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 XXV: Sweetheart

Night had long since fallen when Susan stood in front of Harry’s room.

She had been here before, of course. Every day since she had arrived at the manor in fact, to make the bed, grab the dirty laundry, take out the dishes, if any, and restock the bathroom if needed. There was no need for sweeping or dusting the floor, though, neither in Harry’s room or the rest of the building. It seemed that Potter Manor’s magic took care of that. Only minimal dust gathered on some of the objects, nothing more.

But she had never come here at night. 

Blood pumped against Susan’s ears when she gathered her nerve and opened the door. She had seen the room before with the natural light of the sun. Now, lit only with the dim flames of candles, it made her body numb.

“Come in,” said Harry’s voice, shaking Susan from her spot. The need to follow commands overcame her fears.

Harry was standing beside the bed, which had been white rose petals. Fleur’s idea, she imagined, one that made her throat tighten. White for the purity and innocence that she will lose tonight.

He stepped toward her and after looking into her eyes, gave a quick peck to her lips. “Hey.”

She gave a nervous smile. “Hey.”

“Remember. There’s no pressure here. This is for you to enjoy, and if you don’t feel at ease, we can –”

“No,” Susan replied with a low voice, but no stutter. “I’m prepared… there’s no risk of pregnancy with the potion. Just… please be gentle.”

“I will.”

“Thank you. Wh-What do you want me to do?” she asked, her voice strangling in her throat, despite her best efforts to sound confident. 

Harry gave her a comforting grin, his palm reaching for her cheek with a tender touch. “You don’t have to do anything. That’s my job. All you have to do is feel. Remember, you can stop this at any time.”

Susan returned a nervous smile and nodded, to reassure herself more than him. She followed his lead to near the fireplace, where a full body mirror was attached to the wall. Even with the dim light of the candles to illuminate her sight, she could see her darkened reflection, wearing a simple white dress and sandals, with Harry standing behind her like a shadow. A pair of hands settled on her shoulders, gently rubbing the stress out of her muscles, and slowly pulling the straps of her dress to the side.

“Aah!” she gasped when the dress slipped from her form, revealing  that she had chosen to wear only panties. Slightly freckled shoulders gave way to her large and still developing breasts.

Harry’s fingers moved downwards from her shoulders, to her arms, and finally around her body in a close hug from behind, her bare back nestled against his chest. Lowering his head, Harry placed a kiss on the crown of her head, his thumbs dragging themselves across her stomach.

As his hands reached up from her hips to her bust, she had to fight every trained reflex to cover them. At one point, Susan had come to resent her breasts. She blamed them for most of her friends leaving her, jealous of the attention that the boys gave her chest, it mattered little how much she tried to tell them that she wasn’t interested. It made her buy clothes several times her size to hide them, but they just grew bigger to fit the robes, as if to mock her. 

Susan closed her eyes and tightened her jaw, recalling the many times some boy had taken the opportunity in the crowded hallways to cop a feel. 

“Is this alright?” Harry’s voice whispered into her ear.

Susan bit her lip to hold back tears. This wasn’t how it should happen. She wanted him to know that she trusted him not to hurt her. “Sorry,” she whispered back. “It’s alright.”

Harry’s hands continued downward, but slowly, dragging his fingers across her pale skin. The sensations sent tingling spikes through her back and down between her legs. “Don’t worry… trust me?”

She gave him a slow nod. “I… do.”

“I will never hurt you, sweetheart.”

The name caused a warmth to spread from her heart throughout the rest of her body, reaching all the way to her face, where a little smile broke through. It made her feel at ease, even as one of his hands reached her right breast.

A gasp escaped Susan’s lips. Nobody had ever touched her like this, even her times with Daphne were mostly reserved to kissing and cuddling. All fear was gone, and soon she gave in to Harry’s gentle caresses. Sparks of pleasure were sent from her breast down to the tips of her toes.

“Oh…” moaned Susan as his fingers found her nipples, and the sparks of pleasure became lightning fast, almost causing her body to give out, and she would have collapsed if not for Harry’s other arm holding her waist. She soon let go of herself, surrendering to Harry’s fingers, and her own ecstasy.

She may have resented her breasts before, but now, giving them to someone that she held strong feelings for, and feeling the pleasures his hands gave her, Susan realized how much she loved her breasts. They were a part of her, of who she was. There was nothing wrong with her bust, it was the others that were wrong, and Harry was not like them. Her arms relaxed, letting go of all the tension in her body. Harry supported her weakened body, and not for a second did she doubt he would.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart.” Another wave of warmth traveled through her body. The name brought so much joy she wanted to cry. Opening her eyes again, she stared at her own reflection. In the dim light, her vision was hazy, Harry behind her like a protective shadow, and her own face, flushed red, filled with desire for his praise, his touch, his love.

While one hand was on her breast, the other trailed from her stomach downward, reaching for her panties. “Yes…” Her voice carried a small whimper, but there was no hesitation in her mind even as Harry’s fingers hooked on the hem of her panties and slowly pulled them down to join her dress at her feet. Her breath quickened as his hand slid over her skin and gently touched between her legs.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his rough fingers barely glide over her core. Immediately, her body tensed once again, until Harry began to plant kisses on her neck. 

Melting into his arms completely, Susan closed her eyes and surrendered to pleasure.

Susan didn’t know what it was like to have sex with another, but she had heard the horror stories of boys that didn’t care much about their partners and just went in, making it painful for the girl. Whether they were truly horror stories or exaggerations, Susan still felt incredibly thankful for what Harry was doing. Exploring her, teasing her, making her wet for him, and it was working.

Slowly, she felt the hand teasing her folds go slowly towards her legs while the one teasing her breasts moved to her back. She made a silent squeak as she felt her feet leave the ground and opened her eyes to meet Harry’s. Her face flushed as she realized he was carrying her just like a princess from the stories. Her hands were clasped in front of her, pushing against her breasts, and Harry leaned down for a kiss.

“Do you want more, Susan?” Harry asked in a low, deep voice.

“Yes,” she moaned into his lips with need, “please.”

Susan felt herself being led towards the bed, carried as if she were light as a feather. She knew what was going to happen next, and while her heart began to beat louder, it was no longer from fear.

The sheets were soft against her bare skin as she was laid gently on the mattress. When Harry undid his shirt to reveal his toned body, Susan felt her face flush and an ache thrummed between her legs.

“So…” Susan gasped. “Are… are you going to spank me or…” she let the question hang. The intricacies of what Harry, Fleur, and Luna did were lost on her, but she could imagine some scenarios, if her experiences with Daphne were any hint.

