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      Published: 2017-06-11 Updated: 2017-06-13 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6474
****** Regaining Control ******
by Videl_Exumai
Summary
     Mere hours before the first task of The Tri-Wizard Tournament, the
     three male champions buckle beneath the pressure of what is supposed
     to be a means of establishing international, magical cooperation.
     Realising that they might die within the next few moments the three
     boys decide to take control, since no man wants to die alone, and no
     one wants to die a virgin.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Cedric Diggory was sweating like a pig caught in the bay of a butchers shop.
His nerves were raw, his heart was pounding, and he paced back and forth behind
the screen which protected the Four Champions privacy from each other, while
they mentally, and physically prepared themselves for the coming prospect of
the first task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
Dragons? Fucking Dragons?
That was ridiculous! 
Cedric remembered Harry Potter telling him about the forthcoming stipulations
of the First Task, however Diggory had hoped that this had been some fucked up,
mental strategy Harry was playing to try and destabilize his resolve before the
true First Task was revealed.
How the hell did he know about those Dragons? 
How the hell was Cedric supposed to go toe to toe with a massive, maternally
instinctive, magically infused, fire breathing lizard?
Fuck this shit!
Cedric had put his name in the Goblet of Fire to win himself eternal glory. Not
to get his ass barbecued before the First Task had even fully begun. 
He was going to get humiliated.
Worst! He was going to fucking DIE!!! 
Cedric turned towards his living depiction of the Swedish Short-Snout he had
drawn from Ludo Bagman’s sack. The silvery blue beast paced back and forth
along his bedside table, puffing minuscule plumes of smoke from its nostrils,
before the tiny dragon crouched low and roared.
Cedric jumped back in fright as the full realisation of what he was about the
face hit home.
Fuck this!
Hogwarts could go the hell and all there fucking eternal glory. 
Cedric began to bag up his gear. Ready to leave, ready to forget about Hogwarts
and everything else in the Wizarding world. Maybe he could go rogue? Become a
gun for hire. Anything other than facing that fucking hellish lizard!
Cedric Diggory shouldered his knapsack, his belongings and his gear, and turned
out from behind his screen. 
The young Hufflepuff stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his fellow champions
all looking so cool, so calm and collected.
Fleur Delacour sat before the Champions vanity table, absently brushing her
long, golden hair with soft sweeps of her sliver handled brush. Harry Potter
sat quietly on his own, absently reading his friend Hermione Grangers favourite
book – Hogwarts: A History. Viktor Krum sat down on the floor of the tent,
inattentively engaged in his crunches as he mentally, and physically, prepared
himself for the First Task. 
What the hell was wrong with him?
What the hell was wrong with all of them? 
Didn’t they understand the ramifications of this god forsaken task? 
They were going to die!
All of them were going to die. Yet here they were, casually engaged in their
own sweet little lives, ready to just throw it all away for nothing more than
money and the hope of a thousand years of immortality.
He was ashamed. 
Cedric’s eyes came upon Harry, the young man thrown into this tournament
without any want or reason. Yet He was not ready to quit, he was not ready to
throw in the towel. He was not the embodiment of courage and valour. Cedric was
a Hufflepuff, like the rest of those sorry ass losers who existed in that
pathetic little house. Cedric wasn’t anything special. Nothing brave, nor
smart, nor even particularly cunning. One of the Sorting Hats old songs came to
him in that moment, before Harry Potter had even come to Hogwarts Said
Hufflepuff: “I’ll teach the lot, and treat them just the same.”
How fucking patronising is that?! 
Cedric Diggory had always been proud to be a Hufflepuff, himself believing in
the overall collective spirit of unity and hard work depicted in the Code of
Puff. However, now Cedric Diggory came to realise that the Code was fucked up.
It was little more than a means of installing false pride in what was
essentially a band of rejects. A bunch of magically inept children who did not
meet the criteria of better houses.
For the first time in Cedric Diggory’s life, Cedric hated being a Hufflepuff. 
He wanted to be brave like Harry.
Or as smart as Cho.
Or even as cunning as that little snot Draco Malfoy.
Anything, any one of those god damn traits would have helped him survive this
fucked out tournament, and instead, he had been placed in Hufflepuff. Where
neither the brave, cunning, nor the intelligent lie. 
Well… screw this shit. 
