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Harry Potter and the Perfect Week	By : FavoriteAuthor Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Tuesday morning arrived like every other morning. Except, Harry for the first time in a long time felt some hope. But, despite Monday's unexpected loss of his virginity and some orgasmic revelations, Harry's hope soon turned to dread when the school bus came into view. Harry hopped on the bus, which was mainly filled with underclassmen, and took his lonely seat at the back of the bus. The other students either ignored him or talked behind his back, completely clueless of Harry's amazing start to the week.
As they got closer to school, Harry started to worry about the retribution Draco Malfoy and his buddies might exact from him for having sex with Daphne and being humiliated in front of Harry. A panic started to creep into his body as the bus pulled up in front of the high school. Harry's legs felt heavy as walked down the aisle of the bus and down the steps to the sidewalk.
Just as he began to walk towards the entrance, a Rolls Royce pulled up. The chauffer scurried around to the passenger side back door and quickly opened it. Out stepped the queen of Little Whinning High herself, Fleur Delacour. She was the hottest girl in the school and she knew it. She was also the meanest girl in school and she knew that too. You didn't talk to Fleur Delacour unless spoken to and if you weren't in her inner circle, you most certainly didn't make eye contact with her. Legend had it that students mysteriously disappeared after having made such a mistake.
Fleur's minions ran over to her. They complimented her outfit, her hair, her shoes, etc. Then they fell in behind her; after all the queen must always go first. The exception was for one of them to open the school door for her. A task they would shove each other out of the way to do.
The Delacours were the wealthiest family in Little Whinning and one of the wealthiest in all of the United Kingdom. Fleur's Mom, Apolline, was an executive at the Ministry. Her father, Vincent, was a mover and shaker with the Firebolt company. He split his time between France and the UK, which meant that Fleur, an only child, spent much of her time by herself. Well, her and the house elfs that ran the mansion the Delacours lived in.
Fleur truly had it all, brains included. She was extremely bright and was in many of the same advanced classes that Harry was in. But, the two had never spoken, nor had their eyes ever met. So, it came as a huge surprise when after Tuesday's AP Physics class, Fleur approached Harry Potter.
"Harry," began Fleur. Harry was confused. Is she talking to me? He didn't dare look at her, choosing to stare out the classroom window instead. "Harry...Potter...I'm talking to you." Harry apprehensively turned his head and faced Fleur. He kept his eyes lowered, however.
"Ye...yes, Fleu...Fleur."
"Would you relax. I'm not going to bite. And, for Merlin's sake look at me." Harry looked up and for the first time truly saw Fleur's beautiful light blue eyes. They contrasted magnificently with her blond hair.
"Harry, I need your help with next week's exam." Harry had a puzzled look on his face. He was the only one standing in the way of Fleur being class valedictorian. Suddenly, a cold shiver went down his spine. Was she going to kill him? Clearly, he had seen too many movies and TV shows. Fleur's words snapped him back to reality.
"Harry, are you listening to me? I said I need your help with next week's exam. I've fallen behind in class."
"Oh, um, what can I do to help?"
"I need your brain." Oh God, she is going to kill me, Harry thought. "I need your brain to help me with the areas I'm having trouble with. Are you busy tonight?"
"Tonight, er, no."
"Good. The sooner the better. Can you drive to my house or do I need to send our chauffer to pick you up?"
"No, I can drive. I can borrow my Mom's car."
"Good. What's your cellphone number?"
"780-270-2112." Fleur punched the digits into her phone and texted Harry with her address.
"I'll see you tonight at 7. Don't worry about dinner. I'll have our cook make something for us." And, just like that she was gone, leaving Harry stupefied. But, he was snapped out of his mental haze when he stepped out into the hallway. Before Harry knew what hit him, he was shoved into a row of lockers. His books and papers went flying everywhere. Draco was in his face in seconds and a bunch of his teammates surrounded him.