“Nothing you won’t want,” Harry said confidently as he leaned in for another kiss. As she closed her eyes she lost herself once again in a sea of sensations. Calloused but gentle hands explored her breasts, every time her nipples were touched adding to her increasing desire for more. Suddenly his hands went to her shoulders and traveled away until both of her wrists were placed together in front of her.

She opened her eyes to see Harry sit down beside her on the mattress, and pulled her to sit on his lap. The shame of laying her bare ass on his legs was drowned by her feelings for him now. 

“Are you ready?”

She nodded. “I am.”

Not letting go of her hands, Harry reached to his side and pulled out a flimsy item. In the dim light of the candles, it was hard to see what it was, only when it was brought closer to her could she see that it was a silk scarf. When it was brought to her joined wrists, Susan finally understood what Harry’s intention was.

‘He’s going to tie my hands.’ Both of them paused, Susan frozen in place, only moving to bite her own lips, and Harry waiting for her to accept.

A nod was all he needed.

Grey eyes were transfixed, focused on the scarf that was being threaded around her wrists as Harry tied them. The black silk was soft on her skin as it forced both of her hands together. The scarf was long enough for it to surround her slender wrists three times before Harry pulled the last bit between to tie it in a loose knot. 

Harry allowed her a moment after he was done. Susan played with her now bound hands. The silk was secure enough so that her hands couldn’t slip through, especially with the knot between her wrists, but it still had enough give that she didn’t feel like her circulation was being cut off. More than anything though, it made her helpless, unable to defend herself.

But she didn’t need to defend herself around him.

Even when she was completely in the nude, even when she was away from the home she grew up in, surrounded by the people she trusted to keep her safe, even when her hands were taken away from her, Susan felt more protected than she’d ever been in her life.

She turned to him, with a small smile, and this time it was her who closed the gap between their lips. Suddenly forgetting her hands were tied, she awkwardly tried to hold onto his neck. He let out a chuckle at her clumsiness, which she answered with a giggle. Thinking quickly, she maneuvered her bound hands over his head and behind his neck, pressing their bodies together, her breasts meeting his chest.

With their bodies almost welded together, Harry smiled as he struggled to take the rest of his clothes off. Susan stopped kissing when his pants were discarded, followed by his underwear.

Her mouth opened slightly at the sight of his nakedness. Never having seen another man’s privates, she couldn’t tell just how different Harry was from the others, but to her, it seemed that he was… healthy. It didn’t take long for it to harden, and her extracurricular medical interests reminded her of what it meant.

He was aroused… and he wanted to have sex with her.

“Are you ready for this?” Harry asked.

She gave a shaky nod. “I am. It’s just… please be careful.”

“Of course.”

“And Harry?”

“Yes?”

She bit her lip. “Could you call me ‘sweetheart’ again?”

He gave her a quick kiss and a grin. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Not breaking eye contact, Susan felt his fingers reach between her legs to confirm what she already knew: she was wet for him. “Oh,” she breathed as one of his fingers slipped inside, making her drown in even more pleasure. Closing her eyes, the redhead allowed herself to surrender to his touch as he continued to tease and explore her.

“Just let yourself go, sweetheart,” he whispered between kisses.

The teasing fingers withdrew from her nether lips, and she whimpered in protest, only to breathe deeply as she felt something hard and hot prod against her entrance. Susan’s eyes opened to meet his, the world silent around them, until she pulled down on her bound wrists and their lips met, giving him her full permission. Not hesitating any longer, Harry began to enter her.

Susan’s kissing stopped the moment she felt the hard tip slip inside easily with all her wetness. Her breath was in her throat as he went deeper inside her, gasping  when one of his fingers teased the bundle of nerves right above his manhood. A shaky breath left her lips as pleasure and slight discomfort mixed until it hitched when some pain shot across her body. 

He immediately stopped, almost as if letting her get used to him. She was thankful for it then, knowing that some other boys would’ve just gone in fully, with no consideration to her pain. It wasn’t his first time, and doubtlessly his experiences with Fleur and Luna had prepared him for her.

“Shh…” he whispered into her ear when she let out a whimper, tears springing from her closed eyes until his thumb dried them. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” She whimpered again, but not from pain this time. The swell of emotions was just too much: fear, joy, pain, and love, all of it coming out at once.

New tears sprung from her eyes. Her arms went limp, only being held on by the bindings around her wrists, bindings that Harry had made for her, that kept her safe. Her lips quivered as the old thoughts came back with a vengeance. She didn’t deserve him, didn’t deserve the love and care. She couldn’t even give herself to him without crying.

But Harry’s voice returned. “You can cry, sweetheart. I’m here for you, remember? I’ll take care of you. Just let go.” His words were a lifeline, pulling her out of the dark hole she was throwing herself in. No matter how many tears she spilled, he would always wipe them away, and the silk around her wrists kept her fixed to him, kept her close, kept her safe.

Safe and loved.

Susan’s wet, grey eyes opened again, blurry from the tears, but Harry’s face was clear enough. Her gaze was fixed on his green orbs and, through trembling lips, let out her voice.

“D-Do you love me?”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

A torrent of warmth burst from her heart, and a renewed strength found her using her nearly paralyzed legs to lock herself to him and push the rest of the way in.

“Oh!” she cried, feeling the sharp pain turn to a gentle numbness, but she cared little now when it felt so right to be filled by Harry. The boy who loved and wanted her; the boy that protected and called her such beautiful names.

Harry, for his part, began to shuffle their bodies, arms holding her even as her hands were bound around his neck and her legs were locked behind his back. He raised her upright, supporting her bottom with his thighs. Once they were both settled on a comfortable position, they kissed again, rougher this time, and began to move their hips.

Susan used her legs to push herself into his manhood whenever Harry withdrew. Their movements were slow and short, thankfully, enough for her to get used to him. Harry’s free hands were able to roam her body, eventually finding her breasts. Gasps escaped her lips as he touched her sensitive nipples, any shyness about her assets long since gone. Below, the numbness of her womanhood soon gave way to little sparks of ecstasy, and every small hump of their hips elicited small whimpers of pleasure.

She had known about sex, and its use in making children, and known that she one day would have to do it for the good of her family name. In the books, everything seemed so dispassionate, like it was a special potion; a formula to create babies, the end product of which would arrive nine months after the deed if the specific instructions were met.

The books never said it could feel so good!

