Fleur Delacour

Harry’s jaw dropped, stood in the mirror was the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Tall, thin and flowing blonde hair was the Beauxbaton champion Fleur Delacour. Harry couldn’t believe how slim she was, he looked down at his perky mounds pushing out. Harry rand his hands over Fleurs body and around her own waist, wondering if he could wrap his own hands entirely around it. Harry was so lost fondling Fleur’s body that he hadn’t noticed a girl walk in who froze at the sight of Fleur, naked, playing with herself in the middle of the toilets and then coughed, which brought Harry around.

“Sorry!”, Harry spurted out and dashed into a cubicle. Harry realised that while polyjuice gave him Fleur’s voice, the accent wasn’t there; this was going to give Harry a problem. He thought he would need to keep talking to a minimum. As Harry started examining his body again, the answer came to him, but he would need to be quick. Harry rushed into the clothes he’d taken for Hermione (who he thought it would be), they didn’t quite fit but a few quick adjustments, it looked passable. Harry’s new plan relied on Ron being so caught up with Fleur, who he doted on, that he won’t notice the little problems like why Fleur was in a Hogwarts blouse and skirt and not wearing a bra.

Ron would be changing in the dorms preparing for training, and everyone else already at the hall. Harry dashed out the toilets, threw his miss-fitting shoes aside and rushed to get to Ron. Harry didn’t have time to think, he knew Fleur had been visiting the hogsmeade village, and maybe up at hall, he was hoping not to run past her in the corridor.

Ron was just at the door when Harry rush into their dorm. Ron looked shocked, “Fleur!?”, he said in surprise, Harry stopped and gave Ron a flirtatious smile “‘’alo” Harry said and knew he needed to stop speaking. Harry’s heart pounding from the run he slowed it all down, he walked the few steps up to Ron looking him in the eyes, head slightly tilted, he pushed his lips to Ron’s and softly kissed him.

Ron didn’t move as Harry brought his hand up to his shoulder, running it down his arm, over his bicep while Fleur’s other hand was sliding around Ron’s waist. Harry felt his own lust coursing through Fleur’s body, between her legs reacting to Ron, who had now started to reciprocate the kiss; Harry thought how Ron wasn’t a bad kisser and pulled himself into further into the embrace, he could feel Fleur’s breasts rubbing against Ron’s broad chest and he felt shots of pleasure in her nipples.

Ron was now getting into the mood, his hands went to Fleur’s waist, running around her. Harry knew Ron didn’t have much experience and he was clearly tentative about exploring Fleur’s treasures. Despite his shyness, Ron was clearly excited as harry could feel Ron’s cock pushing into his abdomen. Harry felt the desire to grab and fondle it, he was curious about his feelings, he wanted this, he knew already this wasn’t going to be just a blowjob. Harry started to disrobe Ron, lifting his jumper off, Harry was turned on by his smooth chest, he never really realised how broad Ron was, maybe it was just being in Fleur’s slim body but Ron felt so big, so strong.

As Harry lowered his kisses down to Ron’s chest, Ron started to sound nervous, “err, um, Fleur… I’m…um meeting Harry…”, Harry moved to Ron’s ear, and simply whispered “Shhhh…” so softly it seemed to pacify Ron and Harry used that moment to run his hands over Ron’s package, unzipping his jeans and pushing in. Harry found Ron was bigger than he was but he couldn’t care at the moment; he just wanted Ron inside him.

Harry started pushing Ron back. Ron let Fleur lead and sat at the end of Harry’s bed as Harry put Fleur’s knees either side of him, kneeling on the bed as Ron started to unbutton Fleur’s blouse. Ron was struggling, his hands shaking with nerves and so Harry helped, he loved Ron’s look when the blouse dropped and Ron stared straight at Fleur’s hard-nippled, perky, firm peaks. Harry put one hand around Ron’s head, pulling him in as his other unbuckled Ron and with Ron’s face in his breasts, Harry just about got Ron’s jeans down enough to expose his cock and ran his small hand over the head of Ron’s cock, just as he heard Ron’s gasp of pleasure, Harry heard dorm room door open the thick French accent of the real Fleur Delaclour, “what is ‘appening here?!”.

Ron jumped up, pushing Harry to the floor to the side of the bed. As Harry looked up, he saw Ron above him, his cock up like a flag pole as Ron realised and quickly scrambled to cover up. Stood in a beautiful blue dress, Fleur looked around the room. Harry froze, he had no idea what to say, Fleur walked in and stood in front of Ron as she took him in with her eyes for a moment, and then looked down at her own body on the floor. “And who is zis?” Fluer seemed to be asking Ron.

“I’ve no idea, I thought… well I thought it was you, she just came in and …er…jumped me…I’m, I’ lm really sorry!” Ron said looking down.