"You thought I was going to kick your ass yesterday, loser? Well, today they are going to have trouble identifying you when I'm through with you." Just as Draco was about to haul off on him, Daphne and some of her fellow cheerleaders interceded.
"Hold it," said Daphne as she and the cheer squad squeezed between the players and Harry. "Back off, Draco. You're done picking on Harry."
"Oh, is he your new boyfriend now? Get out of my way." He started to move Daphne out of the way, but she slapped him in the face. Draco looked like steam was about to blow out of his ears. He looked like he might hit Daphne, but then she shoved her phone in his face. A picture of Draco naked was staring back at him.
In a quiet voice, Daphne said, "You and your goons are going to walk away right now and never pick on Harry again, or every girl...and guy...in this school is going to see just how tiny your penis is really is. No girl will go near you. You know me well, so you know that I will do it. And, don't bother trying to grab my phone; I have plenty of copies elsewhere. Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out already, you and I are through. Bye now." Daphne emphasized her last statement with a little wave.
"Come on guys," Draco grudgingly said, and they all walked away.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Daphne said.
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're very welcome, Harry." The cheerleaders helped Harry pick up his books and schoolwork and walked down the hall with him to his next class. It was like he had his very own sexy Secret Service. Heads turned and jaws dropped to see this very different alliance.
Harry spent the next 45 minutes in Trigonometry class, but his thoughts were about Daphne. Specifically, her taking his virginity on Monday and then her heroic actions earlier in the day. He was lost in thought when an announcement on the PA system got his immediate attention.
"Harry Potter, please come to Vice Principal Black's office. Harry Potter to Vice-Principal Black's office." The voice was that of Ms. Tonks. Clearly the vice-principal had heard about his encounter with the football team.
On his way to the office, Harry noticed his fellow students looking at him and whispering. Girls that ignored him were suddenly smiling at him. Several members of the boys' football team high-fived him as they walked past him. Harry's mind was racing as he entered Mrs. Black's office. Ms. Tonks looked up from her laptop and smiled. Then she winked at him and said, "You can go right in." She smacked him on the behind as he walked by, causing him to jump.
"Mrs. Black, you wanted to see me?"
The VP looked up from her paperwork. "Yes, yes Harry. Please close the door, we don't have much time."
"Time for what?" Harry said and gulped.
Mrs. Black walked over to the blinds and quickly closed them. "First off, I wanted to let you know that Draco Malfoy has been suspended for 10 days. I don't think he's going bother you any longer. And, I've already spoken with Coach Hooch about stopping the rest of the football team from harassing you or I'll be in contact with the schools offering them scholarships. I don't think you will have to worry about them going forward.
"Thank you Mrs. Black!"
"Bella."
"Right. Thank you, Bella."
Now, that business is taken care of Harry, take out your cock!"
"But, Bella..."
"Take it out, Harry. You need to get to class soon.
"Yes, Bella." Rather than protest about it being the middle of the school day, Harry undid his belt and jeans and let them drop to his ankles. He then slid his underwear down as well. Bella grabbed his cock with her right hand and started pumping furiously. At the same time, she began running her tongue along the edge of the head of his cock. Harry let out a low moan as his cock responded to Bella's touch. She squeezed his testicles as his head started to bulge.
"This will have to do for now. Give me your cum, baby. Give it to your Bella." The excitement of getting a handjob from the vice-principal in a school full of students got Harry breathing rather heavily in a heartbeat. "That's it Harry, shoot out all of the creamy cum for me. I want it. Give it to me. Give it to me now. Shoot it out of that big gorgeous cock of yours."
Harry began grunting as he neared his orgasm. Bella grabbed an empty travel coffee mug from her desk and aimed Harry's cock head at the inside of it
"That's it my big man. Give Bella something creamy to drink." No sooner had Bella finished her sentence, then Harry's cock starting blasting the inside of the coffee mug. Shot after shot went into the container, some went over it and on to Bella's desk. She excitedly said, "Yes, yes. That's it. Give it all to me." Her words spurred some extra fluid from Harry's cock until he grabbed on to the desk for balance and was seemingly out of ammo. But, Bella jammed the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked out a couple more spurts of ejaculate into her wanton mouth.