Cedric Diggory maybe a worthless piece of shit in the eyes of the Magical
world. But there was one thing he could not deny. He was a fucking handsome
man, and a woman equally as attractive was sat at that lovely little dressing
table.
If Cedric Diggory was going to die. He was going to die after getting himself a
taste of Miss Fleur Delacour. 
Cedric straightened the cuffs and drapes of his game robes. 
Ran his fingers through his hair, readied himself for love as best he could.
Before those hauntingly beautiful eyes settled on Fleur, like a wolf would a
doe in the woods. 
He smiled and sauntered up to her.
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Fleur sat with her back to the rest of the Champions absently pampering herself
as she struggled to deal with the concept of The First Task.
Why the hell did it have to be Dragons? 
She didn’t know the first thing about how to defeat a massive, maternally
instinctive, magically infused, fire breathing lizard. She was trying to think,
trying to calm down as the rush of adrenalin and panic threated to have her
running the hell away from this terrifying situation.
Fleur fought to contain herself, dabbing herself down with perfume and trying
to hide the sweat on her face. She was rather adept with sleeping charms… maybe
she could…?
“Hello… Miss Delacour.”
Fleur sealed her eyes closed at this terrible intrusion of her privacy, as her
hope of surviving the First Task was dusted from her mind at this thoughtless
interruption by Cedric Diggory.
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“Yes… Monsieur Diggory?” 
God that accent was heavenly. The Muggle’s often said that French was the
language of love, and with a tone of voice as seductive her Cedric could truly
believe it was.
Cedric tried to put on his most charming smile, his most attractive tone of
voice. But as he tried to engage Fleur on an intellectual level of
conversation, so it seemed even his god given beauty was failing him in his
hour of need.
“Miss Delacour… do understand. I am not asking for any kind of service… you
favour me… and I’ll favour you…” Fleur’s pretty little mouth practically fell
off her face. 
What the hell was wrong with this man?
In less than two hours she was about to go out there and face the most
destructive entity Fleur Delacour had ever faced, and this pig was trying to
get himself laid?!
Fleur lashed out with her palm, striking this thoughtless brute with a stiff,
rebuffing slap.
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“’ow dare you! You… you pom…? Stupid buffoon! ‘ow dare you ask dis of me? When
I am busy preparing for my own task.” 
Cedric felt his eyes sting with the rebuke of Miss Delacour. She rebuked him,
rebuffed him, rejected him even with the prospect of certain, inevitable death!
Was he really that worthless? Rally that pathetic that not only was he placed
in Hufflepuff, but that even his once God given looks were nothing now? 
Rage, anger, searing fury rushed through Cedric as he saw the beautiful girl
stand toe to toe with him. She was so brave, so powerful and in control. She
must know something he did not, know some spell, some sense of power taught
only to Beauxbaton students that would help her get past The First Task. Why
else would she be sitting here so casually pampering herself?
He couldn’t take it. 
He wasn’t brave, nor wise, nor strong, nor cunning.
Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff.
A lowly, wasteful… Hufflepuff.
Fuck being a Hufflepuff! 
Cedric’s fist crashed into the side of Fleur’s face sending her sprawling to
the floor and a jetting of blood to burst from her broken lips 
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The other champions started in shock at the sound of Fleur’s scream of pain. 
Viktor Krum immediately stopped in his exercises, Harry Potter looking up
swiftly from his book to see Cedric lashing out upon Fleur, kicking her
mercilessly in the stomach like a madman.
“What are you doing?!” Viktor demanded, rushing from his position on the floor
to bare down upon Diggory. What the hell had gotten into this man? All Viktor
had been trying to do was get himself ready for the First Task, trying to
contemplate how he was going to survive against a fucking Dragon, and now this
inconsiderate fool was attacking another champion. What the hell was wrong with
him? 
Cedric now began to crawl across Fleur’s body, pulling at her robes and lashing
out with fists and slaps as Viktor now knew what was going on. The bastard was
going to rape Fleur! Fucking animal!
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“Non, je vous en prie! Arrêter! Lâche-moi!” That fucking accent was so god damn
sexy! Cedric had no idea what the fuck she was saying, but the sound of that
voice, alone with her struggles made his search for power all the more
pleasurable. Cedric tried to rip at her clothes, her robes and reach for her
knickers. He was hard, raging, seeking a sense of control the realisation of
his weakness had dusted from his soul. 
