Capítulo 19: Chapter 19
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Something cool and intangible pressed up against Harry's cheeks, summoning him from the fretful embrace of sleep.
He blinked the remaining drowsiness away as his mind gained its faculties, rubbing his eyes to blearily peek above him.
There, its neck extending a full meter tall, wrapped up in a small circle by itself, sat a snake Patronus glowing in ethereal blue hue.
Startled, Harry tried backing away as his limited Wandless magic summoned his wand in his wand...only to find a weight pressing down on his lap.
"Wha–?" He exclaimed out, taking in the naked figure of a girl sleeping peacefully on his equally naked lap.
His limp shaft had barely been an inch away from the girl's mouth, and his sudden movement made it rub against her warm lips, eliciting a gasp.
His eyes involuntarily scanned her figure, drinking in her body in all its naked glory. Her soft breasts pressed up against his leg, small but perky and firm. Her back curved down lusciously to give rise to a firm and shapely arse that stuck out like a bubble, while her wide hips were tucked to her stomach as she slept like a baby.
The sight was erotic enough to quickly renew his sexual appetite again, and his limp member twitched in excitement.
His eyes finally fell to her face, taking in the cute delicate look that did not seem British...and he realised he didn't even know her name.
All of a sudden, the memories of last few hours entered him like a bludgeon and he let out a low groan as his mind processed through it, occlumency helping to suppress the effects of alcohol.
He'd just left Scrimgeour after giving a non-committal answer and had decided to drown out the rest of the night with some good old Firewhiskey.
The crowd had just been too large for him to give a crap anymore, with people he'd probably never meet again coming to wish him.
The Potters, and those truly close to them, were supposed to retire for a private dinner at midnight as the evening slowly came to an end...
He remembered meeting this French beauty, a couple years older than the current him. She wasn't trying to get in his pants too hard but it hadn't mattered. Even with its enhancements, his young and inexperienced body was just not capable of handling alcohol like he'd used to, especially not without Occlumency.
So naturally, Harry had given in. They'd just started with a dance, rubbing against each other somewhat sensually... until Harry had decided upon the time's ripening, and taken the girl to one of the many unused rooms that Lily had shown him earlier (though only after a thorough mind scan of her past and personality).
And thus led to an hour or two of pure lust and passion, ending in his current predicament.
A sudden movement in his peripheral reminded him of the other occupant of the room. The snake Patronus seemed patient enough, standing guard like a loyal servant. And yet, for some reason Harry couldn't shake the feeling that it's glowing blue eyes stared at him in annoyance and disappointment.
"What?" He asked, annoyed.
The snake slowly leaned forward, its jaws unhinging to open wide as it flared its fangs.
Harry had just raised his wand up in response, without actually knowing what good it would do against a Patronus, when a very familiar voice suddenly announced his name.
"Harry," Bella's voice came from the snake. "If you're done with your fun, I want you to come downstairs now. Eleven thirty sharp, our little personal party will start. The Tonks and Weasleys are already here. Come fast."
With one last glare of judgement, the Patronus finally dissipated.
Absently he cast the tempus to see the time, only to find himself being over 10 minutes late already.
"Oh fuck off, I'm too tired for this shit." Harry sighed irritably, rubbing off the last bit of sleep while trying to push the naked girl away from him.
Unfortunately the force made the girl shift her weight completely, now fully coming to kiss his rapidly hardening wand with her full pouty lips, and his attention was once again taken by something else.
While he didn't like his dick getting smeared with pink lipstick, he could ignore it for more important matters.
Mainly, nailing the plump behind that was teasing his eyesight something fierce.
And as Harry let go of occlumency completely, lust filled up his mind, enough to not care about the girl's sleep anymore.
He tucked his palms below her armpits and with a strong pull, dragged the girl up.
The unnamed girl was just waking up now, but he paid her no mind, turning her over to line up his hardened rod below her apple bum.
Absently, he realised his current penis length wasn't something to be insecure about at all. Sure it wasn't some impressive monster cock but it was above average, and when that was coupled with his skills, Harry had no doubt he could bring any partner to a satisfied conclusion.
"...Quel?..." The girl groaned out, as his cock started rubbing against her arsecheeks. "Où...'Arr..?"
