A Godfather's Promise

AN: Chapter 11 is here!

I really want to get started on what comes after the Tournament and start building up the conflicts. That said, this is still primarily a romance fic, and this chapter certainly reflects that.

Warning if you didn't get it already this chapter escalates the erotic parts of the story a little bit more than before.

Chapter song is "Caught in the Middle" by Yngwie Malmsteen from their 1985 album "Caught in the Middle". You'll see why after you're done reading.

With that out of the way, enjoy the chapter.

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

"Foreign Language"

A Godfather's Promise

Chapter XI: Caught in the Middle

The Yule Ball was a momentous occasion that was a tradition for the Triwizard Tournament, which in itself was an event that had not been realized in centuries. Safe to say – despite the attendance being reduced essentially to mostly students – the attention of the entire Wizarding World was upon it.

Unfortunately, Harry Potter realized the next day that the attention of their entire world also meant no little amount press coverage.

Press coverage being written and reported by one Rita Skeeter apparently, as Harry found out during breakfast when he received his daily dose of Ministry propaganda provided – as always – by the Daily Prophet. The title was enough for him to know what kind of story was being spun by the scandal saleswoman that had tried to besmirch the Potter heir's name since the moment they met.

BOY-WHO-LIVED AND FRENCH VEELA PHILANDER DURING BALL!

By: Rita Skeeter

The Yule ball is a standard tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since it's inception. It is a moment of relaxation to celebrate the unity of the various schools that participate in the aforementioned Tournament. A merry time for friendships to be forged and for enmities to be lost.

It'll come as a shock then, when I reveal to you the actions that one of our more famous young students, Harry James Potter, took during such a sacrosanct event.

To the surprise of most students, Mr. Potter did not decide to invite a witch of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but rather a foreigner from France, and a Veela at that!

Indeed, Mr. Potter decided that for his date he would be inviting a fellow champion, the Beauxbatons champions to be exact, Ms. Fleur Isabelle Delacour. It is my sacred duty as a reporter to inform the public that Ms. Delacour is in fact, a Veela.

The fact that Mr. Potter – only heir to the oldest and wealthiest family in all of wizarding Britain – invited a foreigner would be suspicious enough, but the fact that this foreigner is in fact a Veela should make us all concerned for the future of House Potter, not to mention House Black as well. As such, I have gone ahead and investigated further into this shocking development.

For starters, it should be said that Veela are known to have an allure that is able to confound and entrance people – mostly men – into doing their bidding. One wonders if this hidden ability of their race is similar to that of the Imperious Curse, one of the Three Unforgivables might I remind the readers.

One other thing we must be informed of is that Veela have a tendency to go towards rich and influential men for their partners. In France, this infestation has crept even to their Ministry, with some of the top-ranking politicians, Mr. Delacour included of course.

Given these facts, one wonders if Mr. Potter has not been in some way entranced against his own will by the French champion, seeking to have a nefarious hand in the wealth and power of the future lord of the oldest and most noble house in our great country. It might explain the erratic – and quite frankly, appalling – actions Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour partook in during the previous nights.

"He seems entranced nowadays. He no longer hangs out with the same people he used to. It's only 'Fleur this' and 'Fleur that'. Bloody annoying, I tell you!" says Ronald Weasley, a particularly colorful figure if I might say so myself.

During the Ball, Mr. Potter and Ms. Delacour interacted Ms. Susan Bones – niece of the famous Madam Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement – and invited her to dance. No, I did not miswrite that, Ms. Delacour invited poor and vulnerable Susan Bones to a dance just like a man and woman would.

"It was horrid! Two women interacting in such a way is nothing short of a disgrace!" is the way Draco Malfoy describes the scene.

While I will not comment on the moral degradation of French culture, I will say that such a sight is not adequate for impressionable witches out there, not in this side of the English Channel it isn't.

If Mr. Potter happens to read this while he is not under the potential influence of Ms. Delacour, I will say that he needs to think long and hard about what his decision in partners means not only for himself, but for British Wizarding culture as a whole.

For more information on House Potter and its history, see page four.

For more information on the Veela, see page five.

Harry's hands were trembling in pure, unadulterated fury as he read word after word of the article that the Daily Prophet had decided was worthy of front page news. That cunt, Rita Skeeter, had done it again. He would be pissed enough if the slanderous reporter had only written about him. But no, she had decided that Fleur and Susan would be made victims as well.

On the back of his mind, he wondered why his own dance with Daphne had not been reported on, but he guessed that the fear of getting on Cygnus Greengrass' bad side was enough of a deterrent.

But the news had brought Harry into a realization that he had ignored for the past month. He was still a champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and he hadn't been preparing very well for the upcoming second task. True, it would be in a couple of months and the Potter heir had certainly been training with Sirius and Remus, but combat spells would not be enough if he didn't know what he would be facing up next.

The only clue as to what the second task would entail was hidden away in those obnoxious golden eggs both Harry and Fleur had locked away after a heavy screeching greeted them after being opened. The frustration over finding out the clue had withered, replaced by a desire to be which each other.

But now it was time to really start to prepare for the task. The emerald-eyed wizard was sure that Cedric and Krum were already trying to crack open the code of the golden egg, whether they had been successful, he did not know. One thing was certain though: the first one to find out the secrets of the egg would be the one with the most advantage.

Which is why later that day he started to inspect the egg more closely, trying to find a hidden clue within the smooth golden surface, some kind of marking or rune that would help the dark-haired Gryffindor solve the vexing puzzle.

Harry took it everywhere he went to – meals, classes, training. He even slept with it by his side, but to no avail.

Fleur eventually started to do the same, trying in vain to find a way to solve the ever-elusive mystery of the egg. Any thought of both competing against one another seemed to be gone, at least until they both managed to find the information necessary to prepare for the upcoming second task.

The obsession was such that one day he took the egg during daily ablutions.

"You're taking ze egg to shave?" came the voice of Fleur from the bedroom. "Aren't you getting a little bit worried? Ze task is still two months away!"

"The sooner we get this screeching abomination to decipher its contents, the sooner we will be able to prepare," responded Harry.

The egg in question was sitting at the side of sink, where running water was pouring down while Harry was finishing shaving away the last parts of the scruffy beard he'd been growing the last few weeks.

Between his desires and the changing body, Harry was noticing just how much puberty was hitting him like a train.

The concentration on the cleaning of his face took attention away from the egg, and while Harry was trying to reach for the towel, his hand accidentally brushed against the golden artifact, creating a small splash where the accumulated water had been building up.

"This fucking thing, I swear." Harry lazily tried to pick up the shining object until he noticed something strange.

The delicate engravings that had at one point seemed like another pattern in the egg started to glimmer brightly upon coming into contact with the water. For once the dull gold of the object started to change in a way Harry had not seen before.

He had broken the code.

"Water!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"What was zat?" asked Fleur.

"Bring your egg! Come quick!"

Harry felt his girlfriend come into close contact with him. "What is it?"

"Look at the egg." He then took the away from the sink. "Put yours in," he said and watched as Fleur also laid her own egg in the water.

Like his own egg, the dull gold pattern started to glow slightly. Fleur's face brightened as they both so the once mysterious objects starting to unravel its secrets after many days of questions and tests.

"I think we need to open them when they are underwater," said Harry. "Sink's too small, and we only have a shower." He thought carefully about where to find a large source of water – barring the Black Lake of course.

