A Familiar Bond: Chapter 22

Daphne and Valerie walked together down the corridor. Classes had ended which meant students had ventured into the castle grounds or the library, leaving the Hogwarts walls significantly vacant.

“What did you want me to do again?” Daphne asked her wife curiously who smirked.

“You, my dear, will be the conductor to an orchestra and I’ll be performing for you,” Valerie replied. “You’ve been to a theater, right?”

“Not the kind you want me to play for you,” Daphne chuckled. “What was it again? The scene should be straight out of someone’s nightmares, there needs to be a chill in the air, and—”

“And the score should tingle spines,” Valerie completed. “I’m sure you’ll do a brilliant job.”

“Good thing you’ve already arranged for the instruments. Guess the lessons I took as a child would come handy now,” Daphne remarked in amusement as they walked down the stairs.

“No knowledge ever goes to waste,” Valerie said sagely, giggling when Daphne poked her in the waist.

“Enough being a philosopher. You’ve got another role to play right now, and let me tell you, I’m so looking forward to the act.”

Valerie merely smirked.

XXXXX

The moment the ritual ended, Harry, Fleur, and Apolline jolted awake in their respective seats.

Fleur blinked the spots out of her eyes as she gazed around. Her eyes fell on Harry and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What happened?”

Surprised, Harry looked at her before he glanced toward Apolline who walked closer and took her place on a chair. He turned back to Fleur and asked, “You don’t remember anything?”

Fleur shook her head negatively.

“I remember you starting the ritual and nothing after that. It feels I was asleep for a few hours,” she replied.

“Curious,” Harry muttered. “This didn’t happen with Daph or Val.”

“So? Did you succeed?” Fleur asked, a hint of eagerness in her voice, and Harry sighed.

“Where to even start…” he mused aloud.

“I think this discussion better be had between you two. Me being here would be awkward,” Apolline interjected as she stood up. “I’ll be heading back to the carriage.”

Surprised, Harry glanced at Apolline before he sighed and nodded.

“I guess that’d be fine. Goodnight,” he replied.

Apolline smiled before she reached out and clasped a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, squeezing affectionately.

“We’ll be waiting in the carriage,” she said. Fleur nodded and clasped her hand on her mother’s. Apolline patted her shoulder and pulled away. Harry and Fleur watched as she walked away.

Once her mother had left, Fleur turned back to Harry and immediately closed the distance between them. She planted herself on his lap sideways, wrapping an arm around his neck while the other rested on his chest, caressing softly.

“Tell me everything.”

Harry sighed.

“Alright, I’ll tell you everything,” he nodded and leaned back, pulling her with him. Fleur curled her legs up on his lap and gave him her undivided attention, smiling when he held her by the waist. The other hand gently stroked her thighs and she had to refocus on the situation at hand.

“We arrived in the veela’s domain,” Harry began. “Your veela’s domain. It was… hot.”

“Hot as in hot-hot or hot-hot?” She asked teasingly, earning a chuckle.

“It was in a volcano,” Harry replied.

“Why does that not surprise me…” Fleur muttered. “Overdramatic bird.”

Harry chuckled again.

“Yeah, that part I agree with, and a lot childish as well.”

“I know, mon amour. I hear her voice all day long. She’s oddly quiet right now though. Wonder what’s up with that,” Fleur mused.

“I think I can answer that for you,” Harry continued. “You see, the veela didn’t want to share me. She considers Daph and Val her friends and given how you’ve been intimate with them already, they’re very close friends, but they’re not mates.”

“She told you what she’s been telling me then,” Fleur interjected. “How you should leave them and be with me. I know that won’t happen, and I don’t want that to happen either.”

“I know,” Harry said gently, caressing the leg she had curled up on his lap. “I told her that ain’t happening. Although I might’ve put my foot in my mouth there for once.”

At her inquisitive look, he snorted. “When she said they’re friends, I asked her if she’d like to be more.”

