A Godfather's Promise

“Harry Potter” belongs to J.K. Rowling

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Special thanks go to Meneldur, who has not only aided me with the crafting and editing of this chapter, but also the story as a whole.

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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

“Foreign Language”

A Godfather’s Promise

Chapter XV: Snake, Meet Bird.

Fear is such a complicated emotion. Mainly because there were many instances in which it would creep into people. There was a primal fear, such as when one was faced with direct physical danger. This was the kind of fear that even animals – especially magical if Hagrid could be believed – could feel.

However, there were types of fear that seemed to be exclusive to humans. Perhaps because of the level of emotional complexity or the tendency to take a simple situation and make it infinitely more convoluted but the reasoning mattered little. It almost didn’t matter if it was an upcoming exam, a job interview, or in Harry’s case, confessing to one’s girlfriend.

“Hey… I’m back.” His voice was tired, he didn’t even try to hide it. Same thing with his posture. ‘Is this the way someone headed for the gallows would feel?’

“Maître!” exclaimed Fleur. “Welcome back! Could you be so kind as to let your lovely and perfect girlfriend out of zese binds?”

Right, Fleur was still tied up. Just seeing her lifted up his spirits and he returned an exhausted smile. “Oh… I don’t know… I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I ‘ave. Tell ‘im, Luna!” She turned her gaze to the smaller blonde, who until now Harry had believed to be sleeping but now realized she was snuggling between Fleur’s breasts

“Her behavior was most satisfactory, Master.” reported Luna. “She complained about not being able to orgasm but we found other ways to have fun.”

Harry chuckled. “Good to know. I’m impressed that you managed to take care of beautiful so well. Would you want a reward?”

Luna’s eyes flashed at the toy chest. “I would like to spend the night in the sleepsack again, Master.”

Harry was surprised a bit at the request before going to the chest. “You know, I first thought that this thing would intimidate you from wanting to play with us. Shows what I know.” He took out the heavy, black leather sleepsack along with the blindfold and the rubber earplugs. Once again, the equipment was too big for Luna’s small size, but a quick spell made it so the leather sack was reduced for the appropriate fit. “I think you already know what to do if you want out?” She nodded heartily.

He turned to Fleur first and undid her bindings, watching her stretch her muscles after being tied spread-eagle to the bed for several hours. His eyes never left her as she returned to her playful demeanor.

“Eef you were trying to discourage me from being naughty, you really shouldn’t make punishments so… delightful, Maître.”

“Alright. How about I don’t let you use your latex lingerie and I extend your chastity time?”

“Non! Your Fleur can’t take zat ‘orrible cruelty! Miséricorde!”

Harry grabbed her chin before giving a peck on her lips. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’d have to be really naughty to warrant that kind of punishment.” He nodded towards Luna and the leather sleepsack. “How about you help me put Luna to sleep?”

The process was a bit less intimate for Harry, still thinking about the exact words he would tell Fleur about the new development that would potentially involve the petite blonde that was currently being swallowed by black leather. Once the sleepsack was chained and the blindfold and earplugs added, Harry knew that he had to speak now.

“I just talked with Sirius,” he said dumbly, staying quiet for a few seconds as he watched Fleur get under the covers. She had opted to go to bed still wearing her shiny lingerie. “He told me… a few things.”

Fleur snuggled up to him, slowly rubbing her womanhood against his leg. “Can’t eet wait until tomorrow, mon chéri? Your slave is needy zis evening.”

He honestly considered it; it’s only natural to want to hold off difficult situations as much as possible… but he needed to be honest with her. “I have… I need to tell you something.”

“What is zis zing zat ‘as you bothered, mon chéri?”

“Remember that book that Luna gave me for Christmas?” He felt Fleur nod into his neck. “Well, turns out that there are certain… customs that are expected from someone with my heritage.”

“Ze backwards Eenglish do not allow you to be wiz a Veela?” muttered Fleur, pain marring her voice. “Are you bozzered wiz my ‘eritage, ‘Arry?” Harry. She never used his name unless it was really serious.

“No!” Harry whispered loudly. “Neither or I nor House Potter care what you are… but the House of Black does.”

Fleur dug her face deeper into his neck. “Are you going to take ze opinion of zem over our… zing?”

“I will not,” assured Harry. “I will keep you for myself. There’s no way I’m going to throw you away over what my grandmother’s family thought about your kind.”

“Zen why bring eet up?”

“There… there has to be another. You know… for the House of Black.”

“Anozzer?”

“Yes… she also has to be pure of blood. If I don’t meet these requirements, Draco Malfoy will be next in line for inheritance and that means everything that comes with the title.”

“You are talking about anozzer mariée? Am I to assume zat I’m to be ze Lady Potter?” To Harry’s surprise, she started to laugh. “Zis is a razzer odd way for you to propose to me, mon chéri. You are vairy bold to believe zat I would accept.”

“Y-You won’t?” Harry took a deep breath, a pit forming inside his stomach. He had feared that this would happen but didn’t want to believe it would. “I… see.”

“’Arry,” said Fleur, delicate hands turning his head to see her eyes, “We are not even emancipated yet… and you are zinking about marriage? We are still young – why are you bringing ze subject of marriage when we still ‘aven’t graduated?”

“I like to plan ahead, beautiful.”

Fleur hummed. “You worry too much, mon chéri. We will get to eet when we need to. As for zis new… person… who do you ‘ave in mind?”

Harry bit his lip. “Well… she’s with us right now.”

“Luna? ‘Ave you told ‘er yet?”

He shook his head. “I… don’t know how to explain it to her. Merlin, I almost ripped my head out trying to find a way to say it to you.”

“Maître,” she whispered hotly into his ear. “Don’t worry about eet. We’ll tell ‘er later… and if anyone’s going to accept an arrangement like zis, zat person is Luna. Whatever ze case, I may not accept marriage right now… but you are making eet vairy ‘ard to say non in ze future.” She went on to rub her body against his again. “Now… I zink you should take care of you Fleur, oui?”