“And you thought you vould have some fun, no? Wiv no thought, no care, oh! Hogwartz boys are so dumb”, and Fluer looked back to Harry, still on the floor “You, tell me who you ar!” But Harry stayed silent. “I think we must wait for ‘em or ‘er to change back, no?”, and once again took in the sight of Ron, whose jeans had slipped down to his knees. Looking at Ron’s hands covering himself Fluer moved her own hand to his and said “I zink you owe me a good look at you, you ‘av now seen seen all of me now” and Ron looked up at Fleur, down at Harry and then back to Fluer but he knew she was right and he let Fleur slowly move his hands as he shook out of his jeans, and stood completely naked in front of Fleur, he was still rock hard.

“You ‘av a handsome body Ron, and a nice big cock” Fleur spoke softly now, turning to Ron and moving a hand up to Ron’s chest running circles softly over him, “I zink we should keep busy, no?” her other hand ran down to the tip of Ron’s cock, feathering his tip teasingly. Harry found the sight a huge turn on as he watched Fleur, in her long sea blue dress, prepared for the evening, running her hands over Ron she moved in for a kiss. Fleur, clearly sensing Ron’s shyness, she pushed the shoulders of her dress to the side as is slipped straight down and Fleur stood in he the slimmest pink laced panties and bra.

This was all too much for Harry, he had to find a release, he moved forward on his knees. Fleur, seemingly noticing Harry, pushed Ron flat on his back on Harry’s bed and positioned herself over him, unhooked her bra she lifted Ron’s hand up to her tits. Harry moved around, he pulled Fleur’s panties down and move his head toward Fleur’s pussy, he noticed how she’d trimmed her hair displaying her neatly tucked pussy lips, it was all too much for Harry as he began pleasuring Fleur with his tongue.

After Fleur had enjoyed Harry’s tongue long enough, she shot a spell and he was lifted back against the wall, spread eagled. Ropes appeared from the wall holding him in place. The ropes started running all over his body, two thick cock shaped objects appeared out of the wall between Harry’s legs. Harry felt the first pushing against his pussy, he felt his pussy tightening and then suddenly the cock shaped object shoved straight into him, shoving hard into the soft lips as he let out a small scream of shock; this sound didn’t phase Fleur, she had moved her waist over Ron’s cock. As if timed with Harry’s pain, she lowered herself over Ron who groaned in pleasure as Harry felt his pussy exploding with cum..

Harry felt semi conscious as he was getting firmly fucked, half pleasure and half pain as the ropes tightened against his breasts, almost crushing them. Without warning the second cock rammed straight up his arse, he screamed and was ashamed to be enjoying such penetration.

Fleur seemed to sense Ron coming close to finishing and stood off him, Ron pleaded for her to finish but Fleur was having none of it and told him to stay where he was. Harry knew the polyjuice was wearing off and Fleur clearly noticed as she walked up to see who her body thief was. She removed the cock objects and watched as Harry squirmed back to his own body, “‘arry? I am surprised you would do zis! I know I am ‘ot but dis is not right, no?” Harry hung his head ashamed. “Tell me why you did ‘zis” she tried to demand but Harry couldn’t speak.

“I cannot report the boy who saved my sister but I ‘av to punish you ‘arry.”. Fleur looked over at Ron. “You must finish wat I ‘av started with Ron, you must crawl over zer, and suck ‘is cock”. Harry didn’t say anything. He knew she was right, he must be punished. Fleur removed the rope and Harry fell, he was weak. Harry got to his knees and crawled to his own bed. Ron stayed flat on his back, probably to avoid Harry’s eyes. Ron hadn’t said anything, as if he wanted this to not be true. Harry put hands up to Ron’s thighs and without the anonymity of another’s body he positioned his own mouth to the tip of Ron’s cock, he slowly lowered himself down to feel his best friend’s cock pushing against the back of his throat.

Fleur had walked to the side of Ron, wanting to make sure Harry was fully punished she whispered to Ron, “Finish zis for me Ron, punish ‘em for what ‘e has done, be my man” and Ron got the message. Harry faintly heard her as he was lost in his cocksucking. He suddenly felt Ron pushing him off him and Harry fell back on the floor. Ron got up and kneeled in front of Harry; Ron looked at his Harry’s smaller cock which was stood rock hard, he smiled a little and simply said “Turn over”, Harry looked up at Fleur who nodded as she stood over them both whilst she got dressed. Harry had ****, he felt humiliated, weak from the ropes he was beaten; Harry was nervous, he had lusted after Ron when he was Fleur and he could admit he enjoyed sucking Ron’s cock a moment ago, but this was something else, he would be submitting himself completely to Ron.

Harry couldn’t see an alternative, he used his remaining strength to turn over. Ron positioned his cock between Harry’a cheeks. Harry couldn’t believe what one bet had come to, he couldn’t believe he’d enjoyed sucking Ron’s cock, he was now going to be Ron’s bitch, his body for Ron to do with as he pleased and Harry he watched Fleur walking out as his scream escaped the door with her, Ron took no mercy and had shoved his cock as far into Harry as he could.