A Godfather's Promise

"Harry Potter" belongs to J.K. Rowling

AN: Ladies and gentlemen *drum rolls* thank you so much for getting this story past the 1,200 favorites milestone! I am extremely flattered by the response this story has gotten. Especially since it was originally conceived as little bondage one-shot. We are also upwards of over 1,900 follows, and over 120,000 views!

I have gotten some concerns about the level of angst in the story. I don't want to make this a heavily angsty story, but it does make the eventual romantic scenes be a lot better when they have such negative emotions previously. The initial angst is gone right now, it's going to get romantic for at least the first arc of the story, at least where Harry and Fleur are concerned.

Shorter chapter, but it I've been extremely busy these last few days. It's getting increasingly hard to have time to write, not to mention I suffered my first case of writer's block.

Speaking of BDSM, we have finally arrived to what I have promised initially. Hope you like it!

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

"Foreign language"

Spells

A Godfather's Promise

Chapter VII: Still of the Night

Harry never once let his glare fall off despite the various threats he was getting from the older witches and wizards that were also gathered in Dumbledore's office. Each of them was from pureblood families, that much he knew. It was not just that they were wearing clothes that seemed to come straight out of the seventeenth century or that they carried themselves with an entitled sense of superiority. Those things were surely present, but the reason he knew they were purebloods was because they were some of the parents of the twelve currently hospitalized Slytherins that tried to rape Fleur.

Of course, defending the indefensible acts of the older students was the patriarch of the Malfoy family: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. The very presence of the blonde-haired man almost sending Sirius into a frenzy when the group accompanied.

"Fifteen wounded wizards and witches, most of them suffering from deep unconsciousness thanks to exposure to the Stupefying Charm. Two cases of exposure to the Severing Charm, one of them with his hand severed and barely alive due to blood loss. One case of third-degree burns from an unknown source, and to top it all off, once case of a shattered arm due to physical assault. How to you respond to these accusations?" drawled Lucius Malfoy.

'I really hate this slimy son of a bitch,' thought Harry but refrained from airing his thoughts to the Malfoy patriarch.

"If you add in the fact that they were in the process of assaulting Beauxbaton's champion for the Triwizard Tournament, then yes. I will admit that it was I that intervened in that moment," the Potter heir stated with thinly veiled courtesy.

At his statement, one of the witches stood up and directed her gaze towards Dumbledore.

"The Veela? Headmaster… we are not seriously taking a foreign creature's accusations seriously!" she said arrogantly.

Harry gritted his teeth behind pursed lips as the woman continued defending the indefensible.

"For all we know, it was the Veela that enticed them. I have little doubt in my mind that she was tempting our fine young children. You know how those Veela are – scarlet women all of them," she continued.

Harry saw red momentarily, thinking back on Fleur. She was anything but a scarlet woman, she never wanted the attention that was given to her. He remembered her sadness, the disgust on her face as the people that saw her only for her beauty looked on at her with barely restrained lust. To suggest that she tried to draw their attention on purpose was ludicrous.

He was about to respond but Sirius sensed his plight and put a comforting hand in his shoulder as they continued their vilification of the girl he was so attracted to. It was enough to not make him burst out, but the anger still remained.

Lucius Malfoy took the chance in order to once again air his diplomatically heinous voice.

"Whatever the case may be. It's clear that young Mr. Potter has taken violent actions against the student body of Hogwarts. It's a miracle that young Mr. McClintock's hand was able to be reattached. Mr. Acker had to be taken to St. Mungo's immediately since he was suffering from third degree burns. It's a fortunate thing that none of them are deceased currently," the elder Malfoy drawled, then looked at Harry directly with thinly veiled condescension.

"As such we demand that Mr. Potter be expelled forthwith from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to ensure the safety of the student body."

Before Harry and Sirius had the time to protest, Dumbledore once again spoke. "That is a very heavy demand Lord Malfoy. Especially when we do not have any evidence to support either claim. As it stands, we have no proof to corroborate either version of events."

"It is the least you can do, Headmaster. When we saw the state of the fine young students we immediately contacted the Minister and demanded that young Mr. Potter be arrested and put on trial," responded Lucius.

Sirius took that as his cue to stand up against his cousin's husband.

"You dare?! Harry was only defending himself and a foreign citizen, you can't arrest him for that!"

Lucius turned to look at Lord Black with a sly condescension.

"Whatever the case may have been, the Minister has been noted of the incident, you can expect a visit from the Ministry and the from the other esteemed members of the Protectionist Party soon. Until then, I hope that the last Potter doesn't get into more trouble. It wouldn't do for the final member of such an… esteemed House to get in the way of danger – more than he already has, at least."

Lucius finished the statement before turning to his companions and promptly retreated from the Headmaster's office, the rest of the purebloods following him like a gaggle of schoolgirls in a popularity contest. To Harry, the Protectionist Party seemed like an insatiable cesspool of deceit and corruption, each inbred member more hideous and repulsive than the last. He was only thankful that they were currently not the ruling party of the Magical World, but Cornelius Fudge was always more than happy to take their ill-gotten gains in exchange for legislation that benefitted only them.

"You cannot let this go, Dumbledore," Sirius voice interrupted Harry's thoughts. "They attacked my godson – my heir! It is unthinkable that they get now repercussions for what they were about to do."

Harry decided to voice his thoughts as well to the wizened wizard.

"I agree. What they were going to do to Fleur… you can't let them get away with it. I don't care how incestuously pure their blood happens to be."

Dumbledore raised his hands in an attempt to placate them. "I understand that you are frustrated by the event, but the fact remains that there is no evidence of either side being true. I believe you Harry, I do not think you have the makings of a liar. Professor McGonagall and Madame Maxime take your side as well, but we are dealing with a powerful force now. Lucius Malfoy's party may be the second most powerful, but they have the most influence over the Board of Directors. They will try and block any attempts to expel fifteen Slytherin students."

"So that's it then? They get away with it? They try to sexually assault Fleur and all they get is a slap on the wrist, is that it?" growled Harry, "What happens the next time? When they try to go after her again, or any other student? Are they still protected by a bunch of bigoted assholes at the top?"

Dumbledore sighed. "No… I can't expel them from Hogwarts right now without evidence, but I can prevent them from coming back this year now that they are suspected of sexual assault. You won't have to worry about them for now."

Harry pondered the Headmaster's decision for a bit. He did not want to spend another year with the Slytherin students for sure, but it would keep Fleur from having to worry about another student attack. It was enough to satisfy Harry for the moment and he slowly nodded.

"I must also inform you that Amelia Bones has decided to take more decisive action after recent events. Don't be surprised if you see Aurors patrolling the castle from now on," continued the old Headmaster.

"Now, I must ask you to return to your room for now Mr. Potter, you are excused from your classes. Make sure that you are fed, you will need to be in your best strengths for the coming task. It is fast approaching now. Sirius, you stay. I need to discuss something with you."