A boot crashed into the side of his face. Breaking his pretty little mouth, and
sending him reeling off of Fleur. 
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“No…!” Cedric roared as Viktor Krum bore down upon him. The Bulky Quidditch
star pulled the love drunk Diggory off of his fellow champion, before his fist
crashed into the pretty boys face. Stars, spots of light danced before his eyes
as even now, Cedric was made to look worthless. 
There was no way he could stand in a fist fight with Viktor, but he needed to
regain control of the situation, needed to regain control in his own life. 
Reason… logic was reason.
“Wait… Wait… Wait! Viktor! Viktor…!” Cedric held up his hands in surrender, a
show of weakness to the obviously superior champion. Viktor Krum flexed his
aching knuckles and eyed the fucking potential rapist with hatred in his eyes.
“What the hell is your problem, Krum?” Cedric asked, a question that caught the
amped up Viktor off guard. His problem…? The man was deranged.
“I… do not ‘ave a problem. It is you who is da problem!” 
Once more Cedric was losing control of the situation. Fleur lay on her front,
coughing and gasping for air where Cedric had struck her. May… maybe he could?
“Krum… think about this! We are all going to die in a few moments. I’m going
to, you’re going to. Hell, even Harry Potter The Boy Who Lived is going to
fucking die in a minute! Wouldn’t you rather die, knowing you fucked a hot
piece of ass like her? Rather than die a fucking chump?” 
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Viktor Krum could not believe what he was hearing. Cedric Diggory was perhaps
either the bravest, or most stupid man the Bulgarian Seeker had ever met.
Cedric Diggory was prepared to die, knowing he had lived a life that involved
fucking the gorgeous Fleur Delacour, despite the love of his girlfriend, his
victims frightfulness, and even losing the respect of his peers. 
This man had some serious balls, and if Viktor Krum could say anything for
people. He admired those who knew what they wanted, and took it head on. Also,
Krum could not deny, the pretty little kid had a point. They all were going to
fucking die tonight. Might as well enjoy it before the end of the day.
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Cedric saw Krum’s lips twitch into a smile, and he knew his words had struck
home. 
Viktor now understood the sheer magnitude of what they faced. The prospect of
certain death, and he, like Cedric, did not want to die, especially after being
teased by this fucking sexy little bitch in blue. 
“Let’s fuck the bitch up!” Cedric and Viktor struck palms and turned their
lustful gazes, this time untied, upon Fleur Delacour.
***** Chapter 2 *****
“Non, je vous en prie!” Fleur pleaded, desperately, even with the alien tongue
of the French, people understood pleas for mercy, understood fear, understood
the look of sheer terror in her eyes as both Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory
united to inflict their carnal lusts upon her. 
“Non, ne fais pas ça, s'il te plaît!” Fleur was panicking, she did not realise
what she was saying, did not realise that these bastards were turned on by the
sheer sultry sound of her voice, her accent, as she tried to retreat on her
hunches away from the bearing down brutes.
Viktor. Tall, powerful and brutal, grabbed Fleur forcefully by the hair,
pulling her to her feet with a scream and restrained her arms behind her back.
Cedric Diggory sheered in heated lust, saw the fear, the terror in Fleur’s eyes
and he knew he could do this, knew that he would feel like a man again, once he
had those long, luscious legs wrapped around his body, and his man meat plunged
deep into the very depths of her pussy.
“Keep talking if you want… Miss Delacour. I can’t understand a word you’re
saying.”
“Please… don’ do dis…” Fleur tried to speak English now, tried to portray that
this was wrong, that the actions chosen by these men were serious and not
without consequences. However, Viktor Krum merely offered Fleur a dark, ominous
laugh in response to her words, while Cedric’s eyes raked her body like a
prized piece of meat.
Fleur could feel Viktor’s already semi hard cock digging into her rear as
Cedric reached out and began to fondle her breasts through the layers of her
robes.
“Scream if you want to, Miss Delacour… no one’s going to save you.”
“Stupify!” 
A jetty of red light suddenly surged from out of no-where, smashing Viktor in
the ribs and sent him streaming through the air. Fleur screamed at this new,
more dangerous threat, her terrified state preventing her from running. Cedric
capitalized, grabbing hold of her and wheeled her around, using Fleur as a
human shield in defence against a now livid Harry James Potter. 