"Don't you 'ave access to a bigger bathroom?" asked Fleur.

Harry was in thought for a moment. "There's the prefects' bathroom. I'll ask Cedric about it."

Fleur smiled at him. "I 'ope we can get your shower upgraded to a full bathroom at some point." She looked over at the shower with some disdain and huffed. "Do ze English 'ave no sense of romantisme? You would 'ave zought ze 'marriage quarters' would 'ave a bathroom worthy of a young couple in love."

"I think this room was for the younger couples… back when marriages between first years was seen as acceptable," Harry said uncomfortably.

"Zere are ozzer quarters?"

"I think there are, but I guess Dumbledore didn't want to show too much favoritism by giving one of the more lavish quarters." Harry looked over at their room. "I think we made good with what we got, don't you?"

Fleur smiled. "Any place is good wiz you, mon chéri."

Harry smirked at her. "When you're done with classes today, grab your bathing suit and come meet me over there."

"What kind of bathing suit, Maître?" Fleur asked saucily.

Harry slapped her derriere softly. "I'll leave that up to you, beautiful."

Classes went as usual, Hermione sitting down with him and Neville was the only difference. The brown-haired Gryffindor found Daphne to be quite grating, and scenes such as the one happening in front of him weren't unusual now.

"The instructions clearly say that you must add three drops of bat blood. Three and no more – three!" berated Hermione.

"Typical amateur. Everyone with a gift for Potions will tell you that the final result will sometimes vary depending on the weather, time of day, and even whether the environment was controlled or not. You have to feel what the potion needs in order to succeed," Daphne shot back.

Hermione was undeterred however. "These books are standardized so that it works on every situation. There is not reason to put five drops just because you feel that it needs them. What does your feeling have to do with anything?"

"Those books are standardized, of course… standardized for the seventeenth century. But guess what, Granger – this is the twentieth!"

"You're still justifying it because you feel like putting more. How do you know you will succeed?"

Daphne huffed haughtily. "Potions is noble and elegant art, Granger. It requires a certain amount of grace… small wonder why you aren't number one in this subject."

"You – "

"Please," Neville interrupted, "Can't we all just – "

"I'll be dead before I take Potions advice from you, Longbottom. How about you go and cause an explosion somewhere else," Daphne spat.

"Daphne," Harry warned. "Stop and apologize."

"Potter," she said before dropping another two drops of the bat's blood into the cauldron, causing it to become the appropriate color. "I don't apologize for being right."

"No, but you will apologize for acting up just now," replied Harry.

Daphne gave one of her patented demeaning looks. "Oh really, are you gonna force me now?"

Harry smirked before closing the distance between the two of them and whispering to her ear. "I will if you don't start behaving like a good girl."

Daphne's cheeks went red. "Y-you… shut up, Potter!" She picked up her things and made her way to the door. "Give that to the professor and wait for your Outstanding grade!"

Harry continued to smile as the violet-eyed girl exited the classroom, her face still completely flustered.

"Seriously!" Hermione said in exasperation. "What a… cun–"

"Don't finish that word or the same goes to you, 'Mione," interrupted Harry.

"How can you put up with her?"

Harry chuckled. "You have to find what Daphne's triggers are in order to make her behave."

"I don't want to spend more time with that girl in order to figure out what her 'triggers' are," Hermione responded, still glaring at the seemingly perfect potion in front of them. "Let's do another one."

"Hermione," warned Harry. "Now you're the one trying to belittle Daphne. Be a little humble when you're proven wrong."

"But Harry –"

"No buts. The potion is done, let's just give it to Snape and leave," Harry commanded, grabbing his warm cloak.

If it could even be possible, the weather that way was even worse than it had been previously. Fleur had been particularly clingy last night, practically welding her lingerie clad form to him. It was getting particularly hard to not let his hormones take over his senses, and Harry didn't think it would take long before they would be doing something more extreme in their activities.

"Want to head over to the Common Room?" Hermione asked once they left the classroom. "We could study together… like we used to."

"Sorry, 'Mione," said Harry as sympathetically as possible. "I have things to do right now."

"Oh… alright then… some other time." She turned around and quickly made her way over the seventh floor. More than likely she would be trying to find a way to beat Daphne's potions.

Harry quickly half ran to his own room, only to find that Fleur had still not arrived. She must be talking with her Madame Maxime once again in order to not arouse suspicion. Still, it left Harry some time alone to think about what they after they figure out the mystery of the egg.

With no small degree of excitement, Harry opened the big chest hidden under the bed. He had expressly Fleur from opening it, for it revealed the equipment he had brought. They would make their activities far more… interesting, than before.

Quickly, her perused around the chest, slightly overwhelmed by the scents of leather and rubber that emanated from some of the pieces of clothing and restraints he had bought. Finally, he grabbed the thing he was looking and promptly locked and hid the container once again under the bed.

After that, Harry went over to his bag and placed in the surprise he would use for Fleur, along with his swimming trunks and two towels.

The opening of the door signaled the entrance of his gorgeous girlfriend.

"Sorry for being late, mon chéri," said Fleur tiredly. "Madame kept me for more time zan I expected." She went over to him and kissed him. "Mon dieu! It's so cold outside. I want to stay in ze bed all weekend and keep ze fire going as high as possible."

"I'm sure the showers will be piping hot," responded Harry before kissing her again. "Did you bring your egg?"

"Of course. Let's go zere now. I'm frozen to ze bones!"

Harry led the way over to the door Cedric had told him about earlier during the day. It was only one floor above where their room was, and the door itself was almost concealed by the statue of "Boris

"Pine Fresh!" he said with a commanding voice, and the door opened wide.

It was one of the most lavish things Harry had ever seen by far. The entire place was pure white marble, cleaned to a sparkling shine, lit by a luxurious chandelier filled with candles, which gave a dim and relaxing light to the room.

The bathing area itself almost resembled a pool. There was even a diving board! Around it, there were dozens of taps, each with a differently colored jewel. One the far wall, there was a portrait of a pretty mermaid treating her hair delicately.

Fleur huffed haughtily. "So zis is what passes for decorum for ze English. I guess it will 'ave to do."

Harry spanked her ass lightly. "Don't be rude, beautiful." He pointed over to one of the changing rooms. "Get dressed while I prepare the bath."

Fleur giggled. "As you command, Maître."

Harry set his bag besides the bath and opened several of the taps. Cedric had told him about their function, some of them dispensed hot water while others discharged bubbles and foam, each with a different color. The Gryffindor filled it with piping hot water, knowing Fleur's Veela heritage would appreciate the warmth.

Reaching for his school bag, Harry took out his own swimming trunks and started to undress, already sweating due to the heavy humidity that came with the heat of the water. Just like with many of his personal clothes, the garment was red and black.

With some trepidation, the Potter heir slipped inside of the hot water. It was warmer than he was used to, but not by much. Besides, he was willing to accommodate for Fleur's needs even if it meant that he would be a little uncomfortable.

Speaking of his girlfriend, Harry heard the marble door open again in order to reveal Fleur Delacour, wearing a white bathrobe and striding over to him with a red face.

"The waters hot, just like you want it, beautiful." Still, Fleur took no more steps. She seemed nervous, insecure in a way. "What is it?" he asked.

