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68.18% HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy / Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Fleur!

Chapitre 30: Chapter 30: Fleur!

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It made perfect sense for her to avoid her husband.

After all, it might be a bit complicated to explain why she was wearing a semi-transparent dress with no underwear, complete with mussed up hair and hickeys trailing her neck.

I managed to slip inside before she could close the door. I knew I was playing it excessively safe by being present, as William Weasley should be completely impotent for a few weeks due to careful regimens of potions he was fed while he was in jail.

I didn't want to take any risk. Tonight was a critical part of my plan, and I wanted to be present in case an unexpected variable risked derailing my master plan.

Soon, we were at Fleur's bedroom, and I watched her change in a hurry, only stopping to cast a few healing charms to remove the hickeys from her neck, reducing herself from a supercharged sex angel to a boring housewife.

It was painful to watch her pulling back into her shell after watching her awakened, in all of her glory.

Still, it was the last slump before the climax, I consoled myself as I followed her downstairs.

However, when Fleur silently sneaked out of the back door, planning to enter from the front door once again to act like she just arrived, I chose to move directly to the living room.

William Weasley was sitting on the couch, a noticeably large pile of empty beer bottles next to him.

I smirked. It made sense for him to recharge through drinking, considering prison time was never enjoyable even with all improvements.

But that still hadn't changed the fact that Fleur was going to react to it negatively. She wouldn't say anything but she would avoid his close touch because she hated the smell of beer.

Even I knew that, and I met with Fleur less than ten days ago, with sporadic, albeit intensive, meetings after that.

My observation proved correct when Fleur stepped into the living room, walking towards her husband, but with her nose tweaked in annoyance.

"Bill, you're back," she said, trying to sound happy, but I could easily hear the undertone of disgust in her tone.

Still, she persevered and walked to her husband, leaning forward for a kiss, only to switch to a peck to his cheek at the last second.

William looked less than satisfied with the lukewarm welcome by his wife, but that was nothing against Fleur's expression against his next words.

"My mom is about to be here in a minute," he declared casually. I decided that I liked William very much. I couldn't come up with a better way to push Fleur away from him even if I tried.

The hostility between his mother and his wife was legendary, evidenced by the spark of anger that passed through Fleur's face even with the slightest reference to her mother in law.

Normally, I was planning to leave after making sure nothing would happen, but Molly Weasley's appearance changed things.

I decided to watch the spectacle which promised to be extremely amusing.

For the next four hours, I owed my life to the inventor of the silencing charm, as I would have probably cracked a vein if I tried to hold my amused cackling.

It was so ridiculous, watching William enjoying the pampering of her mother like he was still a child, playing passive whenever his mother carelessly insulted Fleur with barely concealed comments.

William kept his mouth firmly closed even with the topics that were clearly his fault, such as the thick stench of alcohol, and the pile of bottles on the ground, while Fleur was blamed for not taking care of him.

After that, I noticed that Fleur was more than happy to go to the kitchen, her disappearances taking longer and longer.

Her expression filled me with anticipation, as I could see her reflexively comparing every moment with the time she spent with me, a flicker of excitement appearing whenever she got a far-away look in the kitchen.

Fleur had an exhausted look when Molly finally left, but not before feeding William with a humongous amount of food to compensate for all the horrible food he had to eat in the prison.

"Should we move to the bedroom," William said with a clear excitement on his face, expecting his wife to share his enthusiasm, as if he actually thought she would be aroused after spending hours with in-laws, subjected to a variety of verbal insults, some covered, some direct, all without even the slightest protection from her husband… He was a real idiot, I decided.

I was basically doing a favor taking her off his hands so that he could return playing the rebel son of her precious mother.

"Let's go," Fleur said, her tone listless. William missed it though, a combined result of his drunkenness and his thickness.

Fleur climbed the stairs quickly, William following her with the occasional stumble.

But Fleur was already in the bathroom, behind the locked door, when William managed to stumble into his bedroom.

"Fleur, where are you?" he asked, his words coming across as an indecipherable slur.

"I'm in the bathroom, getting ready," she answered, using it as an excuse to gain some time, her tone shouting her reluctance, something that was missed by her drunk husband.

It must have been hard for her, thinking that she was martyring herself for her husband's safety, only to enjoy the attention of her blackmailer more than her husband.

"Okay, hurry up," William answered as he threw himself on the bed.

I readied myself to cast a sleep charm that would ensure his sleep for the next sixteen hours, only for his snoring to start before my intervention, his mother's cooking proving more effective than the sleeping charm.

Of course, I cast the sleeping spell on him nevertheless, not wanting to take the risk of him waking up and screwing up the plan midway.