Bella wiped her lips and laughed as she looked in her coffee mug. "My God, Harry you filled up half this mug. Plenty for me to mix in with my coffee now and more for later," she said with a lascivious grin. "You best get dressed and get to your next class. Please show yourself out while I clean up in here.
And just like that, Harry got dressed and left Mrs. Black's office. He was glad that Ms. Tonks wasn't in the outer office as he attempted to get to his next class unnoticed. There was still two more hours of school. Surely, nothing else crazy could happen today. But, so far it had been no ordinary week.
English Lit was next and Harry couldn't help but think about the last two days and how his life had changed. Had he gone from being ignored to, should he even think of it that way, a stud? No, no...that's a ridiculous thought. Or was it? Harry's mind couldn't help but wander during class. He replayed Bella's handjob in his mind and soon he had a large bulge in his jeans. That's when he heard a gasp to his left.
It came from a very cute girl named Hermione. She was transfixed staring at Harry's bulge. Harry turned red with embarrassment as did Hermione. They both tried to focus on the lesson but kept glancing over at each other. When class was over, Harry was finally deflated and hurriedly left the room so as not to have any further contact with Hermione.
Finally, the last class, which once again meant Phys Ed. Harry was hoping it was less eventful than Monday's class. Harry grudgingly got changed and headed outside. Tuesday was co-ed kickball day. The uncoordinated senior took his usual position in right field, but instead of no one standing anywhere near him as usual, Daphne came sauntering over.
"Hi Harry," Daphne said in a surprisingly shy tone.
Harry smiled and replied, "Hi Daphne. How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks. Kind of boring out here, ya know?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So, here's the plan. The next time the ball is kicked over to that side of the field, run to the field house and don't look back."
"What?"
"There it goes. Now, run." Daphne took off with tremendous speed, with Harry running as fast as he could to try to catch up to her." They ran behind the field house that was adjacent to the football field and leaned up against the wall.
"What's going on?" Harry asked. Daphne answered him by putting her arms around his neck and initiated a deep and sensual kiss.
"That's what's going on. Come on." Daphne pulled a key chain out of her pocket and opened the locked field house door.
"How did you get the key?"
"It's a master key I stole from one of the custodians a couple of years ago. I know I can trust you not to tell anyone."
"I won't."
"Yesterday was so unbelievable. I need you inside me again."
"I'm actually a little sore right today. Would you mind if I ate you instead?" Daphne's eyes widened in surprise and laughed.
"You're volunteering to go down on me?"
"Yes. Is that strange or something?"
"Draco hated doing it. He's more of the wham bam, thank you ma'am type. He thought performing oral sex on me was gross."
"Why would he think something as beautiful as a woman's vagina was gross?
Daphne smiled widely and took no time at all to drop her shorts and panties, and laid down on a weight bench. "Have at it, Harry." Harry kneeled down on the concrete floor and moved Daphne's legs further apart. He remembered everything he did to Ms. Tonks on Monday and proceeded in the same fashion. Before long he had Daphne groaning, moaning, and repeating "Yes" over and over again. Daphne gripped the sides of the weight bench and wrapped her legs around Harry's sides as she screamed out as the first orgasm hit her. Harry continued his oral assault on Daphne's clit, while he used two or three fingers to fuck Daphne's increasingly wet vagina. He squeezed Daphne's breasts through her t-shirt and bra. Her nipples stabbed at his palms as she arched her back and came once again.
"Oh please, please don't stop." Harry continued on with his fingers while he began to tongue the outer rim of her anus. It sent Daphne over the edge for a third and final time. Suddenly, she burst into tears and Harry instinctively put his arms around her.
