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Keeping it Down	By : pettybureaucrat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 34450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry was moderately pleased with the outcome of his confrontation with Ginny’s brothers and
highly pleased with Katie’s visit. The following evening Ginny had eaten something that had
disagreed with her for dinner, a true rarity among Weasleys, and didn’t feel very friendly or
sexy, so Harry was prepared to spend the night alone. At least he felt no need to wank off, his
activities over the last month had made that method of release very unsatisfying.

He was hoping maybe Hermione would knock Ron out again, or maybe even Penny would feel
like a change from Percy. Katie had gone home, she was so pissed at Charlie at the moment.

Harry saw his doorknob turn, looked expectantly for Hermione or Penny. His eyes practically
popped out of his skull when Fleur literally ‘floated’ in, her gossamer gown hiding nothing of
her lithe, desirable figure. He even saw her essence on her thighs, she seemed to have come to
him straight from shagging her husband.

Harry gulped and stammered, “Fleur?! FLEUR!? What, what a, a surprise!! Umm, it’s
probably not a good idea to be in here with me alone. Fleur, wait, stop!! Don’t, don’t take off
your robe! What are you doing!? Fleur!? Don’t, don’t get in bed with me!! FLEUR!!”

Harry was quivering from fright and lust as Fleur cuddled up to him, laid her perfect body on his
chest, straddled his one leg with both of hers. Harry could feel her heat on his thigh, could feel
her essence (and probably Bill’s, as well, he reflected nervously) flowing onto his leg.

She began to rub herself on his leg, Harry moaned and almost pled, “Fleur!! STOP!! Please,
Fleur it’s, it’s one thing, shagging Hermione or Penny or Katie! But you, you’re married!! We
can’t, Fleur, we can’t!!”

She looked at him with her haunting eyes, breathed in his face, “But we can, ‘Arree! I am part
veela, Beell knows zat and I warned ‘im, warned ‘im before ‘e even deflowered me, zat even if
we wed, zere might be times I required more zan just ‘im!! Zis iz one of zose times, ‘Arree! ‘E
‘ad loved me well, but ‘is attitude towards your sweet, beautiful Geenee iz zo, zo backwards!
Zo, zo, oh, I don’t know ze words! I am veree mad at ‘im, treating ‘er like a pet, a toy zat ‘e
zinks ‘e owns!”

Harry was really worried now. She obviously meant to try and have sex with him but Harry
knew that Arthur and Molly’s goodwill would vanish instantly if he should actually shag their
oldest son’s new wife!

He begged, “FLEUR!! We can’t, we just can’t! I might understand, maybe Bill would, but no
one else would! I’d be thrown out, forbidden to return! Fleur, you’re married! I, I just can’t
make love to you!”

She kissed him hot and long, Harry felt his resistance weakening. He should never have let her
get this close to him, he knew what veelas could do. Even though only one quarter veela, with
her incredible body and stunning looks, as well as her hypnotic eyes and sensual, intoxicating
feminine aroma, Fleur could make any man her slave if she so desired.

Harry tried one more time, “Please, Fleur! I’ll never be able to see Ginny again! If you love her,
love me, don’t, don’t make me do this!”

She kissed him again, Harry felt his soul being stolen from him.

She licked his lips, his chin, his neck and breathed in his ear, “Eet iz too late to turn back now,
‘Arree! You are in my power! I weell take all ze blame! Eet iz my fault, you cannot rezizt me,
no man can! Take me, my raven ‘aired lover, make me scream your name!!”

Harry seized her, kissed her with fire and passion, felt his manhood harden instantly as her hand
touched it. He was on fire, he had to quench it in her body. He tossed her on her back, put his
lips on her womanhood and sucked on her hard, erect clitoris.

She squealed with erotic pleasure, “‘ARREEEEEEE!! Oh, mon dieux, eet, eet iz zo, zo good!!
Your lips, your tongue, ah, oui, oui, OUIIIIIIIII!!!”

She came and Harry nearly passed out as he tasted her essence. It was fine wine, it was honey
and sugar, it was water in the desert, it was unlike anything he’d ever tasted!

She squirmed, pushed his mouth down on her more firmly, gasped, “Yez, ‘Arree!! MORE!! Oh,
your tongue, your tongue!! Yez, put it in me, yez, all ze way into me! OH, mon dieux!! Zat, zat
iz eet, just zere, just zere, just, just like zat, zat, ZAAAATTTTTT!! OUIIIIIIIIII!!”