"I… I did not bring…" Fleur muttered, seemingly hesitant to say more. "'Arry… mon amour. I – I want you to see me," she finally gasped.

Harry frowned. "I am seeing you, love. I see you almost every day now."

Fleur laughed nervously. "Not like zat… I want you to see all of me."

The young Veela then parted her robes, revealing that she was not wearing anything behind them.

Her body was perfection. Even the mermaid behind them paled in comparison to the beauty that was before Harry in that moment.

Her long silver hair framed two perfect breasts. They were not huge – Veela evolved to meet the beauty standards of the old nobility, which asked for more modesty in the size in terms of the women's bosom – but they were still beautifully shaped, capped off with slightly rosy nipples at the center. If Harry were to guess, they were a mid C-cup.

The silver tresses went on past her stomach until the tips framed a smooth and hairless womanhood, below that were her long legs. All of it revealed completely unblemished white skin.

Harry had to admit to being momentarily floored, his brain going completely overload at seeing the perfect woman made flesh in front of his eyes laid completely bare. It did not last; his self-control was enough that he managed to shake himself off the daze after a few moments.

'How the hell did I manage to be so lucky?!'

Fleur was still looking on nervously. "Do you like it, Maître?"

Harry smirk threatened to rip his face. "Like it? What do you think, beautiful?"

Fleur smiled nervously as she stepped into the bath, sighing as the hot water covered her entire body. The French witch immediately went over to him until and sat beside him but that immediately changed when she sought to find a better seat in his lap.

Harry could not hold himself anymore and sought out Fleur's lips, caressing her wet hair as his ravenous mouth met hers. She went further than him by feeling his body with her own. The Gryffindor could even feel her breasts meeting with his own chest.

"Touch me 'Arry… mon chéri… please feel your Fleur," she gasped once he let go.

The green-eyed wizard did just that, his hands slowly went down until the managed to touch her soft breasts, feeling the suppleness and eventually kneading softly. His finger found the small nipples, now tender from the bath's warmth, and started to pinch them lightly.

"Mmm… oui… like zat…" muttered Fleur, blue eyes closed and her teeth biting her own lips.

Harry continued on with his left hand, but his right started to explore more of her gorgeous body, going down her back and eventually settling with grabbing her firm, generous ass tightly, eliciting even more moans from the silver-haired beauty.

Time seemed to stop, however, when Fleur's hands also started to wander, specifically down to his swimming trunks.

"I don't zink you will need zem now, Maître," Fleur whispered lusciously. "I also want to see you."

Swallowing but determined, Harry's hands left Fleur's body in order to take of his only piece of clothing and, freeing his member – which at this point was as hard as a rock – from its confines.

Fleur licked her lips as her hands brushed down his body in order to touch his manhood. Harry saw the Veela's eyes widen slightly when she touched it, feeling it slightly with her hand. By this point, his cock was probably hotter than the water around them.

"'Arry…" Fleur whined. "I need zis… I need zis in me right now."

Harry however, had a little more control than the lustful Veela. "No," he commanded. "Not right now. I want our first time to be… special. More special than this."

"But 'Arry!"

"Fleur," Harry's voice was far stricter now, "you will stop right now."

With a pout, Fleur finally let go of his tool, yet her hands returned back to his chest. "Yes, Maître."

"Obviously, I have to control you now." He reached for the bag and took out a heavy piece of metal and showed it to Fleur, who's eyes widened once again at the sight.

They were a pair of metal shackles, far stricter than the blue handcuffs Fleur had often tied herself with. These manacles were heavy duty, each cuff two inches long and quite thick.

"Hands behind your back, beautiful."

Fleur – still sitting on his lap – turned around without hesitation and offered her hands. It was slightly difficult to put them under the water, but he managed just right, sliding the metal bars into both cuffs before hearing the characteristic clicking sound.

Having secured Fleur, Harry's arms wrapped around her possessively, sliding the Veela to him until his chest met her back.

"Do you like them, beautiful?" Harry whispered in her ear, hot breath dancing around her lobe as he slowly bit into it.

"I love zem!" moaned Fleur, experimenting her lack of movement with the heavy-duty manacles.

"That's a good girl," said Harry before sliding his hands around her body once again.

His attention once again returned to Fleur's breasts. Carefully, he started to pinch her nipples, increasing the intensity with every gasp and moan that the silver-haired witch made.

"You are mine, Fleur," Harry growled silently.

"I am yours, Maitre," gasped Fleur. "I am your Fleur. I am your pretty – ah! – French flower."

Harry chuckled as he stopped kneading her right breast and instead started to trail his palm down her stomach until it reached her womanhood.

" 'Arry!" gasped Fleur.

"Shhh… don't worry, it's me, beautiful."

Slowly, Harry began exploring this strange new organ he had never touched before, trying to memorize the places that seemed to stimulate Fleur the most, as well as those that would only tease her.

He kept on kissing her shapely neck, occasionally nipping at it as he became well acquainted with Fleur's most sacred area. The Veela's gasps seemed to accelerate when he concentrated on a small little bud almost at the top of her love box.

"Nhhhh… ah! Please, 'Arry!" whined Fleur.

"Please what, love?" Harry whispered.

"Please… I'm so close!" She was trembling indeed, quivering between gasps almost like she was freezing, but the source was pleasure rather than cold or pain.

Harry chuckled, stopping his ministrations momentarily. "Not yet, beautiful."

"Pleeaaaase, 'Arry!" Fleur whined. "I need it!"

Harry ignored her, still keeping his hand over her womanhood, but refusing to stimulate it further. Fleur was struggling, trying to find a way to stimulate herself but Harry kept her firm in his grasp. He breathed into her ear, this time tracing his tongue around the back of her neck, laying kisses in between.

It was then that Fleur took the initiative by using her bound hands to get a hold of his hardened manhood.

Harry was about to protest but couldn't form words as the French witch started to awkwardly pump his cock enthusiastically, making it even harder and hotter with each consecutive stroke.

Harry growled. "You want to come, beautiful?" Fleur nodded tiredly. "The you have to work for it. You don't get release until you satisfy me first."

Fleur laughed lustily. "Oui, Maître!"

The blue-eyed witch's ministrations intensified after that, slowly but surely bringing him closer and closer to release. Harry kept a good hold of her as he also resumed his own caressing of Fleur's womanhood, though he limited himself to the outer labia, slipping closer and closer to her core as she continued to take care of his cock.

"You are a dirty girl, aren't you, Fleur?" grunted Harry. "You are my pretty, submissive, dirty girl."

"I am your girl, Maître! I am your girl forever!" gasped Fleur, quickening her hands in desperation, wanting nothing more than release.

By this point, Harry was merely holding out his orgasm to tease his bound witch, but that action was becoming harder with each consecutive stroke. His hand once again concentrated on the little, sensitive nub at the top of Fleur's core.

"I'm going to come, beautiful," Harry warned. "And then I want you to come."

Fleur said nothing as she delivered the last stroke and with it, the tip of his tool finally erupted, spreading its seed on the warm water around them. Harry grunted, pleasure running from his manhood through the rest of his body, yet never did he relinquish his control over the still trembling witch.

Regaining his senses, Harry concentrated fully on bringing his partner to the same pleasure she had given him. He rubbed, pinched, and even lightly tugged on the bud, all the while keeping hold on the witch who seemed to be steadily losing control of her body.