“You silly man,” Fleur said in exasperation. “I’m surprised you didn’t get a fireball to your face for that.”

“It was close,” Harry chuckled. “Back to where I was… I told her I love all three of you and want to be with you all. She wasn’t happy, not one bit. Before you ask, she wasn’t angry… disappointed, maybe. Even hurt. She felt she, and by extension, you, won’t be enough for me and that’s why I’m choosing two more women to spend my life with.”

“I see,” Fleur muttered.

“Your mother explained why I needed three wives and that she needed to think about me as well, and… well… that’s when she blurted out the true reason why she’s against sharing her bonded mate with two other women.”

“She needs to think about a pervert like you? As in what? Shagging multiple women?” Fleur teased.

“Don’t talk as if you ain’t a massive perv yourself,” Harry retorted, pinching her waist. Fleur squealed in his lap, fisting his shirt, as Harry smirked. “And it was more about the lordship part.”

“I know,” she replied as she made herself home once again. “Go on. What did she blurt out?”

Harry’s face gained an exasperated look as he replied, “She’s not confident that I’d be able to satisfy all three of you at the same time.”

“Come again?” Fleur blinked.

“She said a veela is more than enough to exhaust any man, and that once you’re done with me, I won’t be able to do anything with Daph or Val. If I went with them first, I’d have nothing left in the tank to give you. All of that would have a negative impact on our sex lives which will affect a sensual creature like a veela very adversely.”

For a long moment, Fleur did nothing but stare at him in disbelief. She knew how important carnal relations were for veela and how they could be affected by their sex lives. It could be a source of both sheer euphoria and a lifetime of sorrow since they were so attuned to the carnal aspect of both magic and living.

“And then?”

“And then? You sure you wanna know?” Harry asked with a rueful chuckle. At her nod, he told her what the veela had said about her mother gatekeeping her father and everything else about a veela’s nature. Try as he might, he could not hold in the laugh that escaped him at the mortified look on her face.

“That childish, bratty bird,” Fleur moaned as she buried her face in his chest. Amused, Harry wrapped an arm around her and kept her close.

“Nothing much happened after that. I issued her a challenge and that was the end of it,” Harry continued.

“Let me guess,” Fleur said softly as she pulled back and gazed at him. “You challenged her that you’d prove her wrong.”

“I sure did,” Harry replied. “That bird questioned my pride. No way I’m letting it go unanswered. She promised she’d accept it if I could prove to her that I’d be able to keep up with her and not let any weakness on my part affect our sex life.”

“Which is nothing but a glorified way of saying you’d shag us three rotten,” Fleur deadpanned.

“Oh you know me so well, my birdie,” Harry teased, caressing her belly over her top.

Fleur batted his hand away, glaring.

“Don’t you dare call me that again!”

Harry simply chuckled and closed the distance between them. His lips met hers in a searing kiss and Fleur quickly melted into it. She pressed herself against him and reached up to thread her fingers through his hair just as he repositioned her so that she was straddling him.

A moan escaped her lips as her womanhood came down to rest on his erection and she firmly pushed her lower lips against him, rubbing him to full mast.

Harry groaned approvingly and reached behind her. He grabbed a firm hold of her arse cheeks and began groping her eagerly, rolling her lips over his length. Their tongues rolled around each other as they kissed passionately, their hot breaths mingling in short, quick gasps.

“I’ve gotta admit something though,” Harry said as he pulled away for a moment, looking at her puffed lips and blazing eyes. “You looked sexy in your veela form as well.”

Fleur grabbed his collar firmly and slammed her lips against his. Harry gave into the kiss and her demanding nature, furiously kissing her back. Her pussy kept rolling around on his lap, rubbing erotically over his hard-on, and Harry reached up, pushing his hands under her clothes and grabbing a hold of her naked arse.