She flowed into him again, Harry couldn’t wait any longer and moved up between her lean, pale
thighs, positioned himself against her rosy lips and shoved his length all the way into her!

She bounced and writhed, whined, “‘ARREEEEEE!! Gods, gods, yez, oh, ‘Arree!! Zo big, zo
‘ard, ‘zo ‘ot!! Ah, ah, ah, yez, eet, eet iz good, zo good, zo veree, veree, VEREE GOOOOOD!!”

She rocked and came, Harry whimpered as her hot, wet, silky sheath clasped his cock like a satin
vice, felt her muscles flutter and ripple down his length. He almost lost it then, it was a feeling
like none he had ever felt before!

He continued to ravage her, there was no other word for it. He pounded in and out of her
incredible, fiery depths, his cock aching to shoot its store of hot love deep into the incredible
witch bouncing and gasping and writhing beneath his insistent thrusts.

Fleur moaned in his ear, “‘ARREEEEEEEYY! Mon dieux!! You are un étalon, un tombeur!!
Ahh, ahh, fuck me, fuck me ‘ard, ‘arder, ‘ARDER!!”

Harry did his best to obey, thrusting deeply into Fleur’s hot, soaked cunt as she thrashed and
squirmed and writhed beneath Harry’s Quidditch hardened body.

She squeezed him firmly within her silken vice again, Harry groaned, “Fleur, Fleur, gods, Fleur!!
I, one more, that’s all I, I can take! I must, I must cum, I MUST!!! GODS!”

Fleur was whimpering, her breath was ragged and harsh, her eyes were rolled back in their
sockets with ecstasy!

She cried, begged, “Only, only a leetle longer, ‘Arree, mon amant, mon homme sexy, mon dieu
de l’amour! Yez, yez, oh, like zat, yez, oui, oui, OUI, ‘ARREEEEEE!!”

Harry pumped her once more then actually cried in pain as his aching balls released a flood of
liquid love into his cock that continued to spurt deep into Fleur’s clasping, clenching, passion
soaked sheath. He continued to thrust into her, groaning at every release as her vagina rippled
and undulated, literally forcing every drop of Harry’s essence from his hard, stiff rod into her
womanly vessel.

When he was finally emptied, he simply collapsed on her, unable to move. He continued to
groan in erotic agony as her cunt continued to squeeze and compress and grip his aching prick in
its sensual clutches until it was finally limp and flaccid and fell from her, her cum still glistening
on the tip and semen droplets still seeping from the opening.

Fleur hugged him to her perfect body, kissed him with passion and fire. Her soft hands stroked
his back as her dainty feet stroked up and down the back of his thighs, making him shiver with
lust.

She kissed him again, rolled them over and sat upright on him. She smiled and proclaimed, “Ze
goddess accepts your worship and your offering! I am pleazed, ‘Arree, zo veree, VEREE
pleazed. I releaze you from my spell. Geenee will ‘ave a zex life wizz you zat will be ze envy
of every ozzer witch in wizardom, including moi! Nevair tell, but you are zee finest lovair I ‘ave
ever ‘ad between my legs. Sans egal, ‘Arree, you are a class by yourzelf. I am zo ‘appee we ‘ad
zis chance to love each ozzer.”

She arose and donned her transparent robe, Harry watched her slender ass provocatively wiggle
its way to his door. She turned, blew him a kiss and left.

Harry just laid on his back, trying to catch his breath and was beginning to wonder if the whole
episode was some sort of erotic fantasy. Perhaps he had contracted Dragon Pox and was
hallucinating before he died. But he touched his flaccid, throbbing organ, felt her wetness
beginning to cake on it, like the glaze on a doughnut. He brought some to his lips, licked his
fingers and knew it was no dream. It was her unique essence, his cock and balls and thighs were
covered with it.

“Gods,” Harry thought, “I actually did it! I actually FUCKED Fleur!! OH, I am so, so dead. If
Bill doesn’t kill me, Molly and Arthur will and Ginny will finish me off! Harry Potter, you are
one stupid shit! How could I do it!? She’s Bill’s wife! They’ve been married barely a month!
But, I just couldn’t resist her! I should have told her to leave as soon as she came in! But, I did!
Can my life get any more fucked up!?”

Fleur wandered into the kitchen, her thoughts still lingering on Harry’s incredible sexual
performance with her. She had not been stretching the truth, not much, anyway, when she told
him he was the finest lover she ever had between her legs. For a young wizard who had been a
virgin just a month ago, Harry Potter had learned how to please a witch very fast and very well.