Harry gave one last look towards his godfather before he too left Dumbledore's office.

Harry started to make his way back to his room, it was too late to go to the Great Hall for lunch. He figured he could get Dobby to go to the kitchens and bring him some leftovers, not that he was hungry though, an extended talk with the feces-made-flesh Lucius Malfoy was enough to destroy any appetite he may have had, but he still needed to be in his best strengths.

His best strengths not only because of the upcoming First Task but also because of the revelations made to him by an innocent looking piece of parchment that had been placed back into his possession.

When Harry entered his room he immediately reached for his bed, exhausted at having to spend the entire day at Dumbledore's office. Yet even in his tiredness, he reached out for the rolled parchment that was beside him, as if to confirm its contents once again.

'Am I dreaming?' Harry thought as he contemplated Fleur's graceful signature. There was just no way that Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen would agree to such a thing.

She was extremely attractive, intelligent, witty, older, and powerful. Any male between the ages of twelve to eighty would get on their knees just to have a chance with her. She had every advantage there could possibly be over him and the rest of the student body. So why would she give herself in such a way to him?

Then there were his own feelings on the matter. Despite what his desires were, she did not know if he was truly capable of being good enough to satisfy someone who was submissive. How would he approach her? The images in the magazines never showed you that. You would bind the girl, dominate and make love to her; but what happened after when master and slave became just another couple?

He did not want Fleur to just be someone he can turn to in order to satisfy himself. After all that he had seen in her, he wanted to have something more with her, something more intimate, and he did not know how to get them to that level.

After the ceremony when he had screwed up thing with her, he was ready to move on from his desires, to burn the magazines and force himself to be like other people, to have normal fantasies. Yet just as he was on the cusp of going with his decision, his dreams – the ones that he had been having every night the silver-haired angel appeared in – somehow came true.

Harry was uncertain of what to do. How could he approach anyone with this? Despite trusting his godfather completely, he did not want to involve him so suddenly in what was supposed to be a private relationship. He had certainly been embarrassed when they had first spoken about the topic.

Harry shuddered at the memory of Sirius Black trying to tell his godson about the birds and the bees.

The Potter heir turned once again towards the magazines that had been his only guide to the world of domination and submission. Trying hard to look in order to get some wisdom from the various dominants who are featured in interviews. The information was quite bland and could not truly get knowledge that would help him with the situation.

Still, Harry soldiered on. He had been given a chance, and no true Potter would back away from a challenge.

Fleur thought that the unbearable nervousness couldn't get worse. She had slept well the previous night, despite the occurrences of what had happened, probably because of sheer exhaustion. She did not even think straight when she finally gave in and left that signed contract on Harry's bed. She had been acting completely on her emotions, on her desires.

She did not doubt it anymore. She wanted him, wanted to be his. The events of last night had broken down the final resistance she had. She had been rendered completely helpless, and he did not take advantage of the fact. He simply took her to safety, away from the things that cause her so much harm, it was enough to almost bring her to tears at the memory.

But he had not appeared during breakfast, nor for lunch. The anticipation was killing her. She wanted to lay her eyes on the wonderful young man once again. Part of her was worried about something else, she had been making inquiries on Harry throughout the day, more daring ones than the ones that she been doing previously.

She had learned more about his relationships, which had only added to her nervousness. She looked to the Gryffindor table first, she had not paid it attention at all since the only person she was interested in did not appear to be present, yet some of the people she had heard of were there.

First, she spied a person that she had been repulsed by ever since she had laid eyes on him. The redheaded boy seemed to be a vacuum for food; she had firsthand experience in the fact that he was completely vulnerable to even the tiniest fraction of her allure. Fleur did not know how such a person could be so closely associated with Harry, but the Hogwarts students had told her that Ronald Weasley was Harry's best friend.

If rumors were true, however, they had been clashing ever since the last year and were now in bad terms since Harry had been chosen as a champion.

Fleur did not feel bad about this. Ronald did not seem to be a good person in her opinion. From what she had heard the Weasley was brash, thick, and jealous of those around him. His only merits were that he was apparently a chess savant and that he had great prospects as a competitive eater if the ungodly amounts of horrible food he slopped into his gaping mouth were any indication.

If she and Harry ever became something – which she had been finding out was a thing she was hopeful of – Fleur did not think that she would ever stand to be in the presence of the Weasley for a long time.

Fleur paid attention then to another boy, a little shorter than the redhead, and pudgier. Neville Longbottom was his name. She had seen him with Harry in the past few days. He was not as impressive looking as Harry, but she knew that he had some modicum of self-control since he did not drool at the sight of her, unlike the Weasley.

'He is yet a boy. Harry is a young man,' Fleur thought to herself as she compared both Weasley and Longbottom to Harry. They did not measure up, to say the least.

The source of her nervousness was not the aforementioned boys however, it was the females that she heard of.

Her eyes wandered over to a female figure that seemed to be engrossed in a giant textbook. Hermione Granger was her name, Harry's other best friend. She did not know much about this one, except that she had a reputation for being a little overbearing yet was also the second-best student in her year, just behind Harry.

Fleur rolled her eyes. Of course, Harry would be number one.

She put her a little low on the threat level. From what Fleur had heard, they were close friends and nothing more and were also currently not speaking to one another.

She quickly turned her gaze over to a younger girl. The younger sister of Ronald Weasley, Ginevra Weasley. The rumors about her and Harry were also not concerning to her. It seemed that Ginevra had a childish crush on the Potter heir ever since she was little.

Fleur huffed smugly. A little girl. She did not know why she considered the young redhead a threat, to begin with. She doubted Harry would ever go with someone so completely vapid as to see only his fame.

It was the remaining two that did make her a little nervous.

On the Hufflepuff table, there was another redhead, this one of a darker shade, almost crimson in color. Susan Bones gave her a lot more concern than Hermione and Ginevra. In physical appearance alone, she was far more threatening, especially with that chest that she expected would be larger than hers in less than a year. The redhead was also known to be kind and extremely approachable, something concerning in Fleur's mind.

She knew that she could be just a little arrogant at times. Fleur did not know if Harry took kindly towards her attitude towards his backward country, it wasn't his fault that he was not born in a truly civilized land. She doubted Susan Bones would have that little attitude trait.

Fleur turned over slowly to see the other girl she had been told about. Disgust washed over her immediately when she saw the students clad in green and silver, her interactions with that particular Hogwarts House were not nice, to say the least. The young Veela had initially thought of them as cruel but pitiable, after last night, however, she had absolutely no pity for them.

Deep down she knew that part of the reason for Harry's absence were his actions the previous nights, but she did not care for those students. Frankly, she wanted Harry to hurt them more for what they were about to do to her.

Still, she looked on to the raven-haired girl, Daphne Greengrass.

By looks alone, she was definitely worthy of competition. If the Slytherin had had silver hair, Fleur would have believed that she was a Veela for a moment. She was taller than most of the girls, with violet eyes and flawless porcelain skin. A cold, calculative look was plastered on her face.