Fleur's trembling got more intense, periodically spasming at times while he continued to control her arousal. Her moaning started to fill the entire bath, echoes reverberating through the marble walls, creating a twisted symphony of anguished pleasure.

Then, suddenly and without warning, Fleur delivered one loud, final wail before she started to spasm uncontrollably in his lap. Harry held her tight as she rode her orgasm fully.

The trembling stopped after a moment, and Fleur slumped backwards against his chest. He never let go of her, holding her stomach with one hand while the other softly caressed her hair. The Gryffindor also started to plant sweeter and gentler kisses along the French beauty's neck, hearing her blissful, short, and trembling breaths with a sense of proud satisfaction.

It was not until they glanced back at the two golden eggs laying side by side that they finally remembered the main reason they had even come here in the first place.

For Fleur, it was an agonizing after they had discovered the secret of the eggs. The riddle was clear – at least it was to Harry – the next task would almost certainly take place in the Black Lake.

Telling this information to Madame Maxime was in both ways a triumph and a curse.

A triumph because Fleur had finally solved what she considered to be the greatest challenge of the second task – solving the riddle behind the egg. It meant that she was progressing as a champion, and victory was one less step ahead.

It was a curse because Madame Maxime ordered her to intensify her training, easily taking away most of her free time with Harry. It had been a month, and only three days she managed to sleep with, let alone continue their activities

Indeed, she was back at her opulent, yet lonely room back at the carriage.

That would change this night. This night Fleur would definitely be slipping back to see her beloved.

It was almost midnight when Fleur finally decided that it was safe enough to leave the confines of her room.

Madame Maxime had been prodding more and more into her personal time, questioning about where she went during the mornings, not knowing she spent most of her nights now with her boyfriend and dominant.

As such, that Friday evening – before going over to back to spend the night with Harry – Fleur had stayed later than usual in her room inside the Beauxbatons carriage in order to keep up appearances that she was not going over every night to sleep with Harry.

The silver-haired Veela loved Madame Maxime dearly, but her life with Harry was much too personal to share even with the woman that had taught her so much.

Deciding that it was late enough and most students – not to mention Madame Maxime – were already slumbering, she crawled away from bed and prepared to traverse the trek from the warmth of her own bedroom, through the snow-covered grounds, and finally towards the castle where she would spend the entire weekend with Harry.

After putting on her coat and boots, she took one final thing with her – the most important thing Harry had given to her.

It was the invisibility cloak they had worn on their first night together. One that belonged to Harry's own father, James Potter. The object itself was extremely powerful, it had lasted longer than other mass-produced cloaks had been. It was one of the most precious heirlooms of House Potter.

She quickly put on the cloak and walked out of her room, she fumbled in the dark until she finally managed to leave the carriage and let the lights shining in the distance guide her path to the castle.

Fleur really hoped that Harry remembered to make that hot chocolate. It was positively freezing.

The young Veela took a secret entrance Harry had told her about and rapidly went on to climb the moving stairs in order to reach the fourth floor and the final destination. Fleur was waiting for the final set of stairs to get settled into place when an odd sight distracted her.

Curious by what she was seeing, she entered the mostly abandoned third floor, confident that the cloak would keep her hidden from what might lay before her.

'Who would be up in this time of night. Aside from prefects that is?'

It did not take her long to find the answer to her question.

Hidden in the shadows was the petite form of the girl that Fleur had met during that first night with Harry. The only girl that knew of their kinky escapades together – Luna Lovegood.

The younger girl looked pitiful. Signs of both exhaustion and cold where clearly visible, from the light purple circles under the eyes, to the slightly blue lips, and then to the slight trembling as the Ravenclaw was struggling to stay awake, more than likely in order to not be detected by the prefects and teachers that periodically patrolled the area.

Fleur saw that Luna was still dressed in her Ravenclaw school robes and nothing more, no gloves covered her hands and her feet were once again bare. It was obvious that the dreamy blonde would be facing serious damage to her health if she didn't get to a warm place quickly.

Despite the miserable state she was in, Luna Lovegood still sported that same dotty smile.

The French witch slowly pulled the cloak of her body after checking that nobody else was around. "Luna?" she asked with a whisper.

The blonde looked at the source of the noise with tired eyes, eventually settling on Fleur.

"Oh… hello, slave." Fleur almost choked at the directness. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing 'ere?" the Veela whispers. "You are freezing!"

"Oh… this?" Luna looks at herself with the same smile. "I'm afraid my roommates decided to play quite the prank on me. They locked me outside of the dorm and forced me to go outside – told me to go to the 'loony bin' but I'm afraid I haven't found it yet."

Fleur pursed her lips, thinking about what she could do with the dreamy girl.

"Let's go wiz ze prefects – tell zem about what happened." Fleur helped the girl get up.

"That is not possible, I'm afraid. They will take points of Ravenclaw and the girls will just find another way to be mean," said Luna, still in a positive tone.

The young Veela, wondering if the solution she was thinking about would sit well with Harry. Looking at the poor girl, however, she could not find it in her heart to leave her alone for the night.

"Come wiz me, Luna." Fleur draped the cloak around the shorter girl.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe."

Fleur carefully led the smiling girl out of the third floor and up to the fourth, a protective arm kept the petite blonde close to the French witch.

Fleur could actually feel just how cold Luna was, it even radiated from her body to reach the French champion. It was beyond acceptable. She kind of knew that Luna was suffering some discrimination for her thoughts and mannerisms, but not to this extent.

'Typical English brutes.'

The young Veela led Luna to the painting of the black knight that hid Harry's room. Taking off the cloak, she turned to Luna.

"You are about to enter a very private place for me and 'Arry." Fleur looked at Luna and with a very serious voice said, "I trust you will not reveal zis place to anyone else… I'm trusting in you, Luna."

Luna nodded, the air of dreaminess had seemingly drained from the blonde's usual expression. "I haven't told anyone about you and Harry."

"What about Madame Pomfrey?" Fleur interrogated. "You told her about me and 'Arry."

Luna demeanor actually became guilt-ridden for a few moments. "I am sorry… I did not know what I was thinking," she said sincerely. "I did not tell anyone else – I promise!"

Fleur nodded. "Very well, I forgive you. Now we only need to convince 'Arry."

"So, he is, isn't he?" asked Luna, dreamy smile present once again.

Fleur nodded with no small amount of satisfaction. "Oui, 'Arry is my Maître."

"That's lovely… just lovely, yes," said Luna. "You are still not wearing your collar."

"Not while in public… but always wear it when I am wiz 'Arry or in private," said Fleur. "Now… don't say anyzing when we go inside. I will need to talk wiz 'Arry to make 'im understand."

Fleur said the password and went on inside, bringing the petite blonde with her. The warmth of the room was a welcome relief, she even felt Luna ease her trembling. The smell of the promised hot chocolate wafted into the air, and both witches smiled softly.

"Welcome back beautiful! I've been waiting for… you." Harry came out of the bathroom just in time to see Fleur encouraging Luna to step further inside.

"Uhh…" was the only thing Harry managed to get out. "Fleur?"

Fleur, however, concentrated on Luna. She pointed over to the place where the bathroom was and said, "Go and take a warm shower – tell me when you are done so I can 'elp you get ready for ze night."