The young Gryffindor held his wand at the ready, adopting a duelling stance and
ready to defend Miss Delacour as the honour of his house decreed. Fucking
Potter… how could he have forgotten about Potter?
“Let her go!” Harry demanded, brandishing his wand threateningly as Cedric
clamped his hand over Fleur’s mouth to try and shut up her insistent pleading.
He needed to think, honour… loyalty… respect… What could he say to get Harry
onside?
“Harry… Harry listen to me!”
Fleur Delacour struggled against Cedric’s grip, eyes wide with terror and
pleading beneath her mitted gag for Harry to find help, to rescue them, rescue
her. Harry saw the look of helplessness in her eyes and it made his Gryffindor
heart surge with pity, affection and warmth. He could not let these animals
hurt someone like Fleur, even at the cost of his own life.
“Harry… Harry calm down…” Cedric said, smooth and gently, hands now removed
from Fleur’s beautiful frame and instead placed upon her stomach and mouth,
neutral ground. He could not appear threating to this amped up Gryffindor. Not
if he wanted to get this bitch to fuck them.
“Harry… look at me.” Cedric pleaded desperately. “I’m your friend, we’ve known
each other for years. Do you really think I would do something this vile unless
I truly believed I had no other choice?" 
Harry tried to understand, his young mind unable to process the concept of
hurting anyone, let alone somebody as innocent as Fleur Delacour. Cedric could
see Harry trying to understand, trying to see what Cedric was trying to tell
him. He’d need to be a little more direct.
“Harry… Harry look at me.” Harry looked up, settled his eyes on Cedric’s.
That’s it… breathe… relax. “Harry… I know you don’t understand, you’re too
young to understand. But don’t you look at girls like Hermione Granger and
wonder why the hell you get that raging in your loins?”
Harry doubled back, stunned, confused. Harry had never… never… gotten… a… Last
night… After he and Hermione had spent time duelling together in preparation
for this task, Harry had needed to go back to Gryffindor tower and masturbate
like hell to relieve himself of this… lust… He had never understood the
reasoning behind that at the time, had thought it was just something you did
after a duel. But now… now Cedric was offering an explanation, and the young
warrior needed to know.
“Yes… that’s it Harry… you’re a big boy now. You know you like the idea of
fucking Hermione Granger. But Hermione Granger isn’t here Harry. She’s outside,
waiting for you to die in that little ring, waiting to see you suffer at the
hands of that Dragon. But look whose here Harry… We’ve got Fleur Delacour here,
someone who is older, more experienced, more lustful than Hermione Granger.
Don’t tell me you don’t want to see what these look like Harry?!” 
Cedric Diggory then relinquished his hold on Fleur’s core and mouth and began
to kneed and grope her high full breasts from atop her robes. Fleur screamed,
seeking liberation and rescue as she pleaded for Harry not to listen, not to
give in. That this was wrong.
God that voice was so fucking sexy! 
Harry felt his hand travel to the raging bulge in his pants and Cedric smiled
in satisfaction.
“That’s it Harry. Fleur can give you pleasure better than your right hand ever
could. Come on. Join us Harry. Let’s fuck this bitch better than she’s ever
been fucked before!”
Harry felt his heart racing. His hormones raging. He was young, he was vibrant,
he was weak. He wanted to fuck Hermione, wanted to make love to her and worship
her like the woman he truly loved.
But Harry was about to die in a few hours, and he’d never get the chance to
feel a woman’s warmth upon his cock… unless… was it really so wrong to take
what he wanted?
“Arry… Arry please…!” Fleur pleaded, tears of desperation now falling down her
cheeks as she saw he was actually considering this. Fleur hoped beyond any real
hope that Harry Potter might be the honourable man she had studied about back
home in France. But her words were too provocative, too vague in their meaning,
too much of a siren’s beckon to truly portray her pleas of pain.
She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her. Why else would she say please?!
“Please… Arry…!" 
Cedric clamped his hand down tight upon her mouth, silencing her cries before
they could infect the weakening Harry Potter.
“She wants us to do this, doesn’t she?” Harry asked, his voice breaking and
honour dwindling within his soul. Cedric ripped at Fleur’s robes with his free
hand, exposing glimpse of soft, pink skin and a light, periwinkle blue bra.