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Chapitre 31: Chapter 31: Wedding Bed!

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It took more than fifteen minutes for the bathroom door to open, revealing Fleur, dressed in the thickest, most boring robe imaginable, a clear message to her husband, if only he had been awake to receive it.

The expression on her face was priceless, a perfect mixture of relief and anger.

She watched his sleeping figure with disbelieving eyes, the ratio of anger in her expression climbing quickly.

She might have been stayed passive in such a situation before her sexuality had been awakened under my forceful attention, but not now, not after she tasted the wine of the sexual ecstasy.

Still, I wasn't even expecting her next move. Stomping angrily, she walked towards the bed and quickly scribbled a message.

I leaned above her shoulder, only to see that she was writing a short message to me, saying that she was going to pay another visit tonight.

She tried to justify it in the message of course, claiming it was to free her of her final obligation, allowing her to focus on her marriage, but I was there to watch her vindictive glares to her husband, clearly using the visit to pay her husband back.

I shrugged. I wasn't exactly unsatisfied with the reason. I was all for humiliating her husband, as long as I was the tool of choice for her to bring that result.

She wrapped the letter to her owl's leg, and I cast a weak confundus charm to make sure the bird went directly to the vacation home instead of trying to find me.

I didn't know whether an owl could detect me under the Invisibility Cloak, but it wasn't the time to test it.

Instead, I stayed in the room, watching with desire as Fleur shed her ugly robe and granny panties, wearing a set of white frilly underwear, cute but revealing, obviously bought for the wedding night.

Yet another victory, I marked, watching her pull on the underwear she had painstakingly picked for her husband before.

I didn't wait for her preparations to complete. I sneaked out to the back garden, and teleported out to the living room of my holiday home, the owl already waiting for me.

I scribbled a quick positive answer and started waiting for her to appear.

I hadn't had to wait for long. Fleur walked through the door, wearing a pink flimsy bathrobe to cover her actual clothing.

"Welcome," I said with a smile on my face. "I can't say I was expecting to see you tonight. I would have expected you to spend time with your husband instead." I checked the clock exaggeratedly.

"It had been six hours since you had left, should I be impressed that your husband managed to last against your beauty for six hours. Color me impressed."

I could see her anger flaring even deeper with every reference to her husband. "I decided to complete our deal tonight," she answered. "I want to continue my marriage with a clean slate."

"Whatever you say, beautiful," I answered, not bothering to call her about her very obvious lie. Her face was an open book, telling a story for all that could read.

"Why don't you come and warm my lap, then," I added, pulling my pants and underwear down as she walked towards me in slow, sensual steps, providing me with a show better than anything else I had seen in my life, her frustration awakening her desire to prove herself.

Standing in front of me, she pulled the sash of her bathrobe and threw it on the ground in one negligent move, leaving her wrapped only in her wedding-night garb to my attention.

Without hesitation, she sat down across my length and started rocking her hips, the arousal blooming on her face instantly.

I realized that she was still suffering under the arousal I hadn't given to her hours ago. An oversight that was easy to fix, I thought as I pulled her closer, trapping her body in contact with mine.

No argument rose from her lips, not that it was surprising. They were temporarily rendered useless, for that particular usage at least.

They were still more than capable of serving as my amusement, following the lead of my lips in a merciless tango.

I could feel her arousal rising unchained. It was time to conclude my plan. I lifted her, my cock jumping upright immediately. Then, a negligent push later, her slit was free for an unbound push.

I pressed my shaft on her entrance, but waited for her to realize what was going on. I expected her to argue against me taking her virginity.

"No," she moaned in panic, the fear she was trying to project turning into a weak echo, drowning the pleasure. "You cannot. I kept myself for my wedding bed."

I smiled, her answer was more useful than I had ever hoped, giving me the perfect excuse to bring the situation to the conclusion.

"So be it," I answered, and suddenly apparated, taking her with me.

Her eyes grew in shock as she realized where we were. "Non," she cried in panic, looking around helplessly before fixing her gaze on her sleeping husband. "What are we doing in my bedroom?"

"Well, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile.

"You said you were saving yourself to your wedding bed. And here we are. Even your husband is here." I pushed her on the bed, her arms pushing to bed in reflex, which had the added benefit of forcing her to the doggy position.

And then, without waiting for her to answer, I pushed into her mercilessly, earning a cry that would be heartrending if I had any mercy.

"Non, non, non!" She repeated like a mantra with every time I slammed inside her, her tits trying to move freely only to be prevented by her bra, but interestingly, every time she repeated, it sounded less like a wailing, and more like a moan of pleasure.

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