That evening, Harry was sitting on the couch in front of the firepce with Gabrielle on his p. He was caressing her head as she lightly snored while in a deep sleep. He was admiring Fleur’s side profile as she made light strokes with her brush on the canvas in front of her with a serious focused expression. She was wearing a set of casual pajamas that already had multiple spshes of paint all over them. Her hair was tied in a bun, giving her a homely look while revealing the hickey from the morning and two new ones that had been added to her nape and neck.

  Every once in a while, she would stop and close her eyes to visualize the image before her movements continued with a renewed fervor. As she held her palette in one hand and the brush in the other and continued making more and more strokes, she turned to grab a thinner brush from her stand. That was when her gaze inadvertently went to Harry and she noticed him looking at her with a lost expression.

  “‘Arry?” She asked. Her gaze went to Gabrielle who was sleeping peacefully in her man’s arms and a small imperceptible smile graced her lips.

  “Keep going,” He said, “I love seeing you in your zone…”

  Fleur blushed a little, “Stop it, read a book or something, you’re making me conscious.”

  “Are you drawing something that should be making you conscious?” Harry asked with a sly smile, “You don’t usually mind me admiring you while you paint...” He trailed off as his tone took a teasing turn.

  “No!” Fleur’s answer came far more hurriedly than necessary, “J-just put Gabi to bed, okay? And then read a book or something, let me paint in peace…” She knew that Harry had caught her and decided to stand her ground.

  “Fine,” He smiled, “You’ll show it to me eventually.” He put an arm under Gabrielle and grunted lightly, “I’ll go tuck Gabi in for the night.” He saw Fleur sigh in relief and started walking toward the bedrooms, not forgetting to get an actual glimpse at the canvas. Sadly, it was still incomplete with merely a light background shading along with a couple of strokes that seemed random from what Harry could tell. There wasn’t anything substantial on it that would allow him to deduce the final product.

  “‘Arry!” Fleur’s admonishing tone made Harry flinch.

  “I was curious, okay? I’m sorry,” He said hurriedly when he saw Fleur picking up her wand, presumably to hex him. He quickly turned around and walked to Gabrielle’s room. He slowly set her down in the bed and draped the bnket over her. He tucked the sides of the bnket and kissed her forehead, “Night, honey…” He whispered as he saw Gabrielle curling up under the bnket, taking a comfortable posture to sleep.

  When he came out, he saw that Fleur had already gotten rid of her art supplies and the canvas that she had been working on. The room still had two canvases that were still on their stands, but they had already been painted on. One of them was a simple ndscape view that they had from outside their dorm. The other was a painting that she’d made of Harry and Gabrielle sleeping together on the couch. He’d fallen asleep one day with Gabrielle in his arms and Fleur decided that it would be a nice image to capture.

  “I’ll work on it when you’re asleep.” Fleur answered Harry’s question before he even asked, “Otherwise you’ll cheat and look at it,” She crossed her arms under her chest and huffed.

  “So that means that you’ll never finish it?” Harry asked her, “Cause there’s no way I’m letting you go when I’m asleep.” He said while walking toward her.

  “We’ll see about that,” Fleur said before pointing her wand at a retively empty space and conjuring a stool in front of the mirror, “Sit.” She pointed at it before summoning some scissors from the luggage with an ‘Accio scissors’ spell. Seeing Harry’s confused expression, she eborated, “Didn’t I say that I’ll give you a haircut today?” She asked.

  “Oh,” Harry raised his brow and said, “Sure.” He shrugged and sat on the stool before straightening his back. He frowned and stood back up before modifying Fleur’s conjured stool into a more comfortable chair with a backrest, “Better,” He said as he sat on it and leaned back.

  Fleur didn’t say anything and stood behind him before twirling her scissors, looking at him with a little smile through the mirror in front of them, “Scared?” She asked while running her comb through his hair and cutting some of it.

  “I was scared four years ago when you demanded that my mum stop cutting my hair and teach you how to do it,“ Harry said, “I think I’m over it at this point.” He squinted at Fleur and scrunched his face while emphasizing his words.

