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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,887
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Goblet Reunion
Disclaimer: I don\'t own any original HP characters, they all belong to J.K! Though there\'s no harm playing, is there?
Please review (don\'t fear to criticize, I don\'t mind).
Enjoy
Chapter II - The goblet reunion
Harry woke up as they reached his home and shouted his farewell to Remus\' hazy image through the ringing in his head. They agreed to meet again tomorrow morning so Remus could explain again how he thought they could possibly bring Sirius back to life.
Harry was feeling as if he was walking on clouds as he climbed the steps back to their bedroom. He was sure he and his dear pretty Fleur could sort everything up now and have some of that wonderful make-up sex.
Entering their bedroom Harry spied himself having the most arousingly possible sex with a shouting Fleur: “Yes, yes, oh gods don’t stop, oh YES!” as he pounded into her, her legs hugging his crooked legs and her nails leaving angry marks on his back.
Harry hugged the doorframe to try and relieve his bulging tension as he called “Go on Harry, you can do it, just a little longer” cheering himself to give Fleur her best orgasm ever.
As Fleur called out one last time “Oui, Oh Oui, Oh Ouiiiii!” he felt himself bursting in the lock hole just as his other self let his streams gush into his lovely smiling Fleur.
Fleur smiled to him on the bed and crooned, “I love you Victor. I love you so much, My Vicush.”, hugging and kissing him to her as they settled on their sides to catch their breaths.
Harry scoffed angrily trying to extricate himself as painlessly as possible from the tight lock hole as he called out “Don’t you know whom you just made love to? We’ve been married for six years now woman.”
“\'arry. I didn’t know you were coming back \'ome so soon dear. You’re not angry with me Harry, right?” Fleur said as she hastily got up and covered herself with a blanket and hid the nervous Victor behind her.
“Why am I hiding behind your back like a spineless bunny? And what did you do to my poor legs? They look all twisted up. You should be gentler with me from now on.” he nodded to himself in agreement.
Meanwhile Fleur and Victor were exchanging odd looks between them until finally Fleur burst out “You drunken flop. Zis is Victor Krum in my bed and I was sleeping with him.” while Victor tried to shush her surreptitiously.
“Now don’t you shush me, Victor. I \'ave \'ad enough of zis farce and I demand zat you leave zis house at once \'arry and never dare show your face around \'ere again.”
Harry was coming back from the lovely blurry pink clouds where he was giving his Fleur the orgasm of their life to the painful earth of reality where the ugly Victor Krum was trying to draw the blanket out of Fleur\'s hands and pretend there was nothing unusual in having him there naked in their bedroom.
Harry thought he should be the one to berate Fleur and not the other way around. He tried to think what he should say but his tongue felt thick and unwieldy and he just sulked back silently trying to make her pity him into taking him back to her. Harry was sure that with a little practice he could be as good as Krum. After all if he could beat him at Triwizard tournaments he was sure he could come on tops in bed as well.
Meanwhile Fleur was rambling on about how she had thought she was marrying a great warrior wizard who could defeat the likes of he-who-no-longer-must-not-be-named-but-for-safety-reasons-should-still-not-be-named-nonetheless but discovered that she really married a boy with house-elfish tendencies. Well, she was tired of him and she wanted to be with someone who had real ambition in him, someone who can bring home the Quidditch world cup and than conquer her in bed like the stud that he was instead of complaining about doing it once already that week.
In short order Harry found himself alone in the street outside with all his clothing and possessions strewn around him thinking up great retorts that will show Fleur he shouldn\'t be messed around with.
\"Well I did kill Voldemort when everybody thought we were lost. And besides, I\'m tons better than that ugly Krum. The guy performed Cruciatus on you at the Triwizard tournament for Christ’s sake and went to school with a yellow Deatheater for a principal. And if I wanted to I could beat him anytime at Quidditch.\"
Harry felt much better now that he got the last word \"Yeah that showed her.\" Harry muttered to himself until he remembered Fleur wasn\'t there to hear all his great repartees and be cowed into begging him to take her back to him and forgive her for cheating on him. \"Like I\'d forgive her just like that. Hah. Hah, hah.\"
He thought about storming back in and throw the both of them out like she did him but now that the afterglow of all those fire-whiskeys was gone and he was feeling really lousy he thought he would probably end up trying to Expeliarmus Krum\'s other wand from his pants and get hexed and laughed at by the two of them. Besides, Fleur had friends all over town not to mention the Ministry and would probably get some Aurors on his butt to send him straight to Azkaban for stalking her. His best option was to just admit defeat, curl his tail between his legs and find someplace to stay for the night.
Shivering from the cold autumn wind he wondered where to go now. Quickly he rejected Ron and Hermione and all the other chums from school, as he was sure he would never live down their ridicule and pity for the next twenty years. Finally he decided that Lupin, his former professor and since his godfather’s death the only remaining parent-figure in his life, was his best option. Remus was always there for him when he needed him with good advice and open heart. Picking his fallen broomstick from the jumble and passing his hand along its smooth shiny length, he sighed in relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if something happened to it in the fall. He felt his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he hugged his broomstick to his chest. It was the broomstick Sirius gave him at school, more precious to him than Fleur could ever imagine. Packing his things together with his wand, he tied them to his good old loyal broom and started flying London-wise to Remus’ place not pausing to look back.
