Harry Potter released a pleased sigh as a certain blonde-haired French Witch peppered his chest with feather-light kisses. "You know, I had heard that once they got in the mood Veela could go for hours. I never expected to be on the receiving end of this type of treatment though."
She giggled into his skin, "Don't tell me you are getting tired mon amour…"
"Hardly, it is just a rather odd circumstance for someone to be able to keep up with me in bed." This statement earned a brighter smile from Fleur, as she went back to her ministrations, before pausing a moment later.
"Harry…"
"Hm?"
"Can I… ask you for a favor? I… I will do anything you want, anything you ask if you just…" She was silenced by a finger on her lips, and a teasing smile on the raven-haired boy's face.
"Perhaps, mon cher, you should ask before making promises hm? You never know when someone might just be in a good enough mood to not ask for anything in return."
For a second, he swore he had seen a light blush tint the older girl's face, but it was gone a moment later, "My father… he has spoken to you about my future… and Gabrielle's?"
The boy nodded in confirmation.
"He has offered to let you… buy us?" For a moment, less than the time it would take someone to blink, Fleur swore that the room darkened, that the stars themselves flickered just a bit, and the moon's pale light dimmed… but then it was over before she could even comment on it.
"Your father has… mentioned this, yes."
The Delacour heiress nodded, before taking in a deep breath, "I… do you think you could… would you accept his offer?"
Harry paused, blinking in surprise before opening his mouth to reply, "I must say, of all the things you could have asked for… that was one I did not expect."
Holding back, but just barely, her amused laughter Fleur shook her head, before her expression became grave once more, "You do not know my father like I do… he is determined to get rid of us. If he does not find a…" here she paused to find the correct words, and reign in her temper, " buyer in England he will find one elsewhere… at least this way I might… I cannot bear the thought of never seeing my sister again, of having her taken away and… and…"
Tears formed at her eyes, before being dried by a gentle caress from her lover, "That isn't going to happen Fleur. I will not let anything happen to either of you, so relax…"
She nodded thankfully, before a cat-like grin formed on her face, "Then you must let me thank you… and make it worthyour while," before venturing south with her mouth once more.
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Gritting his teeth Theodore Nott fought the urge to throw down his book in anger. He had been denied once more. It was bad enough that his future bride did not know her place, to be at his side, for the Yule Ball… but to deny him when he propositioned her to relieve some of the tension currently soaking all of them was…
'It is all his fault' the boy seethed. Their so-called Lord was enjoying himself at their own expense. It wasn't enough that he had every girl in Slytherin practically begging for his attention, or most of their class. No, the Half-blood had to take a Veela as well, as if to show off to the rest of them and make them suffer.
Almost as bad was the way that his Daphne would occasionally glance at the portrait hiding the emerald-eyed teen's room. The look in her eyes, that of longing and just a hint of lust, was enough to send the Nott heir into a fit of rage. 'She should be looking at me in that way, not him !'
But there was still hope, his father had made promises, and hints of change that would be coming at the end of the school year. Barely concealed hints of the return of a Dark Lord, a true Dark Lord, and that rewards for those most loyal would be given.
"Perhaps…" the Slytherin whispered to himself. "If my father cannot give me what I want, then the Dark Lord will…"
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For once Harry Potter wished for a Muggle invention, a camera just to take a picture of the expressions adorning the Slytherin common room as he walked Fleur to the doorway.
"You are sure you do not want an escort?"
"I would love one, but I am far later than I planned on being… by over seven hours… If you were to come with me now I would be even more distracted."
The younger teen nodded, before accepting the gentle kiss and watching her leave, then he turned back to categorizing the various faces.
Most were very jealous, both male and female; some looked exhausted, and a tad bit angry; and finally there were a few who looked up to him as if he were a God. Secretly those amused him the most.
"Something wrong?"
"My Lord…" Nott practically growled out, "not that we do not find your latest choice in women fitting but…"
"Could you have at least shagged her somewhere that wouldn't have made us horny as all hell!?" One of the older girls interrupted.
The Potter heir merely quirked his head to the side in confusion, "Odd, I just assumed you would have solved this problem with your boyfriend, as you did last time."
The Sixth year fell silent. Her eyes, along with that of her nearby boyfriend, falling downwards to avoid the glares and judgments. As Draco had once pointed out, once they declared Harry to be their Lord, as the couple had the previous year, then they were required to ask his permission before undertaking such activities. Harry, of course, wouldn't have cared if they did, but that wasn't the point to the rest of the room.
They had disrespected the rules and spat in the face of centuries old traditions.
"I will assume…" the Malfoy heir growled out, "that you will be apologizing today for your betrayals…"
The sixth-year girl, and her seventh-year boyfriend, quickly nodded to alleviate the searing glares.
"I have a question my Lord, why are you still wearing your outfit from last night?" Pansy inquired from nearby, breaking the tension and redirecting the focus back onto the boy-who-lived.
"Hm? Oh, my it seems I forgot, my mistake. I should have changed it back by now."
"Changed it back? That does remind me, you never told us where you got that material from. I overheard you telling Dumbledore you made it but…" The blonde Slytherin was interrupted as Harry tore off a piece of his midnight-black, star covered, cloak, watching as the material evaporated, before it regrew a moment later as it usually was.
"Sort of difficult to explain the fact I am wearing physical darkness… hm?"
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