Harry felt as if a huge weight was taken off his shoulders. Whatever was ahead of him, the fact that Fleur was going to be there with him made it all seem much more trivial than before. “Not tonight, beautiful,” he heard her whine, “I’m exhausted. Besides, I really like how clingy you get when you’re frustrated.”

Fleur growled. “I’ll show you ‘ow clingy I can get when I’m frustrated, mon chéri.” Her movements got harder, blatantly gliding her core against his leg.

Her tantalizing movements had an immediate effect on him; if it went any further there would a tent between his legs. “Are you sure you want to engage in a battle of wills, gorgeous? I don’t think you’ll like the outcome.”

Fleur gave a particularly hard and slow grind. “Oh? You zink I am weak willed, Maître? Such a shame zat you believe such zings about your Fleur.”

Harry shook his head. “No, but I’m not nearly as horny as you are right now. Having little control of your future tends to kill the libido.”

Fleur hummed against his ear. “Well eef you want to control somezing, I am available for you.”

Harry felt tempted. So very tempted play with Fleur tonight, but at the same time he just wanted to hold on to her for as long as possible. She talked about things not changing, but the possibility that one day she might be taken from him continued to eat at his very being. “I just want to hold you tonight.” He could not control the small bit of fear from injecting itself into his voice.

“Vairy well… but you owe me.”

“Tomorrow night.”

“I will ‘old you to zat, mon chéri.”

Seating arrangements had never really been something important to Harry. Especially in the Great Hall during mealtimes. He and Ron would usually just sit wherever Hermione did; the brilliant witch was always the first one to arrive. Since the strained relationship with Gryffindor, he sat at the same table, but separated from the rest. This time, it seemed he was the one that attracted the others to sit with him.

Fleur was with him, of course. Not that she was breaking with Beauxbatons because by now many of them had left the Ravenclaw table and just sat where they had made friendships. Most still stayed with Ravenclaw, some were in Gryffindor, others in Hufflepuff. Very few of them went to the Slytherin table.

Harry now sat at the end of the table with Fleur and Hermione. Neville would usually sit with them but was currently with Hannah, barely suppressing his blush. What did draw some stares from Hermione was when Luna walked to them and sat on Harry’s lap with a large tome in one hand and a portion of chocolate pudding in the other. Thankfully, most eyes were still on Fleur but even Harry was shocked at the Ravenclaw’s boldness.

“Always upholding school virtues, aren’t you, Potter?” Daphne Greengrass was always sharp if nothing else. At least that meant that she was not drooling over Fleur… though by the looks of it Harry could not say the same about Susan.

“If it isn’t my favorite Slytherin! How have you been, Daph?” She did not respond so Harry turned his attention towards her red-haired companion. “Sue? Hard to believe you’re accompanying someone other than Hannah. Doing alright?”

Susan snapped from her stupor. “I-I’m sorry… what was it?”

Harry waved a hand towards the seat in front of them. “Want to accompany us?”

Daphne scoffed but still sat down after Susan already made the decision for both of them. The Slytherin grabbed only the most expensive looking dishes in front of her and did not overindulge, something that contrasted with her companion, who was already on her second helping of shepherd’s pie and downing it with gusto. Unlike Ron, however, she had proper table manners.

“It all goes to your breasts, right?” asked Luna, licking the remaining pockets of pudding still in the cup before pointing at her own chest. “You’re lucky – the food I eat doesn’t go anywhere.” Both Harry and Fleur let out a laugh, even Hermione looked about to split a grin as Susan’s face went as red as her hair.

Daphne, however, was not as pleased. “If you’re adopting a stray dog, Potter, at least you can train it in manners and etiquette.”

Before Harry could respond, Fleur jumped in. “Etiquette? Ah, such a novel concept in zis country. Of course, you would know all about being a proper lady, oui?”

“I believe it’s a lost art on the other side of the Channel, but being proper is still regarded as important over here.”

Harry could have intervened, but a part of him wanted to continue spectating the match between the two most sharp-tongued witches he’d ever met. Knowing Fleur, this was actually her friendly side.

“Oh, believe me, we do grasp ze concept of manners, just not as old-fashioned as ze ones I find over ‘ere. I would say you ‘ave ze mindset of ze etiquette of a princesse… a rough princesse, but a princesse nonetheless.”

Daphne raised an eyebrow. “Oh? A princess? That is not a label I would give to myself, of course. They say that simple people are impressed by simple things. Maybe simple people see respectable people and assume they are queens.”

“I remember ze last time France ‘ad a queen… eet did not end well for ‘er, unfortunately. At least you can say zat France ‘as a proven way of dealing wiz nuisances.”

"Yes, I've heard of those barbaric French customs. Here in civilized England, however, they tend to be crowned and go on to have very successful reigns. Of course, I suppose as a follower of the Salic Law, you've never experienced an actual queen,” she sent a brief look at Harry before returning to Fleur with a smirk, “just… arm candy for kings.”

Fleur scrunched her nose for just a second before the confident smirk returned. “Ah, oui. It’s ‘ard for a princesse to find ‘erself a good prince, non? We don’t ‘ave zat much trouble in Beauxbatons… but as for a Slytherin princesse?” She nodded towards Malfoy and his inbred looking minions before setting her eyes on Susan, then back to Daphne. “I am afraid you will ‘ave to go shopping for carpets.”

‘Oh crap.’ Harry knew that he should intervene but Sirius had told him before to never get in the middle of a verbal bitchfight.

Daphne finally revealed her famous sneer. "Well, it's going to be curtains for you in a few more seconds! At least Hogwarts doesn't need its champions to seduce a Goblet in order to get chosen!”

“Daphne!” Susan whispered loudly. “Please stop!”

The intervention made Harry regain his senses and grab Fleur’s arm just as she was taking a breath to come up with a response. She turned around with an annoyed look but Harry simply tightened the grip and sharpened his eyes. He then stood up and led her away from the Great Hall but that did not stop Daphne.

“I see you’re going with the better part of valor, as the French often do!” snarked Daphne with Susan begging at her side to stop.

Fleur turned back even as she was being pulled outside. “Well, at least I don’t need to be kept on a leash like you!”

