Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 25

He arrived at Grimmauld Place to find the ancestral Black family home swarming with people. The entire Weasley family had freshly arrived fr

He arrived at Grimmauld Place to find the ancestral Black family home swarming with people. The entire Weasley family had freshly arrived from the platform, and along with them were a handful of other members of the Order. They all crowded into the entryway and drawing room on the ground floor, being careful to avoid Walburga’s portrait.

“Oh Harry, dear, it’s just so good to see you again.” Mrs. Weasley pulled him into a bone-crushing hug before she looked him over with a suspicious gaze. “You should know better than to run off like you did last time! Sent everyone into a tizzy, you did!”

“We managed to catch him in time before the Greengrasses got him.” Lupin unhelpfully added.

“That’s good.” Mrs. Weasley smiled happily, before Lupin’s words seemed to finally register. “Wait… did you say Greengrass?”

“Harry is dating a Slytherin, she’s named Daphne Greengrass.” Ginny looked like she had swallowed a lemon as she spoke those words.

Mrs. Weasley looked even more sour than her daughter over the subject. “T-That can’t be right!”

“It’s true.” Harry tried to keep his face neutral, even as he knew the conversation that was coming. The subject of him associating with Slytherins and powerful purebloods was something he had avoided discussing with Dumbledore’s lot until now.

“You should know better than to associate with ilk like Greengrass, Potter.” Moody grunted. “Even if she’s easy on the eyes, you’ll get stabbed in the back if things get tough. I saw it plenty during the war, pureblood wives who wanted more and joined You-Know-Who for riches and power.”

“Alastor.” Remus reprimanded softly, though his gaze was wary as he looked back at Harry. “She’s still a Slytherin. You can’t blame us for wondering where her loyalties lie.”

“They’re not the only Slytherins Harry’s been hanging out with.” Fred grinned, looking almost amused by Harry’s current plight.

“The Carrow twins also seem to fancy him.” George added, unhelpfully.

“C-Carrows?!” Mrs. Weasley squeaked.

“Although Greengrass is a lot hotter than them.” Fred continued pouring fuel on the fire.

“That’s without mentioning Bones and her big-”

“Will you two knock it off!” Ginny yelled, her face red, and Harry couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.

Moody scowled even more. “You’ve got a lot to answer for, boy. Black might have covered for you, but you shouldn’t have disobeyed Dumbledore by running off like you did. And that’s without mentioning your girlfriend’s family or the Carrows… a rotten bunch if I’ve ever seen one.”

“And yet they’ve joined my side rather than siding with Voldemort.” He kept his composure as he spoke, even though Moody’s condescending tone was starting to get to him.

“Which you did without Dumbledore’s approval, and have managed to cause quite the headache for us all by doing so.”

He tisked in irritation. “And what exactly has Dumbledore been doing all this time? Letting Umbridge and Fudge run roughshod over his own school while someone else has to clean up his mess. At least I’ve been out there, gathering allies, while the Order’s been here, sitting on its arse.”

“Big talk from some upstart brat!” Mad-Eye spat back, but Harry could tell his words hit true.

“The Order does important work, Harry.” Lupin cut into their argument. “And it’s unfair to criticize Dumbledore like you’ve done. Everything the Headmaster does, he does for a reason.”

“Yes, I’m sure Umbridge having students write with a blood quill in detention is part of Dumbledore’s plan.” He said dryly, making Lupin flinch.

Mr. Weasley frowned. “What’s this about a blood quill? That’s a dangerous dark artifact!”

“It’s true, Dad.” Ron grimaced. “She made everyone write with it in detention. You should’ve seen Harry’s hand at the start of the year, it was all carved-up and bloody.”

“It’s healed now.” He said as everyone glanced at his hand. “I eventually learned to shut my mouth, and avoid the woman entirely so she’d stop giving me detentions. Not that she didn’t try, always making up ridiculous rules and lying about Voldemort to try and get to me.”

The room’s occupants flinched at that, finally realizing what a terrible and nasty woman Umbridge was. That wasn’t despite her death was being paraded as a tragedy by the Ministry, being blamed on the escaped Death Eaters, almost like she was some sort of martyr. Harry still didn’t feel sorry in the least for killing her.

That said, he was glad the conversation shifted from scrutinizing him and his relationships to Dumbledore’s inaction. It had been a long time coming that he managed to air his frustrations openly about the Headmaster.