More skin, more temptation. More lust.
“Do you think she doesn’t want this, Harry? Why else would she say please? Come
on, be a man Harry, and take what you want!”
Fleur’s eyes widened with shock, moaned desperately behind Cedric’s natural gag
as she shook her head franticly in protest. No… he was twisting her words. She
didn’t want this… She never wanted this…!!!
“Come on… Harry. Let’s fuck this bitch hard…” Cedric’s final words issued forth
in a hiss. Harry James Potter felt his final levels of resolve shatter beneath
the prospect of obtainable sex, and the inevitability of impending death. He
did not want to die a virgin, and Fleur wanted him to do this. Cedric Diggory
would not lie, Hufflepuff’s did not lie! 
Harry reached for the front of his game robes and pulled them high over his
head, exposing a young body that was corded with muscle, and possessed a
massive bulge in his pants.
Fleur Delacour felt the final levels of hope shatter in her soul, as tears of
hopelessness, shock and terror fell from her eyes.
“Game over bitch…” Cedric Diggory whispered ominously against the sensitive
flesh of her ear, and smiled as Harry Potter advanced.
***** Chapter 3 *****
The sound of tearing cloth, of muffled screams and the sensation of impending
violation filled the air of the champion’s tent, as Cedric Diggory prepared
Fleur’s body for sexual gratification.
Her screams were muffled behind his hand as her tears seeped down her face. She
could feel the cold, icy brush of the wind against her skin, his heightened
erection digging forcefully against her rear, made all the harder by her
struggles and her moans of protest and fear.
But it was the young man who advanced so slowly upon them that made her heart
plummet with concern. He was only a boy, a child , a mere stripling of life and
hormones that had been corrupted against her, when in truth all he had sort to
do was protect her.
"It’s over bitch… Game over!” Cedric released his hand from upon her body,
windlessly conjuring a stream of stiff, hard rope as he began to tie her hands
up behind her back. He was working swiftly, not wanting Harry to see what he
was doing. This bastard was so fucking cunning, he knew he had Harry in a very
delicate situation, and Fleur was so utterly paralyzed with fear she could not
even capitalize on her momentary freedom.
Cedric pulled the rope tight, returned his hand to her mouth and watched on as
Harry Potter advanced the final few paces on himself and his intended victim.
Harry Potter lifted his hands slowly, and placed both of his mitts on the front
of Fleur’s breasts.
“Mmm!” Fleur moaned in protest behind her makeshift gag, Cedric smiling in
satisfaction as he watched the beauty squirm and try to move her body away from
Harry’s touch.
"Atta boy, Harry…” Cedric hissed, holding her tight and allowing his young
friend to explore the body of his first woman. Fleur unleashed a muffled moan
of panic as Harry began to grope and knead her bosom, adding more force, more
effort into his touch.
He pinched her nipples through the fabric of her bra, before frustration and
need grew too much and he pulled aside the cups of her bra and exposed her
mounds.
Harry’s lips fell upon one of her small, perky breasts and drew her nipple into
his mouth.
Fleur moaned in shock and protest, wrenching at the ropes which bound her hands
behind her back as Harry forced his young body between her legs, seeking more
connection, more sensation of touch.
‘Good boy… Harry. You learn quickly.’
“Oh Fleur… you taste so good…” Harry moaned in ecstasy as he rubbed his aching
penis against her lace covered sex. He placed her second nipple in his mouth
and unleashed a moan of passion as his touch began to seep across her skin,
worshiping her, like a good little Gryffindor should do to a consenting lady.
“Touch more of her… Harry…” Cedric breathed gently, reaching around from her
waist to wrench and pull at her panties. Fleur moaned and screamed in protest,
the sensation of her lace knickers stretched between her pussy lips making the
realisation of her now impending violation all the more real. They were
actually going to do this? She… she was going to be raped!!!
Tears of terror began to fall down Fleur’s cheeks as Cedric kept his hand
clamped over her mouth. She wrenched, she tugged, she fought desperately
against her bonds, but Cedric Diggory had bound her hands too tight, Harry also
had his body pressed between her legs. If she tried to fight, if she tried to
kick or protest, then Cedric would use that as a sign of encouragement. Or
worse, an excuse to hurt her even more.
