Settling Debts

AN: Casting

Apolline- Summer Soderstrum 

Apolline ran her hand through her oldest daughter’s hair, so incredibly like her own. Gabrielle was on her sister’s other side, nestled against her in the bed.

Fleur was terribly shaken. Without any warning, she would judder with muscular spasms as she worked through the aftermath of the Torture Curse that had been used on her though her sister didn’t seem to mind. I just knew this tournament was a horrible idea. She’d been sure after the utter stupidity of the second task, and had it not been for the sake of the fact that it would have meant the loss of her daughter’s magic, she would’ve insisted that Fleur withdraw. Whoever thought that was a reasonable punishment ought to have their own magic removed. Morons.

Her husband paced not far away, less concerned with the wellbeing of their daughter and more with her, as he put it, utter failure. He’d been ranting and raving enough that the matron silenced the ward around her bed, “… an absolute embarrassment. What will the others at the Ministry think when they hear of this! I will be a laughingstock.”

“You were the one who insisted that she compete in the first place, dear.” Her voice was sickly-sweet as she wondered just why she had married this miserable man. Even in the face of near-death, he was more concerned with his social standing than he was with their daughter’s well-being.

Jacques stopped and scowled at her. It was something she was accustomed to, they rarely had a kind word or gesture for one another in private. However, before he could speak his mind, the curtain around the bed opened and a handsome head poked in, “Excuse me, sorry, I just wanted to make sure that Fleur was alright.” Despite the efforts of the matron, there were still some bruises present on his face and one rather nasty looking cut that was still healing.

Something about his presence made her daughter stir, and she offered him a tired smile, “’Arry… zank you… I’m… just zank you.” Gabrielle did too, and immediately blushed and hid herself behind her sister.

He seemed embarrassed by her gratitude and ran a hand through his dark hair nervously, “I couldn’t just leave you. I’m just glad I was there in time.”

“You saved my life… zere iz no way I can ever really repay you.” That caught Apolline’s attention. They hadn’t gotten into the gritty details of what exactly had taken place in the maze beyond the fact that Krum had attacked her because of an Imperius Curse and that Harry had been the one to ensure that she was recovered.

“It was the right thing to do.” He said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

What a wonderfully selfless young man. Standing, Apolline approached him. He wasn’t particularly tall only a bit taller than she was, so it was easy for her to lean in to place a kiss on his cheek, “You’ve saved bozz of my daughters now. We’re truly een your debt.” In more ways than you can even begin to imagine. The blush that came to his cheeks was quite cute, and she found herself staring into emerald-green eyes.

“Yes, yes, well done.” Jacque interjected, none too pleased to see the wizard who, despite being younger, had beaten his daughter quite soundly, “Eef you could please leave us.”

“Right… sorry. I’ll just go. Glad you’re alright.” Harry said the last as he looked around to Fleur. With that he walked slowly back to his own bed.

Apolline moved back over to her daughter and joined her on the bed. Fleur cuddled up, and whispered softly, “I was wrong about ‘im.” A few moments later, she was back asleep, leaving her mother with a great deal to think about.

In just the few days since the end of the third task, the signs had become more obvious. Gabrielle had largely been able to ignore them after the second task, due in part to her age and equally because of the distance between them. Not to mention the crush seemed natural to her. He was her handsome savior, after all. The same wasn’t true for Fleur. Just that afternoon, Apolline had caught her staring at her savior in the middle of dinner.

Considering her eldest’s ordeal, her younger daughter wouldn’t hear of being parted from her and so, all the Delacour women had been close to Hogwarts, and Harry, too. And the night before, she’d heard Gabrielle muttering the young man’s name in her sleep.

There was a part of her that hoped, given their diluted veela heritage, that it wouldn’t be an issue, but those hopes were in vain. Quite honestly, it was outright delusional. In the end, she had to have a rather pointed conversation with both of her daughters. Which went about as well as she expected, “What?!” It was a good thing she had the foresight to silence the room before they started, because that scream was enough to rattle glass.

“Is the shouting really necessary?” she asked, completely unperturbed by the outburst.

“You just told me my magic is tied to the most famous wizard in Britain, who I happen to have no interest in. And that if I don’t…” Fleur faltered here as she glanced at her younger sister, “sleep with him, it’ll slowly kill me. So yes, I think the screaming is perfectly necessary!”