All it took was him creating a secret club of students, and then giving them some training, for him to deal the biggest blow to Voldemort so far. And yet Dumbledore had far more resources than him, influence within the Ministry, and decades of magical practice, none of which he utilized at all to combat Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

The front door opened then, as Nymphadora Tonks came walking in while adorned with her mismatched pink hair and red auror coat. “Hey everyone! Oh, Harry is that you-”

She didn’t finish as she clumsily ran into coat stand that fell over, right into the curtain which hid Sirius’ Mother’s portrait from view. They all slowly watched as Walburga awoke in her frame, her eyes scanning over them all, before an enraged expression took over.

“FILTH! BLOOD TRAITORS! CONTAMINATING MY HOUSE AGAIN—”

Sirius came thundering down the stairs, wand drawn, his expression caught somewhere between anger and annoyance.

“Shut up, you old hag!” He bellowed, yanking the curtains closed over his mother’s portrait with a violent tug. Then he turned to the newcomers, grin breaking across his face. “Harry, how good to see you!”

“You too, Sirius.” He hugged his godfather, as the rest of the group began splitting off into the home.

“What is all ze commotion?” A feminine, accented voice drifted over then, and he turned to see a gorgeous blonde enter the room. Fleur Delacour dressed in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and gray skirt as she looked around, and Harry had to wonder how the gorgeous French Veela got here.

“It’s just the portrait of Sirius’ mother being noisy.” Bill Weasley said to her, before gesturing to his family. “Fleur, I’ve yet to introduce you to my family.”

Harry watched as Ron and the twins stared at Fleur in bewilderment, all while Ginny and Mrs. Weasley instantly looked on guard, similar to when the Greengrasses were brought up earlier. It was almost like the two female Weasleys were allergic to beautiful women.

“When did Fleur get here?” He asked Sirius, trying not to sound overly curious.

“Bill invited her.” Sirius answered casually. “They work at Gringotts as cursebreakers together. He’s clearly pursuing her, but she doesn’t seem overly interested. As for why she’s here… I think it’s because of you.”

“Because of me?” Harry mouthed the words.

“‘Arry!” Fleur exclaimed his name with pure delight, and he turned to see the French Veela heading his way. The Weasleys seemed to have moved on, and Sirius snickered at his side before he left him alone with the Veela.

Harry’s gaze drifted as she approached, eyeing her buxom form. She had platinum blonde hair that was long and elegant, nearly falling to her waist. Her body was tall with flawless curves, having hips and thighs that were thick and juicy, contrasting with a slim waist that any outfit could hug erotically. Above were large and perky breasts that held no sag whatsoever, somehow not affected by gravity in the slightest.

She clearly caught him eyeing her, and if she was upset, then she didn’t show it. If anything, Fleur’s gaze seemed to gain a hint of approval.

“You have changed.” She noted as she looked over him. “You look… older. No longer are you ze leetle boy from last year.”

He blinked. “Little boy?”

Her cheeks pinked in embarrassment for but a moment. “Désolée, Harry, I meant to say you look different.”

“It’s okay. What are you doing in Britain?”

“I work at Gringotts as a curse breaker. One day Weeliam approached me about joining ze Order, and I accepted.”

“I really didn’t see you coming back to Britain after last year.” He laughed. “Are you sure it’s the right fit for you? I know your family is in France, and I’m sure that Gabrielle misses you a lot.”

“Oui, it’s been an adjustment. Luckily Gabrielle is in Beauxbatons for most of ze year, and I can still see her over ze summer.” Fleur suddenly frowned. “Although zis British food has been horrible! Just before all ze commotion, I was working on some bouillabaisse in ze kitchen.”

“Huh.” His next words spilled out unintentionally. “Would you like some help?”

Fleur paused, and an approving glint seemed to enter her gaze.

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The kitchen was located in the basement of Grimmauld Place, in the place where only servants and house-elves would go. The original residents of the home had designed it such a way, being snobby purebloods and the like. And yet the basement was a popular location for the members of the Order of the Phoenix to visit, and apparently Fleur was no exception.

He couldn’t help but stare as she walked down the stairs in front of him. Her long blonde hair let loose as it swayed gracefully with every movement. It reached all the way down to her waist, guiding his gaze downwards to a perky round arse that was hard to look away from. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed she was intentionally swaying her hips to further entice him with each step.

They soon arrived, and Harry spotted the bouillabaisse already cooking in a pot on the stovetop. “It seems you’ve already got everything ready to go. What do you need me to do?”

“I didn’t invite you here to help me cook, ‘Arry.” There was something off about her voice as she spoke from behind him, making his hairs stand on edge. He turned around, only to find himself face-to-face with Fleur, her eyes staring at him intently from up close. “You really have grown, ‘Arry.”