“That’s a lie,” quipped Luna as she joined them while Fleur continued to curse in French all the way back to the room.

“What was that?” demanded Harry once the door was closed.

Fleur gave an indignant look. “Ze bitch started eet. She insulted Luna.”

“Did she?” asked Luna. “I did not notice.”

“She called you a stray dog,” deadpanned Fleur.

“Oh… that’s not an insult – dogs are the best,” responded Luna before she headed out the door. “I need to go study, Master.”

Harry waved her goodbye before returning to Fleur. “She might have insulted Luna… but you did the same to Susan. She was just as innocent as Luna.”

To her credit, Fleur did look ashamed. “I do admit zat I went a little overboard but… zat little putain!”

“Daphne has a talent to get on everyone’s nerves. She isn’t called the ‘Royal Bitch of Slytherin’ without good reason. You just have to learn to deal with her… and attacking her sexual preferences? Really? I think it’d be extremely hypocritical of us to judge someone for what happens behind closed doors.” He took a second to reflect. “Though… I have to admit. I didn’t think Susan swung that way.”

“Non. At least not Susan.”

“What do you mean?”

“Susan swings for both teams.”

“You mean like Luna… and I guess you now? How do you know that?”

Fleur sighed before sitting down. “Women know zese zings… and a little angel told me some interesting zings.”

Harry stood for a few moments. “I can’t let this go unpunished; you know that?”

“Maitre! You can’t be serious!”

Shaking his head, Harry held out his hand. “Give me your lingerie.” Fleur grumbled before going to the drawers and giving him a pair of black silk undergarments. “You know which ones I mean?” chastised Harry. She was wearing them of course, and he waited patiently for her to slip out of them. “You won’t be wearing these for a while.”

“Non! I love zem, Maître! You cannot be so cruel!” whined Fleur like she was ten years younger.

Harry did not listen and placed them on the toy trunk before taking out a ballgag and some cuffs. “You will be cleaning the room every day for the next two weeks… starting now.”

Fleur sighed exaggeratedly before taking out her wand but before she could let out a spell, Harry stopped her. “No. No magic.” He summoned a broom and a duster before cuffing her hands in front of her and gagging her. “It’s the muggle way for you. And no speaking, either. Perhaps I will let you use your mouth if stop complaining. Oh… and orgasms are a no-no.”

A muffled wail of despair left Fleur’s lips as she took on the rest of her tasks. At times mumbling about her lost privileges. Other times complaining about the boring looking lingerie that Harry made her wear. Hopefully she would learn something before the week was over.

Susan always found it hard to be angry, and if she did, the feeling would usually leave quickly. There was little use to being angry; it only hurt oneself and prevented conciliation with others. All it did was lead to the worst aspects of human nature.

Disappointment, however, was a different thing altogether, and Merlin help her if she could not feel disappointed in Daphne.

“That French tart! Somebody needs to shut her mouth or she’ll find that it makes a tempting target for a little potion or two in her morning coffee,” ranted Daphne. She had not stopped stomping elegantly around the room since they’d arrived.

Susan shook her head, sitting down on the transfigured couch. “Don’t use your talents to harm others, even Professor Snape says that.”

“I don’t want to kill her… but maybe a few boils on her face will wipe that smile away.”

“Please don’t be so petty,” pleaded Susan, gingerly grasping Daphne’s hand to sit down. “I don’t like it when you act like this.”

Daphne scoffed but sat down. “You can’t live successfully without getting into conflict. Be more assertive!”

“Maybe that’s true… but this not a conflict that needs to happen,” responded Susan, her grip on Daphne getting tighter. “Why can’t you just… not talk to people like that?”

Daphne let out a breath. “Stop, Susan. I already get enough sermons from others. Not you.” She let a slender hand softly trail up Susan’s thigh. “I have more than a little stress to let out.”

For a moment, Susan wanted to resist, as if it were punishment for Daphne, but all the right buttons were being pushed. She let the hand go upward until it was undoing her yellow and black tie, followed by the buttons of her robe. The redhead was about to help but a kiss stopped her, and could barely afford to use her feet to kick of the black shoes.

Regaining her senses, she looked right into her lover’s amethyst eyes and smiled, feeling a sharp warmth spreading across her cheeks, just as it was doing between her legs. The Hufflepuff returned the favor by rapidly undoing Daphne’s uniform, lacking the same grace that the Slytherin beauty had. Soon enough she saw the white, old-fashioned underwear that Daphne wore, never having shopped outside Magical Britain.

Both of them ceased the teasing for just long enough to shed the remaining clothes they had left. “Did you lock the door?” asked Susan, trembling fingers fidgeting with the clasp of her bra.

“I did.”

Susan finally managed to get off the garment that seemed to be getting tighter every day. ‘When will these things stop growing?!’ Getting her underwear off was easier, revealing her fully nude body to Daphne. “A-And the n-noise charms?”

“In effect. Don’t worry and enjoy yourself.”

There were more precautions that Susan wanted to ask but seeing Daphne bare in front of her made was enough to make her choke on whatever words were going to come out. Feeling as if she had no control over her body, the redhead leant forward and planted a kiss on the Slytherin’s breast; the caresses on her crimson tresses she got in return were heaven.

Susan had come to realize in the months since the relationship had started that she enjoyed herself more when she just let go and let Daphne take the lead. Melting on the couch, she let Daphne’s hands lay touches on her that were as reserved and in control as she expected her lover to be. The Hufflepuff had always imagined that her first time with another person would consist of her partner pawing at her form like a beast, but the Slytherin acted as anything but… at least not when it was her being touched.

“Can I ask something of you?”

And there it was. Daphne may not have acted like a beast, but it was like she expected Susan of all people to act like one, when she requested one of her little… additions to their special time together.

“W-What do you want?” She was a little concerned of what the brilliant Slytherin might ask for this time. It had started simple at first – a little pinch here or a slightly degrading word there… but last time the dark-haired beauty had been asking for way too much.

“I… want to let out some stress,” said Daphne.

“I-I’m not going slap your breasts.”