"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
Through tears, Daphne said, "A boy has never made me orgasm before."
"But didn't you have a lot of sex with Draco."
"Draco is only concerned with Draco. I always ended up bringing myself to orgasm afterwards." There was an awkward silence and then through tears Daphne's next words stunned Harry.
"Harry, I am so sorry and ashamed for how horribly I've treated you for so many years. Early on, when I knew it was wrong, I was too chicken shit to not go along with Draco and others. I was so desperate to be popular and to be liked. You're a sweet boy and I promise you, I will always have your back from now on no matter what."
"Thanks, Daphne, I appreciate that. Apology accepted on one condition."
"Anything."
" Um, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?" Harry asked while looking down at the floor.
Daphne shocked him again. "Yes, yes I would. How about a movie on Saturday?"
"I'd like that."
"Me too." The duo snuggled for a few more minutes before they realized the time. They locked up the field house's equipment room door and seamlessly snuck back into right field of the kickball game as if they had never left.
On the bus ride home, Harry got a text from Fleur. "Do cheeseburgers, fries, and cokes sound all right for dinner? Also bring your bathing suit in case we have time to use the pool."
Harry texted back, "Okay" and immediately feeling nervous about going to Fleur's that night. He also felt excited and began to get hard, which made it awkward when he departed the bus. He kept books in front of his crotch as he exited the vehicles, but he still heard a few laughs, gasps, and saw a few female mouths agape.
Harry pulled up to the address that Fleur texted a few minutes before 7 pm. There was a double iron gate with an intercom speaker on the driver's side of the car. Harry pushed the button on the speaker and a moment later an elderly sounding gentleman asked Harry to "State his business."
"My name is Harry Potter. I'm here to see Fleur Delacour."
After a short delay, the man replied, "She's expecting you; please follow the driveway up to the main house." Harry thought to himself 'The main house'? A buzzer sounded and the gates opened allowing Harry to drive his mom's 10-year old Ford Escort on to the grounds of the Delacour estate. Five minutes later he pulled up to a giant mansion that looked almost as big as Little Whinning High School. Harry suddenly felt overwhelmed by his surroundings and was two seconds from pulling away, but Fleur appeared at the front door.
It was a warm night in the valley and Fleur was dressed accordingly. She wore a short lightweight dress that had pockets, and a pair of bright purple running shoes. She smiled at Harry and removed one of her hands from her pockets to wave to him. The gesture eased Harry's anxious mind and he shut the car off.
As he approached the door, Fleur said, "Hi Harry. I'm really glad you're here."
"Thanks, Fleur. I'm happy to help you out in any way I can." She once again smiled at him and this time Harry smiled back. Maybe, Fleur wasn't so bad after all, he thought to himself.
Fleur led Harry through the large entryway and into a living room that looked like a grand ballroom. Harry tried to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor as he took in his surroundings. His house could have fit in the living room. Maybe two of his houses. He stared up at the cathedral ceiling and eyed the handful of impressionist era paintings on the walls. Though he couldn't be sure, Harry got the feeling they were originals. The pair made their way to the dining room where Fleur motioned for Harry to put his backpack on a bench off to the side. They sat down across from each other at the dining room table, which had 10 chairs on each side plus another two on the ends.
"It's nice to have dinner with someone for a change. My parents are never home," began Fleur
"You don't have any other family?" Harry replied.
"No, it's just me. This place might be fantastic to the eye, but it's very lonely." With that, Fleur looked down at her empty plate. A sad expression came across her face.
"I'm an only child too, but my parents are great. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, it's okay. I'm happy they're there for you. I know you haven't had the easiest time though with all the bullying and nonsense."
"It's made for my own type of loneliness." Now it was Harry's turn to look sad and stare off in the distance.
"I guess we may be very different, but a lot alike too."
"I guess so. You are definitely the smartest person I know."
"Oh, come on. I'm smart, but you're a freaking genius." Harry turned beet red in response to the comment. "Okay, it's my turn to apologize. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I've always really admired your brain."