Whispering whimpers turned to audible gasps, and after a slightly deeper thrust Susan turned to full blown moaning. Never did she think that such sounds could come out of her mouth, she probably would’ve died of embarrassment, but here she was now, having sex for the first time, her hands tied and useless, her lips swollen and sore, and she was enjoying every single second of it.

Burying her red face on Harry’s chest, Susan stopped caring about the world and dove into the joy her body was feeling. Throaty moans were stopped only to plant small kisses on Harry’s bare chest. All of the sensations were slowly building up to something, and she didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart. Such a brave girl.” As Harry continued to praise her, she hid her satisfied grin on his chest, covered by her hair, now wet with sweat, turning the red tresses into a deep crimson. Tired of hiding her emotions from him, Susan raised her head and looked at him, hoping he wouldn’t be bothered by her blushing face, wet with tears and sweat.

Harry just gave her a look that made her heart flutter. “You’re gorgeous when you smile, sweetheart.” Susan smiled even more. He could say that name a thousand times and she would never get tired of it. 

The climax began to build slowly around her womanhood, growing with every small thrust Harry gave. The moans started to get mixed with pants as she helped to work towards it, pulling and pushing with her legs, bouncing her arse up and down. Fingers clasped together behind his head after a spasm of pleasure swelled between her legs.

All dignity was left behind as she bit her lip, slamming her head against his chest for support, her fingers tightening against each other as a whimper grew into a scream, barely muted by his skin on her lips. The screams that followed escaped, though, and once she felt the budding orgasm hit her, a high pitched wail accompanied it.

Susan’s world stopped in time, the sensations of her climax rippling like a torrent all over her body. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her, each one removing her completely from time and space. Her body went completely numb, barely propped upright by her tied wrists and Harry’s arms. She regained her senses only when a warmth spilled into her entrance.

After all of her exertions, Susan was spent, with not a single muscle obeying her command to move. The only thing that made her realize she was still in this world was her shuddering breaths and her body’s trembling movements.

Harry was the first to move, untangling her hands from around his neck and undoing the silk scarf while holding onto her. Susan’s arms went limp at her side, aching slightly from the pressure left by the binds. Her lover picked up a hand so she could see the red marks and traced his thumb gently across them, drawing a moan. He brought his lips to the marred skin and gave it a kiss, and then another and another, trailing kisses on her arm and the slightly freckled shoulder, until he reached the crown of her head. Susan placed her cheek on his neck and relaxed her body.

Countless minutes went by as she stayed there, her naked bottom laying on his legs, with her ear to his chest, hearing the gentle thumping of his pulse, eyes closed as she let him do all the touching.

When Harry eventually moved again, she shuddered at the lack of heat she’d gotten used to, but didn’t miss it much as she was soon picked up and laid across the mattress, pulled beside him as he placed the sheets on both of their bodies. With her strength returning, Susan cuddled next to him, smiling as he placed his arms around her.

“Harry… thank you… for being so nice to me.”

His fingers played with one of her bangs. “Always, sweetheart.”

Susan opened her bleary eyes the next day to an exhausted body and a dull soreness between her legs. The warm body beside her quickly reminded her of last night.

Despite the flush that passed through her body, Susan couldn’t help but smile and snuggle back with Harry. She felt so safe and comforted despite the slight pain that she almost fell asleep again, but her eyes snapped open.

‘Breakfast!’

Susan carefully untangled herself from Harry’s arms, making sure not to wake him, and quietly went towards her discarded clothes. She nearly fell down when she placed her feet on the floor. Her legs wobbled and stiffened as she placed on her panties and dress, and awkwardly walked as fast as she could out of the room and down the stairs. She was not used to waking up with the sun this bright. Poor Luna and Fleur were surely starving. How could she be so irresponsible?!

As soon as she opened the door to the dining room, her nostrils were hit with the scent of richly made pastries, and she immediately knew that Fleur had taken up culinary responsibilities in her absence. 

“I’m sorry!” she began. “I oversle–”

Susan stopped suddenly once she got close to Fleur. The beautiful Veela was resting in her usual seat, silver hair shining in the light while sipping on coffee and taking bites out of a buttery croissant, not so different from every other day they had meals in this very room, until she looked past the beautiful face and stared at the body.

The French witch was wearing nothing but a brassiere and panties, but not ones that looked normal, even by Muggle standards. The black material was tight against her skin, and was shiny to a mirror polish. While she ate with one hand, the other held on to a leash, the chain trailing down to a figure that had been obscured until now.

While Fleur was clothed in lingerie that could barely be described as clothing, Luna wore a series of black straps surrounding her body, secured via little buckles and padlocks, above and below her breasts, over her shoulders, around her waist, and between her legs. Around her ankles and wrists were leather cuffs, which secured her hands behind her back. The leash led to the collar around her throat. 

If the blonde Ravenclaw noticed Susan had arrived, she did not show. Kneeling down below the table, her only concern seemed to be the trail of kisses she was giving to each of Fleur’s toes.

“Bonjour,” greeted Fleur with a smile and a sip of her coffee. “Don’t apologize for anyzing. Everybody deserves a break from time to time. Especially when you ‘ad such a special night.”

Susan felt her face heat up, frankly surprised that she hadn’t fallen into a stuttering mess by the current sight alone. She returned the smile so as to not make it seem like she was scared. These were the things she had promised them to open herself up to, and yesterday was a magnificent introduction to the “lifestyle” they practiced.

“It was… words can’t describe.”

Fleur laughed musically. “Eet’s like nozzing else, non? I’m pleased zat you are enjoying yourself so far.” She waved towards the chair next to her. “Please.”

Taking her seat, Susan suddenly felt overdressed despite only wearing a flimsy dress and panties. She watched as Fleur gave a gentle tug to Luna’s collar and the Ravenclaw switched from giving light kisses to opening her mouth licking the French witch’s pedicured toes. It seemed like a degrading act, but if Luna’s moans said anything, she didn’t view it as such.

“We all like different zings,” Fleur said, making Susan tear her eyes from Luna’s tongue. “Don’t be worried eef you feel confused about what you want. None of us started knowing for sure. We discovered a lot by experimenting. Maître first put me in a collar and tied my ‘ands. Later, I found out zat I really liked bondage and latex.” She pointed to her shiny bra and panties. So that was what it was called. “Zen my petite lune made me realize I like ‘aving my feet worshipped. Don’t expect everyzing to make sense in one day, mon cher, and remember zat you are always free to say no to zings you don’t like. Zis is about ‘aving fun and discovering yourself.”

