The noon sun hung high over the still surface of Hogwarts Lake, its golden rays breaking through the thinning morning mist that lingered along the shoreline. The lake was silent, with small waves and ripples on its surface as it reflected the imposing stone walls of the castle and the shadowy outline of the Forbidden Forest beyond.
A thrum of excitement filled the air as a crowd of students and visitors gathered near the water's edge, slowly making their way to the already occupied stands that had been erected on the enchanted platforms that served as the stage for the Second Task, their muffled chatter a chorus of anticipation.
Rows upon rows of seats lined the platforms for the students, judges, and select guests, with enchanted banners rippling in the gentle February breeze. The banners shimmered with the names of the three champions—Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour, and Viktor Krum—each name accompanied by an image of its bearer, their morphing expressions ghostlike yet brimming with determination.
Harry stood slightly apart, his gaze fixed on the lake as Fleur and Viktor stood to his left. His eyes flicked toward his secret lover, who caught his glance with a knowing smile that made his stomach twist—not with nerves, but with a sense of exhilaration.
She looked stunning, even in the chill air, wearing a sleek, silver one-piece swimsuit that hugged her form alluringly. The swimsuit was on the tighter side with a round neckline, and although not even a hint of her cleavage was visible, the way that swimsuit hugged her made her desirable assets even more pronounced.
A delicate ring adorned the center, holding the upper and lower halves of the suit in place, and drawing attention to the taut curve of her stomach. As his eyes drifted lower, it was impossible to miss the cameltoe visible from the little distance there was between them. Had he been even a yard away, he wouldn't have noticed it.
Fleur seemed aware of her effect on him, as he saw the corners of her lips curling into a teasing smile, and when their eyes met again, she added a playful wink. Harry felt heat creep up his neck—not because of shyness, but because the sight did something funny to a certain part of his body. Add to that the encounter he'd had with Susan, he found himself using his Occlumency to the fullest.
From the way her eyes drifted to his shorts, Harry knew the vixen was aware of what was happening. Still, he didn't avert his gaze, his own expression settling into a confident, appreciative smirk as he eyed her with hunger apparent in his gaze.
For her part, Fleur basked in his attention, her chin lifted proudly and her silver-blonde hair catching the faint sunlight that made her look ethereal. She glanced sidelong at Harry with an air of easy self-assurance, clearly enjoying the unspoken exchange as much as he did. If she had any nerves about the upcoming challenge, they didn't show, though the deliberate way she traced her wand over her fingertips spoke of focus and resolve.
It seemed to ground him as well. They both knew things could get ugly underwater, especially after the abnormal behavior exhibited by the Grindylows, and no matter how capable they believed they were, it required their utmost attention.
Suddenly, Ludo Bagman's booming voice, amplified by the Sonorous charm, echoed around them, breaking through both their thoughts.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament!" Bagman grinned broadly as he gestured dramatically toward the lake, his excitement infectious. The crowd of students and adult spectators alike roared in enthusiasm.
"Our champions have already braved dragons in the first task. But today, their mettle will be tested beneath the surface of the Black Lake. This challenge will require skill, resourcefulness, and perhaps most importantly—wit!"
A ripple of murmurs and applause spread through the crowd. Harry felt a faint twinge of tension return, but he glanced at Fleur again and found himself grounded by the steadiness in her gaze. She had shifted her weight to one hip, her body language a mixture of grace and boldness, as if daring anyone to underestimate her. She noticed him watching and, this time, gifted him with a sly tilt of her head, the soft curve of her lips giving away her amusement. Harry allowed himself a smirk and returned his focus to Bagman.
"Our champions," Bagman continued, his voice rising theatrically, "will each retrieve something precious from the lake's depths. But they'll have only an hour to succeed. Should they fail…" His grin widened as he let the implication hang in the air, sparking a murmur of suspense from the audience.
Dumbledore stepped forward, his calm presence tempering Bagman's theatrics. "Champions," he said, his deep voice resonating over the gathered crowd, "you have discovered what this task entails, and you have prepared for it in your own ways. Trust in your methods, and remember: the lake holds challenges that demand not just courage, but wisdom and care." His gaze swept over the three of them, lingering a fraction longer on Harry, as if conveying a silent warning.
