Capítulo 14: The Coven 0014
That morning, Harry groaned while feeling a weird shiver that jolted him awake. He tried to hug Fleur while still asleep, but his hands only touched the empty bed. Another jolt passed through his entire body, making him curl his toes as he tried to move his leg up to fold it, but there was some pressure on it that prevented him from moving his legs. As he finally opened his eyes, he felt another jolt that made him clench his abdomen while feeling some heat rising within him. Letting out another groan as his vision focused to see a bump over the blanket, he finally heard a wet squelching sound. Moments later, a light, almost muffled moan was heard from under the blanket and Harry couldn't hold himself back anymore. He groaned loudly as his body shivered with his climax and he curled his toes, clenching his hands on the bedsheet.
At the same time, a louder moan was heard from under the blanket as he felt the pressure on his legs lighten. He flipped the blanket to the side, revealing Fleur's hazy expression as she sucked him off down to the last drop while swaying her body up and down. She had cum even though both her hands were on Harry's thighs, stopping him from moving away. She'd cum just from blowing him.
A few seconds later, Fleur's expression brightened as she looked up at Harry with a beautiful smile, "Thank you for the meal, 'Arry~" She said while giving his semi-erection a long lick from the base to the tip, making him twitch as he started getting hard once again.
Still, he held himself back, "God, I love you," Harry said with an enraptured expression and extended his hands toward her. Grabbing her outstretched arms, he pulled her higher such that she was resting her head on his chest. Doing his best to ignore the fact that his erection was rubbing against Fleur's pussy, infinitely close to taking her virginity and causing many problems for both of them, Harry rested his palm on her lower back, gently rubbing circles.
"You want us to skip orientation for class assignments, don't you?" Harry asked her with a knowing tone.
Fleur blushed from embarrassment and nodded, not saying anything, "I want to buy my stuff," She mumbled, "And we're going to Hogwarts, so that timetable will be completely useless in a month."
"Fine, I'm sure that Professor Violette won't mind." Harry said, "Not after what we did last year…"
Hearing his words, Fleur giggled and sat up, making it even more difficult for Harry to hold himself back as he saw her mesmerizing breasts and the perky pink tips swaying from left to right as if trying to hypnotize him. She didn't seem to notice it and started speaking, "We've almost got Professor Pranking Bingo, we either need to take care of Professor Elouan, or the Headmistress herself… Let's take care of it before going to Hogwarts. I don't want to graduate without getting bingo…"
Seeing her innocent enthusiasm, Harry miraculously found the will to suppress his desires and said, "Let's not think about Madame Maxime, otherwise she'll give us cleaning duty once again…" Hearing Harry's words, Fleur shivered as she remembered the time when they tried to prank the half-giantess and failed. In return, she dismissed the house elves for the night and forced Harry and Fleur to clean the corridors. Neither of them wanted to be subjected to it again.
"You're right," Fleur nodded, "Let's focus on Professor Elouan," She said.
…
Harry and Fleur were walking through a secret passage that led outside the castle and Fleur waved her wand before opening a door in front of them. "Hu…" She had to wrap her arms around herself as the biting cold wind hit her face. The weather wasn't too cold, but it was still somewhat early and the winds were particularly chilly today. Seeing her state, Harry conjured a fur coat over both her pastel blue uniform that she gratefully wrapped around herself. He did the same for himself before grabbing her hand and walking out of the passage that directly led into the town.
"I'm still cold," Fleur mumbled before letting go of Harry's hand and putting her hand into his pocket. She did the same with her other hand and nestled both hands into his left pocket.
"You have your own pockets…" Harry said speechlessly as he tried to put his now free hand into his pocket, but Fleur was blocking it.
"Not as warm…" She said, "Here, bring your hand in too…" She said and let Harry slip his hand between both her hands.
Harry didn't know what to say and just kept walking as Fleur treated his pocket as some sort of huge glove. Then again, he was enjoying the warmth that Fleur's actions provided his hand. A while later, they reached their destination and Harry said, "Get whatever you need, and let's go back…" He said as they entered the store, the cold winds around them being doused by the warmth that filled the store.
As a bell rang to signify the entrance of Harry and Fleur into the store, a middle-aged man looked up from the book that he was previously reading. Seeing Harry, he put the book on the counter and welcomed him, "Harry, my boy…" He said, "Come in, I can always count on you and your lady to be my first customers of the new school year."
"How are you, Mr. Gaspard?" Harry asked as he walked toward the counter. Fleur took her hands out of his pocket and started looking around the store. There weren't a lot of things on display, mostly differently-sized canvas frames and their stands along with some framed paintings that were hanging on the walls.
"I'm doing good," The man's gaze went to Fleur who was already looking around the store for a moment before he looked back at Harry, "I presume the missus is still shy?"
"Haha…" Harry put a hand behind his head and scratched it, "Yeah, kinda," He said with an awkward laugh, "Let her browse whatever she needs, did you paint something good over the summer?" Harry put his hands in his pockets and sat on one of the benches beside the counter while engaging in a conversation with the man.
Fleur went around and started grabbing stuff, canvas frames, different kinds of material that she could draw on, a brush set, and multiple different paints, she got everything that she thought she might need. When her hands got too full, she just came to the counter and put the stuff there before going around to grab some more.
Eventually, she was done and stood beside Harry before saying, "I'm done," In a soft voice. Once again, she put both her hands in Harry's left pocket and he had to suppress himself from hissing as her ice-cold hands enveloped his warm hand and destroyed the warmth of his pocket.
"Can you bill all of this, Mr. Gaspard?" Harry said before leaning toward Fleur and asking her with a whisper, "It took you five minutes to turn your hands into ice?"
"I can't help it," Fleur shrugged, rubbing her hands within Harry's pocket and warming herself up with the help of his hand, "My hands get cold easily,"
Harry just shook his head and waited for the man to calculate the cost of Fleur's art supplies, "That'll be 498 Bezants." He said.
"Here are 257 Galleons," Harry spoke with pauses as he fished out the money from his wallet before handing the coins to the man who nodded and took the money, "Pleasure," Harry said and started putting everything into an enchanted bag that had the extension charm applied to it. He'd brought the bag from their dorm specifically to carry Fleur's art supplies with ease.
"The pleasure's all mine, Harry," The clerk said, "You and your lady are always my first customers of the school year."
"That's because the stuff that you have is much better than what we can get from shops in Place Cachée," Harry said. Place Cachée was the main wizarding marketplace of France.
"That's all the motivation I need to keep the quality of my materials top-notch." The man said as Harry and Fleur walked out of the shop, being exposed to the biting cold wind that had somewhat receded now, "Let's go…" Fleur almost pulled Harry, "I'm cold…"
He could merely shake his head as Fleur pulled him toward the passage entrance that they came from.
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