Susan nodded slowly as she felt her stomach grumble and looked around at the food. Being made by Fleur, the offerings were of a light breakfast, mostly pastries, as the French traditionally liked. Though she did see some jams and fruits, as well as some pudding and British biscuits. Grabbing a croissant and some strawberries, Susan soon felt at ease.

“Do you… have things that you’re uncomfortable with?”

“Anyzing to do wiz ice or cold water,” Fleur said quickly. “We Veela are fire, and hate ze cold. Zat infernal second task was more zan enough, zank you very much.” She stirred her coffee. “Of course, zere are ozzer activities, but Maître is also uncomfortable wiz zem.”

Giving a nod, Susan began to eat. “‘Master…’” she whispered, “Is that what we’re supposed to call Harry?”

“‘Maître’ is what I call ‘im, but zat’s ze title I chose, not ‘Arry. Luna calls him ‘Master’ and me ‘Mistress’. In return, ‘e calls me ‘beautiful’ and Luna ‘little moon’. I zink ‘e will like eet if you’re ze one to choose ‘ow you call ‘im.”

A warmth surged from her chest as she remembered last night. ‘Sweetheart.’

“Thank you,” she said softly. “All of this was… a little intimidating when I first saw it, but you’ve been so nice and patient.”

“Zat’s what we’re here for, aren’t we, ma petite lune?”

The blonde Ravenclaw stopped her licking for a moment. “Yes, Mistress!” she chirped before going back to kissing and licking. Susan couldn’t help but giggle a little.

Harry’s footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. He entered the dining room wearing a morning robe. ‘They must’ve been holding back for me to get comfortable.’ It was nice, being trusted now. She even fit in slightly with the relaxed dressing code, with her flimsy nightdress.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” said Harry, kissing the top of her head on his way to his usual seat at the head of the table. Just as before, the name made Susan’s skin tingle.

After greeting Fleur with a kiss and Luna with a pat on her head, Harry grabbed his plate and filled it with some pastries and fruit. He broke his fast with a lighter look than usual, and directed a smile and a nod at her. It almost seemed like a normal day.

Almost.

Fleur tugged on Luna’s leash again and the blonde Ravenclaw went back to a kneeling position. A smiling Fleur stroked her hair and congratulated her before breaking off a piece of chocolatine and hand feeding her like a pet. Luna accepted the bites of food she was given with an absolutely pleased dreamy look. In between ministrations of the pastries and fruit, Fleur pulled Luna’s head to rest on her bare lap, giving her pats.

Susan could only look on at the display, but her face did not heat up, nor did she feel the squirm of discomfort that usually came with sexual displays. Instead, she stared at the interaction curiously, and when she saw the way Luna smiled, a deep feeling of desire overcame her. When she tore away her gaze, it settled on the empty space besides Harry’s seat.

A strange boldness took over her and, without daring to think, Susan slid down to the floor, settling on her hands and knees. For a moment she sat, waiting to be judged or laughed at. There was only silence. Placing a shaky hand in front of her, she began to crawl slowly, past Luna’s kneeling form and Fleur’s feet, not stopping until she was right beside Harry’s leg. She knelt at his side, hands on her folded legs and biting her lip, not wanting to raise her gaze if she was rejected or ignored in some way.

But she didn’t have to wait long. Harry’s comforting hand patted her head gently, and soon began to play with her hair. Susan kept her eyes on the floor, but her lips spread into a grin. Nobody had ever touched her like this. Even Daphne, as much as Susan loved her, always lacked the steadfast presence Harry had in spades. Letting go over her overly stressed posture, Susan allowed herself to relax into his caress.

“I see ze two of you connected last night,” teased Fleur as she grabbed some pudding with her fingers and fed it to Luna.

Harry hummed in agreement as he caressed her red hair once more. “Of course we did. Sweetheart over here was excellent. She’s such a good girl.” Her head was pulled gently to his lap and she was only too happy to nuzzle against it as he heaped praises upon her. He hadn’t been the first person to do it, countless professors and friends had before. Hearing it from Harry was different, though.

Susan may have only started last night, but she was learning now. She wanted to be petted; she wanted to be praised. It was definitely one of the “things” she liked, as Fleur put it.

“Thanks,” she said to Harry as he continued petting her. “I know you’ve been so patient with me, and I hope I’m learning quickly. I’m still open to figuring out more things with you.”

“Of course. But I’m not the only one who wants to get to know you, sweetheart.”

Susan turned to him with a curious look and he nodded towards Fleur and Luna. She gave them a sheepish look. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to exclude you.”

“Non, non. Don’t worry, ma cheríe. After all,being wiz our Maître is important, but so is being wiz each ozzer. I would love to ‘ave some alone time. Just you and me, oui? Zere are some zings I want to show you.”

Not thinking about it much, Susan gave a nod. “I’d be happy to.”

After finishing breakfast, Harry grabbed Luna’s leash and went to his office while Susan and Fleur cleaned the dishes. Susan reflected on her time at Potter Manor. From washing dishes on her own, to having Fleur and Luna help her, to now doing the same mundane task in her nightclothes while Fleur was wearing something that she wasn’t sure could be classified as clothes at all.

“Let me go get prepared before we start,” Susan said as soon as she was done, but she didn’t even manage to take one step before Fleur grasped her hand.

“Non,” she stated with a commanding voice.

Susan stood still. “A-Are you sure? Don’t you want me to… you know… take a bath or put on some makeup?”

Fleur shook her head once again. “Non. You are just ze way I want you to be. Come wiz me.” 

Much like with Harry, this was not the first time Susan had entered Fleur’s room, and much like with Harry, there was a change in perception now that the blinders had been taken off. Of the three, Fleur’s room had been the most inaccessible. Her cupboards, trunks, and mainly her closet had been locked with charms. Susan took this as hostility against her at first. Now that she knew better, the anticipation of knowing what Fleur kept hidden was getting to her.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Fleur signaled with her finger to come inside.

Fleur’s bathroom was just as luxurious as her own, though far more stocked with all kinds of expensive beauty enhancement products – not that the stunning French witch needed them. The marble bathtub dominated the place, which could double as a shower for quick baths. The water quickly filling the space made it clear this was not going to be one of those.

Without hesitation, Fleur peeled off the skin tight brassiere she had been wearing, the garment making squeaking and cracking sounds as she set it on the counter with far more care than one would give regular clothes.  Her full breasts glowed with some leftover sweat, making Susan’s throat go dry and a heat start between her legs. This was as close to a goddess as the Hufflepuff had ever seen.