  Fleur giggled lightly as she continued fixing his hair in pces and cutting the outgrowths while making sure that it wasn’t too even either. She did, after all, like the messy look that Harry’s hair sported. Soon enough, as Fleur ran her fingers through his hair while turning his head in different directions, Harry’s eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of his girlfriend’s fingers constantly caressing his hair. After a while, she asked, “Are you sure that you want to keep it long for now? I could cut it short if it’s too annoying.”

  “You really don’t like my hair being this long, do you?” Harry chuckled, “You’ve suggested this to me multiple times over the past couple of months. If you really want to, then you can cut it short around the new year.”

  Fleur blushed a little and mumbled, “I can’t hug you as easily without your hair getting in my nose…”

  Harry had to stifle a ugh at her words before saying, “Now you know how I feel all the time.”

  “Hey! My hair is actually long unlike your fake long. It doesn’t annoy you…” Fleur got a little less confident as she spoke, but still stood her ground, “…as much,” She walked to Harry’s side, making him tilt his head to the side so that she could work on the hair that had grown around his ear. Harry felt his elbow brushing directly against Fleur’s crotch as she leaned forward to get a better view. He moved his arm slightly inward, but Fleur just leaned even further, signaling to Harry that it was a deliberate action. He just smiled with his eyes still closed and let Fleur do her thing. After rubbing her crotch on his arm for a few seconds, she was done with this side and moved to the other side, repeating the process, eventually giving up when she failed to get a reaction out of him.

  “Now for your front,” Fleur mumbled before moving in front of Harry and climbing up on the chair. She got up and straddled Harry, forcing him to move his posture a little so that he could accommodate her on the seat. She almost pressed her body against his as his face got buried in her perfectly perky chest. She continued cutting his hair and heaving her chest up and down every once in a while, teasing him. He passively enjoyed the heavenly feeling that he was being subjected to as Fleur moved his head around with her hands and buried his face in her chest, adding some final touches to his hair.

  “How fun…” Harry mumbled from Fleur’s chest, “I wouldn’t regret if I died from suffocation in the next second,” He continued as Fleur held his head in pce while quivering. She was feeling ticklish as his words kept making her feel a weird sensation on her chest.

  “Stop speaking,” She said with a slightly admonishing tone, “Don’t distract me.”

  For once, Harry listened to her since he didn’t want her to mess up his hair. Although he could just drink a potion to magically regrow it, he would have to wait for at least a day or two until he got that potion. He just leaned his head forward and used her breasts as the world’s best possible pillow, letting her do as she wanted.

  Finally, Fleur said, “We’re done,” She leaned slightly back but Harry’s head came right with her, following her chest, “‘Arry…” She grabbed his head and pushed him away.

  “No…” He whined and hugged her waist tightly. She yelped as he buried his face in her breasts once again, “I’m gonna stay like this…” His voice came out muffled as Fleur felt the ticklish feeling having intensified.

  “You can hug me all you want, my ‘Arry…” Fleur caressed his head and tried to gently push him away, “Let’s go to bed first, it’s already te. We have csses tomorrow.” With her words, she cast a spell to vanish the stubs of remnants of Harry’s hair all around them. Cleaning everything up in the most permanent way possible.

  “Mm…” Harry hummed, “Yeah, fine, whatever…” He tightened his hold over Fleur’s waist and stood up from the chair, making the girl yelp once again as she quickly wrapped her legs around his torso. He slid his hands down to her butt as he got a nice feel and squeezed tightly, taking full advantage of the position, “‘Arry…” Fleur admonished while resting her chin on his head. He’d made sure that she was high enough to allow him to keep his face buried in her tits.

  He didn’t respond and ignored her protests while walking to the bedroom without needing to see where he was going. He was completely aware of the dorm’s yout after already having spent a year here. Pushing the bedroom door open with his foot, Harry quickly entered the room while taking full advantage of Fleur’s current position and nuzzling his face in her tits while also kneading her butt. She didn’t resist other than some weak admonishment that also died after a few seconds.