“Lay down,” she instructed as she patted his chest twice in quick succession, and although slightly confused, Harry obliged. He lay on his back on the sofa as Fleur stood up and pulled her wand out. One flick rendered him naked and the other left her clad in nothing.

Their hungry eyes devoured each other, etching the naked forms of their lovers into their memories, and Harry’s eyes gleamed when Fleur stepped forward and swung a leg over him. His task became clear to him soon enough as he eagerly accepted her pussy right over his face.

Fleur moaned when she felt him start to eat her out. Her back arched hotly as she kept herself firmly on his face, enjoying the feeling of his tongue probing her lower lips. Her eyes fell on his manhood and with an eager grin, she reached forward and grabbed hold of it by the base. She grinned when she felt him lurch and the way his tongue intensified its movement around her quim.

“I’m leaving the main event for the right time, but this… this, I think we can enjoy,” she whispered and leaned toward his cock. Her lips puckered and she dropped a soft kiss on the head, giggling as it lurched again. “You seem to love me, mon amour.”

Harry’s hands were firmly holding her by her arse as he teased her folds with his tongue. He ran his tongue along the wet and slick lips before he reached forward, probing and parting her lips to expose her slit.

Fleur was kissing along the length of his cock when she gasped at the feeling of his tongue pushing against her slit. Her breathing was labored as she stroked his manhood furiously and felt him run his tongue over her slit.

She gazed at his length and gently fed it into her mouth. Harry’s toes clenched at the feeling of the incredible hotness of her mouth enveloping his cock. She slowly descended, taking more and more of his length inside her mouth, holding it by the base. She was more than halfway down when she paused, and slowly, she began to move her head up and down, blowing him off.

If the way his hands tightened their hold on her arse was any indication, she was doing a very good job indeed. It emboldened her further, and she enthusiastically sucked him off. She stroked his length with one hand as she sucked before her eyes fell on his balls.

Harry’s toes curled again as he felt her reach down and cup his balls. She gave a gentle squeeze as she sucked even more of his length, feeding it down her gullet. She could feel it inside her throat and slowly, she began to move.

The noise of her lewd gags filled the room illicitly, and Harry, eager to feed his entire length into her mouth, lifted his hips and thrust upward.

Fleur’s eyes bulged out in shock as she felt the entirety of his length plunge into her mouth. She remained still, forcing herself to breathe through her nose as she got used to the feeling of his massive length inside her throat.

Meanwhile, Harry was furiously lapping away at her wet and wanton snatch, sucking and licking eagerly as he kept himself lodged deep inside her throat. He groaned against her womanhood when he felt his cock sliding out before she plunged her mouth back onto it once again, taking his entire length inside her throat for the second time.

‘Merlin, she’s truly a veela if she’s already so fucking good!’ Harry could not help but think.

‘Oh! You and Fleur are having fun already?’ He heard Daphne’s voice in his mind.

‘But we didn’t feel the bond with Fleur. What happened, Harry?’ Valerie’s voice came next.

‘I’ll tell you two later. Right now, I’m kinda busy.’

He could feel their amusement through their link and Valerie was quick to respond.

‘Alright. We’re also kinda busy with a little event we’ve planned.’

‘Yeah? What kind?’

‘Oh, we’ll tell you when we get back. Enjoy your little session with the birdie for now,’ Valerie teased and Harry felt the link vanish once again.

‘Oh I’m enjoying it alright,’ he thought, pressing his lips against her clit and rolling his tongue around it.

“Merde!” Fleur howled, her mouth free of his dick, as she came, and Harry was taken by surprise. He felt her release all over his mouth and he let her, holding her shivering body firmly over himself.

Fleur shuddered and moaned, lying limp over him, as she felt the most intense orgasm of her life wash over her. Her eyes were half-open and unseeing as she felt herself get maneuvered into a more comfortable position.

Once her orgasm subsided and the shivers ended, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into his pulsating emerald orbs.

“Merde,” she whispered once again, and Harry chuckled.