Daphne sighed. “I believe that I was a little too demanding with that… how about something easier?” She crawled until she was bent atop Susan’s lap. “Can you… spank it a little?”

“W-What?!”

“It’s not that hard… just use the palm of your hand and,” she swayed her bottom, “strike.”

“I… I don’t –“ Susan took a deep breath to ease herself. This was the side of Daphne that she was most concerned with; the side that was asking for more and more… punishment? Pain? She did not know why someone wanted such a treatment but she tried not to judge. “Alright… I’ll do it this time.” She was at least pleasing her partner.

Daphne let out a breath and said no more as Susan tried her best to think about what to do. Trying to steady herself, the redhead softly caressed the pale behind, smiling when her partner let out a moan. Feeling more confident, she hardened her palm and struck.

The sound of flesh against flesh echoed inside the silent room. Aside from the sharp tinging on her palm, Susan felt Daphne stiffen before letting out a moan. “W-Was that too hard?” ‘I should have been more careful!’

The Slytherin shook her head. “No… in fact… can you go harder?”

“Harder?!”

“I can take it,” assured Daphne before settling down again.

“I… I don’t think I can go harder. Doesn’t it hurt?”

Daphne sighed loudly. “Let out your anger on me if you need to.”

“I’m not angry at you,” responded Susan.

A laugh escaped Daphne’s lips. “Are you not? Were you not angry with me just a few minutes ago? You looked quite miffed when I was putting that French whore in her place.”

“Don’t call her that!”

“There it is. Even you can get angry. Why don’t you use that to teach me a little lesson?”

Susan was not angry… but she would be lying if she said she didn’t want to see Daphne get a little bit of comeuppance for what happened at the Great Hall. The problem was that she wasn’t keen on being the one that administered that comeuppance. Resigned, she palmed her hand again and struck with a little bit more force than before.

“Harder!” gasped Daphne, jumping again when another slap came. “Oww…harder!” Both her pale cheeks were turning a healthy red but that did not deter her. “I’m a massive cunt, right?! Treat me like a massive cunt! Harder!”

The Hufflepuff’s hand was hurting and she didn’t want to do any more but it was like Daphne was a hungry for more pain than she could give. Ignoring the numbness, she struck again.

“Pull my hair!” demanded Daphne. Susan had never seen her lover be so… undignified. Daphne Greengrass had always been the epitome of refined pureblood; the pain on her palm was the only thing that convinced her that it was not a dream.

“That would really hurt yo –“

“Morgana’s tits, Susan! Can’t you give me this one thing?!” Susan relented and pulled on the long, dark tresses. “Aaah… yes! Just like that! Harder! Harder!”

“Enough!” yelled Susan, letting go of anything and staring at her throbbing red palm. “I don’t like doing these things to you!”

Daphne did not respond at first, laying still on Susan’s lap and breathing heavily. The image of pureblood perfection she was not – her ass was almost as red as Susan’s hair, and when she managed to turn around the expression painted was anything but that of a proper lady. “That’s alright. I believe that’s enough to get me properly excited.” Sure enough, her flower was wetter than Susan had ever seen. Her arms encircled the Hufflepuff and went back to passionate kisses.

Despite what had happened before, Susan went back to letting go of herself, letting Daphne take reign of the situation but in the back of her mind she knew that her lover was trying harder than desired. She did not wish to say anything to upset Daphne, but the redhead was feeling as if the passion of their first meetings was receding into a mire of dissatisfaction. Susan still loved Daphne despite having to deal with the downsides; she wanted to spend more time with her… but the more physical side of the relationship was beginning to go sour.

She tried her best to satisfy the pureblood Slytherin… but there was no enjoyment to be had in doing the punishing. At first, Susan was excited when she started a physical relationship with Daphne but now there was a healthy mix of anxiety accompanied the thrill.  “Am I enough?” she asked.

“What kind of question is that?” Daphne asked back with a hand teasing her own flower. “We work well together, do we not?”

Susan bit her lip. “I’m not sure I can go through with what you want. Would you not prefer… someone else?”

Daphne sighed and sat back on the couch, regaining the usual refined elegance even with the unkempt hair and nude body. “We work well enough. Having the responsibility of an heiress is not an easy prospect but one must learn to make the most of what one has.”

Closing her eyes, Susan rested her weary head on Daphne’s shoulder. “I don’t want to just be enough… but I think that is what I will end up being.” A hot tear trailed down her cheek. “I don’t want it to be just good enough to live with it.”

“What do you wish for? It’s not going to be easy to find another person to join the two of us.”

Susan imagined the situation. Certainly, it would be easier for her to be the observer when Daphne asked for her little eccentricities. Merlin, she may even find it a bit exciting to see a humbled Slytherin every once in a while… but Daphne was right; it would not be easy to find someone to satisfy all that. “I will do what I can. I… I do love you… and I don’t want our sexual needs to get in the way of that.”

“Oh, my sweet Susan. I don’t intend to end it just yet. If I ever do, it will not be your fault.”

The Hufflepuff wanted to believe her lover more than anything, but as she laid down to enjoy Daphne’s sweet touches, they did nothing to relieve her heavy heart.

Today was finally the day; the day in which Fleur would meet his godfather. It wasn’t like he was nervous – Sirius of all people would hardly object to his choice in partners – but there was still something inside him that put him on edge. More than likely it was Sirius not being able to control himself in front of his girlfriend.

“You look nervous, mon chéri… afraid about ‘ow eet will go.” Despite still being clearly peeved about the whole punishment ordeal, Fleur seemed as cheerful as ever. More than likely because vacation was here and with that came the end of her punishment.

Not to mention the fact that Harry had promised to take her shopping.

“I am sure zat your parrain will not be bozzered by me.”

‘Gorgeous, the only person that might get bothered is you.’ “We’re going to the seventh floor. Remember the Room of Requirement?”

Fleur grabbed his hand tightly. “Oui… ‘ow could I forget ze place where zis… zing between us started.” She licked her lips. “You collared me zat night, tied me up… slept wiz me.” A silent giggled escaped her. “We even met Luna back zen.”