"Hello, Harry," Luna said dreamily. "It is quite a lovely abode you have in here… yes, quite charming." With the smile never leaving her face, the blonde walked over to the bathroom.

Once the door closed, Harry turned back to look at her. "What was that?"

"That was Luna Lovegood, 'Arry." She briefly remembered the same exact words Harry had said during their first escapade – their first meeting with Luna.

"I know that it was Luna but why is she here?" Harry demanded, not angrily, but definitely a little surprised and maybe slightly upset.

Fleur sighed and sat down on the sofa, going for the steaming kettle and pouring herself some of the hot chocolate. "I found 'er outside, in ze floor below us. She was freezing 'Arry! I couldn't leave 'er there."

Harry nodded, apparently understanding the situation. "Very well then. Luna stays with us for the time being." Then his eyes become serious. "I will be talking to Flitwick and Cho later about this. Who knew that Ravenclaws could be such cunts?"

Fleur smiled. "Zank you for understanding, mon chéri."

The witch reclined on Harry's shoulder and let the chocolate do its work, warming her cold body instantly. The fire and her boyfriend did the rest. Before she knew it, Fleur felt like she had never been outside on the Scottish Highlands in the middle of winter.

The witch looked at Harry and slowly kissed him, an action that had been performed between them countless times by now but never gained even an ounce of banality. It was a just reward after the heavy week of training and studying she had endured.

The French champion calculated that twenty minutes must have passed before she remembered that they had a visitor just one room away. "I 'ave to check on Luna," said Fleur before standing up and going over to the bathroom.

The air carried a heavy steam from the intensity of the hot water. Luna must have been extremely cold outside if she had taken this long. The low, cheerful humming seemed to tell a different tale, however.

"Are you ready?" called Fleur.

Luna stopped humming and called out to her. "Quite, but I'm afraid that I'm missing a towel… and clothes as well."

Fleur picked up a towel and passed it to Luna behind the plastic drape. "Your clothes are cold and dirty. I will not 'ave you dressing in such unflattering garments while you are in 'ere." She then lowered her voice. "You can come out, Luna. Don't worry about showing me your bod – "

Before Fleur even had the chance to finish her sentence, Luna stepped out of the shower, completely naked and apparently not unnerved in the least bit by being nude in front of the older witch.

"I like the color blue," said Luna. "But I also like green… now that I think about it, yellow is quite a spending color indeed."

Fleur took some time to break out of her stupor before holding her wand on one hand and some cloth she grabbed earlier on the other. Wordlessly, she conjured some underwear and a nightgown, yellow in color.

"'Ere… come meet us when you are done… after you get changed."

"Thank you kindly," chirped Luna before she started to put on the clothes.

Fleur waited for a moment until Luna finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed in the yellow nightgown. The signs of early frostbite seemed to of have disappeared, leaving a quite pretty and smiling witch.

"Come over 'ere, Luna," said Fleur encouragingly. "We 'ave hot chocolat. It'll warm up your body in no time."

"That sounds most wonderful!" chirped Luna, skipping on her bare feet until she arrived at the improvised living room.

Harry quickly poured the chocolate into a generous mug and handed it to the smiling blonde, who accepted it eagerly.

They passed some time in silence, watching the nearly frozen Luna recovering some of her color. It was difficult to tell, since her skin was as white as a lily, but a healthy rose soon covered her cheeks once again as she hummed into her mug.

"So, Luna," said Harry, who was sitting besides her. "What happened?"

Luna stopped humming and turned her silver eyes back to them. "Oh, it was quite awful, I must say. Megan and her friends said that they don't want any freaks sleeping with them. When I pointed out that there were no Heliopaths within reach of the Ravenclaw tower, they took my shoes and forbid me to enter the tower," she said.

"Why did you not tell the teachers?" asked Harry.

Luna looked deep in thought, as if trying to remember. "Well… I was going to Professor Flitwick to tell him, but I could have sworn that I saw a Crumple-Horned Snorkack in the distance," she said with complete seriousness. "I gave chase but – as is common with the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks – it disappeared before I could even reach it. By then, it had already gotten dark and the prefects would have taken points if I approached them, which would surely infuriate Ravenclaw even more. So, I decided to wait out the night in the third floor until your slave came to get me."

Fleur almost choked on her mug when she heard that term.

Sure, maybe she could be considered a slave – it was called a "slave contract" when she signed it – but to hear it from the mouth of such a dreamy and innocent looking girl was a bit of a shock to her.

Not that she should be surprised. This is the same Luna Lovegood that flat out stated that she was perfectly fine to be considered Harry's property.

That was one thing she was dreading of this arrangement. There was no doubt Luna was interested. Interested in the lifestyle both Fleur and Harry shared. Beneath the demure and innocent looking façade and dreamy smiles lay a pervert that probably imagined scenarios that would make Fleur blush.

The problem is that Luna wanted to do it with them. Both of them. The blonde girl had mentioned not only being attracted to Harry but to Fleur as well. She shamelessly proposed a polyamory relationship and by the looks of things, she had not given up on that idea either.

"Luna… Fleur is not my slave," stated Harry before hugging her. "She's my submissive and my love. But she's not my slave."

"Who says you can't love your slave," responded Luna. "If I were your slave, would you love me?"

"Luna!" Harry gasped incredulously. "You can't be seriously thinking –"

"I am," responded Luna in a sing-song voice. "I think about it everyday now. What does it feel like? What is it like to be someone's beloved property? I will ask again. If I were your slave, would you love me?"

Fleur felt Harry's hold on her to tighten as he continued to discuss with the dreamy blonde girl.

"Luna… I have a girlfriend already."

"I fail to see the problem."

"I can't have two girlfriends," insisted Harry.

"Why not?" responded Luna. "Besides, I wouldn't be your girlfriend, I'd be your slave."

Fleur couldn't help herself at that moment. She started to giggle, drawing looks of confusion from Harry. She just couldn't be upset with Luna anymore. The blonde was simply too amusing.

"Look, Luna," Harry said while closing his eyes. "What I'm saying is that polygamy is illegal –"

"Not in the Wizarding World," Luna stated.

"What?" Harry asked, flabbergasted.

Luna pouted cutely. "Did you not read the book I gave you? That is quite rude, Harry," she said. "If you read it, you'd know that polygamy is legal, and – in your case – expected."

Harry frowned. "I'm not following."

"Read the book," insisted Luna.

"Even if I do, Luna – you are younger than both of us. I can't very well bring you in just now."

"That's most unfair, Harry. Didn't you know? My birthday is tomorrow! I'll be the same age as you!"

Fleur and Harry looked shocked. "Err… congratulations Luna," said Harry uncertainly. "I'm sorry… I didn't know."

"And there's only one thing I want for my birthday!" chirped Luna. "Well… no… there's pudding. Pudding would be lovely too."

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. "I'm tired," he finally said before looking at Fleur. "I'm sleeping in the couch tonight. You take Luna to bed."

Fleur nodded and stood up. "Come Luna. You must be exhausted after tonight. Ze bed is warm and comfy."

Luna smiled before joining Fleur over at the large bed. "Fleur," she said. "There's enough space for Harry too."

The young Veela shook her head. "Let's just sleep Luna. Just you and me."