From the rumors she had heard, Daphne Greengrass made her look like she was the kindest woman in the world. Ice Princess, Ice Bitch, those were a couple of names that the violet-eyed girl had earned for herself.

Between Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass, Fleur actually felt jealous for the first time in her life.

'Is this how the girls felt about me when their boyfriend would look at me?' Fleur questioned herself. 'Did he lose interest after I sent him away? Will he want me now, or have I been replaced?'

Still, she would not be deterred. She had denied this to herself long enough. She had no doubts what she wanted, and what she wanted was to be Harry's. Despite his age, he had proven himself completely. Power, control, and honor yet with hidden kindness that she had witnessed yesterday. The thoughts of him being too little or young now banished.

The air seemed to leave the Great Hall immediately as everyone's attention turned to the lonely figure of Harry Potter walking quickly to the Gryffindor table.

Fleur could not take her eyes off him, and she surprisingly did not find it at all concerning. She just wanted to talk to him – now. Still, she managed to control herself and remained seated, her suitors ignored in favor of the green-eyed young man. The young Veela watched as Harry sat down next to the Longbottom boy, the comparison between the two was amazing.

'How could I have ever thought of him as a little boy?'

She did not turn her gaze away when he also looked over at her. His eyes were so striking, like a sea of jade. Powerful, just like it's owner's magical prowess.

Fleur gave him a smile, small enough that he would notice it but not large enough to draw the attention of the refuse around her. Her smile was only for him, not for hormonal little boys and jealous little girls. She grew a little concerned when he didn't return it, but his aura was more of concern and indecisiveness rather than rejection.

The anticipation was killing her, so she decided to be daring now.

She stood up, all eyes on her as she made the long walk over to the Gryffindor table. She could almost feel all eyes on her as the distance between her and Harry shortened but she did not care, she was done caring. The only thing she gave importance to was to those green eyes widening as he started to realize her intentions.

Fleur reached over to where he was seating, noticing that there was enough space for her to sit down. She looked over at Harry.

"Is zis seat available?" she asked.

Harry's eyes simply widened, not in lust, but in shock. Fleur smiled, not bothering to hear his response before she sat down close beside him and quickly watched the scene around her. She saw most of the Hall looking over to them, the Gryffindor table seemed to be the most in shock, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the Weasley boy turn a noxious purple as he looked at her, then he looked over to Harry in what looked to be jealous anger.

The other Weasley, the female also looked on in jealousy, but this one she was experienced with. She was jealous of her, sitting so close to the wonderful young man she probably had a childish crush on. Instead of purple, she turned an angry red, almost as bright as her hair. Fleur just scoffed internally.

'Don't even try it, little girl. I signed that contract. I belong to him now.'

The Hufflepuff table did make her feel regret upon seeing Susan Bones. To her surprise, she looked at her in… desire? Despite the initial shock, Fleur was not very surprised. While she mainly got attention from males, there were quite a few females that also would look over to her with thirst in their eyes. But it was confusing, she thought that the Bones girl was attracted to Harry.

'Does she like both?' Fleur wondered, remembering that the voluptuous Hufflepuff had also looked over at Harry with longing. 'A bisexual witch? In this puritan nation? How quaint. Maybe not all the English are prudes.'

The young Veela looked over to see the Bones girl again, noticing that the desire was gone and was instead replaced by sadness, her grey eyes looking downcast, small tears threatening to spill as the pigtailed blond tried to comfort her. Fleur felt a small pang in her chest at the sight, briefly regretting her actions; but such thoughts were quashed quickly. While she felt bad for the buxom girl, but she was not regretting her decision.

'I am sorry, but this has always been denied to me. I need him, I want to be his. Nothing will convince me otherwise now,' she justified to herself.

The most difficult person to read was Daphne Greengrass. A brief pang of shock seemed to cross her otherwise ice-cold demeanor, a little jealousy was featured for just a second, before she simply looked away, attempting in vain to ignore them. It would be convincing if she didn't see her taking momentary looks at them every so often.

'You are beautiful and from a powerful family. You could have reached out to him, but I reached first. Do you girls even know the things he likes? I like them too, I was meant to be with him. Would you call him a freak if you knew about his desires, about my desires? I know about them and will encourage him to pursue them, not shame him for what's in his nature.'

Fleur ignored the rest. She briefly saw the Ravenclaw captain that had been bugging her look at Harry with hatred. Similar looks spread across her admirers but she quickly noticed that she also got quite a few dirty looks not, unlike the female Weasley. She was not surprised. Harry was tall, handsome, intelligent, confident, wealthy, mature, and powerful. A mighty catch to whomever he ended up with, but Fleur would beat them all.

She ignored the world to simply look at the raven-haired Gryffindor beside her.

"Bonsoir, 'Arry, 'ow 'ave you been? Are you alright after yesterday? I 'ave to say once again zat I am zankful," she whispered, partly because she didn't want others to listen to their conversation, but largely because she wanted an excuse to get as close to him as possible.

Harry, on the other hand, was flabbergasted at Fleur's audacity. He had planned to talk to her privately, but now she had just waltzed all the way to him in front of the entire Hogwarts population! He didn't think she had it in her to be so careless.

"I am alright, Fleur," he whispered back, "and you don't need to thank me again. I was just doing the right thing."

Fleur answered by moving her hand below the table and grasping his own confidently.

"You know 'Arry, I remembair zat you promised moi a tour around ze castle. Are you not going to fulfill your promise?"

Harry's heart was beating extremely hard at this point. His body temperature was rising even if he did not show it like the rest of the guys that were still transfixed on seeing them interacting together, jealousy evident in the eyes of both genders.

"I thought that was off. After how that ended," he responded firmly.

"Zat zing? I was overreacting. I showed you what I wanted yesterday, did I not?

Harry made a barely noticeable gulp. "You did, but… are you sure you want this?"

Fleur squeezed his hand. "I am sure."

Harry sighed. In many ways it was exactly what he wanted, the things that he had dreamed about had somehow come true but was unsure about how to proceed with the beautiful young woman beside him.

Still, he could not deny himself. He wanted to explore the possibilities with French champion that had managed to worm her way into him so efficiently.

He grabbed her hand this time and looked dead into her eyes. Excitement gripped him as he allowed himself such intimate contact with those bright sapphires, and with all the confidence in the world, he muttered the words that promised so much more for both of them.

"Meet me after dinner, on the seventh floor."

Harry waited nervously at the unrevealed entrance to the Room of Requirement. He thought that it was the best place to hide out the most beautiful woman in the world, a place that almost no one knew about, and even less could even point towards its location. He would have all the time in the world to talk to Fleur within the secret room.

His heart started to pound ever faster as the minutes passed by, briefly wondering if she had changed her mind. Maybe he was still dreaming? After all, such things could only truly happen in his deepest and most dark fantasies, but he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that this was reality.

