because she WANTED to see his cock. Surely not. No, she was j-just trying to prove him wrong, trying to show him his fantasies were incorrect! Looking back on how the last little while had gone, with his cock going right down her throat in an eerily similar way to the fantasy she'd seen inside of her head, Fleur flushes anymore. Clearly, she'd failed in her goal in a most spectacular way.
"Yeah, my Fleur was always the same. Heh, her and all of her relatives at that."
That causes a jolt from Fleur, and she looks upon the DILF Harry with wide eyes as he grins at her and nods, knowingly.
"Yeah, surprised I know about that, aren't you sweetie? I'm well aware of the Hidden Conclave in France. Your Fleur, along with her mother and her sister, all brought me there to be… judged by said conclave. They found me worthy, if you know what that means."
A shiver runs down Fleur's spine. No man was allowed to know about the conclave. In ancient times, both wizards and muggles alike would fight over the right to enslave entire clans of veela, to the point that their race had suffered for hundreds upon hundreds of years. In France, there was only one conclave left… one clan. Obviously, it was the clan that her grandmother came from.
But not even her grandfather nor her father had been allowed to know about it. No man was allowed to know about it. For this Harry from the future to know about it… for him to be found worthy by Fleur's cousins in the conclave… it meant that he'd likely conquered them all, sexually. He'd turned the entire French Conclave of Veela, over half of them full-blown veela, into his own personal harem.
A shudder runs through Fleur Delacour, and belatedly she realizes she just came from her realization. She just orgasmed at the thought of this powerful, handsome, green-eyed wizard from the future utterly WRECKING her cousins, one after the other. Biting her lower lip and whimpering needily, Fleur can easily imagine why her future self might have taken Harry to the conclave. Even now, she was half-tempted to introduce him to her mother and sister so that they too would succumb to his power. It was intoxicating, and her instincts screamed for her to share his might with everyone she knew and loved. After all, they all deserved to experience his magic… and his big fat cock.
"Ready, sir?"
"To fuck a veela slut into her place? Always, Harry. Let's do this."
Before Fleur can react, her clothes have been vanished and she finds herself hoisted into the air by a combination of magic, as well as the two Harrys' hands. Just like that, she's facing her timeline's Harry as he stands in front of her, his cock out and pushing into her pussy lips. Meanwhile, behind her is the DILF Harry from the future, holding her aloft with his hands under her legs… and his own massive, gargantuan schlong pressing between her pert, pale ass cheeks and up against her backdoor.
"A-Ah, w-wait! That iz ze wrong h-hole!"
DILF Harry just laughs at her panic, and a moment later there's a feeling of cool liquid flowing up her ass as he cleans her out and lubes her up with his magic.
"Right, you're an anal virgin still… my Fleur loves getting butt fucked. You'll soon learn to love it too."
Fleur doesn't get a chance to offer a response to that, because the next thing she knows, they drop her down onto their twin cocks simultaneously. Her cunt and ass are both stuffed full of man-meat, and Fleur can only squeal and toss her head back onto the older Harry's shoulder as she's absolutely FILLED to the brim and then some.
And then, just as she's starting to get back some semblance of control, just as she's starting to stop spasming and lift her head again… they start MOVING. It's not fair, and Fleur gurgles at the injustice of it all as she's soundly DPed between Harry the Younger and Harry the Elder. DILF Harry is a little rougher than her Harry, but it doesn't change the fact that both of them are fucking her, filling her lower holes with their massive matching members and pounding her cunt and ass into the shape of their giant dicks.
It's too much for the gorgeous part veela. This wasn't what she had in mind at all when she pulled young Harry away from Hermione earlier today. But then, Fleur is starting to realize that this was all according to Harry and Harry's plan. Had Harry really done this on purpose? Talking so loudly to Hermione so that Fleur wouldn't be able to help but hear and ultimately step in?
It certainly sounded like DILF Harry not only had experience with fucking veela like Fleur silly but had also told his younger counterpart exactly what he needed to do. Now, Fleur was getting slammed down big style by both men, pounded down onto their cocks with no hesitation, no mercy. Not that… not that she even really wants them to stop.
She loves it, she ultimately admits to herself as she finally fully breaks. Her eyes roll up in her head, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as her face adopts a fucked silly expression. She no doubt looks absolutely ridiculous, but what does Fleur care in the face of such ecstasy? What does it matter that she looks dumb, when she's in the middle of being fucked by two studly, magically powerful men.
Leaning forward, her Harry, the younger Harry, takes one of her tits in hand and sucks her nipple into his mouth. He's not gentle about it, entirely relentless in her assault on his teat as he slurps and laps and bites at her breast. Fleur can only moan, spasming between him and his older counterpart as he assaults that tit and then the other, moving back and forth between them. He's clearly enjoying himself, and Fleur can't help but push her chest outwards into his grasping hands and his questing mouth. She wants it. She wants him… and there's nothing she can do but give in.
Harry and Harry take her to pound town and then some, plowing her silly as Fleur cums again and again, near-continuously. Her muscles flex around their cocks and even that doesn't stop them. The only thing that does stop them is when they finally fill her with their seed, exploding into her holes with all of their might.
As she expected, Harry's cock is big enough that it invades her womb. The younger Harry pumps his load directly into that most sacred of places, and Fleur knows without a doubt that she's just been bred, that this powerful wizard has just FLOODED her womb with his virile seed. This sends her on one last explosive orgasm, and by the time Fleur recovers, they've pulled her off of their twin cocks and sat her back down in her chair.
Of course, before Fleur Delacour had been sat primly, with her legs crossed one over the other, as a lady should sit. Now, she's naked and defiled, her limbs akimbo and sprawled out as she leans back in the chair, her tits heaving with every hefty breath she takes. Her face bright red, cum leaking out of her holes, Fleur knows without a shadow of a doubt… she's been utterly conquered.
"Thanks for the invite, Harry. I should be getting back home now, but we'll talk again soon. You're well on your way to beating your Voldemort in a timely manner with the progress you've made so far. And once that's done with… it's time to reap the benefits and enjoy the rewards that come with saving the Wizarding World yet again."
"Thank you, sir. As always, your help is MOST appreciated."
The portal opens up again, and DILF Harry steps on through. Fleur watches this through hooded eyes, barely able to muster the strength to raise her head. One thing is for sure though… nothing will ever be the same again.
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