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It really wasn't good times all around for Harry, every day was a constant struggle to make sure he wasn't cornered by any one. All day, every day he had to watch his back making sure none of the girls would get the jump on him.

Turning the corner, Harry nearly jumped right out of his skin as he heard someone call his name.

Looking up he saw it was his godfather, Sirius Black. He stared at him with a raised eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? It's like you have seen a ghost."

"Nothing, nothing," Harry was quick to answer.

"You sure?" Sirius asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry nodded his head. "I am perfectly alright."

"Oka, if you say so," Sirius shrugged his shoulder.

"So what did you want?" Harry asked, "Don't you have a class to be at soon."

"Yeah, but I believe congratulations are in order," Sirius smiled at him.

"Oh that," Harry said as he waved it off, "it was nothing, really!"

"Nothing?!" Sirius barked out, "you did real good, no you did excellent. You not only managed to survive, but you came out on top! So when I say congratulations are in order, I mean it!"

"Okay," Harry said as he couldn't help grinning broadly, "I was pretty awesome."

"You sure were," Sirius nodded his head, then he turned somber. "However we need to look outward and to your next task."

"Yes, the second task," Harry nodded his head.

"Mhm, did you look into that?" Sirius asked.

"Not yet," Harry said as he pulled the egg from right out of his Lordship ring he kept it in. "Listen to it," he said as he cracked it open.

Suddenly the awful sounds filled the secluded alcove, and Harry quickly shut it off as Sirius waved him to close it.

"What do you think it is? Banshee scream. A Hag musical?"

"No," Sirius shook his head, "that sounded more like a siren's song. Could it be... NO," Sirius muttered to himself.

"What did you figure something out?" Harry asked.

"Yes, there was a few things I noticed. One Dumbledore has been going out to the Lake a lot. I don't know what for, but it must have something to do with the second task. Second, in the teacher lounge Professor McGonagall let something slip out, so it obvious she must know what the second task is."

"What did she let slip?"

"Water," Sirius answered. "She said the golden eggs and water have to do something with each other. And I had the explicit feeling that she let that slip out on purpose around me," Sirius chuckled.

It was good to know that Professor McGonagall was helping him, but he couldn't make head or tails on what that clue meant. Water and the egg. Dumbledore and the Lake.

"Does she maybe want us to take a dip with the egg in water?"

"It is worth a try," Sirius shrugged his shoulder.

Mulling over it, Sirius gave him a pat on the back and uttered, "Well I best be getting to my next class. You look into that and get back to me if you find anything."

"Sure," Harry nodded his head as he watched his adoptive father head off.

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Heading to the Prefects' Bathroom, deep within the middle of the night, Harry made sure to bring the golden egg with him. He wanted some time alone to himself to explore this egg, and since it was late in the hour the perfect place would be the Prefects' Bathroom.

Fred and George the rule breakers they were let him on the secret of the top of the line pool reserved for Prefects.

Climbing up the stairs to the fifth floor and coming to the privileged bathroom restricted to use by school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls, and Quidditch captains.

Suddenly Harry heard a sound coming from inside the bathroom as he paused in place to listen up to it closely. It sounded like the voice of a woman in pain.... no he knew this sound better than anyone else, in pleasure.

Curious to know what was going on, Harry gave the password as the magic door slowly opened for him. He was glad it was a quiet affair as it didn't alert the person inside, and he stepped inside.

Harry pocketed his cloak which he used to stay hidden and examined the room; in one side of the room there are the stalls with toilets inside. Opposite the toilets, there is a large, swimming pool-like tub with bath taps surrounding it. The pool-like bath is sunk into the ground and is not above ground. The bath taps all run different-colored bath water, soap bubbles, foam, towels, and bathrobes. There are around a hundred golden bath taps surrounding the whole pool-like tub, with a different jewel set in each tap. There are most likely bath supplies on one side of the pool, such as soap, bath oil, bath powder, bath salts, shampoo, hair spray, and conditioner. Looking at the tub, one would imagine it would take quite some time to fill, but it actually fills remarkably fast, considering its size.

On the opposite side was a portrait of a mermaid sitting on top of a rock as waves crashed against the shore.

And in the giant pool was a familiar half-bred, Veela/Witch, Fleur Delacour.

He stood opposite from her, watching the way her fingers danced around the edges of her entrance, their every twitch underlined with a burning need. Her other hand was no different, sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts again and again as she searched for an elusive climax.

