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Chapter 461
Harry was just thankful that the final class for the day
was a double of Muggle Studies. He'd breeze through
that.
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After classes, Harry hurried back to the apartment,
again almost going into the wrong one, 'Apartment 9',
he was that distracted; and set about changing into
wizarding casual before pulling out his assignments.
The extra one, the one on the importance of paying
attention in the potions lab, he set aside for now. He
didn't need more reason to not pay attention than an
assignment on paying attention.
He'd only just made a start when his three girls
walked in together.
"Good afternoon, Harry," they each said, before
making their ways to their rooms to change.
'Aaaaand... there goes my concentration again,' he
mutter-sighed.
When Hermione came out a little while later, she
smiled at Harry and sat next to him, pulling out her
own assignments and homework. The other two
joined them less than a minute later.
The first thing Harry noticed about Fleur was that she
was wearing the pink choker.
"Fleur," he said. "Thank you for wearing it; but, when
we're in here and alone, you do not need to wear the
choker if you do not want to."
She looked at him in surprise. "'Arry, we really need
you to read the book my Maman provided on Veela. I
will not be removing the debt ribbon... for that is what
it is called... ever."
"Y-you have to wear it all the time?" he exclaimed, a
little horrified.
"Yes," she simply replied. "It is our way."
Scrunching his face up and closing his eyes in
frustration, he then gave a sigh and said, "Yes, I do
need to read that book."
The assignments proved to be a struggle and Harry
had nowhere near accomplished as much as his
usual. However, he thought it understandable,
considering.
Finally, as the time for dinner approached, he pushed
what he was working on further into the middle of the
coffee table in a neat and organised stack and sat
back with a sigh. "Can't seem to concentrate," he
muttered, staring down at the work before him.
He didn't see the three girls all smirk at one another
before Hermione said, "Then, set it aside."
"Well, I have to do something," he grumped.
"Go shower, get clean, put on some nice clothes, then
go up to the Room of Requirement," she instructed. "I
think you and I can have dinner together in there, if
you can think of a nice setting for it."
The way she said it was quite casual, but it made
Harry perk up.
He stared at her for a few moments, before a grin
slowly spread over his face. She wasn't looking back.
Then he shot to his feet and ran for his bedroom door.
"Okay!" he yelled back.
The three girls all waited until his bedroom door
slammed shut and a moment beyond before all three
burst into laughter.
"Eager, isn't 'e?" said Fleur.
Hermione turned serious and said, "Just... don't let on
you know what's going on, please."
"We won't, Hermione," said Daphne. "We understand."
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When Harry came out a little while later, he saw that all
three girls were missing. He 'snuck' over closer to
Hermione's door to see if they were all in there. He
could hear all three chatting, so returned to the sofas.
He didn't want to intrude on what they were talking
about. That would be rude.
When they came out about thirty minutes later,
Hermione was carrying a small shoulder bag. But, she
was also dressed quite well. Harry recognised it as a
dress he'd seen her try on in the past. It really did suit
her.
When he saw her, he only had eyes for her in that
moment. "I like your idea of having dinner in the
Room of Requirement. I've been wracking my brains
trying to come up with a good setting. I think I have
it."
She smiled back and said, "Shall we go then?"
When he appeared a little worried about the other two,
Daphne said, "Don't worry about it, Harry. You should
have an intimate dinner with your betrothed, every
now and then at least. Fleur and I will be joining the
Longbottoms and heading down to the Great Hall."
A little worried, he said, "Call for and send Dobby or
Betsy if there's any trouble, alright?"
Both other ladies nodded and smiled back. Fleur said,
"We'll be fine, 'Arry. Go enjoy your dinner and do not
worry about us. Besides, we'll 'ave Neville and the
others with us."
Instead of walking through the school, Harry called
Dobby to pop them to directly outside the Room of
Requirement.
Once there, Harry walked the requisite three times
before the section of wall where the doors would
appear. After his third pass, they were there.
Hermione frowned at it and said, "That looks familiar."
Harry just grinned and opened the double doors,
gesturing her within.
As soon as she stepped inside, Hermione stopped in
shock.
"Pottermore!" she exclaimed, looking about.
She whirled on him with a look of both pleased
surprise and a little awe. "Harry! It's perfect!"
He was mightily pleased he'd guessed right.
After he closed the door he said, "Dobby is putting up
an elvish disillusionment charm over the wall outside,
so no one can walk by, see it and come inside,
wondering what it was."
Her smiled widened into a full grin. "Even better!" she
said. "I was worried about just that happening."
"Let's go and have dinner, shall we?" he said,
gesturing towards the formal dining room. "By now,
Betsy should have also gone and gotten the other
Pottermore elves and they'll be hard at work on
cooking and preparing us a dinner fit for royalty."
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During their very well cooked and prepared meal, both
teens refused to visit the elephant in the room and
spoke about other matters. The closest they got was
wondering if Neville had been intimate with either of
his girls yet.
"I don't think so," he replied, when Hermione voiced it.
"The way they interact has not changed all that much
since within the first few days.
"Anyway, it's not something we should discuss. It's
something private between them. You'd not like it if
they were talking about us the same way, would you?"
She smiled back and said, "You're right; I wouldn't."
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However, she knew the 'Longbottom' girls did exactly
that. And that neither had yet slept with Neville.
Once dinner was finished and the bottle of nonalcoholic wine they were drinking was polished off,
Hermione moved to stand up and said, "See what you
can do to occupy yourself for about fifteen minutes.
Then I expect to see you up in the Lord's private
rooms."
Without waiting for a response, other than for Harry to
stand as she did like the gentleman he always tried to
be, she kissed him on the cheek and walked out.
What felt like to Harry about six and a half hours later,
but was really the demanded fifteen minutes exactly,
Harry nervously walked into the master bedroom.
He'd opened the door and taken one step within
before he froze on the spot.
Hermione was lying on the king-sized bed, with the
comforter pulled down and folded at the foot of it. She
was also wearing a very sheer translucent baby blue
nightgown. It hid nothing.
"Come in, Harry, and shut the door," she softly said.
"I've been waiting for you... and for this... for what has
felt like a very long time."
He kicked the door shut.
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Quite some time later they were lying on the bed, with
Harry flat on his back in the middle and with Hermione
laying on her side, against him. She had her head on
his chest and one leg curled up and resting on his
thighs. And was using one hand to play with the small
patch of chest hair upon his breastbone.
They were both naked and covered in a very light
sheen of drying sweat. The comforter had not yet
been pulled up.
"Wow!" he softly said in a voice filled with
amazement. "Just... wow!"