He felt like an idiot as he wondered if the French witch was just messing with him, or if she genuinely was interested in other ways. The way she kept looking at him, the sway of her hips on the stairs, and her words were all making him think she was interested.

And yet, at the same time it was hard to believe that Fleur Delacour of all people wanted to be with him. She had been the Beauxbatons Champion every guy in Hogwarts lusted after last year, and even now she still seemed untouchable. Despite being with so many different girls, including Daphne’s Mother, and even Narcissa Malfoy of all people, Fleur Delacour still seemed to be in a category of her own.

He decided to be forward, pushing down his hesitation before he spoke. “Your not the first witch to notice how much I’ve grown.”

“Oh? There are others interested in you?” Fleur grinned, showing off two rows of perfectly white teeth. “I doubt zat any of them compare to moi, non?”

He had forgotten how arrogant she could be. Even if it seemed like she had mellowed out since the Tournament, her beauty was still something she prided herself on. Not that Harry could blame her.

“You really are something special, Fleur.” His heart was beating hard in his chest like never before. “But if you want to be with me, then you’ll have to share.”

“Ah..” Fleur’s knowing release of breath sounded like liquid sex in that moment, clearly something to do with her Veela instincts. “Careful, ‘Arry Potter, or others would suspect something scandalous.”

The air was becoming heavier in that room, his hormones screaming at him as his lust began to return with a vengeance.

Ever since he added the Carrow twins to his coven, both his lust and magical power seemed to have increased tenfold. The only way he could stave it off was through release, and he had only taken Hannah mere hours previously. That should have sustained him the entire day without giving in to his baser desires, and yet his lust came roaring back like a freight train. He could feel his cock becoming hard within his trousers.

“S-So much… How can there be so much…” Fleur’s eyes seemed to glaze over as she admired him. “How do you have zis much power, ‘Arry?”

At first he thought she was talking about his cock, but soon realized she was focused on something else entirely. She was examining his power through her Veela instincts, gauging his magic firsthand and comparing it to what it should have been.

Fleur began to breathe heavily, and suddenly it was her who was struggling with her base desires. Normally it was wizards falling over themselves to be with a Veela, and now the tables had turned.

“You said there were others?” She breathlessly asked, before sniffing the air. “How long since you’ve been with them?”

How ago did you have sex? He understood what she was asking. “Only a few hours, it was on the train ride here.”

If anything, his answer seemed to turn her on even more. Her pupils dilated to the point her irises were barely visible, the small hairs on her body standing straight up as her breaths became heavier.

“Are you okay, Fleur?” He asked.

“Oui. More than okay.” She answered in a husky tone that made his cock that much harder. “Your instincts… Your desire, how can you manage them when they’re so powerful?”

He slowly realized what she was asking. “…You can sense my lust?”

“Oui.” She breathed out slowly. “I can sense how much you want me, ‘Arry. How much you need me.”

“And you’re just okay with all this?” He managed to get out.

“Oui, you are ze wizard who saved my seester after all. Not to mention how kind and genuine you have been to me, something zat I find very attractive in a mate.”

The two of them got even closer as she spoke, their proximity nearing as he felt Fleur’s every breath against his chin. Their proximity was close enough to kiss one another, and for a moment Harry imagined that was exactly what was about to happen. But that was when the kitchen door slammed open, ruining the moment as they hastily pulled away from each other.

The Weasleys poured into the kitchen then, with the boys grabbing any food in sight before shoving it in their mouths. Ginny followed behind her brothers, with her gaze narrowing in on Fleur almost immediately. Bill, on the other hand, gained a great smirk at the sight of Fleur, and rushed over to her.

Harry just watched on, before leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs. Yet he peeked one more time into the Kitchen before he left, and managed to catch a look Fleur sent his way.

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That night he settled into a old and dusty bedroom in Sirius’ old home, and once again wished he was back at Greengrass manor with Daphne, Astoria, and Aspasia for company. But his current situation was still better than living in the Gryffindor dorms, and much better than the Dursleys.

That wasn’t to mention Sirius being around, as Harry and his Godfather would have to catch up in the coming days. He already knew the man would ask about his various relationships, and he might even bring up the DA if it comes to it. But Harry knew that would come later, as he set those thoughts aside and tried to fall asleep.

It was as he prepared to cross the line between consciousness and unconsciousness that a noise broke him out of his tired state. The door squeaked faintly as it opened, the light from the hall feeling almost blinding as it entered. Harry squinted his eyes as he focused on the doorway, and it was there he spotted Fleur Delacour entering his room.

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