She opened the back door, just to breath in the fresh, sweet country air. There were the scents of
the various flowers in Molly’s garden, fresh cut grass, and...

Fleur’s senses suddenly became aware of something out of place, a smell of death. Most people
wrote Fleur off as a pretty face and sexy bed toy. She was a witch of considerable skill and
strength and her veela heritage gave her some unusual sensory powers. She could ‘smell’ men’s
arousal, would know when someone was lusting for her. She normally just used it to tease them
but this odor was not just lust, it contained violence and death.

A subtle movement caught her eye, a nearly invisible black shape. She drew her wand and sent a
stun without even thinking, watched as the masked Death Eater groaned and fell to the ground.

He dodged a return stun, slammed the door, locked it and screamed, “MANGEUR DE MERDE,
ER, MORT!! DEATH EATERS!! AU SECOURS!! BEELL!! MOLLEE!! ARTHUR!!

The household awoke with a start, windows started breaking and masked men and women
surrounded the Burrow and pounded it with reducto and incendio spells.

Bill was at her side in an instant, Molly appeared next, while Arthur battled a Death Eater that
had crashed though their bedroom window. Harry emerged, blasted McNair who was coming in
a window. The would-be slayer of Buckbeak fell backwards, unconscious, nearly dead.

Percy and Penny were fighting Amycus and Alecto in Percy’s bedroom. Penny used a most
unladylike kick to Amycus’ groin to disable him long enough to stun him. She turned and
blasted Alecto in the back. Percy smiled, gave Penny a quick kiss and they ran to the stairs.

George, Alicia, Fred and Angelina were firing spells and stuns from the twins’ bedroom
windows. Ron and Hermione had finally joined the others in the kitchen fighting off what
appeared to be the main attack. Charlie had snuck out the window in his room and began
picking off Death Eaters from the cover of the shrubbery in the garden.

Harry sent a blast at Crabbe, Sr., in a window, but he ducked away and cried, “Where’s Ginny!?”

A chorus of ‘Don’t knows’ and ‘Haven’t seen hers’ sent Harry pounding up the steps.

Percy tried to stop him, snapping, “It time to fight, not shag my sister, Potter.”

Harry snarled, “She’s still in her room, anything could be happening! Let me go!” He shoved
Percy aside and got to Ginny’s door.

He heard her voice, screaming, “Get the fuck off me, Dean!! I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard!”

Harry blasted her door open, saw a half naked Dean Thomas trying to force his hard, erect penis
in between Ginny’s legs.

Dean pointed his wand at Ginny’s temple, sneered, “I’ll burn her brain out, Harry! Get out!
She’s mine, she’s always been mine!! Now, I’m getting what should have been mine months
ago!”

Dean had, unfortunately for him, allowed his legs to part just enough for Ginny to knee him in
his exposed balls. He gasped in pain, his wand fell from his fingers and Harry blasted him off of
Ginny!

He ran to her, kissed her, cried, “He, he didn’t..., you’re not...”

Ginny managed a smile, “I told you I was saving my virginity for you, Harry! Look out!”

Ginny pulled him to the bed as an incendio from broom riding Death Eater flashed through a
window.

She giggled, “You’re hot stuff, Harry, but not THAT hot!”

He laughed, sent his own incendio and set the broom’s besom on fire, heard a familiar voice cry,
as it plummeted downwards, “Curse you, Red Baroness!”

Ginny’s eyes bulged, “BOOT!? Terry Boot!? You bastard!!”

Harry had to grin, “Red Baroness?”

Ginny blushed, “Not important! Er, I’ll tell you another time!”

Dean was beginning to stir, Ginny rolled out of bed, grunted as she lifted him and bodily hurled
him out her window.

Harry just gaped, “Umm, Ginny? We’re on the third floor, you know!”

She gasped, “Oh, shit! Well, he had it coming! Boot, too! Let’s go downstairs, Harry!”

They opened her door, quickly jumped back into her room as two or three stuns zipped up the
stairs at them!

Ginny cried, “They, they’re in the house! What do we do!?” Harry hugged her, apparated them
to the roof.

Ginny was slightly green, gulped, “Er, a little warning next time, Harry! Duck!”

Harry ducked, Ginny hurled a stun that sent Jugson falling three stories to break his neck.