Harry nodded. “Yes, well, aside from being a great place to put collars on gorgeous French witches, I’ve also been using it as a place to practice with Sirius. It’s great – lets us get all sorts of equipment for training.”

The laugh Fleur let out let him know that they were back to naughty talk. She whispered into his ear, “You know… I ‘ave a lot of ideas for a room zat can give us all sorts of equipment.”

He surveyed the area, making sure that there was no one around before sending a firm slap to her behind, smirking at her silent and oddly dignified yelp. “I’m not spoiling you before Friday, beautiful.”

“But I like being spoiled!” whined Fleur. “I’ve been good, non? I want to be naughty again!”

“And how would you go about being naughty?”

Fleur’s breath against his ear admittedly sent a shiver down his spine. “I’d be wearing my lingerie, évidemment. On ze bed… or is kneeling better? Yes, I zink kneeling… kneeling and collared on ze bed. You’d come ‘ome since you’re so tired from training. Everybody needs relief, non? Did you know zat Veela learn a traditional massage? Eet involves me using my entire body to take your… stress away. By ze end, ze only zing I will not use is my mouth… but zen I can do zat zing zat you like so much wiz my tongue.”

“Enough,” said Harry. The last thing he needed now was to show up with the front of his pants as a makeshift tent.

Sirius was not alone when they arrived. Not that that was an unusual thing; Remus was often waiting to help train Harry as well. But it wasn’t the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that was speaking with Sirius. The figure had his back to them but the colorful robes betrayed the identity.

“Professor Dumbledore,” greeted Harry, a little uncertain about seeing Dumbledore speaking to Sirius on the Room of Requirement rather than the Headmaster’s office.

“Harry,” greeted Dumbledore and then slowly turned towards Fleur, “and Ms. Delacour. Wonderful afternoon, is it not?” He turned towards Sirius and gave a nod. “Well… I believe that we can continue this conversation some other time.” The Headmaster slowly walked to the entrance before turning towards Harry again. “Now Harry, I trust you know that this room is to be used responsibly, correct?”

“Of course, Professor.” Harry waited for the Headmaster to leave before turning towards Sirius. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing.”

Harry looked at Sirius with a dead expression. “It’s a bit hard to be prepared when I’m not being told what’s happening, isn’t it? I’m sure somebody in history lost a war due to being poorly informed.”

Sirius made a small wince. “I guess there’s no harm in telling you – Crouch is dead.”

That was certainly something that Harry wasn’t expecting. Briefly, he tried to recall a face to go along with the name but he had barely paid attention to the man. Among the judges, Crouch was the least interesting when compared to the Hogwarts Headmaster, former death eater Karkaroff, the towering Madame Maxine, and even the flamboyant Ludo Bagman. The only thing that Harry seemed to remember was a neatly dressed man that was more comfortable with Muggle style clothes rather than wizarding robes

“Crouch? Ze boring looking judge?” asked Fleur. “What ‘appened?”

Sirius shook his head. “I don’t know. We found his body in the Forbidden Woods shortly after the Second Task but there was nothing else… nor have we found a reason that anyone would want to murder him aside from being dangerously dull.”

Fleur huffed. ““I mean, I zought ‘is choice of clozzing was a crime but I zink zat killing ‘im for eet is a bit far-fetched… especially een zis country.”

Cackling, Sirius changed his mood and the conversation. “So this is the lovely young woman that managed to snag my godson.” He grinned and gave thumbs up. “Now I can see why you’ve been hiding her. You’ve probably spent the last months driving other guys off with a stick. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle.”

A soft giggle escaped Fleur’s mouth. “’Arry’s not ze only one wiz a stick, Monsieur Black.”

“Please, call me Sirius… or Padfoot. My last name makes me feel old.”

“Well my last name is too beautiful to make me feel old, but you can call me Fleur.”

Harry snickered “You are getting old, old man. You were struggling to catch your breath the last session.”

Sirius let out a loud laugh. “You still have a lot to learn to beat me, Prongslet.” He flicked his wrist and a wand appeared. “Let’s not waste any time. You’ll get to enjoy your girlfriend later.”

The Gryffindor champion took out his wand as well and stepped over to where the pads were. Fleur, on the other hand, walked to a simple wooden chair, closed her eyes and shook her head derisively, transfigured it into an ornate chaise longue and laid down on it like a model during a photoshoot.

“Eyes on your opponent,” chastised Sirius, looking like he wanted to laugh. “Never take your eyes off your opponent, even if there are better things to look at.”

Harry admittedly flushed a bit but was determined not to show anything and turned his attention back to his godfather and threw a quick stunner, noticing that Sirius’ gaze had wandered to Fleur. “Eyes on your opponent,” he mocked

Sirius quickly returned to his senses, enough to shield against his spell wordlessly at the last moment. “You’ll need a lot of more training to get the drop on me,” he laughed before sending a stunner himself. “How about a little warmup?”

Harry dodged the stunner and waited for an opening to strike himself. Once he saw that Sirius was slowing down, he sent stunner after stunner against his godfather, giving him little to no time to recover. He used his youth and vigor in battle, barely feeling tired at all despite the number of spells leaving the tip of his wand.

He used almost every spell on his arsenal that did not include life-threatening curses, but Sirius was still blocking all of them expertly, as befitting of an veteran Auror. It was a contest of experience against youth and sheer power.

The tables turned again and Sirius sent a few shots at him. Until now, Harry had preferred to dodge spells rather than use shields. The former was simply much more intuitive than bringing up magical protection, especially when he had still not mastered the art of summoning them wordlessly.

“So crude,” commented Fleur while still posing like a supermodel. “Zere is no grace ‘ere at all, mon chéri.”

Harry turned to see his girlfriend. “I didn’t realize that fighting was meant to be some kind of artistic expression, beautiful.”

Fleur sighed loudly, “Everyzing is an artistic expression. Zat is somezing zat you and ze rest of zis backwater do not seem to understand.” She stood up and took out her wand. “Commençons!”

“Beautiful, I don’t want to –“

A laugh left Fleur’s mouth. “You don’t want to fight me, mon chéri? Do you zink I am too weak? Do I need to you remind you zat aside from being perfect, your girlfriend is also a champion?”