His thoughts were interrupted by the distinct sound of heels clacking on the stone floor. Nobody in the school used heels except for some of the younger teachers like Vector or Sinistra. He was already forming an excuse on his head when he was greeted by the sight of Fleur walking over to him quickly. He noticed that she smiled beautifully once she caught the sight of him, something that made his already beating heart soar. She had the most beautiful smiles.

Once they reached each other though, there was nothing but heavy silence between the two. The two of them seemingly content with only taking each other in for a few seconds, looking at each other's eyes until it was Harry that regained control of the situation and coughed lightly, shaking Fleur from her trance as well.

"Well… here we are," he said, wincing at the statement.

Fleur didn't lose her smile though. " 'Ere we are."

She looked like she wanted to say more, but before they could, the Room of Requirement made its presence known to both of them.

"Well I guess we can begin the tour here," said Harry as he opened the door to allow Fleur entry.

The long-haired young woman nodded her thanks and proceeded to enter the room, she started to take in her surroundings, noticing that the chamber resembled a heavily furnished living room. She did not know if it was because she was feeling in a good mood or because she was with Harry, but the English décor looked to be almost pleasant this day.

She waited for said messy-haired wizard to enter behind her before turning over to him.

"Well, zis ees a nice place."

Harry nodded. "It's called the Room of Requirement. I can probably count on my hand the number of people that know it's location that are currently in the castle. We won't be disturbed."

"Très bien," Fleur said with a smile.

Harry was conflicted on where to begin with the beautiful French girl in front of him, he quickly signaled to the seats.

Once both of them took seats, they finally started to talk to one another.

"So…" started Harry.

"So?" responded Fleur.

Harry gave a deep breath. "So, what's the deal exactly?"

"Ze deal?"

"Look… how about we are completely honest with each other? About each other and about… that," the sharp intake of breath from Fleur was enough for Harry to know that she was aware of what he was referring to.

"Alright zen… you first?" she responded.

Harry nodded. "Well… when I first saw you, I thought you were pretty, but I wasn't attracted to you the way the others were. When I saw the way, you acted I was turned away almost immediately. I'm sorry to say this, but to me, you were absolutely every French stereotype that we ever heard about."

Fleur huffed. "Eet's not my fault zat your country is ze way eet ees."

Harry chuckled lightly before continuing. "Even so, there was no hostility towards you until our first interaction, back when I was chosen against my will to participate in the tournament. I am very proud of my accomplishments, so let's just say I was less than appreciative of being called a "leetle boy".

Fleur giggled a little. "Pardon, 'Arry."

Harry nodded before continuing. "I disliked you for a while, becoming annoyed at the mere sight of you. Then it happened, the day when the badges exploded, I saw a Fleur Delacour that was so different and so… lovely," Fleur's cheeks tinted a little, "When it happened I saw you. You were scared, vulnerable. I rushed to help you and looked straight into you. You were beautiful, the real you was beautiful in ways I had never seen from another woman. I was so angry before and one look at you calmed me. That's the moment I became attracted to you. I wanted to see more of the woman that appeared in those moments. The real Fleur Delacour."

Harry saw that Fleur's eyes started to get a little watery, her posture was not as confident as before, her lips quivering slightly.

"But you kept running away," he continued, "I kept having these thoughts, that if you were mine you would never be able to run away. I wanted you, but I couldn't have you. You were so unreachable, I couldn't find the way to express what I wanted, or what I felt. So, I put it into writing and tried to find a way, any way to get you to notice me. I thought I did well during the ceremony. I was finally able to speak to you… and then I messed it up."

Harry took another deep breath before continuing. "After that, I chose to ignore you so I could forget about you. I blamed myself for destroying any chance I might have had, I was going to burn everything that reminded me off… the things I like – so that I can be normal. Then yesterday happened and I am confused as to what I should do. Should I go ahead as I planned and try and be like everybody else, or should I pursue my desires?"

Fleur nodded at him, seemingly understanding his dilemma

She took a deep breath before she started to speak. "I noticed you ever since I arrived at zis dreadful country. During ze welcome feast I approached you because you were alone. I noticed ze bowl of bouillabaisse beside you was full. I do not like ze greasy Eenglish food, so I walked over to you because you were alone. I imagined zat talking to one overexcited boy was better zan talking to a dozen."

Harry saw as Fleur grabbed his hand before she continued. "You 'ave to understand, 'Arry, what eet means to be Veela. You are wanted only for your looks and can nevair let your guard down. I zought zat you would be anozzer one of zem. But I was wrong 'Arry, I was so wrong," she said in an almost pleading voice.

"I paid leetle attention to you after ze choosing, zat ees until ze day of ze explosions. You did somezing I zought was impossible. You 'eld me to protect me, and when I asked you to let me go, you did. No ozzer person would 'ave done so. I was amazed. Zen Madame Maxime started to tell my about you, about your accomplishments. She told me zat you were not prejudiced and zat you were brave. Zat you were talented and noble and powerful. Even someone like me can be impressed by tales like zat."

Harry nodded a little in a moment of self-absorption. What can he say? His track record clearly spoke for himself, as was expected of the future Lord Potter.

"But I denied eet to myself. No matter 'ow much I started to fantasize about us… I reasoned zat you were younger zan me, zat eet would end in tragedy for us. Zat was until ze ceremony when we talked. I was so glad to talk to you. Ze defenses I made around me started to go away… zen I saw the parchment."

Fleur dipped her head for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.

"'Arry, I… 'ave ze same fantasies as you do. I was angry because zat was ze only way I could react. I zought eet was too good to be true, zat not only were you resistant to my allure, but zat you and I shared ze same… interests. I lashed out against you because I was lashing out against myself. Against my nature… mon dieu… I am so sorry 'Arry!"

Harry saw tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes until she managed to compose herself enough to continue her side of the events.

"We separated from each ozzer zen. I was sad, sadder zan I had ever been. I zought zat I 'ad ruined everyzing. I wanted to go back in time and nevair say the zings I said. I saw zat you were ignoring me, and eet 'urt me zat my only chance of 'aving zat kind of 'appiness was over. I walked back to ze carriage… zen I was assaulted by zem."

The Potter heir restrained his anger at the mention of Adrian Pucey's gang. Even more than before now that he knew they would not be receiving the punishment they deserved.

"Zen you appeared 'Arry. You – brave, noble, and wonderful 'Arry Potter. I saw ze person you truly were and I wanted to be yours. Zere was no 'esitation, I signed ze contract, and I left eet to you. I want to be yours 'Arry. Eef you will still 'ave me," she finished, looking extremely tired as she poured all her feelings out to him.

Harry was momentarily stunned by hearing Fleur's side of the story, but there was more that he needed to know.

"Fleur… about those things. Why do you like them? When I see you, all that I can see is a strong and confident witch that would never bow down to any person. You could have any man kneeling at you… why do you wish to submit yourself to me?"