A raised eyebrow stopped her ogling and with a heated face, Susan stepped out of her flimsy garments as well, making sure to fold them before presenting herself to what she was quickly coming to realize was another dominating figure in the household.

Eyes fixed on the ground, Susan bit her lip as Fleur walked around her without making a sound, eventually stopping behind her and placing a hand on her shoulders.

“You are beautiful, ma cherié.” The words made her smile. “And now I’m going to make you better.”

The hands on Susan’s shoulders trailed down her arms, and pulled them behind her back. She stiffened when she felt something cold and hard against her wrist.

“Do you trust me?” 

Memories of last night surfaced, and the safety that she had felt. “I do,” she whispered, and took a deep breath as the first metal cuff circled her wrist and was snapped shut, her other wrist soon meeting the same fate. Her hands now bound behind her back this time, she was completely vulnerable to whatever Fleur wanted.

With a wave of her wand, Fleur made the lights dim to a soft glow and turned the handles, the tub now filled with steaming water. With a hand holding her arm, she pulled Susan up the marble stairs and into the bath with her.

The hot water immediately soothed her body, washing away the residue of last night. Fleur kept a hold of her as they both submerged, letting their entire forms get soaked. The tub was made with a marble seat around the edge which Fleur sat down on, pulling  Susan towards herself, not to the seat beside her, but on her lap. With one hand on her hips and another on her waist, Susan felt quite secure. The feeling of her bottom resting on Fleur’s legs brought a flush to her face.

“Shh… relax. Let me clean you.”

Susan gave a quick nod and was rewarded with Fleur’s hand running down her shoulders and lightly caressing her naked breasts. A moan left her lips before she knew it. Last night had unlocked completely new sensations of herself and her body. A single touch to her nipples sent sparks from her spine all the way down her feet. Fingers crawled to her stomach and even further down, until it reached gently between her legs.

“Oh…”

“ ‘Ow do you feel?” 

“A little sore,” Susan admitted with a heavy breath. “It aches a little down there and I had some difficulty walking this morning. Harry was gentle, though.”

“Hmm… don’t worry. Zat’s normal. Same zing ‘appened to me ze first time. It’ll ‘urt a bit at first and after a while, you’ll feel pleasure more zan anyzing.”

Susan nodded. “That’s comforting. All of this is. This may sound… a little bit odd, but I feel safer knowing this from another woman… and especially if we’re both with the same man.” She let out a giggle. “I think we’re the only witches that are glad that they have the same lover.”

“Ours is an odd arrangement, ma chérie. We cannot afford to practice ze same customs as normal relationships.” The French witch passed her fingers across Susan’s labia. “Don’t worry. I’m keeping my ‘old on you,” said Fleur, her other arm still keeping its grip on Susan’s waist. 

Despite the soreness, there was a newfound heat in Susan’s lower lips. Fleur’s fingers didn’t linger long, but enough to lightly massage the aches. She found herself letting go in the same headspace as last night and relaxed her body into Fleur’s embrace, feeling the Veela’s nipples against the fragile skin of her back. She didn’t need the use of her hands when she was already protected.

A flowery scent filled the room as Fleur treated Susan’s hair with several hair care products. Susan was content to lay back and let the fingers massage her scalp. When a few minutes passed, Fleur helped Susan lean over as she poured a ladle of warm water to clean the remnants off.

Letting her rest in the water for some more time, Fleur flicked her wand to bring more of her vast collection of products and pulled Susan halfway out of the water. Using a soft sponge, she lathered some oils over her body, paying special attention to her breasts. The same treatment continued progressively until Susan had received the most attentive bath she’d ever experienced.

Fleur helped her out of the tub once the water had been drained. With her hands still behind her back, she allowed Fleur to dry her with the towel, only able to raise her legs when ordered to. Her arms were given back to her when she was given a white robe and guided towards a special chair.

“Let’s look at zese fingers.” Fleur took her hands again and began to dry and file her nails until they were perfectly uniform. More washing and creams followed, and complemented with two coats, one transparent and another red in color. A similar treatment was given to her toenails.

Despite Susan doing none of the work, it was clear to her that Fleur was the one in charge.

“Zere… all done!” stated Fleur as Susan’s now red nails had finished drying. Once again, she took hold of Susan’s wrist and pulled her towards the until now locked closet room. “Time to get dressed. I ‘ave ze perfect zing for you, ma chérie!”

Fleur’s closet room was huge, almost as big as her room. Even if it wasn’t completely full, Susn had little doubt that it would be brimming with exquisite clothing fairly soon. At first, she gazed upon several of the dresses she’d already seen on Fleur, including her Beauxbatons uniform, but that part of her wardrobe was small.

The majority of her clothes were made of latex.

“I still ‘ave some clothes left over in my family chateau, but zere is little need,” Fleur sighed as she felt for a purple dress. “Come ‘ere and feel eet, ma chérie.”

Susan approached it with some hesitation. The clothes gave off a particular smell that took some getting used to. When her fingers touched the surface of the dress, she felt them glide off on the smooth rubbery texture. “It’s… a bit weird.”

“Eet’s always weird at first,” Fleur declared with a smile as she opened her drawers to pull out more pairs of lingerie. “But eet’s so beautiful, non? Shiny and glamorous. Wiz time, I fell in love wiz ze feeling as well, and ze sounds zey make. Watch me.”

Fleur went for a bottle of transparent liquid, which she poured over her body, followed by the blue panties and brassiere she had chosen. The material was almost transparent, and her excited nipples could be seen through the latex. She followed it up with stockings and gloves, which had to be carefully unrolled bit by bit onto her skin, making the necessity of the slippery liquid clear. A garter belt was quickly applied to her waist and fixed with the stockings. She finished by pouring more liquid onto the clothes themselves to give them a mirror polish. Literally. Susan could see herself in the reflection.

Suddenly, a similar getup in opaque black filled her sight. “Your turn, ma chérie.” 

She looked at the clothes with some doubt, but Fleur’s smile was what made her nod. “...Sure…” 

They began with the panties. Susan took hold of them and carefully slipped one leg after the other through the holes, pulling the rubbery garment until it rested against her womanhood. Fleur helped her put on the bra and secure it behind her back.

As Fleur prepared the next set of garments, Susan took the time to feel the sensations of the clothes. The material was tight against her skin, no matter how much she moved. It wasn’t terrible, but unlike with regular lingerie which she could ignore, these garments could not be ignored. She ended up breathing heavily the more she moved her breasts, and the glossy smooth material stimulated her sensitive nipples. Similar teases emanated from the panties.