“You taste awesome,” he remarked, enjoying the cute blush that overtook her face. She buried herself into his arms and curled up against him. Suddenly, she felt something bump her legs and discovered it was his erection.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she whispered. “You didn’t come.”

“It’s okay,” Harry replied with an assured smile.

“No, it’s not,” Fleur replied, and before Harry could say anything, she dropped to her knees in front of him with her face level with his cock.

“Fleur, it’s okay,” he tried again when his eyes widened. “Oh fuck!”

Harry groaned as he watched her straighten herself on her knees and mash her tits together around his cock. She smirked up at him and started to move her tits up and down, giving him a titty fuck right after that remarkable deepthroating.

“You just enjoy, mister,” she grinned and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock while moving her tits around his length, sending pleasurable thrills shooting through his entire being.

All Harry could do was sit comfortably and run his fingers through her lustrous silvery-blonde hair as he enjoyed her ministrations.

XXXXX

The door to the Slytherin Common Room slammed into the wall behind it as it opened violently. Several young students from first and second years who had been lounging around in the seating area of the common room hastily rose to their feet and rushed away at the first sight of Draco Malfoy’s enraged face.

It had been usual to see him in a foul mood, particularly since the humiliation he had faced at the hands of that slag.

‘I knew she was Potter’s fucking whore,’ he thought irately.

Everyone had seen Greengrass gallivanting about the castle with Potter and his mudblood slut, and there had been several reactions. While most of the students could not care less, there were those in Slytherin who were disgusted that one of their own was sullying herself with a blood traitor. None dared to voice their thoughts aloud though, fearing the thrashing they might receive at the hands of the witch herself, or her standing in the pureblood circles.

After all, even though her father was dead, House Greengrass commanded power in the Wizengamot.

Draco could not give a flying fuck about it though. He knew Greengrass loved to choke on Potter’s filthy cock like the slut she was, and he had outright called her out on it in front of the entire house. No one had backed him, and he had been vindicated mere days ago when she began hanging off that bastard’s other arm.

He knew what was up. The Black lordship that Potter had stolen from him gave him the right to keep two wives as his bedwarmers, and like the utter cunt he was, Potter had wasted no time. It also proved how shallow and characterless Greengrass was as well, as she wasted no time in getting down on her knees in front of Potter at the first sight of power and influence.

What irked Draco so much was that there had been no one in his entire house who had come up to him and accepted that he had been in the right. That he had hit the nail on its head and had said it as it was.

That Greengrass was a slut for Potter and that was the reason why she had been so eager to spread that gospel.

Not even Crabbe or Goyle, or even Pansy had remained by his side since that night, all having slowly distanced themselves from him. He did not care about it, but the loss of his two thugs and a warm cocksleeve surely was a bummer. That was the only use he could extract from them and apart from the latter, he didn’t think it was as much of a loss.

What enraged him the most though was the fact that he had been utterly decimated and humiliated by Potter’s slut in front of the entire house to the point that no one took him seriously anymore. His magical prowess which he prided himself on had been rendered worthless in the eyes of everyone, and any taint on his name was akin to throwing mud on the House of Malfoy. He could not have that.

“Damn those fuckers,” Draco seethed. “Damn them for humiliating me like that! They’ll pay for it. Greengrass, Potter, his mudblood bitch… they’ll all pay!”

His eyes darted around the empty common room and he briskly walked toward his room.

‘I’ll show those pricks! They’ll learn why you should never cross a Malfoy!’

He slammed the door to his room violently and made a beeline for his bed. He was sick of the usual taunting smirks he was subjected to from those fucking peasants. His head hurt and he needed to sleep well tonight if he wanted to start working on his plans from tomorrow onward.

Dinner was over a while ago and he knew the others would be arriving soon, but he was in no mood to look at their wretched faces. He changed into his nightclothes and in no time, he was fast asleep.