Fleur smiled sadly. "'Arry, you see 'ow ozzer look at me but 'ow do you zink I feel about eet?" Harry did not answer her question.

"I always 'ave to be in control of my allure, unless somezing bad 'appens. I cannot wear clothes like ozzer girls do or go out when I wish. I cannot trust people like zey do. Being in control of every part of yourself at all times… eet's exhausting, sometimes I feel zat I can't breathe. When I zink about submitting – about being bound and helpless and not being in control… zat ees when I truly feel zat I am free. When I can truly allow myself to be who I want to be, when I feel truly powerful and complete. But I 'ave not been able to find someone to trust completely wiz my feelings, my desires… until now."

Fleur then left her seat and knelt down beside him, her hands seeking his own as her eyes penetrated his own.

"Until you."

Harry breathed in deeply. "You trust me?"

Fleur nodded. "Oui, 'Arry. You 'ave proven yourself. You are ze only one I trust wiz my desires. Please, give us a anozzer chance. I know you feel bad about what you like. Eet feels like you are abnormal and a freak, but we are not. I felt terrible when I started to realize my desires, but I 'ave accepted what I am, my fantasies. I can 'elp you, and you can 'elp me."

Harry sighed before taking out the contract from under his robes, Fleur's eyes widening at the sight. The Potter heir then took out his wand and a small flame was conjured from the tip. He watched as Fleur's face fell into deep sadness as he burned the contract in front of her. Tears were trailing down her cheeks as she looked at him.

"I see… I am sorry 'Arry I-"

"It's not like that," Harry stated to her firmly, waiting until she composed herself before continuing. "I was selfish when I wrote this, only centered on what I wanted. I now know that this is not only for me, but for you as well. That's why I'm burning it. This isn't about me and what I want, it's about us and what we wish to have. So, let's start clean, you and me, we will start once again."

Tears once again welled in Fleur's eyes – tears of happiness – as she launched herself to Harry to embrace him, kissing him in both of his cheeks.

"Zank you! Zank you!" she gasped until her lips found his own.

Harry's eyes widened at Fleur's uncharacteristic enthusiasm, his heart soaring at the unexpected kiss.

None of his fantasies could ever compare to the real thing.

"Alright Fleur," he finally gasped when they were done. "So… do you want to begin?"

"Oui,"

Harry saw Fleur widen her eyes as he took out the collar from his bag, the black leather shining thanks to the lights that surrounded them. The young Veela's tongue traced her lower lip in fascination as she looked at the accessory.

Harry took snatched a pillow and placed it on the floor. Fleur understood the meaning immediately stood up and shakily knelt down on it, he noticed that she also placed her hands behind her back, almost like they were bound as well.

"Now there's an idea, but I don't want to be too rough with her now. Later on though…" he saved the mental image for later.

Her breath hitched when she felt the cool touch of the leather encircling her throat. Excitement coursed through her as she remembered all the vivid fantasies she had ever had. They were no comparison to the real feeling of having the real thing around your neck.

She maneuvered her hair with shaky hands so that Harry might lock the accessory on her, feeling herself become extremely aroused when the "click" of a small lock was the only sound that could be heard in the room.

After Harry finished locking the collar safely around her neck, he went back to seating in front of her to add the final part of the ensemble. A long chain that was fixed to a leather handle on one end and in the other was a small carabiner. He quickly fixed the latter to the O-ring that was protruding from Fleur's throat.

There was no denying who was in charge now. Harry seated in front of the kneeling silver-haired Veela, who had a collar locked around her neck securely. The Potter heir felt completely in control of the beautiful girl, the hands behind her back gave her a look of further submission.

Harry stood up and tugged on the leash. Fleur understood immediately and stood from her kneeling position. He guided her to the door that would take them outside of the Room of Requirement.

"Fleur, I do believe I owed you a tour of the castle."

"Now?!" questioned Fleur, looking at Harry with wide eyes.

"Now," he confirmed calmly. Inside he was anything but calm, however, his heart was still pumping at the sight of the black leather fastened around Veela's slender neck.

"Zat ees insane! Ze staff will see us!" Fleur exclaimed.

Harry simply took out two special items, on one hand, was his father's invisibility cloak and in the other, he had the Marauder's map. He was fairly confident the two invaluable tools would help them remain undetected from any prying eyes. These two instruments had already helped him many times before when he needed to break Hogwarts rules, now he was just doing it with the beautiful French girl this time.

"If someone comes near, we can use the invisibility cloak. Nobody will be able to see us," assured Harry as he showed her his father's trusty invisibility cloak.

"And zey won't be able to see us?" asked Fleur, her eyes looking down towards her feet.

Harry looked down to see what the problem was, groaning mentally when he finally looked at the fancy shoes that she was wearing. It was not the ornate and expensive design of the footwear in question that was the problem – it was the two-inch heels integrated within them. It would definitely make enough noise that they could be heard for a long time. Considering that Hogwarts witches did not wear heels either they would know that it was a French student walking around the halls at night.

'Leave it to the French to put more consideration into fashion than practicality.'

"Why doesn't your school just wear normal shoes?" he asked exasperatedly.

Fleur bristled and sent him her normal haughty look. "You mean zose abominations ze 'Ogwarts witches walk around wiz? Zey look terrible!"

"They serve a purpose and are more practical. Shoes are to protect our feet, that's the only role they have," countered Harry, but Fleur was still insistent.

"Non, shoes serve a higher purpose zan zat!" she defended.

They both looked at each other for some time before Fleur gave a small sigh and tried to go back to one of the seats. So fast in fact that Harry did not have the time to follow her. The handle to the leash still in her hand, it quickly went taught.

Fleur was momentarily shocked as the pressure around her neck so much that she stopped as she quickly touched the black leather around it. She had fantasized about this of course but did not truly realize how much such a simple artifact was able to limit her movement so efficiently. She turned back towards Harry, who quickly stepped beside her.

"Sorry, I did not know you were about to move," said Harry sincerely.

"Eet's alright, I'm just not used to zis," Fleur gasped as she shakily sat down. An excited blush started to appear on her cheeks.

Harry remained standing beside her as she started to take off her school shoes, leaving her feet clad only in her pantyhose. She took the opportunity to flex her previously confined toes before standing up and facing Harry once again with a mischievous little smile.

"Well zen Maître," she mocked lightly, "lead ze way."

Harry took a deep breath at the nickname.

"What? like that? We need to get you other shoes," responded Harry.

Fleur looked back at him. "No. Eef ze only shoes are like ze 'orrible ones your witches wear, zen I will much prefer to not wear any shoes at all," she said with a snooty tone.

The Potter heir had to laugh a bit internally. Feeling confident, he tugged on the leash lightly causing Fleur to take a light step over to him.

"Well, then let's go," said Harry, walking over to the door and leaving the Room of Requirement.

He imagined that it would be best to go top down, starting with the seventh floor in which they were located, and eventually go down the stairs until they were on the ground floor, so that she may be taken to the carriage for the night.