Harry's eyes hardened slightly at the unspoken warning and he squared his shoulders, catching Fleur's eye again as they moved to their marked positions along the shoreline. She turned her head slightly, casting him a look through her lashes that carried both confidence and an unmistakable spark of concern.
"Looks like we're gonna find out what's going on down there," she murmured, her eyes searching his. "Ready?"
"Always," Harry replied smoothly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. Fleur gave him a small smile that turned into a small grimace when she gazed at the tranquil water of the lake. The cold was palpable even though they did not touch the surface, and both knew it would be particularly challenging for the beautiful veela.
Harry caught her eyes and tried to convey as much support as he could. They had discussed it. No task came before their welfare, or by Merlin, their lives, should it get so bad. No one could see what transpired underwater, and as discussed, they planned to always remain nearby so that the other could come to their aid if things went south.
Bagman's voice broke in again. "On my count! Three… two… one!"
Right on cue, a magical horn blared, and Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He still had the flavor in his mouth, and he moved with purpose, doing a couple of squats in place. He felt eyes on him and ignored them entirely, choosing to glance at Fleur once again. She was already murmuring the incantation for the bubble-head charm, and as she gave her wand a slight flick, Harry hoped she knew what she was doing. They might have agreed to be on the lookout for each other, but they were not going to help each other out.
As the silvery-blue bubble formed around her head, she turned briefly toward him, her expression softening with a trace of encouragement. Harry gave her a small nod and watched as she dove in, her movements graceful as she vanished beneath the surface with a splash.
His eyes widened when he heard the spell Krum used on himself, and his head jerked to him in surprise. The man had decided to morph the upper half of his body into that of a shark. Harry had to give him for that. The guy had balls. He watched as the boy dove into the water the moment his face began to morph and took a deep breath. It was time.
The aqua lozenge had been ingested a while ago, and Harry could feel its effects beneath his skin. He felt the flow of blood quicken to certain parts of his body as he willed the candy to get to work, and silently, he gazed around.
He glanced at Krum, who was already halfway through his partial Animagus transformation, his arms lengthening into powerful shark fins. Once he was ready, he dove into the water with an almost predatory grace, disappearing into the lake's dark surface without hesitation.
Several people were now staring at him, wondering why he was the only one left on the platform.
Suddenly, there was a loud splash and Harry looked over. Krum, with his upper body morphed into one of a shark, shot out of the water and dove back in acrobatically, garnering himself tremendous applause from the crowd. The little stunt finally took their attention off him. Still, he felt many eyes on him and closed his own, focusing on the effects of the lozenge.
Time passed in a blur for him and his limbs guided him automatically. There was no stinging sensation on his neck that signaled the formation of gills, or on his hands and feet that would've grown webs to make his body as adapted as possible for the underwater journey. Instead, he remained in his normal form and dove effortlessly into the water.
The sudden chill enveloped him for barely a second before the lozenge's effects kicked in. The temperature of his body shifted drastically, making him perfectly at ease underwater. The chill vanished, being replaced by sheer comfort. It felt as if he was swimming in lukewarm water.
Silently, Harry sent words of praise to Fred and George and commended them for their sheer intellect. They had done a masterful work with this candy.
His gills didn't exist, but something still kicked in quickly, pulling oxygen from the water as he propelled himself forward, his movements swift and sure despite the lack of webbings. His vision was also as perfect as it could be underwater.
The lake was vast, its depths a murky greenish-black, dotted with patches of thick, swaying weeds and shadowed rocks. Above him, faint rays of sunlight penetrated the gloom, providing a dim beacon to the surface. Quickly, he shot forward, his destination clear in his mind—the village of the mermen.
Underwater, he faced no resistance as he swam, the enhanced vision granting him the advantage to spot where to turn and what to avoid. The long hedges seemed like the perfect hiding spots for potential predators, and he swam past them with ease.
Ahead, Harry caught a flash of silver, and as he focused, he discovered it was Fleur, her lithe form cutting smoothly through the water. The light reflected off her suit like moonlight and as he approached, he took in the vision that she was underwater. She glanced back briefly once she felt him, her bubble encasing her features in a soft glow. When she noticed him watching, she tilted her head ever so slightly, the teasing smile from before still present. It was as if she knew exactly what he was thinking—and welcomed it.