  Eventually, he slumped down on the bed on top of Fleur, making her lose her breath as she groaned out, “‘Arry… You’re crushing me…” She tried to push him away.

  “Yeah…” He mumbled and got off of her, lying on his side of the bed, “Come here…” He called her needily.

  “I’m supposed to be the needy one in this retionship…” Fleur pouted, but still obediently approached Harry before wrapping her arms around his neck, allowing him to continue nuzzling his face in her chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. Fleur commented, “I remember someone promising to eat me out today… Who’s going to satisfy this unsatisfied Vee?” She mumbled as her fingers naturally combed through Harry’s hair.

  “Tomorrow,” Harry said while still nuzzling his face in her breasts, “Promise…”

  Fleur let out a disappointed sigh at his words and just hugged him before closing her eyes, “You better keep that promise.”

  …

  Harry indeed kept that promise in the morning.

  Fleur woke up with a moan and put her arm over her head, covering her eyes as jolts of pleasure ran all along her body. Harry was under the sheets, tasting the heavenly nectar of Fleur’s entrance. He kept pping his tongue all along her slit, giving a light flick to her clit every once in a while.

  Fleur tried to close her legs a little, but Harry had both his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart as he kept pping her up, “‘Arry~” She moaned before bringing her hands under the bnket and directly grabbing Harry’s hair, pulling him even closer. He gdly obliged and Fleur felt the pleasure increase by a margin. It made her moan even more loudly as she curled her toes and crossed her legs over Harry’s torso, pulling him even closer.

  He kept going as Fleur’s moans kept getting louder and more prominent. Eventually, “‘Arry~ I’m cumming…” She announced loudly and sprayed her juices all over Harry’s face. He continued licking her and got as much of that heavenly-tasting nectar as he could. When he finally pulled away and sat up, Fleur instinctively brought together her knees with her feet still pced on Harry’s sides. Harry felt pride welling up inside him as he saw the sheen of sweat that covered Fleur’s body. In her sleep, she’d gotten rid of all her clothes, which now allowed him to see the amazing view of her sweat-covered breasts as she barely closed her legs, trying to preserve a hint of her dy-like dignity.

  Harry put both his hands on her knees and spread them apart, “Don’t hide my prize from me, now…” He commented as Fleur blushed while looking to the side. Harry wished he had a camera right now to capture the current moment. He wanted to immortalize Fleur’s current expression and state as she looked away with a blush, her legs having been forcefully spread apart as her core dripped with the aftermath of her climax.

  “‘Arry~” Fleur called out in a sweet soul-sucking voice and extended her arms toward Harry. When he looked into her eyes, he saw her love and neediness along with the satisfaction of a climax in the morning and felt a feeling of fulfillment inwardly. He leaned forward and hugged her, letting her wrap her arms around her torso.

  “You’re the best, ‘Arry…” Fleur whispered in his ear, “I love you.”

  “I love you too, honey.” Harry smiled and kissed her cheek. He turned slightly to the side and stopped putting all his weight on Fleur while hugging her, “Let’s go shower…” He told her without making any move to get out of bed.

  “Yeah,” Fleur nodded, not moving away from Harry even an inch. If anything, she hugged him even tighter and nestled herself closer to him while tangling her legs with his.

  …

  The next week passed uneventfully as the evening of September 30th rolled around.

  Most of the student body had the day off. Almost all of them were out and about the Beauxbatons castle, doing their own things. It was still a couple of hours before curfew. But a small group of students was on the grounds. Most of them were ninth and tenth-year students who were there to bid farewell to their peers, but there were a few juniors too, either to say goodbye to their seniors or just to enjoy the spectacle. Some of the professors were also there to maintain the decorum.