With her shoes gone, guiding Fleur around the castle was a safer affair. With so little sound being produced, Harry was fully confident that they would not be caught by any unwanted attention. Even if it did come to that, then he could always use the Invisibility cloak to hide Fleur and himself until they were away from danger.

At least that's what he thought at first. He was about to be proven very, very, wrong.

They were about to turn a corner in the seventh floor when all of the sudden a smaller figure came skipping until it nearly bumped into them. Harry and Fleur went rigid at the new arrival. It would not be a good sight for either of them. Two champions, both walking around the castle after the allowed hours, and one of them being led around by a collar They braced for the reaction, fully expecting either a Professor

Instead, they stood face to face with a dreamy looking blonde. She looked a little odd in spite of the blue lined robes that identified her as a Ravenclaw witch. She sported a necklace that seemed to be made out of butterbeer bottle caps, she also had an odd pair of huge colored spectacles that completely hid her eyes. Her wand was not hidden in her robes like most witches would, rather it was behind her ear.

It took some time for Harry to recognize her, but when he did, a sense of relief washed over him. He had heard about this individual, Luna Lovegood was her name. More commonly known as "Loony" Lovegood. Looking at her appearance, he kind of understood why some people would call her as such. That is not why he was relieved though, he was relieved because, with her reputation for oddness, no one would believe if she saw Harry Potter leading the much-desired French champion on a leash during the night.

Fleur was not as relieved, however, and immediately went stiff. A red hue immediately covered her face, a deep put immediately settled in her stomach. Her mind told her to run, but it was not even the collar that stopped her flight. It was the fact that she could not find the strength to run for safety. She stood there, looking at the odd blonde in front of them as she spoke.

"Oh, hello. I was not aware that there were people around here at night?" said the shorter blonde girl with a dreamy voice. She then looked over to Fleur. "Oh my! I must inform you that you are suffering from a large infestation of Wrackspurts!"

Harry simply looked confused at her.

"Wrackwhats?"

"Wrackspurts," she said with soft authority. "They're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy."

Fleur and Harry looked at the odd girl, then at each other before shrugging.

"What are you doing here at night?" asked Harry.

Luna took off the giant spectacles, revealing a pair of silvery eyes, a little darker than Fleur's hair color.

"I was trying to find my missing belongings… they were stolen by Nargles you see."

Harry's brow furrowed once more in confusion. "Nargles?"

Luna nodded rapidly.

"Terrible little creatures. They hide in mistletoes and steal when you are not looking," she then pointed towards her bottlecap necklace, "I have protection, but they have still taken my things away."

She then took a look at Fleur's feet and smiled. "I see they have also taken your shoes, I am also searching for them," she said.

Harry and Fleur looked down to see that her feet were indeed completely bare. The Potter heir sympathized with her immediately, knowing that her belongings were probably being taken by her Housemates rather than by any strange creature. Part of him wanted to tell her the reality of what was happening, trying to find the right words to break it to her.

Still, another part of Harry wanted to play with the possibilities a little more.

"Yeah, I'm actually helping her. Those nasty things have taken them away, that's why she hasn't returned back to the carriage," he explained with a matter of fact tone.

Fleur turned over to look at him with annoyance, but he just gave her a quick assuring smile before quickly turning back to the dreamy blonde girl.

"I see, she's your property then," she said, her right fist tapping against her open left palm in cute conviction.

Harry and Fleur both ended up gawking at her, the silver-eyed girl apparently having found nothing wrong with her statement if the small and innocent smile was anything to go by.

"Q-quoi?!" gasped Fleur, her shock causing her to slip back into her native language.

"He is leading you with that necklace, isn't he? That means he owns you."

Harry looked at the handle for the leash in his hand, almost forgetting he had been leading a collared girl through the hallways. He let out a small yet nervous chuckle.

"It's not what you think. I'm actually helping her with a very rare disease," answered Harry.

Luna looked confused for once, yet also curious. "A disease? Is it a magical disease?"

Harry shooed his head negatively.

"No, it's a disease that can also appear in Muggles. Mostly with Muggle women and witches," he said with amusement in his voice, looking at Luna's inquisitive look before continuing,

"It's called the bitch-flu," he announced. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fleur giving him a small glare.

"The bitch-flu?" questioned Luna.

"Yes, the bitch-flu. Symptoms may include incredible physical attractiveness, haughtiness, the impulsive need to put others down, excessive complaining, and an unhealthy obsession with modern fashion," he continued.

Fleur's small glare then became even bigger at the description, yet there was amusement in the gesture. The initial shock of being discovered was now gone. Her usual haughty demeanor was even more amusing now that she had a collar around her milky neck.

"I have never heard of such a disease. I am so sorry for you," Luna said sincerely to Fleur, making the French witch look even more exasperated that she already was. "Is there any cure?" she asked Harry this time.

"Education in manners and humility are known to be effective. Though those solutions take some time," said Harry before turning to look at Fleur's blue eyes. "A quicker but more painful solution is a good spanking."

Fleur dropped her glare rapidly upon hearing that, the red color once again returning to her cheeks as she started to imagine herself strewn across Harry's lap face down as his open palm repeatedly slapped against her bottom after she had been particularly naughty.

'No, Bad Fleur! Bad!' she thought to herself as she shook her head to get her mind off the small fantasy.

"I will try to research this disease. If I ever show some of the symptoms, I will ask you to give me the cure yourself," she said to the flabbergasted champions, before once again skipping away on her bare feet – something that made her virtually soundless – with that same dreamy look on her face to what Harry assumed was the Ravenclaw tower.

"What was zat?" asked Fleur, her embarrassment now gone, replaced by annoyance at the encounter.

"That… that was Luna Lovegood," said Harry.

Fleur looked at him with slight anger. "We 'ave been found out. You said we would not be caught!"

Harry tried to pacify the fuming French champion. "I'm sorry. Won't happen again. Besides, it was Luna Lovegood. She could tell the whole castle that the sky was blue and they would doubt her."

"But why did you speak to 'er about what we were doing. What were you zinking?!" she said to Harry alarmedly.

"Don't worry about it, let's just get on," he said with a slight tug on the leash, causing Fleur to cross her arms and let out a small huff.

"Vairy well. But eef she goes around ze school asking you to spank 'er tomorrow, zen eet was your fault, not mine!" she said and continued forward.

"Don't worry, the only person that's getting spanked in the nearby future is you," he said to her.

Harry got a little confident in that moment and let his hand wander behind her shapely bottom before giving it a little tap, causing the French witch to immediately give a small jump and an uncharacteristic yet very cute and feminine squeak. She turned to him to send another small glare but changed it with a playful little smirk before continuing forward.

Harry was taken aback a little. 'Seems she's a bit of a little minx inside. What have I unleashed?'

As promised, he gave her a small tour of the castle, making special note of the points of interest of the school. They passed through several classrooms, they were very lucky to not step right into one of the prefects or Professors that were patrolling the halls.