Apolline could only roll her eyes at her eldest’s dramatics, “I’m not telling you this so that you can act like a child. In fact,” She gestured to Gabrielle, “you’re acting worse than a child.”

That earned her an amused snort in response, “Oh, please, Gabby is enamored with him. Most of the letters that I’ve gotten from her since the second task have done nothing but ask about Harry.”

Gabby’s blush told the truth of it, and Apolline regretted that she hadn’t seen it, and dealt with this sooner, “She is a bit young don’t you think?”

“Of course, she is,” Fleur said with a furrowed brow.

“Well, magic and the debt that has been accrued doesn’t seem to care about that fact.” Apolline informed them both, “Trust me, I know better than you. This is the same sort of thing that led to my mother and father getting together.”

“I don’t mind.” Gabby spoke up softly, “Sleeping with Harry doesn’t sound that bad.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” She took her daughter’s face in her hands, still happy that she had that youthful innocence, “you don’t know what you’re talking about. And even if you did, the young man in question seems like the sort that would mind.”

Fleur realized something then, something quite significant, “Then why aren’t you more worried about this? It could drive us mad if we don’t fulfill the debt!”

“Because, I have every intention of taking on the debt myself and settling it for the both of you.” She said it with such finality that it actually caught Fleur off guard, “I know that you are quite smitten with the man you met at before the third task, and Gabby is much too young… so, this is the best solution.”

Fleur softened significantly at that and gave her a sad smile. While both girls were aware of the state of her marriage, Fleur was old enough to have a better understanding of it. For her part, Gabby just looked mildly confused. There was no part of Apolline that was even mildly concerned about Jacques, or his opinion in this matter. If it means protecting my daughters and their future happiness, there’s nothing I won’t do. That wasn’t to say that her motivations were entirely altruistic, but it was certainly the primary driver. She did still think he was quite a handsome young man, after all.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” She was quite confident she’d never been so certain of anything in her life, “Now there’s some things we need to do.” What followed was a rather simple process, if only because of their direct relations, that transferred the debt from her girls to her. When it was done, she sent her daughters away, one with a very specific job to fulfill.

As she waited there, the weight of two debts working simultaneously on one veela proved more compelling than she expected, but with a great deal of effort she managed to keep from just rushing out of the room before Fleur managed to retrieve the young man.

In the end, she settled herself down on the bed and waited. There was no way to help it. She was quite… excited. Driven by the debts, and her own interest, there was a wanton heat coming from between her thighs. Wearing just a simple, midnight-blue dress, she found her hand trailing up her silk smooth skin.

Even at forty-five, she still looked no older than her early twenties. Any time she found herself out amongst the mundane Parisians with Fleur, people would comment that they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Given their nature, it wasn’t surprising, but considering her husband’s ever-growing disinterest, if not outright distaste, it was always nice to hear.

A breathy gasp escaped her lips, as her fingers found the liquid heat between her thighs. Her lacey lingerie was damp with arousal as she peeled it away from her bare pussy. Schlick. Sinking one slender digit into her tight tunnel felt wonderful. Slow and steady, she fucked herself, adding a second finger that stretched her wonderfully. The room, which happened to be Fleur’s on the carriage, was filled with her delectable scent.

Knock. That single distinct knock on the door had her pulling her fingers free. They were slick with her juices, and in a fit of intense horniness, she found herself licking them clean rather than using any sort of magic. As she groaned low in her throat at the taste, she heard from the other side, “Mrs. Delacour?” His voice was muffled through the door, thankfully able to reach her as it was only silenced from the inside out.

Apolline took a calming breath and smoothed down the ruffled material of her dress. She didn’t even notice that she left a bit of her spit there as she headed to the door. Opening it, the handsome hero that saved her daughters was standing on the other side looking understandably confused, “’Ello, ‘Arry.” She tried to still the erratic beating of her heart at the very sight of him. Thank every goddess there is that I did this now. Had I waited much longer, the girls would’ve been offering themselves to him in the middle of the Great Hall.

“Fleur said that you wanted to see me.”

“Oui.” Stepping out of the doorway, she gestured him in, “Please. And call me, Apolline.” Her allure was pouring out of her completely unrestrained. She half-expected him to lose control and just take her without question, but to her surprise, he seemed entirely unaffected. How did my Fleur not find him absolutely fascinating thanks to that alone?