Suddenly, Severus Snape was there! Harry deflected his stun, sent his own back, which Snape
easily countered.

Snape sneered, “Pitiful, Potter, just pitiful, as usual!”

Harry kept his temper, challenged, “Well, try this on for size, you greasy git!!”

Harry send an impedimenta that was so powerful that it overwhelmed Snape’s shield and hurled
him backwards to crash into the chimney. Snape dropped his wand, Harry quickly accioed it to
his own hand and walked up to Snape, glaring.

He pronounced, more calmly than he felt, “I hereby sentence you to death for the murder of
Albus Dumbledore! Any last words, you scum sucking asshole?”

Arthur appeared on the roof, cried, “Expelliarmus,” and Harry’s wand flew from his hand.

He stared at Ginny’s father, screamed, “Mr. Weasley!! It’s Snape!! I’m going to kill the
bastard!”

Arthur shook his head, ran over and said simply, “No, Harry! Severus, are you alright?”

Harry looked on in shock as Snape rubbed the back of his head, muttered, “I see Potter must
have been practicing while he’s been here. It takes a great deal of power to break a protego
charm like that! Congratulations, Potter! You may amount to something yet! Unlike that
worthless git of a father of yours!”

Harry rushed at Snape, kicked him hard in the ribs.

Arthur pulled him back, “STOP IT! Both of you!! Severus, that was uncalled for! At least have
a little respect for the dead. Harry, stop! Severus is on our side!”

Harry just gaped in disbelief, Ginny’s mouth dropped open and she cried, “DADDY!! He, he
killed Dumbledore!”

Arthur nodded sadly, “I know, I know. Albus knew it might be necessary and commanded
Severus to kill him. He had given Narcissa an Unbreakable Vow, he had to protect Draco. Now,
Severus is Vol..Vol...Voldemort’s most trusted lieutenant. He feeds the Order information, he
may even be able to help locate the, the pieces of Voldemort’s soul.”

Harry and Ginny gaped in disbelief as disapparation pops sounded as the Death Eaters retreated.

Snape said, “There’s not much time, here Potter, see for yourself with your own eyes!”

Snape summoned his wand, twirled it at his temple and withdrew the memory where
Dumbledore had said to him in his office, “Severus, if I say ‘please’ when we duel, you are to
kill me, understand! If I say, ‘don’t,’ then just stun me.”

Snape had actually wept, “I can’t, Albus! Kill you!? You, you can’t make me do that! You’re
the only one who ever trusted me, ever cared about me.”

Dumbledore had answered in a kindly, but determined, voice, “Not true, Severus, Lily cared for
you, but you refused to accept her sympathy, which was all she could give you. She loved
James, she did, and you just couldn’t accept it! But, that’s not important now, what is important
is you retaining Voldemort’s trust! It must be done! Don’t let Draco become a murderer,
remember your vow to Narcissa!”

The memory faded, Harry was weeping, “I don’t believe it! It’s a fake!”

Snape sneered, “You can’t fake a memory drawn directly from your mind, Potter, you know that!
I have to return or they’ll be back for me in greater force!”

Harry took his wand from Arthur, pointed it at Snape and said, “Sectum Sempra!” A nasty cut
appeared across Snape’s chest.

Arthur cried, “Harry, stop!” Snape just glared at him, his wand twitched in his fingers.

Harry smiled, “It will look more convincing if you’re ‘wounded,’ Severus!”

Snape’s lips actually curled into a simile of a smile. “You may become a decent wizard in spite
of yourself, Potter! I need to disapparate!”

Harry replied, mockingly, “Thanks for the ‘praise,’ Severus, old ‘chum!’ Tell old Snakeface that
I’m going to make him suck my cock before I kill him! And if he ‘fangs’ me, I’ll kill him real
slow!!”

Snape actually chuckled, “I’ll deliver your message, HARRY! That should cost whoever
snickers at him their life, so one less Death Eater to worry about! Thank you, Arthur! Is
everyone alright?”

Arthur nodded, “A few scratches, George got a ‘stupefy’ to the head. If it was anywhere else, I
might be worried.”

That got another cold chuckle from Snape and out and out laughter from Harry and Ginny.

Arthur cautioned, “Take care, Severus, please! You’re more important than ever since Albus is
gone!”

Snape replied, “He’s not gone, you know that. Just in a different plane. Watch your back,
Potter. I don’t much care for Alastor but ‘constant vigilance’ would be a good idea!”

With that, Snape disapparated.
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