Coming upon such a sight of a beautiful woman masturbating furiously from a close distance was indeed well worth his anything he had. The skimpy bikini she had on was only a bit more than a collection of strings, mixed with occasional tiny triangles. Two of those small pieces rested on her breasts, hiding her nipples and their immediate surroundings from his sight, while leaving the rest uncovered for his enjoyment. The bottom piece was only marginally larger, managing to cover her nether lips, but now that little piece of cloth was to the side as she played with her pussy lips.

Watching as her body trembled as she neared her climax, Harry figured it was time to make himself known.

"Hey," Harry cut her off playfully as he stared at the wonderful sight of the part Veela playing with herself.

Jumping up in shock, Fleur was so startled that she fell over the edge she was sitting on while playing with herself, and dropped into the pool.

Leaping into the pool after her, Harry helped her as he pulled her up to the surface and asked, "Are you alright."

Sputtering and spitting as she wiped the water out of her eyes, and turned an angry glare at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Well this is an open use bathroom, so..." Harry chuckled softly.

"You... you," she stammered as he hit home with the obvious.

"Don't worry," Harry said already getting a reading on her. "I won't tell a soul what I saw today."

Blushing bright red as the part Veela knew perfectly well what he was talking about. "You know," Harry said, "I could help you with that. I also say both man and woman were made for each other to bring pleasure."

"I... I don't know.... I..."

"Don't worry," Harry whispered to her huskily, "this will be our little secret just like that wonderful sight I came upon."

Fleur turned to look at him, she was still muddled from her little recreational activities, and he saw more of her Veela nature coming to the surface as a smile spread across her lips, but somehow, it was different than any other he had seen on her lips. There was a suggestion of hunger, mixed with playfulness. "Thanks for the offer, Harry, you're a real gentleman," she said, but as she said that, she was taking a step closer to him. "Still, I prefer an equal exchange of goods. I don't want you to have to suffer a loss on my behalf."

"If you-" Harry started, only to be cut by Fleur. Normally, he would be furious if someone dared to cut him off when he was trying to say something, but she deserved an exception with the innovative way she managed to do that. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the softest lips he had ever felt pressing on his. Her body was not far behind, her nipples digging into his naked chest. He let her push him back until the hard edge of the pool was pressing against his back.

He parted his lips obediently when he felt her tongue caressing them, allowing her delicious tongue to slip inside. His tongue joined the fray, but he didn't challenge her for control, instead, allowing her to wander as she wished. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. Then, she used the leverage to rose a bit, her waist locking to his, rubbing against his erection.

Breaking off the kiss as her face was beat red she whispered breathlessly as she rubbed her fingers rubbed against his manhood. "Why don't I return the favor as well. If you give me that release."

He wished that he could just slip inside her, but that was a risky escalation, but, that didn't mean he hadn't had other paths. He wrapped his arms around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her silky skin under his fingers. Then, without a warning, he forced her to switch places, so that it was her that was imprisoned between the edge and his body.

She pulled back in surprise. "Harry, what-" she tried to murmur, but this time, it was him that cut her midway with the presence of his lips. He didn't waste any time before slipping a tongue in her mouth, exploring its boundaries mercilessly. A moan escaped her mouth only to be killed by his lips. Her tongue joined the battle a moment later, tangling with his in an attempt to push it away. It failed, but in the process, it managed to make the situation more pleasurable for both of them.

With her body pinned to its place with his body, his hands were free to caress her body. His fingers started to dance over her sides. As the seconds passed while they waged war against each other, he could feel the pressure of her allure lessening, which clued him that she was trying to gather herself to prevent things from spiraling out.

Picking her up as water cascading all around them, Harry set her down on the pool's edge while he remained inside. "You have a deal," Harry said as he all but ripped her panties off of her leaving her snatch out in the open air.

Before she could respond, he leaned in reaching for her honey pot as his tongue begin to get a taste for her.

A moan escaped Fleur's lips as she begin to lace her fingers through his hair, to come to grips on the pleasures he was bringing her.

Saying nothing, Harry used his favorite little trick that brought all the pleasures that a woman could need. Sticking his tongue deep inside her cunt he started speaking in a language that wasn't human at all, but one of the serpents, Parseltongue.

Going wide eyes, she had no chance at all as she squirted some sexual juices as her eyelashes fluttered while she experienced ecstasy. And Harry wasn't done with her, far from it he started increasing his speed, soon he had her moaning out loud like a banshee as she arched her back.

All she could do was shudder and tremble on top of him as he got the biggest climax in her life out of her.

Letting loose a flood of orgasm, she spasmed as the pleasure was too much and her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she let out a wordless scream.