The young witch was certainly grabby during the night, almost treating Fleur like and oversized teddy bear. Not that Fleur criticize that, having noticed her own, similar tendencies when sleeping next to Harry. Before she knew it, the French witch was holding Luna closely to her own bosom.

The following day, Harry was gone before she had even woken up. More than likely to vent his frustrations during morning exercise.

Looking at her side, she saw that Luna was still grabbing unto her contently, slumbering. Fleur wondered when the last time was that the younger witch managed to sleep as peacefully as she was now. The young Veela fully remembered what it was like to sleep alone and afraid.

Before Harry.

It took one more hour for Luna to wake up.

"Good morning, birthday girl," whispered Fleur. "Did you rest well?"

Luna smiled tiredly. "It was quite wonderful."

"Well zen. 'Ow about I pretty you up for your special day?"

"I would be most thankful."

Luna was a very pretty girl, Fleur had noticed. Once she truly started to work on the blonde, that almost innocent and pure beauty began to radiate quite noticeably.

"What do you plan to do today?" asked Fleur as she started to craft Luna's hair into some wavy curls. Looking at Luna's reflection in the mirror, Fleur noticed a very small but very visible sadness appear

"Nothing out of the ordinary, I believe. I suspect that I would go to the forest once again to search for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Afterwards I'd go to the library to rent out a nice book, and then back to bed."

Fleur frowned. "What about your friends?"

Even through the dreamy smile, the French champion could see the sorrow in Luna's beautiful silver eyes.

"I'm afraid I have none of those. Friends are even more elusive than the Snorkacks," Luna said almost in a whisper but suddenly brightened her face when she looked at her own reflection. "My hair! It looks so pretty!"

Fleur smiled. "Of course, it looks pretty. You are a very pretty girl, Luna."

"Really? Megan and her friends always says that I'm really ugly."

Fleur scoffed. "They're just jealous zey will never be as pretty as you are. Pay no attention to zem."

"Are we done?" asked Luna.

"Not yet! I want to do somezing wiz you." Fleur guided the blonde witch over to one of the couches and took out a silver vial. Luna looked at it, confused.

"Don't worry, Luna. I'm just going to paint your nails and toes." Fleur opened the vial to show the silver colored liquid inside. "I zink silver goes well wiz you."

Luna smiled. "Just like your hair."

"Oui, and just like your eyes."

It was during the improvised pedicure and manicure session, that Fleur truly started to speak about what was on her mind throughout the entire time.

"Luna," she said, grabbing the blonde's attention. "Why do want to be wiz us… wiz me and 'Arry?"

"I really like the both of you," responded Luna. "You are the closest people I have… aside from Daddy, of course."

"But Luna, why do you want to be wiz us? To do ze zings we do in private. Ze… bondage stuff."

It was then that Luna finally dropped that dreamy smile that seemed perpetually plastered on her face. She licked her lips and seemed to be thinking about what to say.

"I want to know."

Fleur furrowed her brow. "Know? About what?"

Luna looked back at her. "When I first saw you. You were miserable, quite miserable. You were always looking sad when you were not responding to the boys that wanted to ask you out," she started to say. "Until one night, I saw you and Harry walking at night and he had you on a leash."

Fleur blushed, remembering the night both she and Harry had met Luna quite clearly.

"I didn't think much of it at first, but then I saw you the day after that… you were happy! You were so happy after that!" Luna said excitedly. "And I got curious! So, I started to research, I started by asking Madam Pomfrey and she directed me to this muggle book on relationships. The more I read, the more I wanted to know."

Luna smiled again, looking deep into Fleur's blue eyes. "But there was not much, I'm afraid, and the only solution I managed to think about was to ask you and Harry… so I did!" The smile disappeared slightly. "But you both rejected me, so I started to investigate more and more about what I could do… because I wanted to be just like you."

The younger witch kept her gaze at Fleur. "I wanted to smile and be happy and pretty just like you. I wanted to know how it felt to be happy despite being under the control of someone… and I still want it… with the two of you – my most treasured people."

Fleur sat there, trying hard not to let her shock show to the blonde. She silently finished painting Luna's nails and toes and led her outside the room.

Her heart was thumping in sadness. Trying her best to ignore the memory of Luna's feelings, Luna's desires and hopes and wants.

Just like hers were before she met Harry.

Immediately after beautifying Luna, Fleur finally went over to the lake, where she knew Harry had gone to exercise. Even with the snow, the Gryffindor was still adamant in taking his regular morning runs around the large pool of water, something only Viktor Krum seemed adamant in doing as well.

"Hey, beautiful," Harry side while gasping slightly, cold mist erupting from his mouth as he drank in precious air.

"Mon cheri," Fleur responded. "We 'ave to talk."

Harry sighed. "Yes, we do. I assume you were unsuccessful in trying to get some sense into her."

"I don't zink Luna is someone who will let go of 'er ideals zat easily."

Harry grunted. "I guess I was expecting too much."

The both of them started to walk back to the castle, eager to get away from the frigid cold.

"Look… 'Arry." Fleur tried to find the correct words. "I zink you should try."

The Potter heir turned back to look at her with incredulous emerald eyes. "What?!"

Fleur sighed. "You 'eard me, mon amour. I zink we should try."

"You can't be serious," replied Harry. "What brought this on? Fleur… I am happy with you… I – I love you."

Fleur smiled. "I know, mon chéri. Zat is why I want us to try wiz Luna. She… said some zings 'Arry… I don't know what to say. I was moved by what she said."

"Fleur… think about what you are asking… you are suggesting that we enter a polygamous relationship. Think about that for a moment."

Fleur hugged him closely, breathing in his minty scent as she closed her eyes. "I know what I'm asking for, 'Arry. Please… let's just try to make a girl happy for once."

Harry looked deep in thought, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Alright," he finally said before cutting her off. "She will need to prove that she wants it, though. Tell her to come back tonight, tell her that she should be prepared."

Fleur kissed him passionately. "Zank you, mon chéri!"

Fleur did not go back to the room the entire day. She took her day off in the library, making some final notes in the Hogwarts library, renting out dozens of books and trying her best to research the history of the Black Lake and what she would encounter down there in less than two weeks' time.

She did not see Luna until dinnertime.

The blonde had chosen to sit besides her. Fleur's friends looked on, confused, but she assured them that everything was fine.

"Luna," she said when her friends were distracted. "After zis you will come wiz me. Be prepared… and do yourself a favor – do not drink or eat too much. Only what you feel is necessary.

The blonde nodded enthusiastically, unable to keep the radiant smile from forming on her lips.

Fleur and Luna were some of the first people to leave the hall. Scurrying over quickly to the fourth floor and past the painting of the black knight. Before going through, Fleur turned back to gaze at the younger witch.

"Are you ready?" asked Fleur.

Luna nodded. "I am."

Harry was sitting in the couch, looking at the flames of the roaring fire in front of him, deep in thought about what was about to happen.

It seemed strange. A few months ago, he was just a fourth-year student with a bit of a penchant for domination. Granted, a fourth-year student who had had quite the number of brushes with death and an obsessed Dark Lord trying to kill him, but still.

Then he'd landed the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen as his submissive for their games. Life was looking up with Fleur. Every day was an adventure that seemed to never end.

If only he knew that adventures brought surprises. Some very interesting surprises indeed.