Her eyes tried to portray to Harry that this was wrong. That he was being lied
to, that she was not enjoying this in any way. But all the young man saw was
sadness, sadness that he had not fulfilled her desires as she had expected.
“What do I do… Cedric?” Harry asked, seeking advice from the elder in this
situation as all children do when faced with the concept of education and
approval. Cedric, Harry believed, was the one to educate him in this endeavour,
and it was Fleur’s approval he sort. The poor boy was so confused, so utterly
mind-fucked he didn’t even realise what was going on.
Fleur moaned in hopelessness and turned her head away.
“Oh… Harry…” Cedric said in mock sympathy. “No man should ask advice on what to
do in The Bedroom. The bedroom is a primal, sensual place, where men and women
give into their most carnal desires and seek silent approval from their mate or
lover. You’ve disappointed Fleur by asking me what to do.”
“Mmmm!!!!!” Fleur began to thrash and writhe in fury at the sheer audacity of
Cedric’s actions. That monster! How dare he use this moment as a way of hurting
someone, not only herself, but this poor little boy who he had manipulated into
this action?
“Calm down… Calm down little Veela…” Cedric hissed in that low, ominous voice
he used to well, a voice that bespoke calm, and anger in the same tone. “You’ll
get what’s coming to you… believe me…”
Fleur began to pant at the sheer ramifications of those words. Harry looked
from Fleur to Cedric wondering what he could do to please her. Not realising
that he was doing exactly to opposite.
“Shh…” Cedric breathed into Fleur’s ear. “Go slow... Harry. Make her want you
to touch her.”
Fleur tried to scream once more, only this time Cedric squeezed her rear with
such force it caused pain. A warning. If she didn’t shut up, this was going to
get a lot worse, a lot more quickly.
Harry tried to portray that he did not understand, that his confidence was low
in matters of sex. But Cedric merely smiled and nodded in understanding.
“Start at her neck… Harry.”
Cedric’s words were soft and encouraging, prompting trust and instruction,
without causing Harry to question his motives. Fleur’s eyes widened in panic,
as Harry slowly moved in closer to the women he desired and pressed his lips
gently to the nape of her neck.
Fleur moaned, both in protest at his violation, but in anger at what was going
on. These bastards were going to try and make her enjoy this… They were trying
to vindicate themselves in their actions. She began to writhe in anger.
“That’s it Harry… see…” Cedric hissed. Harry moaned in passion and began to
kiss either side of her neck, her sensitive skin betraying her body as his
touch began to explore her frame. Fleur sobbed, feeling Harry touch her
breasts, her nipples. His tongue teased the sensitive flesh of her bust, before
flicking his tongue over the tip of her nipple, causing her to shudder in an
involuntary jolt of pleasure.
“She liked that!” Harry whooped, sounding like a child who had found the
passage to Honey Dukes. Cedric began to chuckle, and wound his hand around the
front of her sex.
“She’d like it more, down here...” Cedric hissed, placing his fingers inside
her panties and forcefully rubbing her clit. It was horrible, it was rough. He
had no intention of causing her any kind of pleasure, but he was guiding this
young child in a way the poor boy could not understand. Only misinterpret his
intentions.
Fleur moaned, Cedric’s hand preventing her from protesting.
'Please… please stop this!'
Harry Potter beamed in delight at the thought of causing Fleur even more
pleasure, as he slowly lowered himself to his knees before her, and watched in
fascination as Cedric pulled his hand free, itself moist from the efforts Harry
had performed, not him.
“See… when a woman likes something, she gets nice a wet. You want to make her
wet don’t you, Harry? You want her to enjoy this… don’t you?”
Fleur’s eyes widened in fury.
How could this bastard be so smart?
Harry face alit with delight at the prospect of making Fleur happy and he
slowly began to pull down her panties. Her pussy was a glorious sight, moist,
bare, with only the smallest segment of golden hair at the crest of her cunt,
making it appear even more inviting. Harry’s eyes widened in delight, looking
up, seeking acceptance, seeking approval. But he was looking at the wrong
person.
