Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Favorite Blonde

    As a consequence of his rather extensive adventures of the previous day, Harry slept in late. It was already afternoon when he woke up -though he remembered waking up earlier, when Hermione left, but not before a delicious morning quickie.

    He took a quick shower, and practically dashed downstairs, his stomach rumbling, begging for food, stopping only enough to throw on a pair of baggy shorts and a loose t-shirt. One good thing about living in a crowded house, he thought as he climbed down the stairs, the smell of freshly cooking food hitting his nose. Someone was always cooking, even when the majority was out, no doubt trying to handle the backlash of the battle.

    Then, he stepped into the kitchen, only for his smile to widen. The kitchen was empty, except for only one person. His favorite blonde, Fleur Delacour. Her back was turned, but Harry didn''t have any trouble recognizing her from the sight of her naked legs, as he had enough time to learn every inch of her body yesterday, when he helped her in her training to get better control of her allure.

    Practice makes perfect, he thought even as he walked toward, the importance of food temporary taking second place in the face of sexy French blonde. Fleur was distracted by the sizzling pan in front of her -French crepes, he identified- to notice his presence until he was already behind her, hugging her from behind. "Good morning, Fleur," he whispered to her ear.

    "Arry," she gasped in shock, her accent getting even thicker than usual. "W-what are you doing?"

    "Hugging you," Harry answered shamelessly as he hugged her, his baggy shorts completely ineffective in hiding his raging arousal, which popped the moment he realized he was alone with the innocent yet sexy veela again. Just because they spent hours together didn''t mean that he would let the opportunity slip away. "Why, is there a problem? I thought we were friends?"

    "We are, but-" Fleur stammered, only to get stuck before Harry could intercept, too used to men unable to speak coherently in her presence to come up with a quick response.

    "Excellent, then," he said even as he tightened his hug. "Then, you shouldn''t mind me helping you to cook."

    Since he already grabbed some heavy cream and started preparing an extremely generous portion of whipped cream. His tastes were always on the sweeter side when it came to food, but the amount he was preparing was rather excessive even for his sweet tooth, at least when it came to the breakfast. Luckily, whipped cream was more than just a breakfast condiment.

    Too used to men following her slightest intent like a religious commandment, Fleur was not practiced when it came to acting sterner. If she could, the day before would have been more difficult than an instant conquest. Harry started helping her, and she just accepted. Not to mention, Harry was rather good in the kitchen even without the magic -one of the rare benefits of growing in the Dursley household- and Fleur didn''t have an excuse to argue when he started preparing the fruits after preparing the cream.

    Five minutes in, they were already moving around with the practiced ease of a married couple, preparing late brunch after a night of debauchery, silent, yet showing great coordination. Another benefit of spending hours wrapped around each other was to gain the ability to read her body language to near-perfection, Harry realized. "Smells delicious," he murmured even as Fleur took the first crepe from the pan.

    "Of course," Fleur murmured, her smugness clear despite her blush -no doubt replaying their adventure of the previous day- showing the typical French attitude toward superiority.

    Harry immediately added some sliced strawberries and a rather excessive amount of whipped cream, before taking a bite. "Delicious," he murmured as he cut another bite, this time, raising toward Fleur''s lips. She blushed at the domestic romanticism he was showing, and tried to take a bite, only to get a rather generous dab of cream on her ruby lips. "Sorry," Harry said shamelessly. "Let me get that."

    "Don''t worry-" Fleur started as she reached for a napkin, only to be silenced when she felt his tongue dragging across her lips, freezing in shock.

    Almost, but not quite.

    He immediately dived down, his tongue devouring the chocolate off her belly, smooth enough to send a supermodel into a fit of jealousy. Her moans rose immediately, providing a worthy melody to his breakfast. All the while, his fingers continued to work on her wet tunnel, driving her to a quick climax. "Damn, this is a spectacular breakfast," Harry commented as Fleur steadily climbed toward a breakfast. "You''re an amazing cook."

    Fleur might have been annoyed by his patronizing comment if she wasn''t busy processing the waves of pleasure that were invading her mind. But even as she trembled on the edge of a climax, her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, which was an achievement considering the pornographic quality of their embrace. She would have made an amazing erotic movie star, if Harry wasn''t a possessive bastard that would never let anyone else -other than another of his girls, either conquered or prospective- to see the perfection named Fleur.

    As Fleur moaned, he was getting closer to an explosion. Harry chose that exact moment to stop, leaving her on the edge. "Harry," she murmured, shocked.

    "Sorry, Fleur," Harry answered, not bothering to hide his mocking edge. "I was distracted by my hunger, and realized that I neglected your hunger. You clearly want to eat as well.

    "W-what," she stammered, trying to follow what he meant, which was hard as her mind was blanketed with pleasure. Luckily, Harry''s statement wasn''t difficult to understand, especially when he pushed his pants down and revealed his erection, quickly covering it with chocolate and whipped cream. "D-delicious," she stammered as she slid down the counter, her tongue jumping out hungrily as she licked the side of it.

    "Not bad," Harry commented, enjoying the sight of chocolate-and-cream-covered Fleur down on her knees, steadily licking her breakfast. He didn''t know whether heaven existed, but if it did, they would need to put serious work to surpass what he had been experiencing at the moment. She assaulted his erection with surprising gusto, proving that her attitude hadn''t been reset after a day, just waiting for him to excavate it with a few gentle -or not so gentle- touches.

    He looked down silently as Fleur''s tongue rapidly moved around his shaft, depleting the food he used to cover it. But the real show started when she grabbed her thigh and wrapped her beautiful, chocolate-stained lips around his shaft, and started bobbing. And from the angle he had, it was an amazing show, especially since the only thing Fleur was wearing was the errant leftovers of his decadent breakfast, just adding some color rather than covering something important.

    Harry moaned in satisfaction, surprised by the initiative she had been displaying. He just watched silently as her head bobbed repeatedly, removing the last scraps of chocolate from his skin, leaving only his glistening girth. Fleur didn''t seem to mind, however, as she continued to bob her head aggressively, pushing him steadily toward a climax of his own. With her puffed cheeks and excited eyes, she was doing a wonderful job, especially when her tongue joined the fray.

    "Oh, yeah," he moaned, preparing to grab her head to push her even deeper, to once again enjoy the tightness of her throat, when he was distracted by his ward being attacked. He looked at the door, alarmed, only to relax when he noticed the identity of the intruder.

    Miss Nymphadora Tonks, the Metamorphmagus Auror.

    He watched her from the transparent door as she prepared to cast another spell, which would take down the ward he had hastily erected. He could have reinforced the ward, of course, but why would he, when her sudden intrusion gave him such a nice opener to add her to his growing list of conquests.

    Fleur didn''t realize the situation she was in, too distracted by the length she was trying to swallow, while Tonks completed another spell, and the ward around the kitchen had fallen. Tonks entered the room, her eyes widening in shock immediately as she realized what was going on. Fleur was mostly invisible behind the counter, but the top of her head was just visible enough to inform Tonks about what was going on behind the waist-height wooden barrier.

    Tonks'' hair color cycled between a variety of bright neon colors in shock, from pink to green while Harry made eye contact with her...