Susan was still confused about how she should feel. The material was tight, had a particular smell, and felt a little weird. But Fleur was visibly happy that she agreed to wear them, and therefore, Susan was happy.

The viscous liquid was poured against her legs in preparation for the stockings. The process was much more complicated than before. Even with Fleur’s help, Susan felt like a tight, rubbery snake was beginning to devour her pale leg. Every bit of skin that came into contact with the latex immediately felt the stimulation, like she was being hugged at every moment. Her legs were thicker than Fleur’s, so they must’ve been tighter than normal.

The stockings were different from Fleur’s near the end, where her toes peeked out. The same came with the gloves, which were cut off near the tips of her fingers. Clearly, Fleur didn’t want her work to go unnoticed.

With a piece of cloth, Fleur shined up the latex until it was as glossy as her own. “Magnifique!” When Susan tried to go to the mirror, she was stopped. “Non… not yet. Come.”

Susan followed Fleur out of the closet and to the large vanity in her bedroom. Fleur guided her to the main seat while she took a smaller one and, making sure Susan still didn’t view the mirror, grabbed several of her beauty enhancement products.

Her red hair was the first to be treated. Now that it was completely dry, Fleur began by straightening her already silky smooth hair completely and followed that with several rollers, adding a handful of products that Susan had never used or even heard of before. All the while, Susan sat straight, not wanting a sudden movement to either mess up Fleur’s work or tease her already sensitive sex or breasts with the tight latex.

More products floated to Fleur’s hand. A light coating of foundation covered her face, followed with brushes of varying length painting her face. A spell made her eyelashes grow longer and her eyebrows trimmed neatly. Fleur was like an artist, filling out the little details with what felt for hours but Susan didn’t complain about any of it.

Finally, after painting Susan’s lips a deep red, Fleur took the rollers off her hair and made her stand up.

“Come ‘ere,” she ordered with a gentle voice. 

Blood pumping like a hammer against her heart, Susan stepped forward, eyes shut.  Looking in the mirror was never easy. There were so many imperfections that screamed at her every time she did. Nobody believed her, always saying they wished they had her boobs, or her hips. Sometimes, she wanted to scream at them. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes

The girl looking back was… breathtakingly beautiful.

Red hair, usually straightened with little style, now cascaded down to her shoulders with a wavy pattern. The light freckles that were usually below the eyes were not gone, but enhanced with the white foundation, giving them a cute look compared to the heart shaped face. Eyebrows that were once short were lengthened and darkened with the dark liner around the big grey eyes, all of it contrasting with the full lips, painted a tempting red.

The body that she long tried to hide was in full display now, enhanced by the black, shiny, and beautiful rubber outfit. It did nothing to hide the figure and yet hinted at more. The white skin peeking out was harmoniously complimented by the opaque ebony of the lingerie.

When the girl took a breath, it hit Susan that she was looking at herself.

All at once, Susan realized what Fleur had done. She had taken the features she felt most unsure of and did nothing to hide them. There was no need to hide it. Indeed, the outfit made her seem bold, confident, and sure of herself. 

“What do you see, ma chérie?”

With a choking feeling n her throat, Susan responded. “I-I see a girl… no, I see a young woman. She’s beautiful and brave… and… and…” her voice cracked, “... and happy.”

Fleur brought out the beauty on the outside that Harry saw on the inside.

Susan turned around to launch herself at Fleur in a hug. “Thank you!” she cried, a tear of joy trailing down her cheek. “Thank you so much.”

A gloved finger wiped away the tear. “I’m glad you see ze same I see – the same our Maître sees. Do you see now zat you deserve zis? To be ‘appy?”

The Hufflepuff nodded eagerly and, unable to help herself, leaned forward to meet Fleur’s lips. The French witch responded just as eagerly, opening her mouth and quickly dominating her. Susan didn’t mind. She wanted this. Surrendering to the ones she loved gave her joy unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Somehow, they ended up on Fleur’s bed, never breaking from their passionate kisses. Susan’s latex clad breasts mashing against Fleur’s, creating cracking and squeaking sounds to accompany their heavy breaths and intimate snogging. The rubber hugged and teased all of her most sensitive areas, and the now thoroughly wet panties teased her core. All of it was unbelievably arousing, and they hadn’t even touched each others’ sex.

They finally separated after Merlin knows how much time, both panting heavily as they stared into each others’ eyes. Susan made to close the distance once again before Fleur spoke.

“Ze sun is almost at its highest,” she noted.

Susan suppressed a groan. “Yes… and…?” She couldn’t believe how uncharacteristically needy she was being.

“And ze Manor will go ‘ungry when ze only two witches wiz any culinary skills are one step away from indulging in ze pleasures of Eros.”

“Oh… Oh!” Susan snapped out of her haze and rose to her feet, wincing a little as she was soaking between her legs and was learning the hard way that this latex stuff lacked the absorbent nature of regular clothes.

Fleur laughed and also stood up. Quickly helping Susan fix herself up again and giving her a pair of black heels to complete the look. It wasn’t the first time she had worn such footwear, but she wasn’t as practiced as Fleur clearly was, especially with her legs still a little bit wobbly.

Despite all of the inconveniences, Susan never had this much fun cooking a meal, and Fleur was clearly enjoying it just as much. She almost slipped a few times with the shoes, and winced several times as the rubber panties rose up to bite between her folds – something that Fleur assured her was fairly common – and yet she still ended up making what she was sure was the best serving of shepherd’s pie she had ever cooked.

When dinner was served and Harry came in with a crawling Luna at his side, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Being ogled was something she had been uncomfortable with. Not with Harry. She was so thankful to Fleur for making her look so beautiful for him. 

As night fell and Susan returned with Fleur to her room, their previous love session continued. Kissing and fondling each other, they fell on her bed, this time with Fleur on top of her. The veela’s kisses trailed down until she pushed the rubber panties to the side and buried her tongue between Susan’s legs.

“By Morgana!” Susan squeaked as Fleur – who had doubtlessly done this before – licked and sucked her nether lips.

It was at that moment that Harry opened the door to Fleur’s room and approached the two of them with a hunter’s grin. Susan only gasped and moaned at the continued stimulation, her gloved hands reaching for her breasts even as her future husband approached.

“You look bloody amazing in that, sweetheart,” he whispered with a hungry tone. “I think we need to thank beautiful for doing such a good job. Don’t you think so?”

“Y-Yes… Sir.” Susan didn’t know where the title had come from, but upon seeing the twinkle in Harry’s eyes, she didn’t care.