"Really?"
"Yes, are you kidding me? I'm jealous of how your mind works. Things seem to come to you so easily. I have to work my butt off to get the grades I get."
"I never really thought about it. I study a lot too, but I guess it's always been fairly easy for me to retain information."
The two continued to talk to like old friends, until an older elf entered the dining room with a rolling cart topped with dinner. He served each of them cheeseburgers, French fries, pickles, coleslaw and sodas.
"Anything else, Miss Fleur?" The elf asked.
"Yes, Dobby. This is my friend Harry. Harry this is Dobby. He's like a grandfather to me." Dobby smirked at the remark and shook Harry's hand.
"Very nice to meet you Harry. It's good to see Fleur have her friends over. Since there's nothing else you need, I'm going to retire for the evening. Have a wonderful night, you two." Fleur got up and hugged and kissed Dobby.
"Good night, Dobby. Say good night to Winky for me."
"I will, miss. Good night."
"Winky is Dobby's wife. She's our cook and is like my grandmother," Fleur explained. "In fact, everyone that works for my parents is like family to me. Dobby and Winky have been with my parents before I was even born. Our gardener, has been here 15 years. Our housekeepers, originally worked for my actual grandparents. The only person that is really new is our chauffer. He's been here less than a year. I'm still working on him to get him to loosen up. He's scared of me. Is that ridiculous or what?"
"Not really."
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone is scared of you." Fleur suddenly paled and looked as if she would cry.
She quietly said, "I know. That way people don't bother me."
"But, why? I mean you are so smart. Everyone thinks you are the most beautiful girl in the school and they're right. You wear beautiful clothes. People wish they were you or could be with you. But, they're afraid to talk to you or make eye contact with you. We've all heard stories."
"Because, I'm scared no one would like me if they really knew me."
"We've been talking for what, 10 minutes? And, in that time I've really gotten to like you. You're great."
"You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not. I mean it. I have no reason to lie to you." Fleur smiled and got up from her chair. She walked to Harry's side of the table and planted a big kiss on his cheek. She then went back to her seat. Now it was Harry who had a big grin.
The two continued talking and eating, and then went up to Fleur's room to study. It looked like most other teenage girl's room plus some extras. Posters of Quidditch stars and a flat screen TV adorned the walls; her desk had a laptop, monitor, and plenty of clutter. There was a four-poster bed, and the room was decorated with a very feminine touch. One of the extras was an en suite that was larger than Harry's bedroom.
The two studied for about 90 minutes, when Fleur said, "How about we go for a swim?"
"Okay," Harry said with some reluctance. He thought of himself as a scrawny guy, albeit one with a huge cock, and here he was about to go swimming with the hottest girl in school. Then he thought about it again. I'm going swimming with the hottest girl in school. Me! And, Harry suddenly felt very lucky and didn't care about what he looked like.
The two walked down to the 50-meter pool, which was the same size as the one in the high school. Fleur showed Harry to one of the two cabanas where he could change into his bathing suit. Harry started to get excited as he changed, which meant his appendage started to get excited. "Not now, not now," Harry said aloud and started thinking of quantum physics to get his cock to go back under control.
Harry emerged from the cabana after five minutes to find Fleur already swimming. She turned around when she heard a splash behind her.
"What took you so long?"
"I had a knot in my drawstring."
"Well, you better hurry if you're going to catch me." Fleur began to swim towards the far end of the pool. Harry stood frozen for a minute watching how graceful she was. When she reached the other end, she looked up to see Harry standing where she'd left him. He was taken with just how sexy she looked with her wet and her body glistening.
"Harry, you can swim, right?"
"Um, yeah." Harry quickly kicked into gear and started swimming towards Fleur. When he neared her side of the pool, she began swimming back the other way. The game of cat and mouse went on for 15 or 20 minutes before Fleur hopped up and sat on the edge of the pool waiting for Harry to swim the last half of the distance to her. He finally reached the end in a fairly winded state.