Hermione giggled. "If I was to say this was the
practical exam for a class, Lord Potter; I'd say you
earned an 'O plus'."
They both laid there for a little while longer before
Harry said, "If you wouldn't mind, Professor Granger;
I'd like to try for bonus points."
She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes with a
happy grin. "Really?"
He smirked back and rolled her off him onto her own
back as he rolled onto his side to face her. "Really," he
firmly said, moving in to kiss her again.
What noise they were making went unheard, as Betsy
and Dobby had erected silencing charms within ten
minutes of Harry entering the suite.
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Later still, Hermione was laying on her tummy on the
bed while Harry laid on his side facing her. He was on
the other side of her, this time.
She said, "Now that you've been so kind as to give me
your virginity―"
"And me, yours," he was quick to add.
She continued, "... you need to give consideration to
meeting Fleur's needs."
He sighed and said, "I don't know, Love. It still feels as
if this is not something she'd willingly want.
Therefore, it gives me the sense I would be, in effect,
raping her."
Hermione rolled to her side before sitting up and
sitting with one leg out flat and the other cocked
beneath her. Harry watched her move. Actually, he
watched her breasts move.
The time to do so gave her time to think.
"Look at me, Harry," she firmly said.
He finally lifted his eyes to look at her face, but to do
so he had to roll onto his back.
"Let's say... in the muggle world you were suffering
from an inflamed appendix. It was in imminent danger
of bursting. If it burst, you'd soon die."
He thought about it and nodded.
"So," she said. "You'd be rushed into hospital and
very quickly rushed into surgery. They would have to
cut you open and excise that appendix.
"Now, this is not something you would willingly do, or
even want, given the choice. So, would the surgeons,
considering you were cut open and a part of you was
removed, have committed grievous assault upon
you?"
"No," he frowned. "It would have been necessary to
save my life."
"Exactly," she firmly said. "For Fleur, this is somewhat
like that. However, magic is also making it so that this
is something she also wants and not just needs.
"As a surgeon, would you have refused to operate to
remove that appendix if you knew it was something
that patient did not want, even though they needed
it?"
He thought about it for a long moment before he
sighed and quietly said, "No."
"Would you, if you were the patient, hold him to blame
for it?"
"No," he quietly replied again.
"Then you need to think that Fleur currently has an
inflamed... magic... and you are the only surgeon,
wizard, who can save her life."
He again sighed and said, "I understand."
"Good," she said, before then moving and throwing
her leg over his waist.
As she moved to sit on his hips, she grinned down at
him and said, "Now, I need Doctor Potter's scalpel to
do some surgery of it's own, right now. Think you're
up to it?"
He grinned back, grabbed her gently by her breasts
and replied, "With enough incentive, I might be."
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Chapter 463
The next morning and well after breakfast, both Fleur
and Daphne were in the living room, clearly talking
and working on assignments at the time - or, rather,
Daphne was working on assignments with Fleur
providing advice and assistance; just as she'd been
doing for all three since she arrived - when Harry and
Hermione walked in the door wearing goofy grins.
Both other girls took one look at the two of them as
they walked in and burst into laughter.
"Your faces!" laughed Daphne.
Fleur managed to get her own sudden mirth under
control first, but was still grinning when she said, "Eef
you do not want people to know what you two 'ave
been up to, I strongly suggest you do not go out into
zee public areas of the castle for a while."
"We had Dobby pop us into the hallway outside,"
explained Hermione.
Harry added, "Yeah, we didn't want us suddenly
popping into here to startle you."
When Harry and Hermione turned to each other to see
what had made the two laugh so much, even they
could see what the problem was.
Hermione said, "Errr... Harry. You, at least, have an
expression of the 'well-shagged' on your face."
He gave a little snort of amusement and said, "As do
you, Hermione. I like seeing it, though. It means I
satisfied your needs."
"Satisfied!?" she scoffed. "Harry, I wasn't kidding
when I said you earned an 'O Plus'. And that was
before... you know." And blushed.
"Wait!" said Daphne, clearly having overheard them.
Her eyes were sparkling and she had that look of glee
on her face. "You say he earned an 'O Plus', but that
wasn't the end of it?"
"Errr... no," she blushed. "That was just... round one."
"Of how many?" asked Fleur, clearly happy for the
pair of them.
Harry cut in and demanded in an almost whining tone,
"Can we not discuss this as if it was a NEWT exam on
Harry's abilities, please?"
"Alright, 'Arry," said Fleur, more calmly. "We won't talk
about this in front of you."
"Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief. "Hang on...
wait. That means you're going to talk about it between
you, right?"
"'Girl talk', Harry," said Daphne. "Do you really want
us to answer that question?"
"Errr... no," he finally and firmly admitted. "Just... not
in front of me, or discussed about with me, alright?"
"Of course not, Harry," said Hermione. "It wouldn't be
'girl talk' if we did that."
With a sigh he said, "Well, I'm going to go get
changed so I'm not wearing the same clothes I was
wearing last night; just in case we were seen." And
immediately went over to and entered his bedroom.
"In other words," said Fleur. "'E said, 'I'm giving you
this excuse so I can run and 'ide in my room for a
while'."
"Now that he's out of the way for a few minutes," said
Daphne, leaning forward as Hermione made her way
to a seat on one of the sofas. "How was it?"
Hermione immediately grinned and her face took on a
slightly not-there and happy at the moment
expression. Then she sighed. "Much, much better
than I could have imagined."
Coming back to herself she said, "Fleur was right. Do
not take WP, first; but, do take Prima Nocte. Once he
knows you're alright from... entering... Harry holds
nothing back. Once I was both used to it and knew
what was going to happen, I lost count of the number
of... well, you know." And blushed again.
Fleur asked, "As you're his betrothed, Hermione; How
soon can I―?"
"We talked about that between... errr... sessions," she
replied. "He doesn't like the fact you're in distress.
And he knows you are.
"However, he still firmly believes this is not something
you truly want. So, I suggest you need to be a little
firm with him and... if you must, beg him to take you to
the room.
"You may need to impress upon him how much
distress you're currently in and, while you appreciate
he believes you're unwilling, you're really not. It may
also help if you tell him you're not a virgin and why.
That way, he doesn't believe he's taking something
precious from you."
Surprised, Fleur asked, "'E believes I'm a virgin?"
"Yes," she replied. "Let's face it, it's not a subject
you've brought up around him; only with us girls."
Fleur frowned slightly in concentration before she
said, "No. You're right. We 'aven't. But, I thought 'e
would know I couldn't be."