Harry placed himself behind Fleur, who was still dutifully lapping at Susan’s pussy with no signs of slowing down. With a loud slap to her latex panties, Harry pushed them to the side before undoing his pants, entering Fleur with one powerful stroke that sent the French witch forward, completely burying her face in Susan’s womanhood.

Susan laid her head back and allowed herself to be surrounded by her senses. The smell of rubber and sex, the sounds of creaking latex and the slapping of flesh, and the pleasures of her own hands and Fleur’s mouth. It didn’t take long for her to climax with a loud moan.

As all her muscles failed her for a second night in the row, Susan let others do the rest for her. Harry groaned and Fleur screamed and then all quieted down. Before she lost herself to slumber, she heard Fleur tell Harry that she wanted to sleep with her. Her head was soon taken into Fleur’s chest as she fell asleep.

She woke up late again the following day. With a groan, she stood up, almost stumbling when the heels touched the floor. They must’ve stayed on through the haze that was last night. The latex lingerie too, which had lost most of its shiny luster. While it was nice to stay late, she missed having her traditional role of cooking and cleaning.

Without guidance, Susan found it a challenge to peel off the rubbery, sweaty garments. She remembered Fleur saying that they couldn’t be cleaned like normal clothes, so she put them aside for the moment and put on a simple dress and sandals from her closet, hoping to find Fleur

She found her alright. In a gleaming black rubber maid outfit, bobbing her head up and down between Harry’s legs, making loud slurping sounds as he laid his head back with a pleased grin.

With a heated face, Susan closed the door. The embarrassment was not present this time. Instead, she imagined herself in Fleur’s place, wearing that exact same outfit and pleasing Harry with her own mouth as he petted and praised her for doing a good job. It made her face heat up even more.

“Good morning.”

“Eeek!” Susan jumped, looking at her side to see Luna staring at her with a dreamy smile.

The blonde was wearing an almost see through silver dress and a collar around her neck, which made it clear that she opted for no underwear. Knowing Luna, she was uncharacteristically overdressed.

“It’s nice today, and the garden needs to be taken care of. There’s also some mushrooms to forage.”

Susan gave a nod after composing herself. Looking after the garden and foraging for mushrooms seemed downright quaint compared to what she’d been up to the last couple of days.

In hindsight, she should’ve known Luna and normal were mutually exclusive.

When Susan had prepared herself for the task, Luna was already starting to tend to the flowers… and had relieved herself of what little clothing she had bothered to put on herself.

Even though only two days had passed, Susan was no longer burdened with shame at everything she saw. At least, not around Harry, Fleur, and especially Luna. The only thing she could think of was how beautiful Luna’s lily white skin was when reflected with the sun, as she went from flower to flower on bare feet, humming a sweet tune.

“The sun is quite nice today,” said the blonde, and Susan felt the same bravery of the previous day take over her.

Kicking off her shoes, Susan grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Despite her awkwardly trembling fingers, she still slipped out of her underwear, letting her bare breasts feel the tender warmth of the summer sun.

She picked up her own watering pot and began to help Luna, grinning as she looked at the beautiful yellow tulips she favored the most. The rich soil was cool against her feet while the gentle breeze caressed every inch of her naked skin. It was impossible to ignore her lack of clothing, especially when a gust of wind battered between her legs, but it also brought pleasure, and a sense of freedom. Obviously she wouldn’t bare herself out to anyone. Out here, in the Manor of her future husband and her newfound lovers, she could experiment without fear.

The sun was setting when Susan and Luna finished their work, slightly dirty and baskets filled with chanterelles and button mushrooms. When they finished cleaning and storing their foraged goods, Susan was tired but happy with the day's activities.

“Want to come bathe with me?” Luna asked. 

When Susan accepted, she now knew what she was in for. Luna’s bathroom had both a shower and a tub, the same as her own room. Wanting to go to bed soon, they opted for the shower, though, and went in together. Luna helped by lathering soap on her back and cleaning it, a favor which she soon returned. Passing her hands over the blonde’s small breasts was no longer as scandalous, given that she’d seen her naked for the entire day.

After bathing, she had a little more time to see the “things” Luna liked.

For one, Luna really liked to be tied up. Really liked to be tied up. Susan’s sense of amazement returned when she was shown the imposing leather contraption lovingly referred to as her “relaxation sack.”

“You should try it out. It really helps with the Nargles.”

Susan smiled nervously. “I-I’ll pass for now, thanks.”

Luna’s crestfallen face tugged at Susan’s heartstrings. “Oh… that’s a shame.” Her silver eyes immediately brightened up. “But that’s quite alright. I think I want to sleep with you tonight.”

She giggled. “Alright, but I’m a bit worn down from the last few days. Do you mind if we just… relax and cuddle?”

“I like cuddling!” chirped the blonde as she jumped into her bed.

As soon as she crawled on the bed, Susan felt the soreness of almost three days of sexual activity hit her all at once. “Merlin,” she sighed, feeling the tension on her shoulders and legs. 

“Ah! Your muscles hurt, right? The Wrackspurts sure like to bother after sex.” Luna gave a triumphant grin. “But I know what will drive them away!”

Susan tiredly followed Luna’s indication to take off her sleeping clothes and lay on her stomach. She felt the blonde climb gently on Susan’s back and pour an oil of some sort on her back and spread it over her skin.

“Mistress likes it when I do this,” said Luna, her small fingers working out the sores of Susan’s back.

Having completely lost the fear of being touched, Susan allowed herself to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of Luna’s hands, letting out small moans as particularly tense muscles were soothed. From her shoulders to the back of her thighs, Luna worked like a professional. Her large breasts demanded less physical activity as they grew with each passing year, but with the proper care she was given, she felt the burden being lifted from her shoulders.

Luna continued from her thighs to her legs, where she felt the most sore after their work. Every push of the small fingers elicited a moan of appreciation, not caring how loud she was being. Eventually, the fingers landed on her feet. Susan turned around, seeing Luna change positions as well. 

The blonde looked at Susan pleadingly. “Can I kiss them?”

Five days ago, the request would’ve flabbergasted Susan. Having experienced what she had now, Luna’s request was almost quaint. “Yes.”

Luna pressed her small nose against her toes and began to lay gentle kisses on her soles. It felt nice, but she didn’t want to just be the silent participant for another night. Not with Luna, at least. Her hands reaching for Luna’s legs, she pulled them towards herself and planted a kiss on the blonde’s big toe.

“Eh!” Luna stopped her kissing to look at Susan. “You like this too?”