Harry smirked, his confidence bolstered, and pushed himself to swim faster, the rush of adrenaline sharpening his senses. He closed the distance between them swiftly and reached out to wrap his hands around her. Fleur pressed herself against him eagerly, their wet bodies mashing together as they caressed each other.
Harry's hands felt up her curves over her thin swimsuit, straying down to knead her arse. He fondled her briefly as Fleur caressed his chest, pushing her hand beneath the vest he had on. She tapped her finger against his nose once, tilting her head and silently asking how he was able to breathe underwater so easily.
Smirking, Harry pulled out a spare lozenge from his pocket and held it out in front of him. He reached out and pulled the front of her swimsuit toward himself, and gently pushed the sealed pack of lozenge inside. The small packet sat snugly between her right breast and the swimsuit, and Harry leaned closer, easily pushing his head inside the bubble she had around her head.
"An invention of a couple of brilliant people I know. Just eat it and think about where you want to breathe, and it'll get the work done," he smirked, stealing a quick kiss from the lovely veela who stared at him in surprise. "Aero for air, Aqua for underwater. Pretty simple, eh?"
Fleur could only nod dumbly, and a soft squeak left her lips when he pulled her flush against himself. She let out a soft groan when she felt his hardness poking against her lower belly and gazed at him heatedly.
"Don't be too long. I want to celebrate our win as soon as we can," he whispered huskily, running his hands all over her back. She had worn nothing under the swimsuit, and after getting so wet, he could feel everything she had to offer, not that she had anything that he hadn't touched so intimately already.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she held him against her, and with her lips resting on top of his, she whispered, "Why don't we get started right here, right now? I never thought about this, but now that we're here, the thought of doing it underwater like this makes me particularly horny."
Harry pulled back slightly as he gazed at her with a smirk, and he boldly reached down, pushing her swimsuit to the side and exposing her puffy, pink lips. Fleur moaned when he began to probe and prod her entrance, shoving a finger in as he felt her up. His breath was hot on her lips and their eyes were locked together as he stimulated her, and Fleur could feel her arousal growing by the second.
However, he proved what a real bastard he was when he suddenly pulled his finger out of her dripping pussy and pulled her swimsuit back in place.
"Very soon," he whispered, taking her lower lip in his mouth and biting gently.
He pulled his face out of the bubble and made a show of licking her juices off his finger, and with a parting squeeze of her perky rear, he turned around and pulled away. The bubble formed around her face as if it had remained unaffected, and a shocked and highly aroused Fleur could do nothing but watch Harry as he swam away.
Her face morphed into a sneer and she silently cursed him for spiking her arousal like this and then leaving her high and dry, or wet in her scenario, and she could do nothing but sigh as she tried to bring herself back under control. She could not lose sight of what she was involved in—both the task and the adverse environment around her. Additionally, the creatures were behaving uncharacteristically from how they should, which posed an additional risk.
Refocusing on the task at hand, she glanced down at the small pack that Harry had pushed inside her swimsuit and fished it out. He took the lozenge out and stared at the peculiar little sphere for a few seconds before chucking it in her mouth. Her eyes widened in pleasant surprise at the fruity taste and for a moment, she wondered whether Harry had played a prank on her. However, she quickly shook her head. He would not do something like that in such a situation.
Considering she had the bubble around her head, she thought 'Aero' in her mind. Her brows furrowed when nothing happened. Shrugging, she made to move when she felt a sudden change. The warming charm she had applied on herself that had been weakening until now suddenly vanished, and she felt warm water envelop her. The feeling was uncannily similar to an active warming charm but still different in how the warmth seemed to seep into her bones instead of feeling merely superficial.
With a grin, she realized it was the work of the lozenge Harry had given her and she resumed moving, pleasantly surprised by the ease with which she could swim through the murky dark depths of the lake. Her vision also seemed much better and she could see everything with more clarity than before.
Whoever had come up with such a remarkable invention deserved all the praise in the world.