Hermione slowly shook her head and said, "As I said,
sexuality is not something with which Harry is
comfortable. He won't willingly discuss it. Such a
discussion needs to be forced on him, but not too
much. As I've mentioned before, he'll close off to you
if you try."
Before the conversation could go on further, Harry
came out, checked to ensure they weren't in the
middle of talking about him and came further out
rubbing his hands together. "Well," he said. "I've just
been told something rude by my mirror, which leads
me to believe going down to the Great Hall for lunch is
a bad idea. So, I think I'll be cooking us a lunch for
today. What say―"
That was far as he got before Dobby popped in and
quickly said, "Dobby already be cookings, Master
Harry. You be needings to relax." And popped away
before Harry could retort.
"Dammit!" he loudly exclaimed.
That had the three girls immediately burst into
laughter again.
Mock-frowning at the girls, he suddenly had a bright
idea and his faced broke into shocked happiness. "I
know! I'm going for a fly!"
"That's... actually a very good idea, Harry," said
Hermione. "It won't matter what people see on your
face, then. Everyone knows you love to fly."
With a grin and sparkling in his eyes, Harry ran back
into his room and, moments later, came out carrying
his Firebolt.
He quickly went over to the sofas, kissed Hermione on
the cheek, hesitated, then went over and kissed both
Daphne and Fleur on the cheek.
"Back soon!" he called, as he practically ran out the
room.
"Well!" laughed Daphne. "After what you two
apparently got up to last night―"
"And this morning... twice," grinned Hermione.
With a glance that showed she was impressed,
Daphne continued, "And he still has the energy to run
out of here to go for a fly?"
"We only stopped because I was worried I wouldn't be
able to walk if we didn't," admitted Hermione.
"Mes dieux," exclaimed Fleur. "That's it. Some way,
some 'ow, I'll be riding Harry's broom, myself, before
this weekend is ovair."
"That exercise we've been doing in the Room of
Requirement is really paying off," said Daphne.
"Oui!" said Fleur. She had bought her own exercise
clothes during that day of shopping in the Alley. And
had since been joining them.
However, for Fleur with her Veela heritage, it would
change very little of anything regarding her looks. It
should, though, improve her cardiovascular, making
her internally fitter.
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Harry was very quickly outside and into the air;
launching at a run off the bottom step of the main
doors of the castle and soaring into the sky.
He flew in a lazy pattern to once again familiarise
himself with his broom and its handling. However, it
was not long before he was careening all over the sky
performing feats of aerobatics that had those who
watched him gasp in amazement.
For Harry, he was simply flying. He zipped, he
swooped, he corkscrewed, he barrel-rolled. But, he
was just having some fun.
He considered his most recent night and morning to
be the greatest twelve-plus hours he'd ever lived. And
his flying reflected that. It was even knowing his past
twelve hours were only the beginning of the many,
many hours doing the same thing that lay ahead of
him that had him pulling off even more amazing
stunts.
Up in the Gryffindor tower, three girls - two Sixth
Years and a Fifth Year - were watching out a window in
the Sixth Year girls' dorm.
"Damn it!" said a frustrated Quidditch team captain.
"Why... the fuck... did we not do what we should have
done and protected him?" she seethed.
"I don't know, Ange," sighed Spinnet. "But you can't
say he wasn't right."
"No," grumped Johnson. "But, at least he was also
right about the Weasley girl. She's good; just not―"
"Just not 'Harry Potter' good," completed Bell, the
youngest of the three.
"Since he's flying," said Spinnet. "You don't think he'd
now be―"
"No," Johnson snapped, immediately cut her off.
"He's right. Besides, you heard what he said. He only
continued to play because he didn't want to be yelled
at by the House if he didn't; and he also thinks
catching the snitch gives him something to do while
flying. He hates Quidditch."
"We're just going to have to make sure the 'Weaslette'
is the best she can be," said Bell. "If she doesn't pass
muster, the House will turn on us next."
Johnson firmly said, "All of this is leading me to hate
Quidditch. The next time I see Wood, I'm going to hex
his bollocks off."
For the shortened Quidditch season, the games had
been scheduled six weeks apart on Sundays. They
were the 7th of February, the 21st of March, the 2nd of
May and the 13th of June. The first two games had
already been played, with the second played only the
previous weekend.
Ravenclaw played Hufflepuff in the first. Hufflepuff
had flogged Ravenclaw; which wasn't surprising,
seeing as members of the Ravenclaw team were
involved in what had happened to little Luna
Lovegood and Professor Sinistra had booted them off
in punishment. Slytherin then played Ravenclaw and,
though they'd rallied late in the game, Ravenclaw
again lost. However, the win by Slytherin was less
than the points worth for catching the snitch.
Gryffindor would play Slytherin in the next game on
the 2nd of May. It was well known the Slytherins would
be trying to stack points onto their narrow win to try
and win the Cup. And were also gloating about how
'Harry Potter' was no longer on the Gryffindor team.
Johnson was just grateful the two Gryffindor games
were the last two. It gave her and the rest of the team
as much time as possible to train their new seeker.
They'd be concentrating on keeping the girl clear of
the brutal play by the Slytherins. Even Malfoy, the
current Slytherin seeker, needed to be watched.
Spinnet, realising what had been bothering her for a
few weeks, said, "We need to get the Weaslette a
faster broom."
Johnson sighed and said, "You're going to make me
go and ask Harry to loan her one, aren't you?"
"Know anyone else who might be willing to loan her
one?" asked Spinnet.
Johnson sighed and said, "I do not even know if Harry
will loan her one. After Pig Weasley's behaviour..."
Spinnet said, "Oh; right."
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By the time Harry needed to consider cooking dinner -
and that evil, green-skinned mini spawn of Satan had
better not try to steal his 'cheffing' time - both wellshagged teens were more or less back to normal.
Harry thought, for that evening he'd try his hand at
another few French dishes. For starters, he prepared a
French fish bisque for soup. For mains, he prepared
Poulet à la Moutarde (chicken in caramelised Dijon
mustard) with Pommes Dauphinoise (potatoes done
Dauphin-style), steamed veggies, with dry gougères
(cheese puffs) as a sort of bread for soaking up juices.
And dessert was a simple French-style apple tart with
sweetened whipped cream.
With all eight again sitting for dinner in the Potter
apartment, the only noises were the occasional
sounds of appreciation, as folks were too busy eating.
When on the final dish, the dessert, Fleur said, "Sans
doute, 'Arry. Come this summair, you weel be cooking
for us at Delacour Manoir. I inseest! Papa and Maman
need to taste thees. It is... magnifique! You cook
French dishairs even bettair than our 'ouse elves!
