"Merry Christmas Harry."
The boy smiled at the sight of Hedwig, clothed only in a rather large bow, laying on his bed. "Merry Christmas to you too. I have the strangest feeling I won't be able to top this one…"
Her amber eyes lit up in excitement, "Well originally Luna had insisted on a rather large orgy… but I managed to convince her to hold off on that, at least until later."
"Oh?"
"Mmmm, wouldn't want to leave Fleur out of the fun, now would we?"
The teen chuckled, before moving towards the bed.
...
Lavender Brown lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling, all the while going over the past day in her mind. There had been the dance, her stupid boyfriend being… well himself, and then Harry . She unconsciously bit her lip, rubbing her thighs together at the memories of the previous night.
After she had returned to the dance a furious guilt had formed in her gut. Sure, Ron was… well a huge prat, but she had still cheated on him, slept with another boy. Lavender's brain had froze in horror, Harry had been on a date with Fleur at the time, not only had she cheated on Ron but potentially convinced the boy-who-lived to cheat on his date as well. All of this led to her acceptance of the redhead's offer to find a broom closet and 'play' for a bit. She had even considered going all the way with her boyfriend, as a sort of messed up way to apologize, that is until they had begun kissing.
It felt… wrong . Not painful but just lackluster and dull, it was almost as if the boy had never kissed a girl in his life and was trying to be bad at it. After a few more minutes she had called it quits for the night, claiming that she was exhausted.
Instead of trying to sleep she had spent the past hour comparing her boyfriend to the boy she shouldn't be thinking about. 'Although…' she mused, 'there is that signup sheet in the Slytherin dorms I heard about…'
She giggled at the thought.
...
He would have let it go, would have ignored her pathetic attempts at ridicule and mockery so long as she kept her sights solely on him.
But she hadn't.
Veela sisters attempt to force their will on Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry's eyes scanned down the page, his face slowly twitching in displeasure as he took in the article. Apparently, Rita Skeeter had believed that not only was he too weak to resist the Allure, but also that Fleur and her sister were attempting to turn him into some sort of mindless slave for their sick desires.
He was… upset… and it was becoming rather clear based upon how most of his House had opted to vacate the Common Room and seek relative safety elsewhere. It was a foolish notion really, if he was truly upset with them there would be nowhere they could run or hide.
No one was beyond his reach, and this fact had been true for years.
"Dobby"
The Elf appeared instantly, head bowed in what it perceived as a respectful notion of servitude. "Yes, Master Harry Potter."
"I would like you to setup a meeting between myself and Miss Skeeter."
"Of course, Master when shall Dobby arrange this to be?"
The raven-haired boy gave a thoughtful hum. The sooner the better really, he was sure that the article would be reaching the two French Witches by noon which would undoubtedly cause quite a fuss and…
He paused, when had he begun caring about their feelings? Previously the only one whose emotions he even mildly considered was Hedwig… but that had changed, grown since beginning Hogwarts. Luna had been added onto that list, and then Ginny and Hermione, soon after Tonks had even managed to make her way there as well.
And Draco… and Neville…
Bloody hell, he wasn't even sleeping with them…
Dobby cringed backwards, whimpering at the apparent displeasure, and raw power, that was radiating from his Master. The slight noise refocused the teen's emotions. Apparently, he could add Dobby onto that growing list as well…
And his godfathers.
"This afternoon Dobby, if she refuses go to the owner of the paper."
"Dobby will do, thank you Master." the small creature blinked out of existence once more, leaving Harry to contemplate his newly found feelings .
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"We should have bought him more…"
Remus gave an exaggerated sigh, his best friend was still, apparently, hung up on the fact that they hadn't been able to figure out enough of what their godson wanted to fill a room completely full of presents.
"Padfoot it is fine . I doubt Harry would want half that stuff anyway."
"B-b-but… Quidditch…"
Moony rolled his eyes, "If you were a teenage boy would you rather have a bunch of flying gear that you will never use… or a week full of sex with multiple girls?"
The man had the audacity to think about it, earning a growl from the Werewolf.
"I'm kidding Moony relax, I just… I mean I missed out on a lot of birthdays… and holidays… and just… days."
"I know how you feel Padfoot, trust me I do. But we can't go back and change that, besides I think that Harry…"
A soft pop alerted the men to Dobby appearing in the room. "Master's godfathers."
"Dobby is everything okay?"
"Master Harry Potter would like to know how easily the Daily Prophet could be purchased."
Lupin blinked a few times in confusion, while Sirius himself took on a rather contemplative expression. "Well assuming the owner wants to sell we could own it by dinner at the latest. Doubt it would cost us even a percent of the Black Fortune… Oooo is that what he wants for Christmas? Cause we can make that shit happen!"
The House-Elf nodded, "Master Harry Potter is going to be…" the creature paused, almost as if uncomfortable for a moment, "speaking with them about their article… if that does not work he will want to buy."
"Wait… what article?" The scarred man inquired, causing the creature to hand over said paper before departing.
Grimmauld Place was filled with rather angry snarls and profanities for several hours afterwards.
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