As Fleur swam, she could see Harry in the distance, occasionally glancing over his shoulder. Her enhanced vision enabled her to see the expression on his face and she saw him get visibly relaxed when their eyes met. She gave him a small nod as she quickened her pace, watching how he traversed through the waters with ease.
Above and below, faint movements hinted at the creatures of the lake—some docile, others less so. She kept her guard up but felt no hesitation. Harry was ahead of him, and even though he did not have his wand lit up to illuminate the path forward, she could see him easily. He glanced back again, ensuring she was following safely, and gestured subtly for her to follow.
They swam deeper, and even though they could not feel it truly, they knew the cold had intensified around them as the lakebed came into view. It was a vast expanse of shadowy plants and jagged rock formations.
Suddenly, a dark shape moved in the periphery, too fast to identify for either of them and Harry came to a quick stop. His wand was out in a flash, and he glanced at Fleur, who had closed the distance between them and had her wand out as well, her posture alert. She turned to him, her lips moving within the bubble.
"What happened?"
"I think I saw something move by behind those weeds," he said quietly, his wand trained forward as he eyed the swaying plants that protruded from the lakebed and reached high. "Let's move, but be on the lookout."
The murk of the Black Lake seemed to thicken as Harry and Fleur swam deeper into the shadows, the faint glimmer of light from above all but swallowed by the depths. Around them, the lakebed spread out in eerie silence, the sway of dark, tangled seaweed brushing against jagged rock formations like ghostly fingers. Their wands remained pointed ahead, their eyes alert and their ears sharp for any hint of disturbance.
A faint vibration thrummed through the water—a sensation more than a sound. Harry stilled, his instincts flaring, and raised a hand to halt Fleur. She stopped immediately, her free hand reaching out to steady herself against his shoulder. Her pale hair floated like a silver halo, and her eyes shone questioningly as they met Harry's.
Harry gestured ahead with his wand, and as Fleur squinted her eyes, she seemed to see it as well. A shadow loomed in the distance—a massive, coiling shape that seemed to undulate in the currents. As the creature drew closer, its form became clear.
It was a serpentine monstrosity, its scales shimmering faintly in the dim light. Its elongated body moved with predatory grace, and its head—wide and angular with rows of needle-like teeth—swiveled toward them.
"A sea serpent," Fleur whispered, her tone a mix of awe and apprehension. Her eyes were wide and fixated on the magnificent creature that was equal parts terrifying.
Harry nodded, his jaw tightening as he raised his wand. "And not a small one."
The serpent let out a low, resonant hiss, its eyes gleaming like polished obsidian as it fixed on them. Time seemed to slow as it regarded them, and Harry felt Fleur shift behind him.
He hissed in Parseltongue, asking the serpent to stand aside and let them pass, all the while keeping his wand trained on it.
With a sudden burst of speed, the serpent shot forward, its jaws snapping like the predator that it was. The meaning was clear to Harry. His request had been denied, which meant only one thing.
He reacted instantly, slashing his wand in a wide arc. A silent Confringo shot through the water in a trail of fiery gold, striking the serpent's side.
The beast reeled, thrashing violently as the explosion rippled through its scales. Harry surged forward, his strokes powerful, positioning himself between Fleur and the creature.
Fleur was no damsel though, and she wasted no time. She circled to the side, her movements swift and precise. "Glacius Maxima!" she cast silently, her wand emitting a blast of the icy trail. The spell struck the serpent's tail, encasing a section of it in jagged ice. The beast writhed, releasing a deep, guttural roar that rumbled through the water as it struggled to free itself.
Suddenly, Harry's senses alerted him to more movement, and as the serpent thrashed, his head darted from side to side as he tried to pinpoint where the disturbance was coming from.
"To your left!" Fleur hissed, and Harry abruptly turned around, firing a silent cutting curse that the creature dodged. The curse cleaved through the weeds, cutting a line clean off as it shot through the water at a blistering pace.
Harry watched as from the shadows, another presence emerged—a hulking, crab-like creature with pincers the size of boulders and a spiked, armored carapace. Its many legs moved with unsettling speed, and its bulbous eyes swiveled to take in the serpent before snapping to the two humans.
"Wonderful," Harry muttered under his breath. "Just what we needed."