Beesides anytheeng else, the idea of le gougères to
soak up the sauces is also a clevair one."
Harry, as usual, blushed at the praise. The others were
all starting to get used to his cooking, for which he
was actually grateful, so while they still praised him it
was not so overboard. Instead, they lightly chuckled
or snickered at Fleur's reaction. They all knew why,
having been the same themselves not too long ago.
"We all say those sort of things for the first couple of
times when Harry cooks," said Hermione. "My parents
didn't want him to leave when we moved back to the
castle in the beginning of January."
"Monica did," he said.
"That's only because she was worried about her
waistline," she returned. "You know she loves you."
"Eet ees vairy good!" said Fleur, between mouthfuls.
He didn't know if it was the food, that it was French, or
that Fleur was only focussed on eating and tasting,
but her accent was starting to slip again. He actually
liked that it had that effect on her.
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After dinner and the guests had left, the four sat on
the sofas. This time, however, Harry was braced by
Hermione and Fleur, with Hermione snuggling into his
side. He hadn't even realised he'd raised his arm to
drop around her until she pulled it in closer. Daphne
sat on the closest end of the sofa brought in that sat
perpendicular.
After they'd sat back in almost silence for a couple
minutes, Hermione softly said, "Harry?"
"Mmm?" he asked.
Just as quietly, she said, "Thank you for letting me be
your first. And thank you for being my first."
He frowned, just a tad, in confusion at that. "I have
this urge to say, 'You're welcome'. But, it also
sounds... tactless. Instead, I'll say, 'Thank you', right
back."
"You're right," she chuckled. "It would sound gauche."
"How do you feel, now?" he asked.
"Very good, actually," she replied. "A lot better than I
expected I'd feel, truth be told. Us girls were often told
these... tales... of what we could expect both during
and afterwards; especially for the first time. I do not
feel any of that."
"I'm glad," he said. "It would gut me to know you were
hurting and I was the cause of it."
She nodded, sighed and said, "Harry. I know we've
talked about this. But, now you need to help Fleur.
She's hurting because she needs to do what we did
and only you can make that hurt go away."
Harry groaned before he sighed and looked to
Daphne. "Daphne―"
Daphne smiled and said, "I'm not ready, Harry. I do not
think I'm going to be ready for quite some time. I
already know that is going to be beyond the time you
need to help Fleur."
Harry thought about what to do and was actually
mimicking Hermione's thinking habit of nibbling on
his bottom lip.
Looking back to Daphne he said, "I don't ever want
you think you have to do... that... with me. You don't.
Ever. Understand?"
"I do," she smiled. "And, yes, I know."
Fleur leaned in and said, "I know what you're thinking,
'Arry. But, please believe me when I tell you, I do not. I
really do want this."
Hermione sat back up and looked at her betrothed in
the eyes. "Harry. She needs this. She is in pain
because you are having trouble accepting it. Whether
you accept it or not is not relevant. Only you can help
her."
"You're sure?" he asked her.
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"Very," she smiled. "Never fear; I have no problem
with this, Harry."
When he still appeared hesitant, she said, "Harry; you
have my permission, without judgement, to have
sexual intercourse with Fleur. Does that make you feel
better?"
"I..." he began. He turned to Fleur and could see the
hope and, yes, even the pain in her eyes. "The urge is
getting bad, isn't it?"
She just nodded back, not breaking eye contact with
him
"Alright," he sighed. And could see all three girls also
seemed relieved. "When?"
"The sooner the better," she said. "Please."
"Alright," he said, a little firmer this time. "Do you...
want to go up to the Room of Requirement?"
"Non," she replied. "I would like you to go into your
room, 'ere. And I will join you in about thirty minutes."
"Here?" he asked. "Won't you be... embarrassed
Hermione and Daphne will be so close?"
She smiled and said, "'Arry, I am Veela. We are sexual
beings. Sex is not something we are either
embarrassed or ashamed about.
"'Owever, if it would make you feel better and less
embarrassed―"
"No," he quickly replied. "I'm alright. But, someone's
going to need to put up a silencing ward."
She smiled and said, "If you think you are going to
need it."
"Not me," he declared, a little proudly. "But, from
Hermione's reactions last night and this morning, you
might find you might want them."
As she laughed and Daphne grinned, but blushed a
little, Hermione whacked him on the arm. "Don't say
that," she giggled.
It was that giggle that told him Hermione really was
alright with this.
"Alright," he said. "I'll go wait in my room."
Just before he rose, he kissed Hermione on the cheek.
Then, without a backward glance, walked into his
room and shut the door.
As soon as the door closed, Hermione said, "Oh,
Gods; this is hard."
A very much relieved Fleur leaned across the gap left
by Harry leaving, ran her hand down the cheek of
Hermione, and said, "Thank you for being so
understanding."
Hermione nodded back, but still looked down.
"Come," said Fleur. "I need to get ready. And it would
'elp if you assisted me." Then she turned to Daphne
and said, "You, too, if you would not mind."
"Is this like the ceremony we did the other day?"
asked Hermione.
"Somewhat," said Fleur. "It's more of a bonding
exercise for us three girls in preparation for what is to
come. Though I tried to make light of it for 'Arry's
sake, this is still a... big thing... for a woman; no?"
As Fleur rose, so too did Hermione and Daphne. They
headed for and entered Fleur's room.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
Rather than thirty minutes, it was only not long after
twenty minutes before there was a knock on Harry's
door.
Giving his throat a little clear, he called, "Come in."
Rather than stripping off and laying on the bed,
waiting. Harry had brushed his teeth and cleaned
himself up a little, but that was about it.
For the rest of the time, he was walking around his
room, almost pacing, out of nervousness.
When the door opened and Fleur walked in, he could
see was again wearing the chiton. But, this time she
was barefoot. That her neck was bare also showed the
choker; with the metal Potter crest pendant glinting in
the candle light.
Taking a closer look, he could see her hair had also
been let down and had been well brushed, so it
shined. However, she wore no make-up and no other
jewellery other than the choker. Actually, it was clear,
yet again due to the wispiness of the translucent
fabric, all she was wearing was the chiton and the
ribbon.
As she smiled and closed the door, she said, "I would
'ave thought you'd 'ave already been undressed."
"No," he said. "Because, I first wanted to give you the
option of backing out."
Her smile widened a little and she asked, "Why would
I do that? I want this."
"That's the magical imperative―" he began.
"Not true," she firmly cut in. "Daphne is correct in that
you are both a very attractive and very powerful
young man. My Veela 'eritage, not the part about the
life debt, urges me to mate with you."
"You're quarter Veela―" he tried.