If Harry had been told those months ago that he was potentially looking forward to living a polyamorous lifestyle… well, Sirius would have encouraged him… but other than that, he'd never believe a word of it. Yet here he was now. His first girlfriend was cajoling him to take anothergirlfriend now.

It was strange how these little things come about in life.

Finally, Harry heard the door being opened. A sign that for the last months meant that he would be spending a lonely time with Fleur, but that reality was likely to change after tonight.

Standing up, he promptly smiled towards Fleur, and looked on at the younger witch she had brought.

"Luna," he said immediately. "After listening to Fleur, I have decided to give your proposal a chance."

In what Fleur felt was an extreme sense of déjà vu, Luna launched herself at Harry's chest, hugging him tightly. The young Veela had rarely ever seen someone be that happy before.

"Luna," Harry said again. "I said I would give you a chance. You are about to be put through some very hard stuff. Stuff I've never even tried on Fleur before." He waited, probably expecting a reaction from the younger witch. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"I am."

Harry nodded before walking over to the bed and showing a large and heavy garment to both witches.

It was a leather sleepsack, one that had originally been intended for Fleur's height but with some help with Transfiguration magic, Harry managed to shrink it down until it was more appropriate for Luna's petite form.

The whole ensemble was black in color, with the front being almost seamless. The back however, was where the wearer would find the entrance, which would be secured first by laces like it was a full body corset. After that, a heavy-duty zipper would entrap the prisoner even further inside the sleepsack. It was one of the most expensive things Harry had bought, but it was well worth the price.

Harry turned back to Luna, who had lost her dreamy smile – a rare occurrence – and had instead replaced it with wide but weirdly excited eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Luna… you say that you're interested… that you want to join us." Harry saw Fleur starting to stroke the blonde slowly. "If that's the case, then we need to know that you are truly interested," said Harry while looking at Luna's silver eyes. "To be honest, I've never done something as intense as this with Fleur. You will be the first to experience this."

Luna was still staring at the rich leather sleepsack with fascination, licking her lips slightly like she was overwhelmed with a lustful hunger that needed to be satiated immediately.

Harry the walked over and stroked the Ravenclaw witch's face. "I need to know if you are ready for this. I need to know if you truly want this."

The younger blonde finally looked at his own green eyes and nodded her head. "I will… I really want it."

Harry nodded and then looked at Fleur. He saw his girlfriend smile and nod as well before giving out her orders to Luna. "Take off everyzing."

Without even hesitating for a second, the petite blonde immediately removed all of her clothes until she was a nude as the day she was born. No sign of embarrassment was present on her features, Luna was simply entranced by the leather sleepsack she would soon be encased in.

The Gryffindor saw that Fleur decided to join Luna in taking off her own clothing, more than likely as a sign of companionship and understanding so that the blonde may not feel intimidated by showing off her naked body. In Harry's opinion, it seemed as if the younger witch didn't need any encouragement.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" asked Harry and saw Luna shake her head. "Do you feel thirsty." Again, she shook her head.

Harry smiled before turning the sleepsack the other way to show the entrance. The opening started at the height which would correspond with Luna's knees, meaning that she would have to slip both of her feet inside.

"Step into it," commanded Harry, offering the entrance to Luna.

The young witch finally seemed slightly shaken but whether it was from fright or excitement, Harry did not know. A pale, trembling leg was raised and slowly sank the darkness. Fleur stood behind Luna and grabbed her shoulders in order to help stabilize her. The next foot joined the other quickly, the blonde's nervousness vanishing by the second.

Before he went any further however, Harry took a small a small stone and showed it to Luna.

"Luna," he said, breaking her stupor, "do you see this?" She nodded. "This is a runestone. You will hold it in your hand and you won't let it go." She nodded once again. "If you want this to stop – if you really want to stop – you will channel magic into this stone and I will know you want it to stop."

Harry gave the runestone to Luna and then ordered her to put her right hand, she took it with a smile and held it tight.

"Now, do you see these little sleeves at the side?" He showed the witch a couple of tight sleeves built in to the inside of the sleepsack, designed to cover the wearer's entire arms.

"Yes, Harry," Luna responded while shuffling her already trapped feet with excitement.

"Put your arms inside them."

Luna did so enthusiastically, taking even less time than when she did for her legs. The two arms slipped easily inside the leather sheaths. They looked smooth enough to be comfortable and allow easy circulation, yet also confining and offering no chance of escape once the entire piece was secured.

The entire piece of gear was almost fully done, it now covered the entire front of Luna's body. The only thing missing was to securing from the rear. For that, Harry immediately grabbed the blonde by the legs and swung her over his shoulder with ease.

Luna gasped softly. "Harry!" she exclaimed. From the side, Fleur giggled with amusement at the sight.

Harry chuckled but otherwise gave no response as he carried the Ravenclaw witch over the bed and laid her face down, revealing the long laces that would soon be tightened.

Before he did that though, Harry whispered to her ear, "Just so you know Luna, I fully expect you to shave from now on."

"Yes, sir."

Harry turned to Fleur. "It goes without saying, but that applies to you as well, beautiful."

Fleur smiled. "Of course, Maître."

Behind them, Luna decided to chip in. "I want a pet name too!"

"Later," said Harry-

Smirking, Harry really got to work.

He grabbed the laces and rapidly started to tighten it up. It truly was almost like a full body corset, yet far more pliable and forgiving in its strictness. The piece of gear was designed to be comfortable, so he had little worries of Luna being harmed. Still, Harry took precaution and care when securing her. It would not do for him to cause harm to a person that had given him so much trust. He had not let go of this standard when playing with Fleur and Luna would be no different.

As the laces began to close and the sack sealed the witch entrapped in it's leathery prison, Luna's breath started to get more and more noticeable. Worried, Harry stopped momentarily, fearing that he was preventing the blonde's breathing.

It was in that moment that Fleur stepped in. Her nude form bending down to kiss Luna's cheek. The Veela's hand stroked the trapped witch's blonde hair softly. "It's intense, non?" she said before giving her another kiss.

She turned back at Harry with a smile. "Go on, 'Arry. She's just excited, aren't you, Luna?"

Harry returned the smile. He should have known. The sack was specifically designed to be completely safe. Not to mention that he had etched several runes that would alert him if it was truly harming the wearer's, but he did not want to take any chances with Luna's health.

The Gryffindor began to tighten anew, until the last of Luna's lily white was completely swallowed by the black leather. He tied a quick and easy to untie knot at the base of Luna's neck before grabbing the zipper and tracing it to join the knot, practically hiding the tangle of laces underneath.

"How are you feeling, Luna?" asked Harry, patting down on the birthday girl's leather covered derriere.

"Delightfully helpless!" chirped Luna. Fleur giggled while continuing to caress the blonde's hair.

Harry chuckled as darkly as he could. "That's good Luna, because we're still not done."

There was a collar component of the sack that was built with it. Harry buckled it and secured a little padlock at the back of Luna's neck before turning her around.

Luna Lovegood was a sight to behold at that moment. Her elfin body was covered from neck to toe in quality black leather, a stark contrast to her pale white skin.

Said skin was not so white now, at least in her face, which was flushed red from the excitement. Heavy breathing accompanied the small movements of her chest, indicating that Luna was able to breathe perfectly well, even through the relentless bondage her body had been put through.

"Try to struggle," commanded Harry. "See if you can get out."