He was fast asleep until he wasn’t. A sudden chill enveloped him and his eyes opened blearily, struggling to focus. The room was dark and as he regained focus, he found he could make out nothing around him.

Suddenly, the bed rattled, and Draco cried out in alarm. He quickly shot upright, clutching the duvet against his chest. His wide eyes—panicked and frantic, darted around in a vain effort to discern anything around him.

“W-who’s there!?” He shouted in a high-pitched voice, trying and failing miserably at sounding confident. “S-show y-yours-self!”

There was nothing but an eerie silence around him as he kept moving his head from side to side.

“I a-asked w-who is it!?”

A melancholy tone sounded out, and Draco fell silent. Wide-eyed, he stared straight ahead as distant, mournful winds started whistling throughout the room, rattling the chandelier that hung above his head. He quickly looked up with fear etched on his face but could see nothing.

Suddenly, he cried out as he heard a mournful meowing, and the haunting call sent shivers down his spine. His breathing was ragged, coming out in short gasps, as he clutched the duvet as tightly as he could, his legs refusing to move.

It wasn’t long until he started hearing the dripping of water, monotonous and rhythmic, echoing in the empty room, which was soon joined by the inaudible whisperings—nothing more than hints of voices in the background. The sounds prickled the hairs on the back of his neck, further intensifying his heart rate.

If Draco thought this was enough, he was sorely mistaken. The sound of glass cracking reached his ears, terrifying him further. Additionally, he could hear a sound that was oddly similar to the scraping of nails on a metallic surface. The horrid screech made him shut his eyes firmly.

The meowing of that cat from earlier was no longer heard. Instead, he screamed when a maniacal, high-pitched laughter echoed around the room. It was a woman, and there was no way she could be sane.

He could hear his heartbeat—loud and pounding in his chest, emphasizing his sheer terror.

The ground lit up red right when he opened his eyes, and his breath hitched when he saw it was covered entirely in blood. He could hear it dripping, the droplets echoing in the eerie silence, when he heard the sounds of splashing... as if someone was walking through a river of what could only be blood.

“Aw, ickle baby Drakey-poo~”

The voice sent an icy chill through him. He had no fucking clue why it was. He had never heard that voice before, but something… perhaps his instinct, told him it was malicious, and he should fear it.

He wanted to shout, to question whoever it was, to lay into this person for terrorizing him like this, but no words came out of his mouth. His body had frozen in sheer fear and all he could do was stare straight ahead with wide eyes.

The ground lit up even more and he would have cried out shrilly if he could. Instead, his voice drowned in the face of his fear as he laid eyes on a familiar face.

He had seen her. In numerous photographs his mother kept of her family. In the photographs his father had shown him. He had felt dreadful when he had first laid eyes on her moving portrait, but it felt pale in comparison to the sheer terror coursing through his very being right now.

“A-A-A—” He tried to speak, but his voice gave away after each effort. All he could do was gasp breathlessly.

“Awww, you recognize me!” Bellatrix Lestrange cried out exuberantly, her face set into a wide, malicious grin. Her white, pasty skin glinted red and Draco could easily make out her rotten teeth. She looked positively hideous, and more terrifying than anything he had ever laid eyes on.

Her clothes had seen better days. It was a black dress that was tattered in places, with dried blood and other grim substances he could not identify gleaming on its fabric. Her nails were disgusting, looking as if they had been scraping off the hard ground for ages without any maintenance. She was thin, abnormally so, and it gave her such a gaunt demeanor that Draco could not help but think someone had simply hung a layer of rotting skin on a skeleton.

“Oh how I’ve missed you all!” Bellatrix grinned with malevolence. “My dear family~”

“Y-y-you’re d-d—”

“Deeeeaaaad?” Bellatrix asked, her voice dripping with evil amusement that further frightened him. “Is that what you’re asking, my dear nephew?”

Draco could only nod shakily as he made himself as smaller as possible. Only his head was visible, with the rest being hidden under the duvet.