"Non, 'Arry," she said. "There is no such thing as
anything but a full Veela. I used the excuse of a
quarter Veela to protect myself from unwanted
advances.
"Think about it," she suggested. "There are no male
Veela. So, where do full Veela come from?"
He gave another frown of annoyance and said, "I
really do need to read that book. If I'd known there
were no male Veela, I'd have figured out you couldn't
be a quarter Veela pretty quick."
As they talked, Fleur had moved over to the bed and
was pulling the comforter down and over the footboard. She left just enough upon the foot of the bed
so one or the other of them could reach down and pull
it back up later.
Once she'd done that she walked over to Harry and
asked, "May I undress you? Please, let me. It helps me
show... sub-ser-vience."
"It's important?" he asked.
"Yes," she simply replied.
"Very well," he replied right back.
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Taking her time, Fleur disrobed Harry. At each step
she was careful to properly fold his clothing and lay it
down before moving to the next item.
Once she was done, with even his underpants joining
the folded pile, she stepped two paces back and,
smiling and looking him in the eye, undid the pin he
hadn't seen that pinned her chiton at the shoulder;
and let the lot drop to the floor in a puddle at her feet.
Then she just stood there, not a stitch on but the
choker, smiling at him. She didn't try and cover
herself. She didn't try to cross one knee in front of the
other to hide her sex. She even lowered her hands and
held them slightly away from her body.
The one thing Harry knew, just from looking at her,
she had to be one of the most visually beautiful
women he'd ever seen. Everything was perfect for her.
Everything was in the right, even perfect, proportions
for her overall size.
After giving him a long few moments to stare, she
gave a slow pirouette all the way around. Then took a
step back, picked up her chiton, and draped it over the
door of his armoire.
Finally, she walked back to him, took him by the hand
and walked him to the bed, before then gently pushing
him onto it.
The only uncomfortableness Harry was feeling, was in
his groin. He hadn't even noticed how happy little
Harry had gotten until he tried to walk. Then the
feeling of gravity and the swinging of weight was
annoyingly, if momentarily, distracting.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
Harry did not know what to expect from sleeping with
Fleur. He did not know if her life debt required he
'take' her a certain way, or if it was satisfied with
'simple missionary', or he had to dominate her, or
something else. And Fleur voiced no requirement.
Instead, he made love to her. First, orally; both ways;
then with simple sex. That then led to a few other
positions. By the end of the night, he knew he'd made
it good for her at least four times, possibly five, and
for himself twice. However, he also knew he had to
learn French.
Fleur might not have felt they needed silencing
charms for her benefit, but he was glad he'd called
Dobby to erect them for the night before she turned
up. When she got going, Fleur had a habit of babbling
in French. He had to keep telling her to speak English
so he could understand her.
He did manage to pick up a few of the words she was
using and knew he'd never find them in a FrenchEnglish dictionary, though.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
When Harry woke the next morning, Fleur was gone.
A quick Tempus showed it was still early, but they'd be
in time for breakfast if he hurried.
However, breakfast was not what he had on his mind.
Quickly and thoroughly showering to rid himself of
the scent of Fleur, he dressed in fresh clothes and
readied for the day, a Sunday.
When he came out of his room he could see that none
of the three girls were up. Or, if they were, they
weren't in the living room. A quick check also showed
they weren't in the dining room, the kitchen or the
office, either.
He then went to Hermione's door and softly knocked
on it.
He heard, "Come in," opened the door and stuck his
head in.
Hermione was lying in bed, but clearly awake.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
She nodded back.
Quietly, he stepped within, closed the door and turned
to her.
As he looked at her, wondering what to say or do, she
flicked back the covers on the side closest to him and
gestured him over.
Walking to the side of the bed, he then kicked his
loafers off, donned only minutes earlier, sat on the
side of the bed and laid down next to her before
rolling to face her.
Faces only inches apart he stared into her eyes and
softly said, "I love you."
From her slightly worried expression, her face relaxed
and bloomed into a wide smile. "I love you, too."
Then they met in the middle and kissed, deeply and
passionately.
When they pulled apart he asked, "Are you alright?"
"I am now," she softly replied.
Knowing why she worded it that way, he said,
"Hermione Jean Granger. Know this and know this
well. No matter what life may put before us, no matter
what challenges come our way, I will always be truly,
madly and deeply in love with you."
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With her eyes suddenly welling with tears, she let out
a quiet sob before she dived at him and started to
snog him senseless.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
When they came out of her room about an hour later,
only Daphne was in the living room. She appeared to
be working on assignments.
She gave them a curious look before she glanced at
Harry's door and back. "But, I thought―"
"I met Fleur's needs last night," said Harry. "I needed
to reaffirm my love for Hermione this morning."
"Ah!" she quietly said.
"I take it Fleur has not risen yet, this morning?" he
asked.
Daphne shook her head and replied, "Not yet. I was
expecting you and her to come out of your door,
together."
"No," he replied. "I believe she returned to her own
room to sleep."
"Well, you've missed breakfast in the Great Hall," she
said. "Shall I ask Dobby to cook―"
With a silent flash of elf apparation, Dobby popped in
and said, "Dobby already be makings brekky. It be
ready in ten minutes." And just as silently popped
away again.
"He's getting better at that," said Hermione.
When Dobby announced breakfast was ready, Daphne
walked over to Fleur's door, knocked and stuck her
head inside. A moment later, she pulled her head out
and said to Harry and Hermione, "She'll be ready in
about ten minutes." Then she stepped fully within and
closed the door behind her.
"She must've woken her," said Hermione, as she and
Harry headed for the dining room.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
When Fleur joined them about twenty five minutes
later, she walked in as if she was floating on clouds.
She looked... serene.
Hermione snickered and said, "If I looked like that
yesterday morning, it's no wonder you and Daphne
said I had that well-shagged look."
Fleur ignored the comment and gracefully sat down.
She readied her plate and napkin in her lap. Then,
while still looking at the table before her, she quietly
but firmly said, "You, Miss Hermione Granger, are one
very... very... lucky young witch."
Hermione blushed, but continued to look to Fleur. "I
know," she quietly said back.
When Fleur finally looked back, she firmly said, "No
one, but us three girls in 'ere, are to ever know just
'ow good 'Arry is in bed. If the Veela enclaves ever
learn 'ow good 'e is, they will try to kidnap 'im for
themselves."
That comment surprised Hermione. Harry was just
blushing at the praise.
"I know he made my first time a very wonderful time...
and my second... and my third... and, well, you know
what I mean," she said. "But, is he really that good?"
"Hey!" Harry indignantly exclaimed.