Harry shook his head. “I know that you’re a great witch, but I’m uncomfortable with the possibility of causing my girlfriend any pain.”

Fleur smirked and calmly walked up to him until her whisper could not reach Sirius’ ears. “You seem to ‘ave no problem wiz giving me painful lessons in private, Maître.”

Harry was too distracted after that that he barely noticed Fleur stepping back into position and firing a stunner. A last-minute dodge made sure he wasn’t hit by it but there was another that he noticed just in time to make a quick shield.

“Shields? Zat is good, mon cheri. Let us see ‘ow well zey can ‘old up against me, oui?”

Harry took the opportunity to launch a weak stunner towards her but she effortlessly dodged it like an expert dancer following a strict choreography. In fact, the whole situation made him feel like he was in a dance, with him being the one that was stumbling on his partner’s toes while Fleur expertly maneuvered around him, sometimes with shields, sometimes with sheer physical grace. Every spell he sent was effortlessly dealt with while he was finding it difficult to step aside or pull out a shield at the last minute.

Suddenly, Harry found himself stuck in place. He looked down to his feet to see that they would not budge, like they were stuck with some sort of superheated glue. ‘A sticking charm!’ he realized, too distracted to see a mild stunner heading towards him; impossible for him to dodge, and too late to pull out a shield. The spell hit him on the chest, sending him to the ground.

The next thing he noticed was that he was laying on the ground, with both Fleur and Sirius looking down on him. He groaned before trying to stand up with his godfather’s help. “When did you use a sticking charm?” he asked, trying to recall their duel.

Fleur’s blue eyes danced with mischief and mirth. “When I walked and whispered to you, mon chéri. Did you not see me point my wand to ze ground or were you too… distracted?”

Harry did not let the embarrassment show in any way once he remembered that he had in fact, not been concentrating on anything other than what his hormones dictated.

Sirius chortled loudly as he finished helping Harry. “I can’t say I blame you there, Harry.”

“You are vairy strong, mon chéri, your raw strength is greater zan mine.” She tapped a finger to her temple. “Zat is why I ‘ave to fight wiz my ‘ead more zan wiz my natural power,” she lectured. “You can’t just throw spells at someone and expect to win. You ‘ave to expand your strategies, learn more spells and zeir uses. When you look at professional dueling clubs, some fights are won before zey even begin. Eet is more important in a real fight where rules matter little – especially to ze dark wizards and witches.”

Harry chuckled tiredly before getting close to Fleur and kissing. “Well you know I can’t let it end like this, beautiful.” He secretly pointed his wand at her. “Incarcerous!” From the tip, long black ropes were summoned and, as if they had a life of their own, wrapped around Fleur’s body tightly like snakes. They did not form the professional patterns he’d seen from several pictures, but it was a work in progress.

“Quoi!?” gasped Fleur, letting go of her wand after the surprise attack. Harry made sure to pick it up carefully. “You cheat, mon chéri!”

“I guess you were too distracted, love,” snickered Harry, picking and placing her over his shoulder. “Don’t be a sore loser now.” He turned towards Sirius. “Think that’s enough for today?”

Sirius laughed. “Sure, but it’s going to be rougher next time. I have a spell for you to learn.”

Harry nodded before adjusting his wriggling girlfriend and whispering, “Stop whining, beautiful. You always did say I’m a barbarian.”

Fleur huffed but continued to struggle playfully. “Eet’s in your blood, you savage. Years of breeding wiz brutes can’t ‘ave been good.”

“Oh… right. I remember now that we did help conquer Gaul.” He waited until he was out of the room and gave her a spank. “And Agincourt now that I remember.”

“Orléans… Hastings. You louts seem to forget zat your kingdom started zanks to us.”

Another spank. “Waterloo. We can do this all day, beautiful. Now… this barbarian has taken a great prize and now wants to take her back to his lair. Do your nation proud and surrender.”

Fleur became silent for a while before gasping. “Maître! We are een public! Put me down!”

That had been a concern at first for Harry, but most students were currently eating at the moment. The halls were empty. “Nobody’s going to see us, beautiful… maybe the ghosts but nobody takes them seriously.”

“Zey will ‘ear us.”

Another spank. “Then you’ll have to be really quiet, beautiful.”

“I’ll talk to you when I get back,” said Hermione while shrinking her trunk, ready to go out on the train back to her parents for Easter break. “Please try and stay out of trouble while I’m gone, alright?” While her words were similar to the authoritative ones she used in their first years, her voice was more of concern than anything.

Harry hugged her closely. “Don’t you worry, Hermione. Have fun.” He turned towards Fleur. ‘We sure as hell will.”

Hermione huffed. “I wasn’t saying it to you – I was saying it to Fleur. I know you’ll just do the opposite of what I say.”

“Oui, oui. We will be good.” She grabbed his hand, and smirked at him, her blue eyes sparkling with a strange sort of greed.

Like almost everyone in Hogwarts, Harry had been looking forwards to Easter holidays. Not because of family gatherings or trips to the beach, but because of the woman that was holding his hand with barely restrained excitement.

Neville had already boarded the train. Before that, he had seen Susan and Hannah get inside already, and Daphne had done so as soon as the doors had been opened. Hermione though, was taking more time than usual to say her goodbyes, avoiding her usual punctual habits. With a final slow wave of her hand, she stepped inside.

“Enfin!” Fleur exclaimed once they both arrived to their room, lying down on the divan. “No classes and no Madame Maxine – two weeks all for ourselves!”

“So, you are staying? I thought you’d be eager to go to your family since you didn’t see them last month.” Not that Harry was unhappy to the idea of her staying, he even had a planned trip that would be far more fun with her in tow.

“Évidemment, You weren’t going to make any plans wizzout me, were you, Maître?” teased Fleur as she started to unbutton her uniform. “Because zere are a lot of zings I wanted to do wiz you… and Luna stayed, did she not? Magnifique!”

Harry nodded. “She told me her father went on a trip, so she decided to remain here.” He watched as Fleur stripped down to her underwear and dragged their trunk from under the bed, taking the catalogue inside.