“Go on…” Cedric said. His next words directed as much to Harry as to Fleur
herself. “Make her feel good…”
Harry moistened his lips with his ravenous tongue, eyes bright with delight and
the prospect of pleasure, and pressed his mouth over her budding clit.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Fleur’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She unleashed a forced, muffled
moan of ecstasy as Harry’s tongue danced across her weeping slit, before
finding her sensitive love button and began to tease her so sensually.
Fleur couldn’t help it. Her body began to respond.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, Harry pausing at intervals to kiss the sensitive
flesh on the inside of her thighs, the crest of her pussy, the crown of her
sex. Her world was breaking around her, this little boy was forcing her over
the edge, all the while she could feel Cedric Diggory’s dick digging into the
valley of her rear and the fear of her impending violation continued to fester
at the forefront of her mind.
“Use your fingers Harry, put them inside her.” Cedric instructed with
satisfaction, beaming with glee as he watched his little charge soak his long
and ring finger in her essence, before sliding them slowly inside her pussy.
Fleur couldn’t help it, she moaned.
Cedric removed his hand from around her mouth, just as she unleashed a forced,
quivering whine of pleasure.
“She liked that!” Harry whooped. Fleur’s eyes widened, realising what Cedric
had done. But before she could regain herself, Cedric Diggory gagged her once
more, and pressed his robe clad dick harder, more threateningly against her ass
hole.
“Yes… she liked that Harry… You heard her moan. You’re doing really well…”
“Mmm!!!!!” Fleur began to weep now, begging behind her gag for this bastard to
stop. Stop with the mind games. Stop with this hideous rape. She was not a
whore, she was not a slut. However, she was only human. Worse, she was a Veela
hybrid, and for the first time in her life, Fleur Delacour wished she had not
been born to a race of creatures whose bodies were more susceptible to the rush
of pleasure.
Fleur’s hips continued to buck, to writhe and thrust against Harry’s fingers,
her body betraying her as she tried to get herself off. This wasn’t Harry’s
fault, he was trying to make her feel good, but the bastard behind her was
manipulating him. If Fleur had known Harry would have been this good, maybe she
would have fucked him. But now, now she was being forced against her will to
service two, maybe even three men. If Viktor ever revived from Harry’s attack.
She needed to get this over with, then she could report them to the Wizengamot.
However, Cedric Diggory was far from through with her.
“Do this, with your fingers Harry.” Cedric held up his own two fingers,
gesturing to his young charge with a slow, grinding motion, the same gesture as
one would use when beckoning someone towards them.
‘Oh Gods no!’
Fleur knew what that gesture was supposed to incite. It was the G-Spot beckon,
Fleur maybe a witch, she may be a woman of exceptional beauty and magical
skill. But she was still a human being, a Veela hybrid, and the G-Spot was the
ultimate way to make a woman squeal with pleasure.
Harry smiled in satisfaction, realising that this was the way he could make
Fleur feel the most pleasure. The poor, poor little fool.
‘Please… don’t do this to me…!!!’
Fleur screamed behind her makeshift gag as Harry began to beckon inside her
body, before returning his tongue back to her now ripe and waiting clit.
“Oh mon Dieu….!!!" Fleur moaned in unbridled pleasure just as Cedric let go of
her mouth and began to fondle her body and press his lips to the nape of her
neck.
Fleur’s body began to writhe, her hands wrenched fiercely at the bonds he had
tied around them, seeking liberation, seeking freedom, seeking any sense of
personal gratification from the tongue and fingers of this little boy.
“Please… stop!!!” Fleur tried to reason with these men, to beg them not to do
this. To insist that she could forgive them if only they’d stop with their
games, their pleasure inducing antics and let her be.
Harry stopped in his stimulation of Fleur and looked up desperately towards
her.
“What did I do wrong?”
Cedric immediately clamped his hand upon her mouth once again, seeking to shut
her up, thrusting two fingers into her tight little ass as a warning against
further protest. Fleur squealed in pain at the anal violation, as Cedric hissed
into her ear, low enough for Harry to hear, but ominous enough for Fleur to
understand the true meaning behind his words.
