Harry's plan for dealing with the dragon was simple straightforward and direct, Moody's suggestion complicated it slightly but actually increased the chance of success.
With most dragons hunting almost entirely by sight, Harry planned to use and invisibility charm to hide himself and simply sneak the egg out of the arena, with the addition of his broom he stood a better chance as he would be able to time it so it appeared to her that she'd lost him during a bend rather than him fading away in the arena, minimizing the likelihood she would attempt to locate him by other means such as scent and in doing so relocating him.
Things initially went according to plan: his broom arrived on time, Harry got on and was able to enrage the nesting mother enough she flew off and began chasing him all around the castle, and then on the final leg of the return he was meant to use the spell to hide, snatch the egg in mid flight and all would be fine. However, due to a mix of adrenaline and nerves, the spell blanked in his mind, his flustered attempt to remember appearing to onlookers, to be a bright flash of light, before his empty broom was bathed in dragon fire, crumbling to ash for all to see.
The good news for Harry was he didn't die, instead the spell caused his body to shrink, falling off the broom once he was too small to control it. This could have spelt disaster were it not for his location at the time of his shrinking, right above the spectator stands, specifically the Beaubatons stand. Harry's fall to earth was stopped by ivory hills, making him the envy of any of the other guys in Hogwarts if they ever knew, the deep cleavage of Fleur Delecours round and impressivly large breasts. At 4 inches tall he didn't make much of an impression against her jiggling mounds, his entire body swallowed up by a crevice smelling sweetly of a most likely expensive French perfume.
Fleur sighs as she sat in the stands, with Potter gone, be he dead or just lost the judges scored him a 0, then Bagman passed the egg to his only friend from what she could tell, a bushy haired brunette with a nice sized chest and perky ass, that she'd seen a few times when she decided to see the differences between her school and Hogwarts libraries. With nothing else to do the silvery blond witch leaves the stands and heads back to the carriage, stopping near the lake to readjust her tightly fitting bra, usually she'd have preferred to go without, but it was better to be professional than comfortable when representing the school.
The movement didn't do Harry any favours as 2 globes of fatty flesh decided to pummel him between each other, something he was used to given the size of his obese cousin and uncle, but with the unhelpful reminder they were boobs, which even before he shrunk were at least the size of his head, and his lower wand began to awaken. While wizards had no real religions to worship Harry still prayed he wouldn't be found in such an awkward and compromising position
What happens next?
1) Fleur doesn't notice Harry, meaning he's trapped in her cleavage as she goes about her day.
2) She feels movement and pulls Harry out, angry at him for perving on her like this, and deciding to punish him for his stupid action
3)Fleur retrieved Harry, but instead of anger there's joy and a little arousal. She could easily tell Harry was hard, but clear headed, meaning even at his current size her allure didn't affect him, the only explanation was that he was her mate, and given how small and helpless he currently is, she'll be having a lot of fun with her future husband...
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