Harry Potter was by and large the most intelligent of individuals at Hogwarts, including the staff. However, for all his knowledge he couldn't quite figure out why the women usually surrounding him had become so very… aggressive lately.
It had started with Pansy, which he could completely understand, Draco wasn't known for being completely subtle and the girl was more than a little upset by her fiance's attraction towards the Delacour girl. If it had just been that he could have easily ignored it, attributing it to jealousy.
However…
"Harry, I was hoping we could do some studying… just the two of us."
"Oh, hello Hermi…" the boy's reply was cut off as the bushy-haired Witch grabbed a hold of his wrist and began pulling him towards a nearby, thankfully empty, classroom.
The next day a similar event had occurred with Luna, with her asking him to take a walk while it was still warm out… it ended with her pushing him onto the grass and mounting him.
Later that evening Tracey Davis had ambushed him and dragged him into a broom closet.
An hour later they had emerged, only for Aurora Sinistra to be 'conveniently' taking a walk nearby, and demanding his presence outside, which would be a rather interesting experience as he hadn't had sex outside, and at, night since camping with Hedwig over a year prior.
Daphne had found find next, and apparently decided that the empty corridor was more than sufficient for sex, or maybe she had a bit of a voyeur fetish.
When he finally made it back to his room he found Ginny Weasley waiting on his bed… naked. "About time my Lord, no offense but you sure know how to keep a girl waiting."
"Ginny I…"
"Have been fucking every nearby girl for the past day and a half, but it seems you missed one, me ."
"Yes but…"
" Strip ." she demanded, before turning around and getting down on all fours on top of the bed. "I want you shagging the life out of me in the next twenty seconds Harry… or there will be consequences."
Despite the fact that it was a rather ironic situation, being threatened by a girl younger than him, the Potter heir sighed, before doing as he was told.
He woke up the next morning with Hedwig under the covers, her mouth sealed around his lower extremity.
"B-bloody hell Hedwig… what has gotten into everyone lately…" the teen groaned.
"Besides you my Lord? " Ginny whispered from next to him, running her fingers over his chest. "If you want to blame someone it would be that Veela slut ."
"Wh…" he had a momentarily lapse in brain activity due to a certain white-haired girl's actions before collecting his thoughts once more. "What does she have to do with it?"
"Oh please Harry, you denied her… denied a Veela. That action by itself would have earned you our attention, but then that skank has been staring at you ever since then, undressing you with her eyes. Can you blame us for being a little… possessive ? We just want you to remember the rest of us…"
For a split second the teasing tone was replaced by something else, something far more… vulnerable. The boy-who-lived promptly grabbed the redhead by her hips and slid her on top of his face, earning a surprised yelp by the girl, followed by a moan as he began reminding her that she was not going to be forgotten.
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Another quill snapped in half, earning a few choice curses, some in French others in English, from the Veela. How in the hell was she supposed to concentrate on doing homework after what had happened? Ever since she had been engulfed by Harry Potter's Magic she felt as though she had been seeing the world through a haze. Everything else, everyone else seemed so very bland and dull in comparison to the object of her new obsession.
The fact that she hadn't been able to come down from her lust induced high wasn't helping either. Masturbation, even with the few toys she had brought along, did nothing but make it worse . Despite her denials she knew what had occurred, as her mother had given her the talk years prior. Veela were very physical creatures and enjoyed that part of intimacy far more than humans did. They were also far easier to please than a human girl could be.
There was, however, a catch.
It was known as the 'Veela Bond' and while it did not enslave an individual, and did absolutely nothing to the opposing person, it did alter the Veela's sex drive and functions revolving around it. Simply put, once she found someone that her Magic, and more primal instincts, found perfect she would 'bond' with them, and crave them above all others. She could still marry others, still find romance but the itch would never be truly satisfied.
Worse was the fact that once this link was established she could no longer find relief by herself, and in rare cases anyone else save for her 'chosen'. Clearly it had been Harry, but Fleur Delacour was nothing if not proud. The idea of being bound to a fourteen-year-old boy was not just annoying, it was insulting. Whispers taunted her at night, usually sounding like her disapproving father, about how weak she was, how pathetic she would be fall victim to a mere child years younger than her. Thus, she convinced herself that her instincts were wrong, that it was simply a reaction to his Magic and nothing more.
Another quill broke.
And if she was wrong… then she would be forced to take more drastic measures.
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