He didn't bother waiting, slowly parting her legs to grant him entry towards the glistening hole that was calling to him.
His lover hissed out in pleasure, arching her back while her hand came to tightly clutch at his hair as he slowly entered inside.
"Oui!" The girl moaned out as he started thrusting. "Oui...'Arry!"
He buried his face in her back as her moans grew fiercer, breathing in her sweet lemony aroma while he kept a steady rhythm of thrusting inside her.
The night was still young, and he was sure his family could wait another 10 minutes...
Cause there was no way he was stopping such a sacred act now.
Indeed, it was his duty as a man to bring the girl beside him to satisfying conclusion...
As many times as he possibly can.
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Fleur
Freedom. What exactly was freedom? What use describes the best ability of freedom?
Was it the ability to travel wherever you wish to? To never be bound by rules and regulations that limits your horizon?
Or was it the ability to speak? To say whatever you want, to whoever you want, without having to look over your shoulder every time you do so.
But perhaps it was the sheer freedom to spend your time as you wish to, not having to adhere to some strict structure that forces you to do things you don't want to.
Fleur was having a fabulous time trying to decide.
Her newfound freedom let her do things that she'd only ever dared imagine, let her experience the true meaning of life that has been absent till now.
Of course, the dark shadow of Henri Delacour still sometimes loomed over her like her worst nightmare, but after enjoying the taste of freedom for over two week without any repercussions for her attack, she felt more or less secure in her position.
She was free. Her family was free. Free and safe. And unless life was about to give them another taste of its cruelty, they will be staying this way forever. Henri Delacour was out of their life, and if he had even the slightest bit of intelligence, he will stay out forever.
Of course, just because her nightmare was over did not mean her life was completely worry free right now. She still had to worry about their future life, of improving their current living conditions.
She did not want her mother and Gabby to live in this small hotel suite forever, having to adjust for space and comfort. She did not want her mother to worry about paying for her and Gabrielle's schooling.
But most importantly, she did not want her mother and Gabby to live so close to that monster any longer. Even though he was out of their life, he wasn't out of their minds.
'Should've just killed the bastard.' She thought bitterly. 'Atleast mother would've been free.'
But she knew that was foolishness. Had she killed Henri, she would've been rotting in some French prison right now, leaving her loved ones alone.
But even all these problems couldn't stop her from enjoying her life. Her loved ones were beside her, they wouldn't be having any money problems for now atleast, and her school life will soon be over so she could get a proper job…..but something even more novel for her….
She had a friend now. And the letter in her hands only reiterated that fact.
Dear, Fleur
How are you? Hopefully well. Your P.S sounded ominous, so let me know if you need any help. We may have just met once, but I will help in any way I can. Can't explain why, just trust me and let loose.
Anyway, I'm glad you decided to send that letter, I was on the verge of dying from exhaustion right now. Writing this reply gave me a pleasant break. Loved your gift btw. Did you make it? I'll still appreciate it if you didn't of course, just let me know who did though. It was incredible.
Also, I'd be more than willing to keep this going. Writing this letter has been an unexpectedly fun and challenging task. I'd originally intended to send this right away, but somehow it's more difficult to compose a letter than preparing for a ritual.
And I'd be quite happy to meet up in the world cup. Let me know if you have something planned. If not, we'll think of something ;)
Farewell for now,
With love, Harry.
Fleur's eyes glided through the letter once more, feeling an unnatural heat within her chest. It was the 56th time that she was re-reading this letter, and it never failed to provide her with comfort, lighting a smile on her face everytime.
Though like everytime, it also brought with it a sense of nervous anticipation. It has been two days now since she sent away her reply, and the wait for his letter was almost making her doubt his sincerity.
Thoughts like 'What if he's just being polite' and 'He's probably regretting being so welcoming' was constantly making her jittery.
But the way he wrote the letter…it was simply too natural and honest to be a mask. And his simple offer of help seemed like the biggest lifeline to her, something reliable and stable enough to wash away most of her worries for the future.
"Fleur? Honey, where did you keep the-?" Her mother called, entering their shared dining room, only to stop on the spot when she saw the letter in her hand.