“Let us see… we need more gags, we still do not ‘ave an armbinder,” she grabbed the leather cuffs and began fastening them to her wrists and ankles, leaving the collar for last, “zere is a disturbing lack of rope. Now zat I zink about eet, you ‘ave not used eet on me much. Oooh! We absolutely need to buy a collar for Luna!” She spent the rest of the day and well into the night marking her wishes on a list.

It was easy to convince Sirius to get them a portkey to London, and Harry had been preparing the Ageing potion for days with the help of Fleur.  With that and a quick transfiguration to make his clothes bigger, he was ready to hit the streets.

“I ‘ope zat four years go by quickly,” said Fleur once Harry stepped out of the bathroom, four years older.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Harry saw that his features sharpened, and his height was such that Fleur was almost a head shorter than him while normally they’d be around the same size. Other than that, not much had changed; his messy black hair and green eyes were still the same but a pressure from below the belt-line told him that’d he’d matured quite well.

“Our first time shopping! Oh là là! Do you want me to model for you?” gushed Fleur as they passed through the crowds, with many men and more than a few women blatantly staring at her.

“This potion will only work for a few hours. Let’s get right to the business at hand.”

“Ah! Ze naughty zings first! Could not agree more.”

The establishment they eventually arrived at did not have any advertisement that made its nature known, but anyone who pondered the name “Garden of Venus” for more than a second, as well as the dark tinted windows, probably knew what was sold inside. Inside, it was surprisingly empty, with the exception of a female clerk that happily welcomed them.

“Welcome to Garden of Venus! Ah, Mister Potter! You are back… and I’m guessing your companion is…” she greeted, letting the sentence hang with her eyes fixed on Fleur’s collar after the French beauty had taken off her scarf.

Harry nodded. “Good to see you, Olivia.”

“My, my. Now I know why he was keeping you hidden. He must have a hard time getting all the guys off you.”

“Zat is an effort for ze both of us, believe me.”

“Anyways, you’re safe here. Don’t be ashamed to ask anything you want. We’re here to fulfil your kinkiest desires.”

“Do you ‘ave outfits? I ‘ave zis exquisite lingerie and I want more.”

As Fleur stepped into the clothing section, Harry felt himself more at ease. The first time he’d stepped inside the sex shop he had almost felt his heart jump out of his throat, but the second time around – even with an excited Fleur – was definitely easier now that he didn’t look like a curious kid that didn’t know what he was doing. Taking his time, he walked over to where he’d last seen the collars and inspected the different types.

Harry was already familiar with the leather ones; those were the most comfortable given the material, so his eyes were more focused this time around the metal ones. With a warming charm, he would be able to make them easier to wear on cooler weather. Right next to the collars were the shackles and cuffs, neatly arranged by size.

Something caught his eye, however. Right next to some porno mags and erotica novels there were several manuals. Some of them were for the care of most of the material that was available on the store, others were tips and guidelines on BDSM relationships, and one that he immediately picked up was a book on rope bondage. The reason why he hadn’t used rope much on Fleur was his admitted inexperience with binding a person with it.

With only Harry and Fleur as customers, it was easy for him to hear the conversation between Olivia and his excited girlfriend. “Here we have the costumes. We have cute outfits in leather, vinyl…”

“Latex?!” questioned an enthusiastic Fleur.

“Ah! You looked more like a lady that appreciates latex. Did you like that lingerie?”

“I love eet! Do you mind if I look around?” Harry turned gaze to see Fleur running her hand around several outfits, picking some of them and using the mirror to check them. “So beautiful,” she swooned while holding a gleaming red dress before gently passing it to Olivia. “I’ll be taking zat one.” She then grabbed another, this one with a short skirt and black in color. “Zis one too… and zis one… and zis one… oooh! Zis one has such exquisite pattern! I’ll take eet! Ah… zere are ze stockings as well… and I need more lingerie. Are… are zose leopard prints in ze gloves?!”

Once Harry saw his basket filled with gear – not to mention Fleur’s rapidly growing pile of fetishwear – that he was thankful that he was using a credit card; no wallet in existence would be able to hold enough cash to pay for all of it.

“I zink zat is enough,” sighed Fleur as she placed one last skirt on the counter along with an instruction manual and kit to take care of her new purchases. “Enough for now at least.” She turned to Harry and whispered, “You are making your Fleur very ‘appy, mon chéri.”

“Well… I have to say that you have behaved. In the last week you have only criticized English food half a dozen times.”

“A difficult task, I will ‘ave you know.”

Harry spied the price number increasing exponentially and then looked before turning back to Fleur. “Do you want to buy something as a surprise? Maybe for Luna?” He looked back at some of the objects offered on display. “I think I want to keep a few things for the right moment.”

Fleur’s eyes flashed towards the price and looked back. “Are you sure? You may regret giving a woman permission to continue shopping, mon amour.”

“Go ahead,” assured Harry and smiled as his girlfriend’s face brightened up again, leaving him enough time to grab a garment he’d seen last time and to his delight, was still on offer. Grabbing the black and white outfit, he walked back to the counter. “Can you pack this in secret, please.”

Olivia sent a knowing smirk. “Ah… the classic. Bit cliché, don’t you think.”

“Hey, my girlfriend’s French. Pretty sure it’s against the law if I don’t have her wear this at least once.” Harry passed the plastic card to Olivia and stepped out, waiting for Fleur to finish with the rest of her surprise purchases.

“I zink Luna will like what I bought ‘er.” She grabbed Harry’s arm and nestled it between her breasts. “Zank you so much for spoiling your Fleur, Maître.”

“It’s not like I won’t enjoy it as well, beautiful.” Harry smirked before both of them said their goodbyes to Olivia and walked to an isolated alleyway where they placed the purchases inside a shrunken trunk that Harry kept in his back pocket. He felt the effects of the potion starting to recede just as they arrived back to the Leaky Cauldron. With Sirius’ help, they were back to Hogwarts by nightfall.