Staring intently at Fleur, Hermione ignored him.
Fleur only flicked her eyes to him for a bare fraction of
a second before she turned to look back at Hermione.
"Simply put? Yes."
The conviction in the young Veela's voice left no
doubt she believed it.
As Fleur built her breakfast, Daphne walked in and sat
at the table. But she only took a cup of tea.
"I ate earlier," she said, by way of explanation.
"Besides, it's pretty much time for morning tea,
anyway."
Fleur was deep in thought for a long moment before
she said, "Part of a young Veela's transition into
adulthood includes what is known as Le Rituel de la
Demoiselle, The Young Lady's Ritual. It is their first
time to 'ave sex; full sex.
"As Daphne and 'Ermione already know, that time for
me was about two years ago; days after my sixteenth
birthday.
"For this time, the Veela enclaves 'ave young trained
wizards, who are paid very 'andsomely, to make a
young Veela's first time as pleasant as possible. Their
task is to 'elp the young Veela reach le petit mort,
orgasm, at least once; more is better. This is to unlock
the full powers of a Veela.
"Mine was successful, as they should be, in that I
reached le petit mort. I thought it was wonderful.
"'Owevair," she paused. "Last night... what I felt made
what I felt that first night feel as if it was a... pale
imitation.
"Mes dieux!" she softly exclaimed. "Not even moi
maman must evair learn of zis!"
Daphne had stopped what she was doing. She held
her teacup partway to her mouth and was staring at
Fleur in shock. Hermione was focused on the other
girl, quite intently; while Harry couldn't make up his
mind whether he was embarrassed out of his gourd or
feeling excessively proud.
Fleur then set down her cutlery and flipped her hand
out and palm up. A bare moment later there appeared
a ball of purplish-blue fire, about six inches in size,
burning just off her hand as if cupped by it. "Passion
fire," she explained. "It is a power of the Veela. After
Le Rituel, we can call it at will and use it to defend
ourselves or attack others. Until last night I could
create a ball of passion fire about two inches in
diameter. That was it. Not now, though.
Closing her hand into a fist and extinguishing the fire
at the same time, she then lowered her hand back to
her cutlery. And turned to Harry.
"Thank you, 'Arry," she firmly said. "I do not know
what it means for my spell casting, but I believe I shall
see just as much of an improvement there.
"And," she said. "Though it... Even though I wish I
could state otherwise, I do not believe we will 'ave to
repeat last night for quite some time to come. The life
debt was well and truly... sated for the time being.
Again, thank you."
When it was obvious she was finished explaining, as
she picked her cutlery back up and began eating,
Hermione whispered, "Wow!"
That broke Daphne out of her shock and, instead of
finishing raising the cup to her lips and taking a sip,
she carefully set it back down on her saucer. "Yeah.
Wow!" she quietly said.
Harry was madly blushing away and trying to use
willpower alone to squash it down.
He never noticed both Hermione and Daphne turn
calculating eyes on him, as he really didn't want to
look at anyone, just then, but his plate.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
The 'Potters' finally put in an appearance out of their
apartment just before lunch and joined the
Longbottoms in the trek down to the Great Hall.
"Trouble in paradise?" asked Neville, quietly.
Harry knew he asked out of concern and not because
he was being nosy. "No," he smiled. "Part of it was
helping Fleur. You know what that means, don't you?"
Neville blushed, but nodded. "She's alright now,
though; right?"
"Yes," he replied. "And, hopefully, for a while to
come."
During lunch Harry was passed a note from Alicia
Spinnet requesting a meeting with him, her and
Angelina Johnson in the same antechamber they met
last time.
Harry frowned and thought about it before he abruptly
said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Rising and, as he headed out the door and over to the
antechamber, he gave a nod to the three chasers as
he walked past their part of the Gryffindor table.
Entering the room, he only had to wait a minute before
Spinnet and Johnson entered, together.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"We know you have no desire to rejoin the Lions,"
said Spinnet. "We're not asking you to."
Calming a bit he asked, "Then, what?"
"We took on the Weas... Ginny Weasley as our seeker,
as you suggested," she explained. "And, she's as
good as you alluded. However, she doesn't have a
decent broom to do the role justice."
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He nodded and said, "You want me to buy her one?"
"No, replied Johnson. "We were hoping you'd be
willing to loan her one of yours."
He gave a snort of amusement and said, "I only have
one. That's my Firebolt. And I won't loan that to her."
When he saw their shoulders slump in defeat, he said,
"However, I will loan her one; but, on the proviso she
never learns I'm the one who loaned it to her. For that
to happen only us three will even know about it. I do
not want her to believe she owes me anything. Deal?"
Both stood up straighter, but clearly relieved. As
Spinnet nodded, Johnson firmly said, "Deal!"
He gave a firm nod back and said, "I'll organise for
one to be passed to either of you two. Then,
whichever of you receives it, will then loan it to
Weasley. After the last game you will collect it back off
her and return it to... Neville Longbottom. Again,
deal?"
"Deal," chorused the girls.
Harry gave a nod back and strode from the room, back
to the Great Hall.
He even wrote a note for Sirius, asking Sirius to go
and buy him a decent broom, just not a Firebolt. And
told him why. Sirius was then tasked with organising
for it, in confidence, to get into the hands of either
Angelina Johnson or Alicia Spinnet.
The discussion swirling around them that afternoon
was not that Harry and the rest had again put in an
appearance after not being seen since the end of
classes on the Friday, but dealt with Fleur's choker.
Clearly, a few knew what it meant and were even now
spreading the word. It was the symbol of a bonded
Veela. And the Potter crest on the pendant - medallion
- meant she was a Veela bonded to someone in the
House of Potter. That the crest was in gold meant it
was to the head of the House.
Harry hadn't learnt this, himself, until just a few days
ago.
While he would normally abhor school gossip,
especially when it dealt with him, this time he didn't
even try to put a stop to it. Through the gossip, he
hoped that those who might try to make a play for
Fleur would realise, ahead of time, what a major error
of judgement that would be. And he'd not have to
personally deal with them.
Paying some attention to what was going on around
them, Harry leaned into Fleur and softly said, "I now
understand the purpose of the choker. Sorry for
doubting you over that."
She just smiled back.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
Other matters occurring in the castle recently related
to both Ginevra Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Both
still met with the mind-healer in the offices next to the
offices of their respective Heads of House.
Ginny had now reached the point she had come to
terms with what had happened her First Year at
Hogwarts; and how she was only to blame by not
going to her father, or one of the Professors, with the
diary. However, it was also made clear to her she just
might have been under a compulsion not to do so;
and that it was too late to check.
