Nature
The moon guided Victoire on her path outside to meet her Kit. She didn't wear her cousin's cloak, somehow knowing that she didn't need it on this night. Nothing could go wrong for her as long as she was with him. How could nature have blessed her so as to give her multiple soul mates?
But she had no doubt in her mind that all four of them were meant for her, and she for them. She met Kit on the open Quidditch Pitch, his Nimbus in hand as he grinned at her. She beamed back at him as she reached up to run her thumb along his dimple, not needing any further confirmation that they were fated for one another besides the feeling she had while in his company. But they'd decided they'd do the ritual anyways to make things official.
Doing the ritual and confirming their soul mate bond meant that they would deepen their relationship and would never desire to part from one another. And neither of them saw the point in postponing the inevitable. As excited as Victoire was to be soul mates with Link officially, she feared the moment she'd have to tell Salvatore and Teddy about her Veela nature, and what it meant for her relationships with them.
She'd continue worrying about that another time. Right now, one of her soul mates was looking at her with so much devotion and adoration in his eyes it was enough to bring a tear to her own. He kissed her sweetly before asking, "Are you ready for this, babe?"
"Without a shadow of doubt," she cooed, brushing her fingers through her Gryffindor's lion-like mane. He loved it when she did that, leaning in to her touch. He pulled her flush against him, and she groaned as his hard dick within his sweatpants pushed against her. She rubbed against his length, kissing him passionately as he loosened her robe; unveiling her in her bra and panties. He toyed with her clit through her soaked panties while they kissed and she clung to the warmth of his body, pulling his sweatpants off him.
He straddled the broomstick, and she straddled him as he pushed her panties aside and teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, his bead of precum and her own wetness combining as he did so, the pleasurable feeling creating a furious need within them both. She slid slowly onto his cock until he was inside her completely, and she began to ride him slowly.
"I want you...I want this forever," Kit groaned, his blue eyes hooded as he held Vic tightly.
"You'll have me forever," Victoire gasped as Kit began meeting her own strokes, his cock filling her up completely. Then butterflies entered her stomach that had nothing to do with him inside her as he lifted his feet off the pitch, and they soared up ten, twenty, fifty feet into the air; and she continued bouncing on his cock as if it kept her grounded, as if they remained on solid footing. They were in the clouds, the wind caressing their skin and blowing through their hair as Victoire clung to him, unafraid of their height and unaware of anything except for the addicting feel of him within her. The chill late November night air felt cooling against her sweating skin as she rode his cock, her rounded ass jiggling with every bounce.
"Holy fuck, babe. You're so fucking sexy," Kit groaned as he gripped her tightly with one hand and braced himself on the broomstick with the other . She used his body for her own pleasure, riding him like a crazed incubus depending on his cock for her life source. Kit struggled to suck on her tits as they bounced for him, settling on licking them as he held her ass down, forcing her hard onto his cock where she belonged - his soul mate.
"Come for me, Kit," she demanded, her own pleasure a second from crashing down upon her. Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly as they came, the broomstick wavering in mid-air as Kit trembled from coming so hard. And they knew as they kissed languidly without a care in the world afterwards that the ritual had worked - they were also officially soul mates.
***
"You'll have to tell them sooner or later," Link said, rubbing her shoulders consolingly as Victoire fretted at dinner.
"Yeah, babe. If they're meant for you like we are, they'll understand and they'll come to terms with this. Me and Link are with you through this, and we'll face it together," Kit reassured, helping himself to the croissant on her plate.
She smiled tightly at them both, kissing them each before leaving the Great Hall. She hardly ever caught Salvatore at meals anymore - though there'd been no more muggleborn attacks recently, so she took that as a promising sign. She needed to talk to Salvatore about her whole Veela situation, and she knew it wouldn't be as simple and easy as it'd been with Kit and even Link.
Then there was Teddy, who she'd agreed to meet in the tunnel again tonight. He'd instructed her to bring her cousin's cloak, which she found curious but question. She snuck in through the statue of the one-eyed witch and met with Teddy, his eyes hopeful and swimming with the recollection of the last time they'd been together alone. Her body responded to the memory as if he were holding her against a desk now, preparing for his touch. She smiled shyly as they kissed in greeting and her took her hand, his brow cocking as she gave him a playfully accusatory look.
"Is there a reason you told me to bring the cloak, besides to cover my own ass when I leave later?"
"Yes," Teddy agreed. "You'll be covering my ass, too - I'm bringing you back to my room in the inn for a bit."
She reddened at the thought of being alone with Teddy in a proper bedroom, like she'd dreamed of for years.
"If that's...okay with you?" he questioned, looking worried that he'd been presumptuous. "Not that I expect...I mean, I brought us dinner from a restaurant in Hogsmeade, and I thought it'd just be more comfortable in there. We don't have to..." he trailed off, looking thoroughly frustrated with himself and apologetic towards Victoire.
Vic giggled, finding him adorable when he got flustered like that. "I'm sure that'd be lovely," she assured, and he seemed to relax a bit. "There's something important I need to talk to you about, and I think it'd be nice to discuss in a more neutral environment," she said, glancing at the stone walls surrounding them with hesitation that confused Teddy.