Fleur's eyes narrowed, her wand flicking toward the crab-creature. "Harry, you take the serpent," she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll handle this one."
"Like hell you will," Harry shot back, but Fleur had already darted toward the crab-like monster, her silver hair streaming behind her like a comet's tail.
"Bombarda!" she cast silently, aiming for one of its pincers. The spell struck true, sending chunks of the pincer spiraling into the water. The creature bellowed in pain, and the sound was so unearthly that it seemingly made the lake tremble. Enraged, it swung its other claw toward her. Fleur dodged it narrowly, her movements graceful but furious as she glared at the newcomer.
Harry turned back to the serpent just in time to see it lunging for him again. He pointed his wand directly at its open maw.
A silent dismemberment curse shot forth, the spell carving through the water like a blade, slashing into the serpent's face. Dark blood billowed into the water, but the beast barely hesitated, its enormous tail whipping toward Harry with a force that sent him spiraling backward, compelling him to erect a powerful shield that took the full brunt of the attack.
He righted himself quickly, his adrenaline surging as he glared at the creature. He glanced toward Fleur and saw her dodging another strike from the crab-creature, her spells hammering its carapace with relentless precision. Her expression was fierce, her lips curved in a determined snarl.
"Diffindo!" she cast silently once again, severing one of its legs. The creature faltered but retaliated with a lunge that clipped her side. Fleur twisted away, her bubble-head charm shimmering as she spun.
"Fleur!" Harry shouted, but before he could move to her aid, the serpent lunged again. This time, Harry didn't hesitate. Enraged, he glared at the creature and thrust his wand forward, all intentions of mercy forgotten.
"Sanguis Fragmentum!" he roared, the vicious curse erupting from his wand. The streak of crimson writhed through the water, colliding with the sea serpent in a cataclysmic burst. The beast roared, its blood vessels progressively shattering from within as it thrashed wildly, retreating.
Suddenly, a crackling pop echoed through the water. Harry whirled around in alarm and his eyes widened when he saw Fleur's bubble-head charm burst, the shimmering film vanishing in an instant. His heart leaped into his throat, but she remained calm.
Instead, she paused mid-spell, her eyes meeting his as she held her breath for a moment. A faint shimmer passed over her face as her body adjusted seamlessly to the water. She smiled—defiant and radiant—and resumed her assault.
"Focus, Harry!" she called, her voice clear despite the water, and relieved, Harry realized she had already taken the lozenge.
The serpent, now enraged, lashed out once more, its coils reaching out for Harry once again. He glared at the creature and shielded against the assault, retaliating with a powerful ribbon cutter that cleaved right through its scales. The serpent bellowed a guttural cry of pain and Harry pressed the advantage. He fired a point-blank Expulso, sending it soaring through the water just as Fleur banished the crab-creature. Both the monsters collided, their limbs and scales sheared through, dark blood oozing out of their wounds.
As if on instinct, the crab-creature turned its attention toward the serpent, its claw striking out as the serpent coiled back, blood still trailing from its injuries. For a moment, both creatures paused, sizing each other up. Then, with a roar and a hiss, they turned on each other, locked in a savage battle. The serpent's fangs sank into the crab's armored shell, while the crab retaliated with its crushing pincers, tearing into the serpent's coils.
"Harry!" Fleur called, swimming to his side. She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm as she glanced at the warring creatures. "We need to go—now!"
Harry nodded, his grip firm as he took her hand. "Let's move."
They swam upward together, their movements synchronized as they left the carnage behind. As they ascended, Fleur leaned closer, her breath warming his ear even through the water. "That was reckless," she murmured, her tone soft but edged with affection.
Harry smirked. "You're one to talk."
Her laughter, light and musical, carried through the water. She squeezed his hand, her expression a mixture of pride and exhilaration as they broke through the weeds together. For a moment, they simply floated there, gazing at each other, their breaths mingling.
"Well fought down there," Fleur said, her voice low as she swam closer, placing her palm on his chest.
Smirking, Harry glanced down at her face. "You too. Remind me never to get on your bad side."
Fleur's lips curved into a smile, her eyes bright as she leaned closer. "I should think you already know better than that."