"Tasty," he muttered as he let her slump in her position as she got racked with twitches and moans. Looking up at her, it was time to collect on his treat as Harry pulled himself out of the pool and onto the ground besides the part Veela.

"Suck my cock," Harry suddenly ordered.

Her head jerked back in surprise, her eyes wide. Her gaze fell upon his erection, a little bewildered, with a generous dash of surprise. Harry chuckled as Fleur was slowly coming to herself after that orgasmic high.

"Come on, suck it!"

Acting on reflex, opening her mouth and leaned in, grabbing his manhood between her ruby lips, her hot mouth enveloping the head.

Harry watched in interest as her face cycled through a myriad of emotions. Her initial panic slowly drained away, replaced by curiosity and wanton desire. Her wet tongue poked his sensitive head a few times as she started to move, almost crawling at first, but slowly picking up speed, devouring him.

Harry just sat there and watched as Fleur's head moved up and down, in a dull, almost mechanical, precision, convincing him that this was her first attempt to give a blowjob.

Her manner started to change as time passed. Her initial tentativeness and jerky movements lessened, her mouth widening to take a little more of Harry's shaft inside, her tongue slowly wrapping around from time to time. Her enthusiasm was getting a little clearer with each passing minute.

It was enjoyable to have her mouth traveling on his shaft, sending waves of pleasure as her silky mouth rubbed his sensitive skin. However, he was starting to get a little disappointed with her conservative approach despite her rising skill, only a small part of his cock enveloped with her mouth.

Curiosity about her possible response about how she would react also playing a role, he placed his hand on the back of her head, loosely grabbing her flowing blond hair. She was startled a bit when she felt the first push, a gentle one that was leading her to go a little deeper. Despite her momentary hesitation, she adapted to the new position almost instantly. A few seconds later, he pushed once more, this time adding a small verbal recommendation to correct her technique. "Use your tongue a little more."

Harry was satisfied with her ability to pick up and adapt to the commands, her skills getting better as she enveloped more and more.

However, despite the rapid increase in her skills, Harry was still a long way away from release, so, he decided to go with a solution that is on the rough side. With both hands on her head, he pushed her head down without any warning, a significant portion of his cock lodged into her mouth, pressing to her throat.

Completely unprepared for something like that, Fleur wasn't able to mount any resistance as she was impaled on his cock. She struggled for a bit, her breathing interrupted. She pulled back, coughing and wheezing, as the pressure momentarily lessened, leaving her free to breathe.

"Just like that," Harry moaned in pleasure, hoping that it would entice Fleur to continue. "That is only if you could handle it, of course."

Hearing the challenge in his voice, an angry expression flickered on Fleur's face before her gaze locked on his shaft, a determined expression on her face. The allure was rolling off her in thick waves, managing to seep through his mental shields without him noticing. He would have probably turned into a drooling idiot if he didn't have such powerful mental fortitude. She leaned, her mouth wide open, her hands on his thighs to provide leverage. A mouth escaped his lips as she pushed herself on his cock, enveloping more and more.

He was barely able to believe the view in front of his eyes. The haughty French champion was kneeling in front of him, trying to take the entirety of his manhood into her mouth. Her face was getting redder as she gagged and wheezed around his cock, her blond hair messily spilling onto his lap.

He watched in pleasure as Fleur tried to push herself, trying to swallow his whole shaft. Deciding to help a little, he grabbed her head once again, pushing. She gagged and gasped as her head bobbed, again and again, the pleasure from her tight throat unimaginable. To make things even better, her allure was flaring irregularly, spiking his arousal even further.

In that position, it didn't take long for Harry to finally build up into a climax, releasing a surprise load into her mouth. His hands kept her stable as his twitching cock unloaded the last drops into her mouth, a significant amount seeping from the corner of her mouth. She wasn't in a mood to pull back either, her own orgasm triggered, leaving her a trembling and moaning mess.

After a while, she stood up, a dazed expression on her face. She slowly gulped, swallowing his load, her tongue darting out to lick the remains on her face. She was slowly caressing her breasts over her bra as she slowly bit her lips, creating a view so erotic that Harry's cock jumped back to life almost instantly.

Reacting on his animalistic instincts, a low growl escaped Harry's through and he grabbed Fleur as a gasp escaped her mouth and placed her on the towel laid on.

"What are you doing..." Fleur asked as her eyes were nearly popping out as he lined his manhood with her wet snatch.

"What do you think," Harry answered as he held her in place and slowly entered into her scared sanctuary.

"This wasn't part of our de-...." she tried to say, but Harry quieted her as his lips enveloped her own.

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