“My… ‘ow will I be tied up today? Maybe somezing daring?” pondered a fully nude Fleur, lying face down on the bed with a rubber armbinder on one hand. “Maybe somezing a little more practical.” On her other hand was a pair of cuffs. “Decisions, decisions… so ‘ard to make zem. I leave it to you, Maître.”

Harry ignored the restraints that Fleur had placed in front of him, going instead to the trunk and picking out a length of pure white rope, its softness made specifically for bondage. He had spent the day reading the manual he’d bought earlier, and now he felt the need to try his new knowledge on the willing French submissive. “I believe you were complaining about me not using enough rope.”

Fleur smiled seductively, swinging her legs back and forth slowly. “A basic and crude method… but een ze right ‘ands… it can create art. Is your barbarian mind enough to use your canvas, Maître?”

“Be it crude or elegant, you tend to enjoy it either way.” Harry returned Fleur’s smile with a confident smirk that widened when she turned around and placed her hands behind her back. He placed both her arms with each palm on her elbows so they resembled a square, quickly putting his earlier study of the so called “box-tie”, he maneuvered the soft rope. First, the forearms were bound and with the same length of long rope, it was attached to the shoulders, and later around the entire chest, both above and below her breasts. The Gryffindor finished the ensemble with a knot that would easily be undone if it was necessary.

“It’s a lot more intricate than your average Incarcerous spell,” mumbled Harry, testing the binds, admiring the way It made Fleur’s chest bulge slightly forward.

Fleur let out a giggle. “Sometimes, magic can be too blunt to be beautiful… kind of like ze Eenglish now zat I zink.”

A loud spank silenced her. “Behave,” chastised Harry as grabbed another length of rope and concentrated on her legs, “or you’re going back into punishment.” The manual and the pictures that were contained within showed quite a bit of different ways to bind someone with rope. There was one in particular that he wanted to out.

Instead of binding the two extremities together as was often the case, the binding method described as the “frog-tie” called for the entire leg to be folded as if kneeling, and then binding the ankle and calf against the thigh, leaving the legs bound and yet still able to spread them open, leaving easy access to Fleur’s core.

“You ‘ave gotten good at zis, Maitre,” whispered Fleur as she playfully struggled in her bonds, trying to move her legs up and down, leaving Harry with a wonderful spectacle of a foreign beauty inadvertently showing off all her assets until she stopped, panting for a break. “I guess backwards savages know well enough ‘ow to bind a woman. Now zat you ‘ave captured your French prisoner, what will you do wiz ‘er?”

Harry’s thoughts were broken for a moment. So concentrated was he on getting Fleur bound that if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t really have a plan after that. His eyes were still lingering between the French witch’s legs when he felt his body moving forwards until his face was only a few inches away from his girlfriend’s core. Only at that moment did he realize that Fleur had stopped moving, a quick look and he saw she was now staring wide-eyed at him with a healthy flush of red spread across her cheeks.

Neither said anything as Harry used his fingers to spread the petals apart, exposing more of the sensitive pink flesh. He allowed himself a brief time to take what was in front of him into account, and a part of him could not help but return to Sirius’ haphazard attempts at sexual education, yet the female sex in front of him was very much similar to those described in both magical and muggle textbooks.

His fingers were soon feeling Fleur’s labia, which appeared to be glistening more and more as he intensified the ministrations, feeling a tell-tale wetness on his digits. “You are such a dirty girl behind closed doors, aren’t you?” he said, finally finding his voice.

“J-Just for you, Maître.” Fleur was biting her lip, yet it did little prevent the moans from escaping, only stopping when Harry stopped teasing her and watched her respond once more. Her face now fully flushed, she looked to be resting but her pussy was almost throbbing with need; wet to the extent that light reflected upon it.

Harry stared for a few moments, not knowing what to do for a few minutes, until some sort of instinct took over and he opened his mouth, tongue spilling out and gave an experimental lick to the velvety folds.

“ Ah… ‘Arry?” gasped Fleur. It had been a long time since she had used his real name.

“You’ve done this to me plenty – It’s only fair that I return the favor,” He dove in again, this time a little more confidently. The biggest surprise was the taste. Slightly sweet; nothing like what he’d read it’d taste like. In the back of his mind, he catalogued it as another in the list of “Veela features” that Fleur had yet to reveal. Right between overnight puberty and rapidly healing scars.

As licks turned to suckles and even soft bites, muted moans turned into screams. Thank Merlin for privacy charms because one of the first things he’d learned about Fleur it was that her strong voice was not just for haughty remarks.

Whether by instinct or reflex, Fleur spasmed and tried to close her legs but Harry kept them pinned at the sides while all methodology left him and he simply tried everything to push Fleur further and further towards the edge of orgasm.

“D-Do I ‘ave permission?!” screamed Fleur while trying to thrust her pelvis further. It was at moment like these that Fleur looked like a completely different person: sweating, panting, and with a red flush all across her body. So completely unlike the persona she portrayed in public.

Harry let the question hang for a few moments before he pulled away from his girlfriends’ sex and continued to edge her with just his fingers. “Hold,” he commanded.

“Maître!” Fleur whined but Harry only kept edging her.

“Just imagine your friends… your colleagues… your teacher. All of them seeing you like this. Where’s the classy Fleur they all know?”

“I… I…” Fleur could not finish whatever sentence she wanted to say, merely shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth as Harry prolonged the coming climax more and more.

Seeing that his submissive was too far gone to respond any more, Harry finally sped up the process, leaning his head forward and saying just one single word. “Cum.”

Fleur released a combination of a gasp and a scream before slumping down while Harry felt his already wet hand feel even wetter. His girlfriend lost all control of her herself and even he had to admit that he felt almost woozy at the sight an unrestrained Veela allure. It took several minutes for Fleur to stop twitching in her bindings and become coherent again.

“Z-Zank you,” she gasped before accepting Harry’s help to return to a seating position. She was still bound, but had already stopped struggling. “Am correct right in believing zat my punishment is over?”

Harry smiled. “In a way. Not like I don’t want to see you enjoy your purchases… but before we get to that.” He undid his pants and brandished his hardened tool. “I think it’s time you returned the favor.”

AN: Seven months… oof!

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