Fleur winced as her mother gave an annoyed sigh, pursing her lips thinly. "You're still reading his letter?"
Fleur tsked, annoyance welling up in her as she prepared to defend her one and only friend. "We're nothing more than friends, Ma. Truly, you need to get that out of your mind. We barely even talk."
She turned back to the letter, not wanting to continue the argument. Her mother slowly came to stand beside her, quiet and cautious, but Fleur ignored her presence.
Or atleast, tried to.
"Fleur." The pain and worry in her mother's voice was not something she could ignore, especially not the comforting hands that came to rest over her shoulders. "I only want what's best for you, Honey."
Fleur sighed, clutching her mother's comforting hands in acceptance. "I know that, Ma. I just don't want to think badly of him because of that man."
"But what if he is like that man?"
The question was a valid one, with enough worry in it that Fleur would atleast try to understand her mother usually.
But not this time.
"Harry is nothing like that bastard!" She snapped angrily.
Just the sheer thought caused her rage to boil over like a barely restrained avalanche.
Her mother didn't relent this time though, leaning down to look her in the eye. "And how do you know that, Fleur?"
"How do I know that!? I know that because-! Because…." Fleur stopping yelling, her anger clamping down in a confused frown as her mind scrambled for an answer. "…Because I…He's honest...and…."
She struggled to explain her feelings. Why exactly did she think of him so fondly? Why did his words mean so much to her? Why did she consider him a true friend when she knew absolutely nothing about him, even knowing how young he was?
….She just did.
"I can't explain it." She finally answered, reluctant and confused. "I just do."
Her mother sighed again, dragging a chair to sit beside her. But Fleur's eyes were stuck to her lap, upset and ever so slightly ashamed.
"When I was young, around your age actually, I was working as a scribe for the French ministry. It wasn't a very rewarding job, having to work 13 hours with barely a break, all for 30 galleons a month. But it was all I could get then, being who I was. But one day, after a particularly tiresome shift, I met a young man."
'Uh oh.' Fleur could see where it was going, and didn't like it one bit.
"He was handsome and powerful, hardworking and successful, with everything topped only by his stellar reputation. All a young Beauxbatons graduate found quite attractive."
Her mother stopped for just a second, her eyes lost in the dim bulb above. "I found him sobbing on the stairs that day. I hadn't known why of course, but I comforted him all the same. One thing led to another, and in a month we were both in a happy relationship. A relationship I thought to be completely perfect, a match made by heaven itself."
She sighed, staring down despondently. "It wasn't of course, but I ignored that. I hadn't known it then but we were already bonded, not that it would've made a difference. See, his good reputation also had a darker side, one of a drunk power-hungry maniac, but I ignored that as well. For me, his drunk side was simply a way to cope with the cruel life, while his hunger for power was simply an ambition for success. It wasn't until it slapped me in the face, quite literally in fact, did I finally realized the truth, but it was too late by then. The bond had already strengthened."
Apolline turned to her then, eyes grim and regretful. "It's subtle really, the way our Veela bonds work. Subtle and dangerous. You never even know when you're acting under it's effects. And once it forms, Fleur, it cannot be undone…. until the death of your chosen."
Fleur breathed out, rubbing her face with shaky hands. The thought that Harry might not be the person she believed him to be, that he too might have a crueler, more darker side, was heartbreaking for her.
She closed her eyes to keep the tears at bay, desperately trying to see within her….if her feelings truly were her and hers alone or…
"Honey…" Her mother shook her shoulders. "Fleur, baby look at me."
"Why us, mother?" Fleur couldn't help but ask. "Why do these things always happen to us? Why can't we simply live our lives normally?"
Her mother's arms circled around her, rocking her slightly. "Shh now, don't speak like that. I don't want you to repeat my mistakes, but that does not mean you should assume the worst. Perhaps what you feel for the boy is simply natural for humans. Perhaps it truly isn't anything more than normal friendship, Fleur. And even if it is something more, worrying about it now will do nothing. Should the worst happen…if you truly are bonded to the boy, and if this….Harry Potter, does comes out to be like Henri….then believe me, you shall not suffer for it. I won't let you."
"Even if I have to bury the boy myself."
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