There were a couple of times that were close, in those moments they would both huddle together as they enveloped themselves in the invisibility cloak until they could get away. Harry enjoyed having her so close to him that he eventually started to take routes occupied routes so that he could feel the beautiful witch even closer.

It was an amazing thing, having Fleur clutching his robes closely, her delicate breath breathing with a little panic while the danger passed them by, the flowery scents that he had learned to relate to her. His control over her was intoxicating, he would lead her wherever he wanted her to go, she was obliged to follow him.

They almost got caught on the third floor. Harry remembered his first year when they needed to sneak into the forbidden floor in order to get the Philosopher's Stone. They had also used the invisibility cloak back then. They had also had the bad luck to run into Mrs. Norris. There once again, Harry and Fleur had to huddle together in order to not be seen by the resentful squib.

As he was getting away however, Fleur turned to him and searched for Harry's embrace. They had done this before, twice. But this time there was quiet, there was no danger. The Potter heir held her for what seemed like an eternity. Her body was complete perfection, yet it was the warmth she gave him that truly made him feel so powerful at the moment. Even without considering the collar and leash, her surrender was evident.

Fleur, on the other hand started to slowly let go of the constant control of her allure. The feeling was incredible, not once did Harry ever turn into a beast when she started to unleash it. She had been afraid that his self-control was a bi-product of being in intense situations when she had let go in the past. Now she knew better… and she was loving every second of it.

They both started to make their way back to the staircases but Harry took out the map in order to see how they could proceed to the lower levels in order to get back to the carriage.

"It's too dangerous right now, there are many prefects on the ground floor. I think we may get caught," he whispered to Fleur.

"Your room ees on ze fourth floor, wasn't eet?" she asked, waiting for his nod. "Zen let's go over zere and wait."

Harry nodded and both went back upstairs to the fourth floor, where his private room was now located. He did not worry much about this floor, the only other person that occupied it was Cedric, who was also given his own chambers as a Triwizard champion.

Fleur stepped into the room after him. Harry saw her looking over at the large couch that was in front of the lit fireplace. He immediately guided her to the seat and unclipped the leash from the collar. The leather piece around her neck was still fastened though, and he made his way behind her in order to try and unbuckle it.

To his surprise, Fleur placed her grabbed his hand as he started to undo the buckle.

"Non, leave eet on for some more time," she said, her fingers tracing the black leather. A small yet beautiful smile formed on her lips.

'She's getting into this even more than me,' thought Harry bemusedly.

He watched as she reclined down on the couch, lifting her legs to the couch so that she lay content on the comfortable piece of furniture. She closed her eyes, her fingers still tracing the collar. Harry took this opportunity to retrieve something he had left on top of his bed before he had left. He didn't expect to be using them so soon, but the situation certainly called for it.

Harry did not know what force gave him the audacity to move towards her, but he made his way back to the front of the couch silently, like a predator sizing up a particularly tasty prey. He then grabbed both her ankles and sat down on the couch, resting her legs on his lap.

The action caused Fleur too look at him in surprise, even more so when he started tracing his fingers across her silk clad legs. Still, she gave him her coquettish grin.

"And what do you zink you are doing, Maître?" she asked innocently.

"You were hogging all the space," he answered, "I'm going to have to punish you later."

Her smile got even more pronounced, and thus started a flirtatious war. Her hands leaving the collar and straying over below her skirt, she then started to pull down on her hose, milky white skin revealing itself. Fleur then stopped, expecting him to continue pulling down the garment himself.

Harry momentarily hesitated. This was getting a little out of hand, but confidence swelled in him and he dared to pull off the hose completely, revealed her soft thighs, long legs, and all the way to her pedicured toes.

Slowly, Harry dared to once again let his slightly trembling fingers trace her legs. Her skin was incredibly soft, completely flawless; he then let his whole hand rest on her thighs. He had let her do this, but it was once again time to gain dominance of the situation. The Potter heir raised his other hand to reveal the object that he had picked up earlier.

Fleur felt her heart stop upon seeing the soft white rope on Harry's hand. At first, she thought that what she was feeling was fear. There was only one thing that rope meant in their situation. But the tingling sensation in her spine made the young Veela realize that what she was feeling was excitement. With a shaky nod, she gave her approval to her green-eyed dominant.

Harry was feeling similarly excited as he grabbed her ankles and started to wrap the rope around her ankles until a soft laugh interrupted him. He turned back to see Fleur's amused smile.

"You 'ave nevair done zis before, 'ave you, 'Arry?"

Harry gave her a sheepish smile. "Not really, I didn't think there was much to it."

Fleur smiled at him before she started to give him instructions on how to properly bind her feet.

"Do a loop wiz ze rope. Zat's right – now you put zem around my ankles and start wrapping eet. Now trace ze rope in ze middle to tie zem tighter."

Harry followed Fleur's precise instructions, eventually finishing with a simple knot. In the end, the rope was wrapped around both ankles horizontally at first so that they were bound together. The rope was then turned vertically between the ankles to further secure them, almost like a pair of white cuffs. He made sure that the ropes were not too tight. Even with it being soft, he did not want to cause damage to Fleur's soft skin.

It was still very secure, as Fleur started to test it by trying to move her feet and finding it quite impossible to separate both her ankles to both their amusement. She looked at Harry slyly and offered her hands, allowing him to bind her other two extremities together.

Harry did not need to be encouraged further and started to tie both her wrists as well. This time he needed no indication, and fully enjoyed the act of coiling so that her hands were now bound together. Like before he made sure that the rope went over the strands that already capture her wrists in order to make sure that each hand was more secure.

The haze on his mind finally cleared and he took in the sight that he had created. There was Fleur – the woman of unparalleled beauty – tied up and at his mercy. He could not help but become even more excited at the image. His excitement only increased as he saw Fleur struggling playfully with her bonds, trying in vain to see if there was any conceivable way to free herself from the white restraints. The smile on her face reminded him that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

Fleur eventually got tired of struggling, and the now familiar look of mischief was plastered on her face again. Harry already knew what it looked like, her eyes would brighten up, and she would bite her lips as she smiled.

The platinum-haired Veela swung her legs away from his lap and managed to stand up, wobbling lightly at the forced posture before she surprised him by sitting down on his lap. He was glad that she managed to only land on her leg. Any closer and her shapely bottom would be feeling the poke of his excited manhood.

"So, my Lord Potter, you 'ave taken zis lovely flower from France into your lair of perverseness, what evil zings do you 'ave planned for her?" questioned Fleur sultrily.

"Well, I have so much planned for this flower, so much that I dare not say it all at once," he responded, momentarily stunned at his new-found audacity and confidence.

Fleur pouted at him as she started to slowly grind her bottom in his lap, slowly licking her lips in arousal. She similarly was impressed by her audacity but figured that it was a side effect of having absolutely no control over her allure, letting it all out with the one person she confided in so much. It was as he had told Harry before, the less control she had over the situation, the more freedom she ultimately felt. It was intoxicating, to give every worry she had to a person that was more than willing to take it.

