Queens ch.33

On the way back to the city, Harry made a phone call to his grandfather to briefly inform him about the recent events concerning Fleur and B

On the way back to the city, Harry made a phone call to his grandfather to briefly inform him about the recent events concerning Fleur and Bill. The grandfather insisted that they should stay at his spacious house.

"Harry, I think the time has come for you and the girls to move in," the grandfather suggested. "There’s plenty of room here, and I will ensure you have all the privacy you need."

"Thanks," replied Harry. "We'll take you up on that offer." He planned to discuss the move with the girls the next morning, but for now, their focus was on helping Fleur escape from her toxic relationship with Bill.

Upon their return to the city, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Harry found Tracey waiting in her apartment. They quickly briefed her, and they all agreed to head over to Bill’s place together. Gabrielle and Tracey would pack Fleur’s belongings while she broke up with Bill.

Luckily, Fleur’s key still worked. When they entered Bill’s apartment, they found him sitting gloomily in the living room, staring blankly out the window. He turned towards the door and his gaze landed on Fleur.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice devoid of its usual fervor. Once again, he came hat in hand, hoping to appeal to Fleur's sympathy. Would she fall for it, as she had many times before?

"Yes, we need to talk," Fleur stated firmly, her tone resolute.

Gabrielle and Tracey passed Bill and headed down the hallway towards Fleur’s bedroom.

"My brother looked after them and furrowed his brows. "Where are they going?"

"They’re packing my bags," Fleur informed him.

Bill couldn’t bring himself to look at Harry and walked past him into his bedroom. He left the door open and quickly pulled a suitcase from under the bed.

"Why are they packing your bags?" Bill asked, his voice panic-stricken. "You’re not leaving."

"Bill, it’s over," said Fleur, her tone still steady and strong. "I don’t love you anymore."

Harry smiled as he threw the suitcase onto the bed. He grabbed a handful of clothes, both Gabrielle’s and his own, and tossed them into the open suitcase.

"We can work this out," Bill pleaded. "I’ll change. Harry can stay. I promise it will be different this time." Harry rolled his eyes and walked to the closet, throwing shoes and a few hanging clothes into the open suitcase.

"We’re leaving," Fleur declared. "Harry and I don’t want to stay."

"Are you sleeping with him?" Bill’s voice began to show the first signs of anger.

Harry finished packing his personal items from the dresser and zipped up the suitcase. He was packed and ready to go. "Not yet," said Fleur. "But I love him. It's only a matter of time."

"You’ve slept with him," Bill accused, his voice rising in anger. "What a fucking whore you are."

"It’s coming from the guy who’s had more pussy in a week than Harry in his entire life," Fleur retorted sharply. "You’re the whore, and you're also a little bitch." She spoke with anger and authority while Harry lingered near the door, ready to intervene if necessary.

"I’m fucking two women from work and another one I met at the gym," Bill spat out. "I fucking don’t need you. Get out of my apartment."

Harry left the room, carrying his bag, while Tracey and Gabrielle emerged from Fleur's room with two packed bags.

Bill turned to Harry, his eyes reddening with rage. "How could you do this to someone who took you in like a brother?"

"We’re only stepbrothers because I'm friends with Ron, and your parents adopted me," Harry explained calmly, reaching out for Fleur. "Are we done here?"
  She grasped his hand, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, allowing it to linger as their tongues lightly intertwined. She pulled back, triumphantly gazing at Bill. "Yes, it's all done. Let's go home."

Bill's face quivered with anger, shades of red growing brighter by the second. A thick, enraged vein throbbed in his temple, and he stared helplessly with murder in his eyes. "You're dead to me."

As Fleur wrapped an arm around him, Tracey wound her arm around his waist, and Gabrielle slid her hands onto his chest from behind. The four of them looked at Bill with a mixture of pity and disdain.

Harry leaned in and kissed Tracey on the lips, then turned to Bill, throwing him a shit-eating grin. "Somehow, I think I'll survive."

That night, the four of them joined Gramps on the rooftop to participate in a night match. With beautiful women around him, Gramps rode high, pulling out all the stops with wine, cocktails, and enough good food to feed an army.

A warm glow hung over the pitch, and the steady roar of the crowd echoed as the hosts led by 40 points within the first fifteen minutes. The night was cool, the wind gentle. The humidity had lifted, and the crisp feeling of autumn was fast approaching.

Harry had never been happier. He sat with Tracey on one side and Fleur on the other, intertwining fingers with their warm hands.

Gabrielle and Gramps sat in the row below them, where Gramps recounted the history of the stadium and their family's townhouse.

Before the match, Gramps pulled Harry aside and promised to leave after forty minutes of the match so he could negotiate living arrangements with his harem — his words, not Harry's. The idea of three women sharing his bed and Gramps' roof seemed to excite him infinitely, and Harry couldn't help but wonder why. Perhaps Gramps had some harem fetish he was living vicariously through? One day he'd pry that information out of him, but today wasn't that day.