Luna smiled. "You know I can't, silly Master." Nevertheless, she tried to struggle playfully, her movements only allowing her to move a few inches before she stopped to breathe with some exhaustion.

"Alright, now to finish." Harry took out his wand and pointed towards the mummified form of Luna. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Slowly, Luna's encased body started to levitate, moving until it reached the desired destination – a black divan.

Harry released the spell, and promptly proceeded to add the last parts of Luna's bondage.

The sleepsack had one more feature that was forgotten, that being several D-rings that were embedded in both sides, as well as two on either shoulder, and one at the bottom where the trapped feet would be.

Harry had already placed the corresponding straps on the divan. There were thirteen in total. Five at each side, two for the shoulders, and one for the feet.

Harry looked over at Fleur before pecking her lips. "Care to help me, beautiful?"

"I'd be delighted to, Maître."

The pair went on to tighten the straps in each of the rings, adding a small padlock to all of them. The ominous clicking of each one seemed to mark the further helplessness of Luna, who periodically tried to peek at either one of her sides to see the progress before slumping down again with small giggles.

"Let's see the Nargles try to take me away now," she said with an almost smug satisfaction.

Harry tightened the final strap – the one that secured her feet – and stood up to see the results of the hard labor.

The clerk at the store defined the ensemble as virtually inescapable, and while Harry was always keen on challenging the perceived absolutes when posed with them, inescapable was the correct word to use when he looked upon the sight of Luna completely bound in the divan.

The blonde girl tried to struggle once again, laughing while she did so. It was no use. If Luna had been able to move for a few inches before, that small amount of give was completely gone. The added straps allowed for only slight movements.

Luna tried to experiment moving her arms, but as before, the inbuilt sheaths prevented much of the movement, keeping them closely pinned to her sides. Her legs were similarly welded together, and with the strap securing the tip of her feet, even the basic ability to bend her knees was gone.

"You so 'ave to let me try zis," said Fleur, looking at the relentlessly bound form of Luna with complete fascination.

Harry whispered to her, "I also bought a latex one," eliciting a small squee from the French beauty.

The Gryffindor then turned back to the thoroughly bound blonde. "I hope you like your sleeping arrangements." Luna's eyes widened if only slightly. "You heard correctly," continued Harry. "This is how you will be sleeping tonight."

Harry's tone then turned serious. "This will be your little test, Luna. You have said that you wanted to join in our activities… but this is not a game for us, Luna." He put one arm around Fleur and tugged her close to him. "This is our life… our private passions."

The Gryffindor's gaze burned into the blonde's silvery eyes. "Do you know what Fleur did when we started going out together?" Luna stayed silent. "She signed a contract. One that essentially gave trusted her life to me. A slave contract. That was her level of commitment. Her promise of submission."

Harry sighed before crouching down and stroking Luna's forehead. "This can stop whenever you want – but…" he warned, "if you decide to activate the rune – we'll stop… as in, stop everything. You'll forget this ever happened and continue life as normal."

It may have been a harsh dilemma, but it needed to be said. This was just not a game for him and Fleur. It was so much more than that. If Luna wanted to join in to that special relationship he had forged with the French witch, then she would need to prove it.

The blonde kept looking at his green eyes before nodding shakily in affirmation.

"Say it, Luna," Harry commanded. "And look into my eyes when you do."

"I understand." Her silver eyes bore into him with an iron dedication. Harry had never heard the blonde say something as powerful as that.

"Very well, now let us finish this," said Harry as he revealed the final items that he would be using on Luna. On one hand, there were a pair of earplugs, and in the other, a leather blindfold.

He applied the earplugs first, which would render Luna virtually deaf. They were two pieces of soft and pliable rubber that would conform to the leather clad blonde's ear canals, leaving no space for sound to reach her.

Luna's breath started to get heavy again, no doubt because of the sudden cancelation of such a basic sense she's enjoyed virtually all the time since she had memory. The wide, silvery eyes looked at the blindfold in the Gryffindor's hand with some trepidation.

Harry hand then approached the blonde's cheek, his calloused palm caressed the submissive's cheek softly and assuredly. He never broke eye contact until the leather blindfold covered Luna's silver orbs in complete darkness.

Looking at Fleur, Harry did something most guys would never do in the presence of their girlfriends. He bent his head down and captured Luna's lips in his own in a reassuring kiss.

Luna's response to part open her mouth. She was desperate and inexperienced – a complete contrast to the more practiced Fleur – but she made up for it in pure eagerness. The Ravenclaw tasted like vanilla pudding, an odd flavor, but not unwelcome.

From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Fleur approach both of them and bend down, adding her own fingers to the caressing of Luna's hair. Wordlessly, she made to passionately kiss Harry, Luna's thoroughly bound form below them.

"She looks so pretty like zis, non?" said Fleur once their lips parted, she still kept on tracing her delicate fingers all over Luna's pale blonde hair.

Harry smirked. "I do have to admit that it fits her," he looked at Luna. She was breathing calmly. "We'll have to wait if she can take it."

Fleur smiled in agreement.

Harry then turned to his girlfriend and looked at her seriously. "I just want to know if this is right… between the two of us. If Luna comes through, you'll no longer be the submissive I'll have. She'll be there with you… a sister of sorts."

Fleur sighed as she looked in his eyes. "I do admit zat it is just a little… risqué, so to say." She then looked back at the slightly struggling blonde. "But… when I see 'er like zis, and wiz you… I don't feel jealousy. I find zat you dominating 'er is a little arousing." She smirked back at him. "I will admit. I was 'alf wishing zat you would take 'er over your lap and spanked 'er like you did wiz me."

"Really?"

Fleur nodded. "I zink I would find ze sight of my man dominating another woman quite… enticing." The Veela then resumed caressing Luna's hair. "And I will say zat… I 'ave become quite fond of 'er… she 'as a way of worming inside your 'eart once you see through 'er quirks."

"Very well."

"What about you, Maître?" she asked. "I will not be ze only one zat 'as to share. I expect zat you will also be sharing me wiz Luna."

Harry smirked. "I think I can handle two beautiful girls like the both of you together."

Fleur smiled happily before bending down and giving Luna a kiss of her own. The mummified blonde seemed to tell the difference between the Veela's soft lips and Harry's rougher ones, yet did not seem to care, parting her mouth to allow access to the French beauty's experienced tongue to enter, moaning periodically in arousal.

"Well… it has been an exhausting day. I think it's time for bed, don't you?"

"You put ze seals in ze sack?" a concerned Fleur asked.

Harry nodded. "Believe me. If Luna is in any danger at all, I'll know."

Fleur gave one last smile to Luna before pecking her again in the cheek and leaving to join Harry for the night.

AN: Well, for all of you who wanted a little bit more in terms of Harry and Fleur's little games, I certainly hope I satisfied you here. There's still no full-blown intercourse, I want that to be a little special when it eventually happens.

Now we our favorite little oddball, Luna, in here. I initially wanted to start out with either Daphne or Susan first, but I think with how I wrote Luna and her evident interest in BDSM, she would be the first to join Harry and Fleur. Hope I did right by the characters.

Next chapter should finish with Luna's test and should be long enough to include the second task. I almost threw it in here in the end but decided that it wouldn't fit with the more romantic and kinky nature of the chapter, so it has been delayed until the next one.

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The Metal Sage.