  “Don’t you have any friends who came to see you off?” Harry asked Celine as he saw the students bidding farewell to their friends while Celine just stood there with him and Fleur. Gabrielle, unlike Harry and Fleur, had friends, who had all come to see her off. These two dumbasses on the other hand were so indulged in each other that they didn’t even bother making acquaintances, let alone friends. It wasn’t their fault either. Most of the guys that tried to approach Harry ended up either in love with Fleur or jealous of him so they never talked to him again. As for the women, they were too intimidated by Fleur and couldn’t gather the courage to approach him. And even if some of them tried, Fleur scared them away with the excuse that they had ulterior thoughts.

  Celine blushed at Harry’s words and looked down, “I’m only friends with the Head…” She said in a small voice before gncing up at a man in the crowd who was gring at Harry and Fleur hatefully, “I already talked to him before…” She lied. Anyone could tell by the look of pain that she had in her eyes.

  “You’re that junior Faust keeps bragging to everyone about?” Harry asked with genuine surprise and a hint of pity in his tone, “No wonder you’re so meek and don’t have any friends.”

  Faust was in the same year as Fleur, so Harry had had some interaction with him before. The man would’ve probably come on the trip too, but he prioritized getting the Head of the Delegues position and couldn’t capitalize on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Celine asked with a frown.

  “How long have you been with him?” Harry asked her.

  “I’m not with him,” She crified, “He’s been my friend for years now… Why do you ask?”

  “I’ll tell you once we’re in the carriage,” Harry said before looking to the side and ignoring her completely. Just as Celine was about to say something, “Come here…” Harry spoke and opened his arms before a smaller version of Fleur ran into his outstretched arms. She hugged him and slipped her locket into Harry’s pocket. He could audibly hear her increasing comfort as she hugged him and closed her eyes.

  “I hate that locket…” Gabrielle said with a pouty tone, making Harry feel some heartache. He wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to wear it anymore, but he didn’t want her to be lonely once he graduated from Beauxbatons.

  Steeling his heart, he whispered in her ear, “It’s okay… You’ll get used to it. And once you can control your allure without the locket, things will be even easier.”

  “Mou…” She didn’t like his answer and puffed her cheeks, “Go away…” She said but still kept her arms wrapped around his waist, making Harry smile amusedly.

  After a minute or so, Harry pushed her away, “All right, it’s time for us to board the carriage, let’s go.” He said as Gabrielle only held him tighter, “No!” She resisted, “I’m cold.”

  “It’s merely September and you’re already wearing your winter uniform,” Harry was speechless at her excuse to stay close to him and gave up after trying to pry her off a few times, “Whatever,” He said, “Come on up.” He bent a little and put his arm under Gabrielle’s thighs before picking her up, using his waist to support her weight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly.

  “Isn’t she a bit too clingy?” Celine couldn’t help but ask Harry, only to receive a cold expression from him when he felt Gabrielle tense up at Celine’s words. Harry’s gre made a shiver run down Celine’s spine, “Sorry…” She replied instinctively before looking down with a meek expression, almost tearing up.

  “Ignore her, Gabi,” Harry caressed Gabrielle’s hair, “You can be as clingy with me as you want,” As Gabrielle’s tense shoulders calmed down, Harry rested his palm on her head and looked back at Celine who had stopped walking and was looking down meekly with her hands clenched at her sides, “Stop dallying, Celine,” Harry called out, “We have to go.” Harry turned around and approached Fleur who was looking at him with an annoyed pout.

  “Let’s go,” Harry brought his palm away from Gabrielle’s head and grabbed Fleur’s hand, pulling her toward the carriage entrance. He turned his head a little and saw that Celine had caught up with them and was walking behind him with her head lowered. He sighed inwardly, realizing that he would need to set things straight with her, “Gabi, can you walk with your big sis for a while?” He asked, “There’s something I need to talk to Celine about,” His words made Gabrielle hug him tighter for a few seconds before she loosened her arms and nodded, “Okay…”

  “That’s my girl…” He patted her head and nuzzled his face in her neck, making her giggle cutely. When he let her down on the ground, she forcefully separated his hand from Fleur’s and grabbed Fleur’s hand herself. Giving Fleur a cheeky smile, Gabrielle showed her tongue to her elder sister.

