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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
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Hung Nerd Meets a Slut
He didn’t ask to compete. She didn’t expect to lose. Now Hogwarts’ quietest champion has a bet to collect, and Fleur Delacour’s perfect tits are on the line.-
8.5 K • Jun 18, '25
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12.3 K • Jan 11, '26
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Hermione’s First Leak
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. The weight room smelled like metal, sweat, and testosterone. Harry stood at the edge of the bench, eyeing the bar like it might bite. Ron clapped his hands once. “Alright, Potter. Shirt off. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Harry hesitated. “Is that really…” Ron snorted. “Do I look like I’m joking? You’re about to lift in…-
33.3 K • Ongoing
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Hermione’s Surrender
The words on the page hadn’t changed in twenty minutes. Hermione stared at the same paragraph of her Transfiguration notes, quill hovering, ink drying on the tip. Something about partial transformation theory. Maintaining the self while borrowing from elements. She’d read it six times and couldn’t remember a word. Her thighs pressed together under the table. She shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t make her so aware of the slick heat between her legs. Her knickers had been damp…-
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