Right on cue, Gramps yawned and rose. "Time for this old man to hit the hay," he turned to Harry. "You know where the rooms are. Make yourself comfortable."

The girls took turns showing their gratitude, hugging and kissing him, while Gramps savored every second with a toothy grin plastered on his old, wrinkled face.

After he left, Harry asked the girls to join him at the round table on the patio, adjacent to the stadium-style stands.

As they settled in, Harry looked at each of them before speaking. "I have an important question to ask you all, and if the answer is yes, then together, as a family, we'll figure out our next move."

The trio looked at him expectantly, each more beautiful than ever. "What do you say we all live here together?" Harry asked. "Tracey's apartment isn't big enough for all of us, and this place has more rooms than we know what to do with. When Gramps leaves, he'll leave this place to me, which means it'll belong to all of us. What do you think?"

The girls glanced at each other and back at Harry. "What about Emma?" Fleur asked.

"Or Daphne and Lanie?" Gabrielle added.

"Emma is currently engaged to someone else," Harry said. "Which is a big mistake," Fleur chimed in. "She and Louis are not suited for each other."

Harry's mind wandered back to his thrilling encounter with Emma in the quarry, and he had to admit, adding the brunette beauty to the mix was high on his to-do list. "If Emma wants to move in here, I won't stop her."

"You need to steer her away from Louis," Fleur said. "But she wants to get married."

Marriage in a harem would be an issue. Harry couldn't marry Emma and not the others. "I'll work on Emma," he said. "We'll participate in a triathlon together soon. I'll see what I can do."

"And what about Daphne?" Gabrielle asked.

"Daphy seems content with Bob," Harry said. "Granted, she needs a sexual outlet, but besides occasional flings, I don't see her moving out of Bob's house anytime soon."

"She's not happy," Gabrielle said.

"I agree," Fleur said. "Daphne hasn't been herself for years."

"If Daphne wants to move in with us, she can, but it'll take some time," Harry said.

"You should have sex with her," Gabrielle said. "It's the way to her heart."

Harry cleared his throat. "Alright. I'll handle it. The important thing is that both Emma and Daphne are welcome if they're interested."

Gabrielle folded her arms across her chest. "Not Amber," she said. "I don't like that girl."

"Me neither," Fleur agreed. "Who's Amber?" Tracey asked.

"I'll tell you later," Gabrielle said. "She tried to get with Harry this weekend."

Tracey's eyes hardened, and she spat out a French epitaph too quickly for Harry to catch. "Not for Amber," he said. "Your trio is enough."

"You mean our quintet," Gabrielle said.

"It's like we're forming a coven," Fleur said.

"And Gramps is the head witch," Gabrielle said before the other girls burst into laughter.

"What does this mean for Harry?" Tracey asked.

"Our fuck toy," Gabrielle said, grinning.

"I thought more like our husband," Fleur said.

"Our shared husband," Tracey said. "Oui."

"I'm in," Gabrielle said, laying her hand flat on the table.

"Me too," Fleur said, placing her hand on top of Gabrielle's.

"Moi aussi," Tracey said, adding her hand to the mix. "Let's do it," Harry said. "We'll move in this weekend."

Gabrielle leaned in and whispered something to Fleur, who quickly nodded. His raven-haired princess gave him a peck, her eyes sparkling, before she faked a yawn and grabbed Tracey's hand. "Tracey and I have some catching up to do. Have fun, kids, and see you tomorrow."

Gabrielle lifted Tracey off the table and whispered in her ear before they both giggled and walked away, one after the other.

"Goodnight," Tracey said and kissed Harry on the lips. "Tomorrow night is for us. Okay?"

Harry returned her kiss and nodded. "Yes."

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and hugged him tightly, sliding onto his lap before kissing him on the lips. "Goodnight, my sweet man."

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, his cock hardening beneath her tight ass. "Goodnight, love. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

"Great." She kissed him one last time before slipping off his lap. "Get our girl pregnant. Okay?"

Fleur's cheeks turned red. "Gabrielle. Stop it." Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "I hope the walls are soundproof because when you start moaning, you'll wake the dead."

"You're embarrassing me," Fleur said.

Gabrielle leaned in and kissed her sister on the cheek. "I'm joking because I love you, but jokes aside, get ready for the orgasm of your life. Our man's penis is a deadly weapon."

Harry's cheeks flushed red, and he jokingly smacked Gabrielle's ass.

She squealed and jumped, turning to him and smiling. "Okay. We're going. She grabbed Tracey's hand, and they both walked away, talking at a million words per minute.

Fleur and Harry sat alone on the rooftop, gazing at each other from across the table.