  Harry chuckled at the dispy and looked at Fleur, “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” Seeing Fleur nod, Harry slowed his pace such that he was walking beside Celine, “Hey,” He said. Seeing her unresponsive as she kept walking forward, Harry grabbed her shoulder and called her again, “Celine.”

  “Huh?” She opened her eyes and looked up at him, stopping, “Yeah?” She asked.

  Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw her slightly puffy eyes with hints of redness around them, “Your situation is worse than I thought, huh…” He mumbled, confusing Celine further.

  “What?” She asked, only to see Harry shake his head dismissively.

  “We’ll have enough time to talk about your confidence issues during the very long carriage ride that we have,” Harry said, “I don’t want you to feel that you’re unwelcome with us, so I had to crify some things,” Celine nodded at his words as Harry continued, “When it comes to Fleur and Gabrielle, just don’t make some random comments that you think would be harmless. The comments aren’t harmless. Both of them are very sensitive to small things and if you want this trip to be a positive experience, I suggest that you don’t antagonize them, understand?”

  Celine gulped and nodded fervently, “I understand, sir…” She said, “I’ll make sure to not say something like that again.”

  “Good,” Harry nodded, “Oh, by the way,” Harry fished something out of his pocket and hung it on his finger, showing it to Celine, “Wear this neckce,” He said, “It’ll protect you from Fleur’s allure as long as she doesn’t focus it on you.”

  Celine widened her eyes when she heard his words and nodded before quickly taking the neckce from him, “Thank you, sir.” She examined the tch for a moment before pulling the neckce around her neck and closing the tch. Instantly, Celine felt a sense of suppression wash over her entire being. She had to gasp as she felt as if she was momentarily drowning in a viscous liquid that made it difficult for her to even move. It took her a few seconds to shake off the illusive feeling and catch her breath, but the sense of suppression was still there and very much prevalent. “This is so uncomfortable…” She mumbled to herself.

  “It’s either this or you following us like a mindless puppet for the rest of the year, which would inevitably damage your brain and turn you into a permanent puppet who would spend her whole life listening to Fleur’s whims,” Harry shrugged, “I’m not exaggerating, Fleur’s allure does have this potential.”

  Celine’s eyes widened as she instantly clutched the pendant of the neckce protectively, no matter how uncomfortable it made her, “I-I’ll protect this neckce with my life, sir.” She said, making Harry chuckle.

  “Let’s go,” Harry gestured and quickened his pace. Celine followed him close by, her expression much more positive than what was there before, even though her gait was now slower than before due to the suppressive feeling of the neckce. Harry thought to himself, ‘This girl teared up just from a gre… What kind of crazy mind games has that Faust fuck been pying on her for so many years to make her so meek?’ Thinking of that, Harry realized something else, ‘This kind of weak personality and willpower should be affecting her magic too. How did she even get good enough to not only get nominated for a position of authority but actually get it?’ Harry had a lot of questions, but they could only be unpacked slowly. He couldn’t abruptly start grilling her about such a sensitive topic.

  He and Celine were some of the st students to enter the carriage and they quickly made their way to their assigned cabin where Fleur and Gabrielle were already sitting. Their luggage had already all been taken care of by the house elves who had loaded everything into the carriage.

  Seeing Fleur and Gabrielle sitting on opposite seats of the cabin, Harry capitalized on the opportunity and slumped down on the same seat as Fleur. He turned his body sideways, resting his head on Fleur’s thigh, “Hi…” He looked up at her surprised face and smiled. Fleur was startled for a moment before pouting, “My seat…” She looked at him pitifully.

  “Later,” Harry said. He knew Fleur would instantly try to take his p as her seat and did his best to dey it. Although these seats were high quality and rge enough for one person to sleep on comfortably, Fleur was still not a fan of them, preferring to sit and sleep on Harry’s p instead. “We have a twenty-hour ride, you can sacrifice some of your p time for my comfort.” Harry then closed his eyes and ignored Fleur’s pouty mumblings.