“Girls like to tease men, Harry. Fleur liked, Fleur loved what you were doing
to her. Girls are fickle things. They say one thing and mean enough. Don’t you…
Fleur?” Cedric licked her cheek threateningly, longingly, his fingers digging
into her ass and forcing her into compliance. He was going to humiliate her,
for whatever reason he felt, Cedric Diggory felt vindicated in her humiliation,
and all she had done today was try and prepare for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
Fleur Delacour held back her tears of agony, Cedric placing a third finger
inside her anus, just as the pain began too get much. Fleur realised that if
she was going to make it out of here alive, she’d have to acknowledge that
Cedric was the one in control, and the shitty little Hufflepuff wanted her to
beg, to squeal, wanted her to admit that she was enjoying this. Even if he
knew, deep in his heart, that such words were nothing more than lies.
God… how can one man be so cunning?
Fleur felt Cedric Diggory release her mouth from his hand, and slowly pulled
his fingers out of her ass. Harry looked up at her, desperate, pleading for her
to tell him what to do. He was so sweet, so loving. She could not bring herself
to break his heart, even if it was through the act of fear. Cedric was too
smart, too dangerous. Even if the cost of her lies was the sanctity of her own
body, her life worth more than even her own pride.
“Please… continue… Arry…” Fleur felt dirty, infected as the words left her
lips. She grimaced in disgust as Cedric licked the lobe of her ear, just as
Harry smiled and returned his mouth to her screaming clit.
“Oh merde…!!!!” Fleur moaned in sheer passion, feeling her body return to its
heightened sense of pleasure as Harry continued his duel stimulation of both
her clit and her G-Spot. Cedric Diggory issued a strident, taunting snigger as
he watched Fleur writhe before him at Harry Potter’s continued conalingus.
Cedric wrenched at the knots surrounding her bonds, just as Harry began to turn
up the heat. Fleur reacted on instinct, now that her hands were free and
grasped the side of Harry’s head and began to grind her sopping sex into her
lovers face.
Harry moaned in satisfaction, vindicated in her response as Cedric began to
strip her of all garment, all clothing, all modesty. Cedric pressed himself
close behind Fleur, and began to insert his penis into her naked rear.
“Non, pas là…!!!” Fleur screamed, unable to convey in English the very words
she tried to say. She did not want to be fucked in the ass, did not want any
man’s penis near her untarnished rear. But Cedric took her words as some kind
of sick encouragement, and pressed his dry, un-lubed length into her tight,
unwilling behind.
“Nier.......!!!!!” Fleur screamed in a nonsensical cry of protest. Harry took
this as encouragement and began to step up his oral stimulation. Cedric now
beginning to fuck her, hard and deep in the ass.
Fleur’s body jolted with every thrust of Cedric’s dick, her hips involuntary
slamming into Harry’s face as she struggled to keep her balance, the only way
accessible to do that, was to hold on tighter to Harry’s head, encouraging his
oral attack even further, while Cedric’s girthed up dick destroyed her anal
cavity.
“Errgh… Errgh… Nier…. Non ... veuillez arrêter!!!!” Fleur pleaded for Cedric to
stop, her ass hole screaming in pain and blood beginning to seep down her skin
as he tore her rear to sunders.
Harry could almost feel the change in his lady, and began to try his best to
bring her back to pleasure. His tongue dancing all the more swiftly over her
clit, and his fingers now swirling in a different, more pressured action on her
G-Spot. It was too much, the anal violation, Harry’s insistent stimulation,
Cedric’s hands on her breasts, his lips on her neck, Harry caressing her thighs
with his free hand and her hands on his head.
The bastards united in their pleasures. Forcing Fleur Delacour over the edge
and crashing both through the floor and into the very heavens themselves in a
strident eruption of pleasure and pain.
Fleur writhed in agony around Cedric’s dick, feeling him unload deep inside her
rear. But her pussy erupted in pleasure upon Harry’s face, forcing out her love
juice and squirting all over his face and into his eager, awaiting mouth.
Harry lapped up her essence with sheer bliss, unaware that directly behind her,
another form of ejaculate was seeping out of her ass, stained red with blood
and evoked by a darker, more sinister form of pleasure.
Cedric Diggory let go of Fleur, allowing her to crash to the floor in a bloody,
pleasured heap. She sobbed and gazed brokenly towards the door, her life in
ruins, her world in tatters. But Cedric Diggory was far from through with her,
as he watched her slowly crawl towards the door.
The handsome Hufflepuff sniggered at her innocence. This was far from over, not
by a long shot.
Cedric ceasing Fleur forcefully by her long, blonde hair, and dragged her back
into her awaiting hell hole.
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