"Man, you are slow," Fleur said with amusement. Harry responded by chopping a large amount of water into her body and face.
"Oh, you are so dead, Harry." Fleur jumped back into the pool and the two started having a water fight until they both started laughing hysterically and fell into each other's arms. Suddenly the laughter stopped and the two stared into each other's eyes. They both knew what the other was thinking and soon the two were locked in a deeply passionate kiss. In such close quarters it was only a matter of time before Fleur felt Harry's cock stir against her body.
"Holy crap, Harry. Just what are you packing down there?" Per usual, Harry turned beat red when someone talked about the size of his cock. But, for the first time, he took the initiative.
"Why don't we go into the cabana and I'll show you." The two clasped hands and walked up the steps and out of the pool. Fleur's mouth dropped open when she the bulge that was straining inside of Harry's bathing suit. Inside the cabana, Fleur started to get very nervous.
"Despite what people may think, I'm not very experienced sexually."
"Don't worry. Neither am I."
"That thing scares me and I haven't even seen it yet."
"Lately, I've found that facing my fears is a good thing. With that he untied the drawstring and pulled his bathing suit down and unleashed his pussy-hungry cock. Fleur nervously laughed and put her hands to her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm just...just...there are no words."
"It's ok. Why don't you touch it." Fleur slowly walked over and put a few of her fingers on the shaft. It twitched in response, which made Fleur jump back and giggle. Soon, however, she had her hand wrapped around it, or mostly around it since her hands weren't that large, and started stroking it. She looked up at the taller Harry whose breathing had changed.
"This is so hot, Harry. It scares me, but I want to ride you." Fleur then momentarily released Harry's cock and undid her bikini top letting it fall to the floor. She then pulled the matching light blue bottoms down and past her ankles and feet. She was even more beautiful than Harry had imagined. The two began to kiss again while Fleur went back to stroking Harry's cock. He in turn reached down and started rubbing her lips. Soon the two were moaning into each other's mouths.
They broke from their kiss and Harry laid down on the floor, pulling Fleur with him. She positioned herself over his cock and slowly started to insert it in her pussy.
"Ohhh. Going...to...take...this...real...slowly," Fleur said as she eased the beginning of the nearly foot long cock inside of her. Harry held Fleur's hips steady as she continued to lower herself on to him. Her vagina seemed to adjust as it swallowed up more and more of Harry's cock. She was a little more than halfway down when she realized she could go no further. She started to slowly lift back up and slide back down. Over and over she repeated the maneuver as her body started to react the moment. Harry helped ease her up and down on his cock and then eased himself up from the floor slightly so he could feast on her beautiful tits. His tongue flicked her nipples and he sucked on them with great fervor.
"Oh, yes Harry," Fleur cried out as her fingers reached down to her clit, manipulating it as Harry's cock drove even deeper into her. Her breath quickened and she let out a loud moan as an orgasm crashed over her like a breaking wave. Harry wasn't far behind; he dropped Fleur's left nipple from his mouth and held on to her tightly as he started ejaculating inside of her. The volcanic-like eruption easily filled her and oozed out down her leg and on to Harry's legs and balls.
With his cock still inside her, Harry laid back down on the floor, bringing Fleur with him. The two lay there until they both fell asleep. Fleur woke up first.
"Shit, Harry. Its 1:00 wake up."
"Whuh?"
"It's one in morning, wake up."
"Oh shit. Harry threw on his clothes and picked up his phone. There were several text messages and missed phone calls from his parents. "I've got to go," he said to Fleur and gave a quick, but passionate kiss. He called his parents on the way home and explained that the pair had fallen asleep after a long night of cramming for their physics exam. Harry's parents always trusted him, but his mom was wary of her son's explanation.
Harry got home close to two a.m., disrobed and jumped into bed. He was asleep within seconds.
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