Cautiously, he stepped into the room. On instinct, she found herself sniffing him as he stepped by, and it took a great deal of effort not to just shove him on the bed and pin him beneath her. Even if she had loved her husband at one point, it had never been like this. No, this is the way that mother used to describe her feelings for father. Perhaps, it’s only the sort of thing that happens when a veela owes a debt.

“Tell me ‘Arry, do you know much about veela?”

“No… sorry. Just what little bit I was told at the World Cup.” He sounded genuinely apologetic about that fact.

“Zat’s alright… it just means zere are some zings I need to explain.” It was proving a struggle not to reach out and touch him. Unable to resist, she guided him to the bed, “perhaps it would be best if you sit.”

Following her guidance without complaint, she stood above him as he came to sit on the mattress. She felt a thrill go through her as his eyes rested on her bust. Soon, you just have to finish explaining. “I won’t bore you wizz ze finer details. What you need to know iz zat veela are creatures of passion and zat our magic reacts strongly to heroic acts. And when zese acts are done to protect us… it creates a debt.”

There was a glint of understanding in his eye, “I’ll make it something simple Mrs…. Apolline,” he corrected at her look, “They can give me a knut.”

“I’m afraid it’s not zat simple,” She moved closer to him, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her bare arm. Barely managing to hide her shiver, she explained, “Because we inspire such passion in others, we inevitably seek ze best possible partner to protect us from ze many weak-willed individuals who would seek to use us. When our savior eez a person of sufficient skill and power, our magic demands that the debt be fulfilled… by giving ourselves to ze individual.”

His mouth hung open in disbelief, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the expression, “What?” Within a moment he went into a panic, “But Fleur… no, no, no. And Gabrielle can’t be more than eight.”

Running her hand through his hair, he stilled a second later, “Non, don’t worry. Zere are solutions to every problem.”

“Really? And what’s the solution?” Given what he’d already heard, he was rightfully skeptical.

“Moi. A debt can be…moved from one veela to anozzer so long as all are willing. Zat’s what ‘as been done.” She told him as her fingers found the nape of his neck and tickled him there. Shivering at her touch, there was clear desire in his captivating emerald eyes, but still he managed to control himself.

“You’re married.” There was a part of her that was frustrated at that concern, but she tamped it down quickly.

“Oui. But if it’z what iz best for my daughters zeir is nozzing I won’t do.” Even if I was deeply in love with my husband still, I would’ve made this choice to protect them. I just would’ve taken a great deal more care in his feelings toward it. “Don’t worry, ‘Arry. Just enjoy, it’z ze least you deserve.” After saving her daughters, she already had a soft spot for the young man, so there was no way she wasn’t going to make sure this was the best experience of his life.

What resolve he had slowly crumbled, not because of her allure filling the room, but because he wanted her. She could see it in the way he swallowed thickly, the way his hand fisted at his side, the way his eyes just grew ever-so-slightly darker. Sitting herself down on his lap, she ground her hips against him and liked what she could feel, “Uhmm… zat feels promising.” The front of his trousers grew wet from the dripping arousal that had easily soaked the front of her knickers.

The groan that came from his throat was low and sent liquid heat right through her already needy core.  Her movements were demanding as she pulled him into a kiss. Obviously inexperienced, he did the best thing he could do then, eagerly following her lead. With an effortlessness that shouldn’t have been possible given their positioning, she managed to pull his throbbing, steel-hard cock from his trousers.

He hissed at the feel of her soft hand on his engorged cockflesh and it made her whimper. He was bigger than she was expecting, with a fat crown and just the right amount of curve that left her certain he was going to poke that most delicious spot deep inside of her. There was a shocking amount of crystal-clear precum seeping from his cockhole. Tenderly, she worked the sticky liquid along his shaft as his breathing grew shallow and hot.

“Bloody hell…” He muttered to himself as he tried to hump up into her hands.

“Patience,” She instructed with a teasing little smile, “It’z only going to get better.” What she didn’t realize was that she was talking as much to herself as she was to him.

Pushing up on her knees, she guided his crown to her slit. He stretched her wonderfully, in a way that she’d never actually experienced before. Little lights danced in her eye as electricity shot through every nerve in her body. Bolstered by the simultaneous debts, her already sex-starved body needed this more than she realized. The simple act of stretching her petite pussy was enough to send a wave of utter euphoria through her body.