"Oh, um, okay," he agreed. They reached Honeyduke's cellar before long, and when they'd successfully snuck out of there, Teddy slipped out from under to cloak while heading back to his room at the inn, Vic trailing behind him hidden.
When they reached the cozy room consisting of a queen bed, a wardrobe, a fireplace and a loveseat and table facing it; Victoire shed the cloak and smiled appreciatively at the little table set romantically for two and trays covered from restaurant takeaway. She wore a tight black sweater and jeans that fit her perfectly and Teddy took notice.
"How is it that you always look so beautiful? I'm not sure you've ever had a bad day in your life. You could wear a house-elf's toga and still look like a goddess."
Vic smiled as she looked down shyly, letting herself bask in the feeling of him complimenting her.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were using the old Veela charm on me," he teased, but her eyes widened and smile fell.
His gaze softened curiously as he took in her reaction before he reformed his playful smirk. "What's that look for? I know you're not enchanting me with your Veela charms, I've felt this way about you forever - unless you've been using them on me your entire life, which is quite possible," he joked.
She looked up at him seriously, shaking her head and his smile fell. "What is it, Victoire?"
"Of course I haven't been using my Veela charm on you. I imagine it wouldn't work on you if I tried. But I do have to talk with you about something similar," she breathed, her throat tightening. How to even begin this conversation...
"Go ahead, Vic," he encouraged, reaching for her hand across the table. She held it as she held his eye, letting him see her raw emotion.
"I've been looking into Veela to see if it explained any of the...experiences I've been having lately," she began, then proceeded to explain the True Revelation process, and how she'd gone through it with Link and Kit; how she believed he and Salvatore were also her soul mates. She'd even brought the book with her so he could see for himself.
He released her hand, stood, and began pacing the room. She stood, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Please, Teddy...Say something."
He sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly as he tried to collect his thoughts. She sat next to him, unable to bear the brief distance or separation. She had a feeling he was currently placing more separation between them mentally, and she couldn't stand that feeling.
"I've wanted it to be us for so long," Vic," he said at last, his voice strained. "And now that I've finally put aside my fears to begin pursuing you, you're involved with three other men. Not only that, two of them are your soul mates. I just don't understand how you could still want me or the other guy when you have two soul mates, Vic. I don't expect you to choose me over a soul mate. Fuck, I wouldn't choose myself over Link or Kit on a normal day. It's a hard pill to swallow," he finished bitterly, his thoughts full of jealousy and contempt towards the other men.
"Well, you'd better fucking swallow that pill, Teddy," she snapped, and her sharp tone made him look towards her. "Because it isn't my fault you waited so long to show you had any sort of interest in me. It doesn't even matter if we'd gotten together earlier, because I would have always found my other soul mates and we'd just face the same problem. It doesn't have to be a problem, though. Not if you just try to accept it. The fact is that I do still want you and Salvatore even though Link and Kit are my soulmates. I believe you two are my soul mates as well - but before we could try to have a True Revelation, we need to sort out our issues."
Teddy'd light brown eyes bore into hers as he pulled his hand along his dark stubble. "Four soul mates? It's unheard of. One soul mate is rare, but four? And Salvatore Rookwood amongst them. I don't trust him, Victoire. You should be staying far away from him, not getting closer."
"There hasn't been another muggleborn attack in weeks, and you couldn't gather any evidence during the investigation to prove he was involved!"
"That doesn't make him innocent, Vic," Teddy said dangerously. "If your family knew that you were getting close to a Rookwood, they'd be concerned as well."
Victoire's jaw feathered in irritation. "Are you going to tell them?"
"Of course not. Are you?" "Not until we're proven soul mates and they accept my word of his innocence."
Teddy looked furious at that. "You. don't. know. that," he said, his voice low but gruff.
"I do know it, in my heart. Just as I know you are also my soul mate."
"Yeah? Who else is your soul mate? Are you gonna fuck the innkeeper next, too, then tell me he's your soul mate?"
Victoire lost it and slapped him across the face, her breast rising and falling rapidly as rage coursed through her. He didn't get to stand there and invalidate her feelings towards the other three men in her life, subtly accusing her of just sleeping around rather than sharing an actual connection with them.
"Fuck you," she shouted, her handprint still on the side of his face as his jaw feathered in anger. He turned to her slowly, but she wasn't scared of him. She stared him down, hatred and anger in her eyes for the man that caused her so much heart ache just continued to find ways to do so. She wanted him to grab her and kiss, to claim her and assert his position in her life, to fight for her. For them. But his face showed only resignation as if she'd broken it off with him, rather than tell him that she wanted him despite having two other soul mates.
She grabbed the cloak and threw it off her as she left, storming out of the inn. He stood there a beat too long, before trying to chase after her invisible form. He shouted her name over and over, calling to her, wanting to beg her to stay. He'd all but pushed her away, he knew - but she actually left and it was pure agony. He tried to follow her through the whole path back to Honeydukes to try to ensure she she'd gotten back safely, and when he saw the door of the shop open seemingly by itself, he was reassured.
Only then did he go back to his room and allow his sadness to sweep over him in a way that he didn't know he was even capable of doing as tears flowed down his face.