Her other matter, her infatuation with Harrison 'Harry'
Potter, was also now a resolved issue. For that one,
her mother was at fault. The woman had filled her
daughter's head with all these fanciful tales about
Harry Potter. Tales that were definitely not true.
Therefore, the Harry Potter she was infatuated with
simply did not exist.
And, while Harrison Potter - the somewhat real one -
had saved her from the Chamber of Secrets, that did
not mean he was the same as the Harry Potter in
those books and stories her mother would read or
relate to her. He would have done that for whomever
had been taken into the Chamber. She knew that now,
too.
As such, Ginny Weasley was quickly reaching the
point she would no longer need to see the mind-healer
anywhere near as often as she did. Instead, at the next
meeting the mind-healer would be informing her that
their sessions were being cut back from the current
once every two weeks, back to once every two
months.
Luna Lovegood was still a bit of a work-in-progress,
though. The girl flatly refused to recant her views
concerning creatures only she, apparently, could see.
However, the meek and submissiveness that was a
major part of her personality was definitely something
of the past.
The mind-healer had thought that, once Luna was
cured of her submissiveness, she might have also
dropped her invisible creatures. However, nothing
could have been further from the truth. Instead of
only, almost flippantly, mentioning her creatures, Luna
was now more outspoken about them.
Another issue dealt with Malfoy. He had only just
returned from his own excursion outside of the castle
on 'family business'.
With little prior warning, he was given only one day's
notice his mother would be attending the school to
collect him and take him home for the weekend. She
arrived in the Headmistress's office on the Friday
afternoon an hour after last class and they flooed
directly to Malfoy Manor.
As soon as he was home his mother took him straight
through to his father's study, leaving him at the door
as she walked off.
During the meeting with his father he learned that
both the Dark Lord had returned, though in reduced
form, and he was given a most special assignment to
complete. He was told that, if he successfully
completed it as his father expected him to, it would
see him jump directly into the Dark Lord's circle of
closest confidants.
The task was then explained to him. From then and for
the rest of the weekend he was shown how to cast a
specific charm and led through how to modify one
already cast. The entire weekend was spent on that
one charm.
By the time he returned to the castle on the Sunday
afternoon, he thought he could cast it and modify it in
his sleep.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
As March moved into the beginnings of April, the
season of Spring fully upon them, the change in the
physical relationship between Harry and Hermione
and Harry and Fleur, did not become an
uncomfortable one for her, as Daphne suspected it
might.
She believed she might have come to feel like an
'outsider', being the only witch in the apartment not
having slept with Harry. But, that did not prove to be
the case.
If not for knowing both Hermione and Fleur had slept
with Harry, the lack of change in the relationships
between the four of them would have meant she'd not
have suspected a thing.
However, Fleur's obvious increase in magical power,
now that she knew the cause of it, was the only sign.
Harry was just as comfortable with the 'innocent'
cuddling of her as he was with Hermione. Even Fleur
was now a recipient of that sort of interaction and to
the same amount.
There were also no knowing looks or glances between
'them' who had done it, which would have
exacerbated the problem. Nor did Harry suddenly
become demanding of sex from Hermione, or Fleur,
which she knew other boys would have more likely
done.
Once they were into the second half of April, and there
was still no change other than the four becoming
more comfortable around each other, Daphne came to
realise that it wasn't the worry Harry would be more
demanding of sex from Hermione and or Fleur, it was
her worry he'd become demanding of sex from her;
especially if they'd already had their first night
together.
It was during the third week of April, on the
Wednesday, she pulled the other girls aside for a 'girls
talk' in her room. Again, Harry didn't even bat an eye
over it. He just continued to work on one of his
assignments.
As soon as they entered and Daphne had closed the
door, Fleur smiled at her and said, "You've reached a
decision."
Daphne gave a little embarrassed smile and looked to
Hermione. "I have."
Hermione smiled back and asked, "When?"
"The decision?" she asked.
"No," replied Hermione. "When do you want to... do
it?"
Daphne, clearly a little worried, asked, "Does Friday
night sound alright to you? Now that I've..." And
petered off.
"Now that you've made the decision," said Fleur. "You
want to get your first night out of the way. That way,
you won't worry at the decision for so long you'll
change your mind again."
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Daphne looked to her and nodded.
"Well," sighed Hermione. "Friday night gives you
almost forty eight hours to change your mind. So, if
you're going to, you've got time to do so."
Worried, Daphne asked her, "You're still alright with
this?"
"Yes," she replied. "At first, I was worried that I'd lose
Harry's love. But, after his night with Fleur, I knew that
wasn't the case - wouldn't be the case."
"'Ave no doubt of his love for you, 'Ermione," said
Fleur. "It shines true. If anything, it 'as deepened since
that weekend two and a 'alf weeks ago."
Happy and not a little more relieved, Hermione turned
a smile on Fleur and softly said, "Thank you."
Fleur nodded back with her own smile before she
looked back to Daphne. "When do you want to ask
'im?"
"Ummm..." stuttered the blonde.
"Now, tonight, would be the best idea," said
Hermione. "Give him time to... internalise it. Give him
a chance to accept."
Daphne nodded back, but worried about how she'd
approach Harry with it.
In the end, she needn't have worried.
When the girls returned to the living room, Daphne sat
on Harry's right and leaned into him.
She stayed like that a little while before she softly
said, "Harry?"
"Mmm?" he asked.
"I'm ready."
He froze for a moment before he softly asked,
"Ready... for what?"
At first, surprised at how thick he was being, she
realised she shouldn't be. She pulled away a little and
looked him in the eyes. "I'm ready for us to have our
first night together."
A little confused he said, "Daphne, you've been here
for a few months, now―"
A little frustrated, she said, "Harry. I mean I have not
just made my decision to actually have a child or two
with you, I have now made my decision as to when the
first night we shall make love should be.
"I'm asking you to give full consideration to taking me
up to the Room of Requirement on Friday night."
'When it came to sex, Harry might be a little thick,' she
thought, "But he certainly wasn't that thick.'
"You... want me to make love to you on Friday night?"
he asked.
'Alright. Maybe he was.'
"Yes, Harry," she replied. "I'd like you to join me in the
Room of Requirement on Friday night and make love
to me. Actually, I'm asking you to make love to me on
Friday night. Would you? Please?"
"Errr... You know what it means... regarding the
agreement... if we do, don't you?" he asked.
"I do," she firmly replied. "But, as I've told you before,
I really cannot see there ever being anyone else I'd
rather at least my first time to be with, than you.
"Actually, I cannot see there ever being anyone I'd
rather be with, than you."