It was a tight fit, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her for a second. She wasn’t some blushing virgin, so with a little help from gravity and his hands on her hips, she dropped herself down until she could feel his big, cum-filled bollocks resting against her bum cheeks. I was right, he is poking me in just the right spot. Even if she wanted to, she didn’t think that she could stop herself. Without pause, she started bouncing herself in his lap, the walls of her sex clung to his veiny member as she rutted against him.

Rip. He was wearing a button-down shirt, or he had been anyway. In a fit of passion, she tore it open leaving his bare chest there for her pleasure. Her nails scraped against the hard planes of his body as his own dug into her supple, heart-shaped arse, “Fucking hell…” The unreserved pleasure in his voice only made her that much more eager to pull more filthy words from him.

His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck and he sucked hard. That is going to leave a mark. And in her lust-addled mind, that was exactly what she wanted. Her fingers found his neck and she held him in place as she managed to fuck against him even harder. There was a line of her creamy cum gathering at the base of his cock as her pussy hugged and squeezed through her peak. Honestly, she wasn’t sure when it started and if it would stop, all she knew was that her body was experiencing a steady, encompassing rapture that she hadn’t known was possible.

One ride up his cock proved a bit overzealous, and he slipped from her sheath. The noise that came from her throat was shameless, “Non, back in.”  It was made even worse a second later when he groaned. As she guided him back toward her sex, he started cumming. His spewing cockhead was between them as he released a ridiculous amount of cum. Despite her disappointment, she giggled as he went off like a broken fire hydrant.  His thick white offering covered the underside of her bust and one rope even hit the underside of her chin and covered her collar bone, but most of it ended up on his chest.

Possessed by unbridled lust, she leaned in and started licking it from his body. It was sticky, salty, and surprisingly sweet… and tasted far better than it had any right to, “So much cum… ‘Arry. I really am a lucky girl.” And through it all, she couldn’t help but notice that he was still rock hard and flexing against his own abs. Something he was painfully aware of too, as she would find out in short order.

Squealing like a schoolgirl, she suddenly found herself on her back with him looming over her. He turned her hip so that she was half on her side. Her new position let him slap his cock against her bare ass as he pushed her dress up. It was little more than a belt now as she pulled down the straps to reveal her full tits. She felt him throb against her arse cheek at the sight. Her dainty fingers found his crown and guided him back to her swollen lips. Looking at him with wide eyes, her voice was terribly needy, “Again… I want you, again.”

Teasing her wasn’t something remotely on his mind. With a booty-jiggling force, he hilted inside of her, “Oui… oh, oui…” As he bounced his hips off her bum, she trailed her finger through his seed on her neck and brought it to her mouth. The frankly whorish moan that left her mouth at his taste just spurred him to new heights. Fleur wouldn’t have been able to handle this.

Thought, much less speech, became difficult as he drilled into her with reckless abandon. Her mouth opened in awe as his cock scraped against her oversensitive sheath again and again. As her own orgasms rolled through her body one after the other, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as he just kept going. With that initial edge taken off, he managed to keep control far longer than she would’ve thought possible. Her entire world narrowed down to the pleasure coming from her cunt, until she felt him tense against her.

The muscle in his arms grew tight and she could feel his cock give a heavy shudder. After missing out on the first one, she wasn’t going to allow it again, “In me ‘Arry.” Her voice was laced with the allure, and even though he could resist, he didn’t want to, “Every fucking drop… your cum belongs to my pussy.”

Pulling her ass flush against his crotch, she felt his balls pull tight to his body as he started filling her up with rope after rope of his thick seed. Sweat slick and sore from their intense rutting, the bliss of that moment made her want to cry as one last climax ripped through her body. He gave her bum a soft slap as he finished.

Languidly, she moved along the bed pulling him down beside her. As they drifted off to sleep, she felt the pull of the debt break as it was fulfilled. But that did nothing to diminish her desire for him. As she drifted off to sleep, she had one odd thought.  He really would be a perfect son-in-law. Just right for Gabrielle down the road.  Of course, that thought probably had as much to do with keeping him around as much as anything.

AN: Hope you enjoyed!