Harry's stomach fluttered nervously, and his pulse quickened, knowing what was about to happen. He pushed his chair back and patted his knees. "Come here, darling."

Fleur rounded the table and sat on his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck and gently kissing him on the lips. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better." Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, this time longer, until her sweet scent enveloped him, and his cock hardened beneath her ass.

Her golden hair, shining and smooth, cascaded down her shoulders freely. She wore a black shirt with a V-neck and a pair of white shorts. The shirt opened up, revealing her legendary cleavage and lacy black bra. Fleur's warm, intrigued blue eyes absorbed him, and her full pink lips gleamed with strawberry gloss. She looked barely twenty-two, and it seemed like she had shed five years in just the past hour. Her long, golden legs shimmered in the rooftop lights, and her open-toed sandals dangled from her delicate toes. She studied his face and brushed a lock of dark hair from his eyes. "I have you all to myself now."
She smelled faintly of buttery popcorn and sweet vanilla, her ample breast pressing against his arm, causing his cock to throb and twitch, thickening against her ass. His heart raced, and his stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation. He took a slow breath, trying to calm his nerves. She was literally the girl of his dreams, and she had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment. "If I'm dreaming, please let me get to the good part before I wake up."

Fleur chuckled and brushed her lips against his. "I'm so nervous, I'm shaking. Can you feel me?" She took his hand, her fingers trembling as she tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. "I've wanted you forever. And now I have you all night."

"You're the main reason I made all the major changes in my life," Harry said. "I wanted to win you over."

Fleur furrowed her brow. "I'm glad you're healthy, but honestly, your weight never bothered me. I've wanted you since the night you graduated high school." Her cheeks flushed. "I know I'm a perv, but I fell for you that day. You looked so handsome in your cap and gown, so smart and kind." She sighed and looked at Harry with adoration in her eyes. "There's no better man than you, Harry Potter."

"But I was fifty pounds overweight," Harry said. She shrugged. "I never noticed."

Harry laughed and pulled her closer, kissing her gently. "You could have saved me the hard work at the gym."

Fleur giggled and wrapped her arms around his, almost overwhelming him with her nutty scent. "You made those changes for yourself," she said. "I'm glad you did, because you're happier now than you were. But I don't think you're any more handsome. You were already the most handsome man I've ever seen."

Harry sighed and ran his hands over her back, gently squeezing her ass. "Man, oh man, will I ever keep you in suspense?"

Fleur giggled and slid off his lap, before taking his hands. "So let's get started. Who knows? If we have enough sex, you might knock me out before morning."

The cozy bedroom, as Harry called it, was one of his favorite escapes in the sprawling grandparents' house. It had a large bay window with a reading nook, a stone fireplace, a floor-to-ceiling shelf filled with classic novels and great literature, and a canopy bed where he had some of the deepest sleeps of his life. Now he was on the verge of adding sex to the many reasons he loved this place.

Harry led Fleur by the hand to the bedroom and gently closed the door behind them.

"It's so cozy in here," Fleur said, spinning slowly in a circle and admiring everything.

Moonlight streamed in through the large bay window, and Harry lit a nearby candle on the antique desk.

"They don't call it the cozy room for nothing." He continued from candle to candle, lighting each one until the soft, warm glow illuminated the room. Fleur stood before the shelf and looked at the hundreds of books that Grandpa had collected over the years. "Have you read any of these?"

"Sure," Harry replied. "I've read almost half of them." Fleur glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes widening. "I didn't know you love to read. I love reading too." She turned back to the shelf and began scanning the spines of the books.

Harry put down the lighter and stood behind Fleur. Her shimmering hair gleamed like gold in the warm light, and her light vanilla scent turned his stomach upside down. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear. Strands of her hair tickled his nose. He kissed Fleur's neck and pulled her closer. "I can recommend any book." She intertwined her fingers with his and exposed her neck, allowing him to kiss her.

He breathed her in and kissed lower. "I know everything about you." His cock thickened in his jeans, and he slid his hand over Fleur's shirt, running his fingers over her flat stomach.

She pressed her ass against his cock and leaned back into him. "God, I've wanted you for so long." She turned to look him in the eyes, and their lips met.

Their tongues flicked and immediately deepened the kiss, exploring each other's mouths, while Fleur's soft moans made his cock as hard as a diamond.

Her strawberry-scented lips slipped into his mouth, and he tugged at the bottom of her shirt, wanting to free her amazing breasts from their dark confines.

Fleur did the same, pulling at his shirt as she sucked his tongue between her lips and deep into her mouth.

His cock yearned for sweet freedom, and his head exploded with desire. The beast inside him roared, and he was consumed by a raw, overpowering hunger for Fleur's essence. He broke the kiss and pulled away, breathless and eager. "Arms up, baby," he said in a hoarse voice.