“It’s… not bad, actually.” She gave another kiss to the soft toe, and then to the next, and the next. Susan found herself getting lost as Luna returned the favor, even going as far as giving a lick.

Exhaustion got the better of them before they started anything truly sexual. Given that Luna was an exceptional cuddler, Susan didn’t mind. She welcomed the blonde into her arms. After being held for two days, it was nice to hold another person as well.

Compared to Harry and Fleur, who dominated every moment their lips met, Luna was excited and eager. The comparisons to Daphne couldn’t be helped, but her raven-haired lover was usually more restrained. Kissing Luna was fun. In a way none of her partners had been. 

Turning off the light, Susan prepared herself for the third night in a row she hadn’t slept in her room. Just as she had said two days ago, Luna apparently thought her breasts made the most perfect pillows.

The days passed as such, exploring herself and her own desires, with the help of her new lovers. They were eager to show her new things and respectful when she voiced hesitation or refusal. With each passing day, she was willing to try out new things.

Susan stared at herself in front of the mirror one night, her face made up by herself. Fleur had been training her and Luna daily to put on makeup. While it wasn’t the same as being dolled up by the professional French Veela, she had improved considerably.

Behind her was Luna, strapped into that overwhelming leather sleepsack that she loved so much. Fleur was hanging just over her, dressed in one of her latex lingerie outfits and suspended by a hogtie to the ceiling, moaning and trying to rub her sex with the rope between her legs, protesting through the black rubber sphere lodged in her mouth. Compared to the dominating side that Susan interacted with, Fleur could be downright whiny when submitting to Harry.

As for Harry himself, he was busy with her. The red rope tied her arms behind her back like a box, and was then strapped to her arms and her chest, with red strands going below, above, and between her breasts, making them seem even bigger.

She had come a long way from silk scarves.

“What do you think of us now, sweetheart? This whole arrangement that we have?” he asked, holding her naked and bound body against his chest. “Are you happy?”

Susan let go of her body, something that always brought a thrill. “I don’t know how we ended up together, Sir. If it was fate or luck, or just circumstance… it doesn’t matter. I’ve never been happier in my life, never felt loved like this before. All my life it feels like I’ve been digging my own grave, never allowing myself to love or be loved… until you came. You, Fleur, and Luna. So yes, in spite of everything, I want to stay with you, Sir. No matter the challenge, all so that I can be with the ones I love, and the ones who love me back.”

Because if Susan had learned anything, it was how wonderful it was to love herself as much as she loved others.

Harry took a deep breath as he stood once again in front of the entrance to his home, just as he had done three weeks earlier. Just as at that time, he prepared to greet one of his future wives. This time, it wasn’t shy, sweet, loving Susan Bones.

This time, it was Daphne. Daphne Eleanor Greengrass.

“What do you think we can expect?” He asked a fidgeting Susan.

“I… you never really know with Daphne,” admitted the redhead, looking at the ground again. A sense of unease filled him. They had worked so hard to bring Susan out of her shell. He hoped the reconnection with Daphne didn’t bring back bad habits. “I think… just so long as we give her space and be patient… very patient.”

Fleur huffed but didn’t say a word.

‘Here we go.’

Last night, he had to hear Fleur complain about how once again they would have to hide their lifestyle for Daphne’s sake. He shared in her frustration. He truly did. Especially now that Susan had brought in a whole new range of joy to their little household. Harry had to assure her that if Susan had managed to enter their life in such an amazing way, Daphne could as well. At the very least they would come to an agreement. With a huff, Fleur agreed, put her collar away, and changed back into “boring” clothes.

They all straightened up when a fancy carriage emerged from the outside, driven by well groomed draft horses. It stopped just at the entrance, and a man wearing servant’s garb stepped out, holding a pale hand down the steps and took out a total of four trunks.

Daphne Greengrass was wearing a dark purple dress reminiscent of the Victorian style, every inch of it beautifully made with hand crafted embroideries, and with the hawk motif of her house at the center of the chest. It was a gorgeous outfit that contrasted with the cold hostility immediately apparent in its wearer’s icy cold violet eyes.

The pureblood aristocrat waved the servant away without a word and didn’t watch as the carriage disappeared. Instead, she stared at Potter Manor with cold indifference, and then at their group with barely concealed disdain.

“Two thousand years of history. Housed some of the brightest of the Isles. I do hope its founders are watching. Or perhaps it’d be best if they weren’t?”

Harry suppressed a sigh. ‘It’s going to be as bad as I thought.’

“Daphne…” whispered Susan sadly.

The raven haired witch cut her off. “Well if I’m going to be staying in here, I suppose I’ll be granted the decency of my own room? Somewhere where I breathe easier?”

“Your room has been prepared,” said Harry. “Susan will take you there. But first, I want to formally welcome you to –”

“I didn’t ask for a welcoming committee, Potter. But if you insist.” She pointed at the four trunks left on the entrance and snapped her fingers at Luna. “You there, Lovegood. How about you stop your loony fantasies and bring those up. And don’t you dare drop them while daydreaming around. Each of those dresses costs more than that pitiful rag your family runs earns in a year.”

Fleur stepped forward with a glare. “You don’t run zis place, Greengrass.”

Daphne glared back. “Well perhaps if I did, the entrance garden wouldn’t be so dreadful. But who knows, maybe those are just the French standards? Now if you excuse me Delacour, I need to take a bath. Be a dear and help Lovegood, won’t you?”

With a huff, Daphne picked up the smallest of her trunks and trailed after a wavering Susan. The poor redhead turned to give both of them a pleading look.

Suddenly, his side became even warmer. He turned around to see Fleur already working up her aura. Feathers sprang from her skin and her hands began to sharpen into sharp claws. With her wand, she levitated the trunks, not towards the Manor but further outside, into a field of grass.

“Fleur,” Harry warned even as she flashed him with a burning hot stare. “Don’t.”

The rage in Fleur’s blue eyes subsided, and the feathers slowly began to retract into normal white skin, even her hands returned from the claw-like appearance… only for a fireball to get conjured up. With a defiant stare, Fleur flung it at her target and the trunks erupted in flames.

“I am not going back into hiding. Not for zat leetle putain.” She turned her nose and walked back into the Manor.

As Harry stood there, looking at Daphne’s unsalvageable luggage, he tried to think of a way to proceed. Just like the clothes, his chances were going up in smoke.

“Master?”

“Yes, little moon?”

“I believe we are witnessing quite a nasty outbreak of the bitch-flu.”

“Yes we are, little moon. Yes we are.”

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