  As for Celine, she couldn’t help but gaze at Fleur and think, ‘How can someone’s voice sound this…soul-stirring? A-am I into women?’ She had weird thoughts since the neckce prevented her from being turned into a mindlessly drooling puppet to Fleur’s allure and allowed her to perceive the woman’s natural charm, which was already ridiculously high.

  “Celine, could you get us some coffee? Just for me and ‘Arry,” Fleur noticed the neckce around Celine’s neck and asked with an impassive expression and a ft tone, “And please stop looking at me like that, it’s creepy.”

  Fleur’s words made Celine come out of her thoughts as she hurriedly nodded, “S-sorry, madam. I’ll go get it.”

  “Get something for yourself too,” Fleur said as Celine closed the door behind her. She then turned to Harry and asked him, “Did you give her the money with the neckce?”

  “Not yet, I forgot about it,” Harry said, “I’ll give it to her once she comes back.”

  “‘Arry…” Fleur frowned, “How could you forget about it?” She admonished him.

  “We can just give her the money when she comes back,” He shrugged, “What’s the big deal?”

  “You were very careless, ‘Arry,” She held his face and made him look at her, “Now she’s probably going to be stressed out about the money, not to mention the possibility that she didn’t even bring a lot of money with her.”

  Hearing her words, Harry had to cough, “My bad, okay?” He said, “I’ll apologize to her once she returns.”

  “You don’t need to apologize to her,” Fleur said, “She should have enough money to get us coffee. We’re already doing her a favor with all this, there’s no need for you to apologize to her.”

  “Then why are you scolding me?” Harry asked with a speechless expression that said, ‘What do you want from me, woman!?’

  “Because you were careless and irresponsible,” Fleur said, “I have to make sure that you don’t mess up these things.”

  “Fine,” Harry said, “I get it, now stop nagging me, I want to rest for a while.” Fleur saw him close his eyes as he turned to the side and pressed the back of his head against her stomach. She was about to continue, but Harry gnced at Gabrielle, who was looking out the window, doing her best to ignore Fleur and Harry’s little spat. He turned back to Fleur and gave her a look that instantly shut her up, “Hey, Gabi,” Harry called out and the girl looked at him curiously, “Do you want something to drink? Celine is bringing coffee for Fleur and me, should I get her to bring some hot chocote for you?” He asked her.

  “The ones with chocote frogs that Old Nan makes?” Gabi asked with an innocent smile as her eyes sparkled.

  “Once she returns, I’ll get her to bring you some,” Harry said with an indulgent smile as he saw Gabrielle nod happily.

  Once Celine returned with the coffee, Harry thanked her while sitting up, “Oh, by the way.” He fished out a pouch from his carry-on and handed it to Celine, “Here.”

  “W-what’s this?” She asked with a frown, not accepting the pouch.

  “Your expenses,” Harry said, “We’ll be asking for quite a few of these kinds of things from you, and it’s best to give you the money for them beforehand.” His words made Celine much less resistant to taking the money. She was initially going to refuse by saying that they were already doing her a huge favor, but this made her realize that they would probably ask her to buy stuff for them which would probably end up digging a hole in her wallet that was barely enough for her to pay for herself.

  “I see…” She accepted the pouch that was filled with Galleons, “Thank you…” She thanked Harry while looking down.

  “We really need to talk about her confidence issues…” Harry mumbled before saying, “Also, could you call Old Nan? We need some stuff from her cart.”

  “Sure,” Celine quickly stood up and left the cabin to call the old dy who brought around the sweets cart.

  “How’s the coffee?” He asked Fleur who was slowly sipping the coffee.

  “It’s good,” She nodded with a smack of her lips. There was a brownish-white mustache on her lips that was formed of the foam that made Harry ugh when he saw it, “What?” She asked.

  “Nothing…” He smiled before leaning forward licking the foam off of her lips.

  Addyctive