Signing that contract was turning into the greatest decision she had ever made.

Harry knew, however, that he needed to keep control of both himself and Fleur. It would not do to drag this little session out to dangerous levels, he was the one in command, and as such, he needed to be the one who set the limitations for now.

"Fleur, it's getting late, really late. Let's not do things something that we will both regret tomorrow," he said in a stern voice.

Fleur sighed. "I understand, 'Arry," she said with an understanding smile, "But… well, 'ow do you zink we can go to ze carriage wiz ze Aurors and Prefects out zere guarding ze entrance?"

Harry cursed himself, he did not think that they would be able to leave now that the entrance to the castle was sealed for the night if what Dumbledore told him was true. Even with the invisibility cloak they would not be able to open the giant doors unseen. The other passages were too far away from the carriage, he did not want to expose Fleur to the cold Scottish nights, especially since he knew of her fondness for warmer environments.

"You can spend the night here if you want," he said.

Fleur gasped dramatically. "Monsieur Potter, are you saying zat I – a young and vulnerable Veela – will sleep beside you tonight? Such daring, Maître."

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, you take the bed. I this couch looks comfortable enough for me."

Fleur shook her head. "Non, 'Arry. Eet ees your bed, I will not take eet. Besides, you are ze dominant, I am ze submissive."

Harry frowned. "Do you think just because you are my submissive that I can treat like you're inferior. You're right, I am the dominant, that means that I have to take care of you," he told her firmly. "Besides, who said a dominant can't pamper his submissive?" he added.

The emerald-eyed wizard then grabbed the bound Veela and lifted her in a bridal style position, eliciting a squeak from Fleur. Harry looked as she struggled playfully, her bound hands pressed to her chest protectively.

"You savage!"

Harry chuckled as he carried her to the king-sized bed, separating the silk drapes in order to lay his beautiful burden on the large mattress.

"I'm sorry Fleur, I don't have any women's clothes for you to wear during the night," he said.

"Eet's not a problem." she assured as her hands slipped into her uniform to retrieve her wand.

Harry saw the familiar sight of the ornate rosewood wand, she pointed it towards her school uniform and watched as the light blue garments transformed into a silk nightgown of the same color. He couldn't help but blush at the glorious sight, immediately turning away.

"You can stare 'Arry. Remembair, you are ze dominant. Eet won't do for you to not gaze upon your slave," declared Fleur seductively.

Harry looked back to the beautiful girl. She lay on the bed like a captured angel, platinum hair splayed around her, the black collar along with the ropes made her seem almost like she was there without her consent, taken from innocence into the world of perversion and submission. Nobody knew this side of her. They only saw the strong, unbending beauty. Only he was the witness to this side of Fleur: playful, curious, sultry…

'And she is mine.'

The raven-haired teen smiled as he made his way to the lavatory connected to the room so that he may also change for the night, giving Fleur some time to prepare herself for the night. Once he returned, however, he saw that Fleur still had not freed herself like he expected

He made his way to her in order to untie the ropes that held her hands and feet bound but Fleur just made her way back to the bed's headrest.

"Fleur, it's time to rest. Do you want to spend the rest of the night like this? You'll get marks tomorrow," said Harry.

Fleur just smiled as she bit her lip. "Zen come over 'ere and take zem off, Maître."

Harry sighed before striking. Using his seeker speed, he quickly grabbed the young woman's ankle dragged her. Fleur laughed as he placed himself on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her while his legs prevented hers from moving.

"You are being very naughty Fleur. Between this and you belittling me at the choosing, I think you've earned yourself a might punishment," he flirted.

Fleur smirked as he started to undo the knots on the rope. Feeling a little playful, he started with her ankles, followed by the wrists. Red marks were visible where the ropes had been previously, but he suspected that they might be gone by the morning. He took out the key to the collar once again and this time Fleur reluctantly let him take off the leather accessory – the symbol of her submission – from her lily white slender neck.

He was about to leave but just like last night, Fleur grabbed his arm.

" 'Arry… zis bed ees big enough for ze both of us," she suggested.

"What?! Fleur I don't want to –"

"Not zat. Just… share ze bed for ze night?"

In the back of their mind, Fleur knew that this may have been going too far and too soon, but she did not care. The whole night was like a drug, and she wanted more and more. She wanted to experience everything that had been denied to her, she wanted to fairy-tales to come true.

She wanted Harry to make them come true.

Harry sighed. "Very well. But the next time we have one of these sessions I am going to give you some… discipline, for going too far and disobeying."

Fleur giggled. "I will keep zat een mind, Maître."

Harry undid the covers and allowed the blue-eyed French girl to get under them. The night was especially cold, so he was sure Fleur would want as much warmth as was possible. He quickly cast a fire spell on the heater before climbing on the bed.

"Good night, Fleur," he said and quickly closed his green eyes, barely hearing his companion's words before going into a deep slumber.

"Bonne nuit, 'Arry."

AN: Song recommendation for the chapter is "Still of the Night" by Whitesnake from their self-titled 1987 album. One of the best metal love epics you will ever hear.

I hope this chapter justifies all the previous angst present in my writing. Fluff is coming.

So, this should really set the tone for how the first kinky interactions between Harry and Fleur will be like. Harry is not an experienced dominant/master the way many stories seem to portray him, both him and Fleur are young and interested in exploring their desires, not sex experts.

Harry seems to keep getting in trouble with the Ministry and the pureblood families. I wonder; will this come to bite him in the ass eventually? I'm setting the stage for bigger things after Voldemort is resurrected.

The political situation will be explored later on the second arc of the story, which will start after Fourth year concludes. I wanted to make sure to not have the usual "light", "grey/neutral", and "dark" parties. Instead they are divided into political interests, including social and economic situations, much like they would in a real world political system.

Also… Luna! I enjoy reading and writing her so much. We will definitely see more of her later on, especially fifth year.

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Also, I have been getting the usual writer's block that usually results after starting a huge story. I do not think that this will be a problem, I do not plan on abandoning it at all, no matter how much time it takes to update, but I do wish to see if I can start another of my planned stories if I ever do get a little writer's block.

"A Godfather's Promise" will still be my main priority, but I do wish to have another story started to increase interest from other fandoms as well as help me when I get stuck writing this story. It really helps when I have inspiration for something else to keep me active as a writer.

POLL ANNOUNCEMENT!

As such I have a poll on my profile in which you are able to choose which one you are most interested in.

Also, I do have a DeviantArt account. While it is still empty, I may be posting some non-fanfiction BDSM writing (or "too hot for fanfiction") in there. The name is different however, LordPain312, if I do get a Core Membership, I plan on changing the name as well to the Metal Sage

Thank you all again for your support.

Coming up next: the first task.

Until next time

The Metal Sage