"I think I could do with a reminder," Harry whispered as he leaned toward her as well. Fleur merely chuckled as their lips met underwater in a searing kiss.
They poured both their exhilaration from the previous battle into the kiss. Their hands roamed, hers finding solace in his wet hair as she pushed her fingers through them, caressing his scalp while Harry's hands found her plump, perky rear. He sank his fingers into her bare skin, his lust from before resurfacing along with all the adrenaline rushing through him.
Breathing came naturally to them, the need for air never arising as they made out heatedly while they floated in the middle of the Black Lake. Fleur's moans were swallowed by his lips as he sucked on hers, just as she kissed him back, their tongues battling furiously as they pressed themselves flush against each other.
Suddenly, Fleur let out a loud moan as she pulled her lips away, gazing lustfully into his eyes as Harry pulled her swimsuit to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy to the cold water. He probed her entrance from behind, taking delight in watching the emotions that crossed her face.
"You leave me all hot and labored once again, and you'll find just how bad that reminder can get," she threatened, firmly pushing her hand through his shorts.
Harry groaned in approval when he felt her hot, dainty hand wrap around his erection, and Fleur easily slid his shorts down, pulling his cock out. In no time, she began to stroke him firmly, her eyes, full of lust and arousal, locked with his.
"You do know we're in dangerous territory right now, right?" Harry asked with a hint of a growl in his voice as he leaned closer.
"They can wait and watch, or they can die if they dare disturb us," Fleur growled, and that did it.
Harry's hands shot out and grabbed her by the arse, and without needing any leverage, he lifted her. Fleur quickly got the memo and wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping his erection between their bodies. The moment she felt him against her, she began to move, humping herself against him as she rubbed his erection against her lower belly, her arms wrapped around his neck as their lips met once again in a furious kiss.
She felt him move and tightened her hold on him, just as his cock probed her wet entrance. It was child's play for Harry to maneuver Fleur underwater, and with one firm pull, he slammed himself inside her, burying his cock to the hilt within her wanton pussy.
"Oh fuck yes!" Fleur cried out and began to bounce against him, fucking herself raw on his cock underwater. She held herself firmly against him, and with his hands free to explore, Harry grabbed the front of her swimsuit and tugged it down, pulling it over her tits and exposing them to his hungry gaze, and his eager mouth as well.
Fleur, fucking herself eagerly on his cock, let out a delighted hum when she felt his lips clamp down on her left nipple. He grabbed both her tits, fondling and squeezing furiously as he kissed, sucked, and nibbled on one after the other, paying both his undivided attention as he left all the responsibility of their ravenous fucking to Fleur who shouldered it all with enthusiasm.
She felt him reach deep within her, and she could only imagine what a sight she and Harry must be right now—underwater with barely a stitch of clothing on each other, with her draped over him as she fucked herself on his cock while he sucked and played with her large, exposed tits.
'Those creatures must be enjoying quite a sight, if they're watching,' she thought naughtily, her eyes darting around. There was no soul in sight as far as she could see, and with a grin, she pulled his face back up and slammed her lips against his, rocking against him.
"I'm close," she whispered once she pulled away.
"Me too," Harry grunted.
Grinning, Fleur intensified her ministrations, and Harry matched her. With a feral grin of his own, he released his hold on her tits and grabbed her arse once again, guiding her on his cock. Fleur arched her back hotly, thrusting her tits in his face as she aided him while he fucked her.
Barely a minute later, she shivered violently and Harry's grip on her tightened. He brought her firmly against himself, smashing their bodies together as their lips met in a needy kiss. Fleur exploded around him, a massive orgasm crashing through her as she gripped Harry's cock in a vice. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge, and Harry grunted into the kiss as he came.
Rope after rope of his thick, potent seed shot forth, striking Fleur's hot inner walls as he painted her in white for the umpteenth time.
Their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss as Harry kept pumping his load deep within her while Fleur's inner walls pulsated around his girth, milking him for all he was worth.
When they finally pulled back, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together and their eyes closed as they took a moment to savor the feeling coursing through their veins.
At that moment, the thoughts of dangers lurking around them or the task did not even register. All that dominated their minds was the feeling of exhilaration coursing through their veins and the sheer ecstasy of what they had done.