The Yule Ball

Fleur was not a happy witch.

Her date, Roger Davies, had been a total flop. The two of them had gone into the rose bushes, Fleur finding the idea of doing such romantic. But as soon as they got there, things had turned south.

The two of them had started making out when Fleur had placed a hand on his crotch. But no sooner had she, that Davies let out a loud moan and suddenly his pants got very wet. This had embarrassed the Ravenclaw and caused him to run off before either of them could do anything else.

So here Fleur was, alone and in despite need of attention.

It wasn't that the French witch was a slut. It was just a matter of her genetics. Being one quarter Veela meant that her sex drive could become very powerful if she got fired up. And alas, the night so far had been very stimulating and Fleur's Veela blood was beginning to boil.

But nothing she could do would fix that now, the poor witch seeing no other alternative then to return to her school's carraige and satisfy her urges herself. But before she could, she decided to head towards a bathroom to fix herself up.

She was her school's champion, so she couldn't be seen looking anything other then perfect. So before anyone could see her, she rushed into the closest hallway and ran as fast as she could in her heels until she found a bathroom.

She headed inside but as soon as she entered, she realised she had made a mistake.

A quick glance around was all the proof she needed to know this was actually a boy's bathroom. If she was seen in here, who knows what might happen.

But before she could leave, the sound a flushing toilet caught her attention before someone stepped out of the nearest cubical.