Please review (don\'t fear to criticize, I don\'t mind).
Enjoy
Chapter II - The goblet reunion
Harry woke up as they reached his home and shouted his farewell to Remus\' hazy image through the ringing in his head. They agreed to meet again tomorrow morning so Remus could explain again how he thought they could possibly bring Sirius back to life.
Harry was feeling as if he was walking on clouds as he climbed the steps back to their bedroom. He was sure he and his dear pretty Fleur could sort everything up now and have some of that wonderful make-up sex.
Entering their bedroom Harry spied himself having the most arousingly possible sex with a shouting Fleur: “Yes, yes, oh gods don’t stop, oh YES!” as he pounded into her, her legs hugging his crooked legs and her nails leaving angry marks on his back.
Harry hugged the doorframe to try and relieve his bulging tension as he called “Go on Harry, you can do it, just a little longer” cheering himself to give Fleur her best orgasm ever.
As Fleur called out one last time “Oui, Oh Oui, Oh Ouiiiii!” he felt himself bursting in the lock hole just as his other self let his streams gush into his lovely smiling Fleur.
Fleur smiled to him on the bed and crooned, “I love you Victor. I love you so much, My Vicush.”, hugging and kissing him to her as they settled on their sides to catch their breaths.
Harry scoffed angrily trying to extricate himself as painlessly as possible from the tight lock hole as he called out “Don’t you know whom you just made love to? We’ve been married for six years now woman.”
“\'arry. I didn’t know you were coming back \'ome so soon dear. You’re not angry with me Harry, right?” Fleur said as she hastily got up and covered herself with a blanket and hid the nervous Victor behind her.
“Why am I hiding behind your back like a spineless bunny? And what did you do to my poor legs? They look all twisted up. You should be gentler with me from now on.” he nodded to himself in agreement.
Meanwhile Fleur and Victor were exchanging odd looks between them until finally Fleur burst out “You drunken flop. Zis is Victor Krum in my bed and I was sleeping with him.” while Victor tried to shush her surreptitiously.
“Now don’t you shush me, Victor. I \'ave \'ad enough of zis farce and I demand zat you leave zis house at once \'arry and never dare show your face around \'ere again.”
Harry was coming back from the lovely blurry pink clouds where he was giving his Fleur the orgasm of their life to the painful earth of reality where the ugly Victor Krum was trying to draw the blanket out of Fleur\'s hands and pretend there was nothing unusual in having him there naked in their bedroom.
Harry thought he should be the one to berate Fleur and not the other way around. He tried to think what he should say but his tongue felt thick and unwieldy and he just sulked back silently trying to make her pity him into taking him back to her. Harry was sure that with a little practice he could be as good as Krum. After all if he could beat him at Triwizard tournaments he was sure he could come on tops in bed as well.
Meanwhile Fleur was rambling on about how she had thought she was marrying a great warrior wizard who could defeat the likes of he-who-no-longer-must-not-be-named-but-for-safety-reasons-should-still-not-be-named-nonetheless but discovered that she really married a boy with house-elfish tendencies. Well, she was tired of him and she wanted to be with someone who had real ambition in him, someone who can bring home the Quidditch world cup and than conquer her in bed like the stud that he was instead of complaining about doing it once already that week.
In short order Harry found himself alone in the street outside with all his clothing and possessions strewn around him thinking up great retorts that will show Fleur he shouldn\'t be messed around with.
\"Well I did kill Voldemort when everybody thought we were lost. And besides, I\'m tons better than that ugly Krum. The guy performed Cruciatus on you at the Triwizard tournament for Christ’s sake and went to school with a yellow Deatheater for a principal. And if I wanted to I could beat him anytime at Quidditch.\"
Harry felt much better now that he got the last word \"Yeah that showed her.\" Harry muttered to himself until he remembered Fleur wasn\'t there to hear all his great repartees and be cowed into begging him to take her back to him and forgive her for cheating on him. \"Like I\'d forgive her just like that. Hah. Hah, hah.\"
He thought about storming back in and throw the both of them out like she did him but now that the afterglow of all those fire-whiskeys was gone and he was feeling really lousy he thought he would probably end up trying to Expeliarmus Krum\'s other wand from his pants and get hexed and laughed at by the two of them. Besides, Fleur had friends all over town not to mention the Ministry and would probably get some Aurors on his butt to send him straight to Azkaban for stalking her. His best option was to just admit defeat, curl his tail between his legs and find someplace to stay for the night.
Shivering from the cold autumn wind he wondered where to go now. Quickly he rejected Ron and Hermione and all the other chums from school, as he was sure he would never live down their ridicule and pity for the next twenty years. Finally he decided that Lupin, his former professor and since his godfather’s death the only remaining parent-figure in his life, was his best option. Remus was always there for him when he needed him with good advice and open heart. Picking his fallen broomstick from the jumble and passing his hand along its smooth shiny length, he sighed in relief. He didn’t know what he would have done if something happened to it in the fall. He felt his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he hugged his broomstick to his chest. It was the broomstick Sirius gave him at school, more precious to him than Fleur could ever imagine. Packing his things together with his wand, he tied them to his good old loyal broom and started flying London-wise to Remus’ place not pausing to look back.