"Oh... alright," he replied. "If it's something you really
want―"
She smiled in happiness at him before leaning in and
kissing him. "Thank you, Harry."
Then she snuggled back in again.
When he looked over at Hermione and gave her a
questioning look, she smiled and just nodded back.
Feeling better about it, he returned to his study.
_‗_
―==(oIo)==―
ˇ
Harry was nowhere near as nervous during the two
days run-up to the Friday night, as he was about his
and Hermione's first and, so far, only time. So, Harry
was able to better concentrate on his school work.
On Friday, he made sure Fleur and Hermione knew to
immediately send Dobby or Betsy if there was a
problem and both just grinned back.
"Harry," said Hermione. "We know. We'll be fine. And
the other Heirs will be with us all the time we're out of
the apartment, anyway. Don't worry about us."
Once back in the apartment, Harry went and dropped
off his satchel and headed for the shower. Just like
with Hermione and Fleur, he didn't want to be 'smelly'
for Daphne. She deserved his best efforts and she'd
get it.
When he was ready, he noticed the others were all
gone again and knew they were probably having a 'girl
talk' session in Daphne's room, this time; so just
waited.
When they came out, Hermione came over first and
gave him a gentle snog before pulling back. However,
she also paused to whisper in his ear, "Make it good
for her, like you did for me."
He gave her a serious nod back.
Surprising him, Fleur came over and kissed him
French-style on both cheeks before pulling back. The
mischievous minx's eyes were sparkling and she
grinning at him.
When he turned to Daphne, he thought he saw
reluctance in her expression or posture.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to,
Daphne," he firmly said. "If, at any time, you want to
stop... we will."
That seemed to release the tension she was feeling.
And she smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry. It's very
nice to know that. However, I'm sure; this is what I
want."
Stepping closer, he wrapped her in a hug and called,
"Dobby!"
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With a flash of white light the two teens, Harry and
Daphne, appeared on the seventh floor corridor
directly opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
Daphne pulled away and said, "May I choose the
location?"
"This is all about you, Daphne," he replied. "You can
have whatever you want."
Again she smiled at him as he moved out of the way
to let her pace.
When the door appeared, she gave a little squeal of
excitement. Ever the gentleman, Harry beat her to the
door, opened it and ushered her inside.
As he stepped in it was to find himself in the front
foyer of what appeared to be a large manor home. He
immediately recognised it as the Greengrass manor.
"This is just like Green Fields," she happily sighed.
"At least, this is the manor without all the portraits,
house elves and the like.
"Hermione told me how you called up a replica of
Pottermore for her first time and I thought that was a
nice idea. I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all," he replied, closing the door and walking
further in. "As I said, tonight is all about you."
After a dinner prepared by Dobby and Betsy, who had
both again thrown up a notice-me-not field over the
'front' door, Daphne gave him a tour of the place.
As the tour came to an end, she was clearly nervous.
Harry wrapped her in his arms and said, "You'll get no
pressure from me, Daphne. Whenever you want to end
this, just say so."
"No," she firmly replied. "I want this. " That seemed to
be enough to settle her again as she led him deeper
into the manor and back to 'her' room.
Walking in she paused a moment and asked, "Can
you... get the bed ready, while I freshen up?"
"Of course," he nodded.
Daphne went into what was clearly a copy of her
personal ensuite and, just before she closed the door,
turned back and nervously asked, "Can you... be in
bed and ready for me for when I come out?"
"As my lady commands," he gently said, with a small
bow.
She smiled back and closed the door.
When she came out only ten minutes later, Harry was
reclined on the bed with only a single sheet on. The
rest of the bedding was folded at the foot of the bed.
The sheet would have been there, too, if he didn't
think seeing his naked body as soon as she stepped
out of the ensuite might have panicked her.
However, while Daphne wasn't naked, she was
dressed somewhat similar to how Fleur had dressed
for that... ceremony and her first time with him. As she
moved closer, he could see that her outfit was quite
similar to what Fleur's was, even to it being a chiton;
except Daphne's was a silvery green. There was also
no choker, but she was just as naked underneath.
As for her pubic hair, it was much darker than the hair
on her head; closer to the colour of her eyelashes.
And was just as visible through the material as Fleur's
was through her own chiton.
By the time he'd figured all that out, she was standing
next to the bed on the other side to him, clearly
unsure what to do next.
Harry reached across and flicked back the sheet on
'her' side. However, she was very hesitant to move.
"No pressure, Daphne," he quietly said. "What do you
want to do?"
Again, him telling her she was in control seemed to
get her moving. Her hand opposite her covered
shoulder moved up to that shoulder before she
dropped it again. Then she gave a slow twirl before
turning back to him. "You like?" she quietly asked.
"You look lovely," he smiled.
That had her smile back and again reach to her
shoulder. However, instead of undoing a hidden clasp,
she just brushed the material off. That caused the
whole lot to fall to the floor.
She then immediately almost jumped into the bed,
before hurriedly pulling the sheet up and lying on her
side, facing him. She was clearly very, very nervous.
Harry flipped to his side to face her and used his
upper hand to carefully reach over and gently brush
her hair away from her face.
"Absolutely gorgeous," he murmured.
That earned him a smile.
"Come here," he said, reaching out and urging her
closer.
Gently, he coaxed her to relax through gentle
snogging. That led to more vigorous snogging, which
led even to more.
A while later, she had adopted a similar relaxed state
to Hermione after her first time, except mirror imaged.
With Harry lying flat on his back, she laid on her side
and against his side. Her upper hand was on his chest
over his heart and her upper leg was curled up over
his thighs.
As for the sheet, it was off them; half on the floor and
half over the foot of the bed.
Harry was just managing to get his breathing back
under control, but Daphne was almost purring as the
arm he had under her and behind was lightly trailing
up and down her lower spine.
"Oh, Gods," she muttered, for about the dozenth time
in the last twenty minutes.
"Want to try something else?" he asked.
"I don't want to move," she replied.
"Then let me worry about what happens next," he
returned.
Gently he pressed her away from his chest and back
onto her back. That gave him time to prop himself up
on an elbow before his head dipped to her chest.
He gave her a quick grin before he dropped his face to
her chest and...
"Harry!" she exclaimed. "They're for... oohhhh Merlin!"
A minute later, as Daphne lay writhing and moaning
with what he'd been doing with her breasts, he went
lower.
"Wha-what are you... Ohhhhh... OooHHHHH...
AhhhHHH-FUCK!" she screamed out the last. She was
practically thrashing about on the bed.
Apparently, Parseltongue was useful for more than
just talking to snakes.