“That’s what I should let them believe, right?” Bellatrix laughed. “No one will search for a dead woman. Oh Draco, I can’t say how happy I am to meet you! You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!”

Draco flinched as Bellatrix drew closer, now climbing on his bed. He folded his legs under himself, trying to establish as much distance between himself and this madwoman who had terrified him more than anyone else in his life. He shook violently, and he was already having trouble breathing.

“N-no… t-this isn’t true… y-you’re not here… y-you can’t be!”

“Awww, itty bitty baby Drakey~” Bellatrix cooed. “I remember your ponce of a father being a delusional prick, but I thought Cissy would keep it away from you. Guess I’ll be having a word with my dear sister after I’m done with you.”

Draco’s eyes, wide with fear, were trained straight at his aunt’s maniacal face. He couldn’t muster the courage to glance away. It felt as if an invisible force was forcing him to keep looking at her.

Suddenly, a loud chime sounded out, and Draco cried in alarm. He shivered and sobbed as Bellatrix laughed—a mad laugh that echoed around the room, further terrifying him.

In a corner hidden behind a disillusionment charm, Daphne had to work hard to keep her laughs at bay. This was more fun than Val and she had expected. The absolute state of that dumbass was so entertaining to witness, and she barely stifled her laughter when she flicked her wand once again, letting another haunting chime echo throughout the room.

It was terrifying, and it was torture. Both she and Val knew it was. But there were few who deserved such treatment more than the ponce curled up terrified on the bed.

She had the perfect view of everything that was going on. Val was grinning maniacally barely a foot from Draco’s face and the idiot was too terrified to even close his eyes. He had frozen up in fear, and she had to marvel at the plan her dear lover had concocted for teaching him a much-deserved lesson.

“Now, my dear nephew,” Bellatrix continued, her rotten teeth displayed in all their splendorous glory. “I hear there’s been trouble in the castle lately, particularly when it comes to my master’s rival, Harry Potter.”

Harry’s name seemed to light a flame under Draco’s arse as an emotion other than fear flickered in his eyes.

“Oh yes~” Bellatrix cooed. “I think I’m right. You hate him so much, don’t you, Drakey?”

Eyes wide and his entire body shaking, Draco succeeded in managing a small nod.

Bellatrix reached out and ran a long, rotten nail across his cheek, and this time, Draco’s eyes shut firmly. He shivered as she dragged the sharp nail down his cheekbone and straight to his earlobe before he grunted as she flicked it hard.

“Guess what, Drakey? I am gunning for him too!” Bellatrix grinned. “He killed my master, after all. And you know what that makes us, right?”

Draco’s mind slowly repeated her words and a flame of hope flickered inside him. Perhaps they had some common ground. Perhaps he was wrong to be so scared of her, of this whole situation. Perhaps he had found an ally—one capable enough to take care of his problem for good.

His eyes flickered open and he almost flinched at the proximity. His aunt was so close he could smell the blood and grime all over her, and as much as he wanted to retch and unload his entire meal on the floor, he somehow managed to hold everything in.

“Ah yes~” Bellatrix grinned. “Potter is mine, Drakey. And there is one thing I hate. I hate when people go after things that are mine.”

Once again, a foreboding feeling washed over Draco as he stared at his aunt with wide eyes.

“You better not go after what is mine, Drakey,” Bellatrix grinned ferally, her eyes glinting with murderous intent. “You won’t like it if you do.”

Draco watched his aunt lean back and get off the bed, and all he could do was stare. His body remained frozen in a curled-up state.

“Stay away from Potter and those around him, Drakey. And you better not do anything to disturb him or his people, you hear?” Bellatrix smirked. “I like to play with my food before I bite into it. So you better watch yourself from now on, got it?”

Draco couldn’t say or do anything but stare at her.

“I said GOT IT!?” Bellatrix snarled, her murderous eyes taking on a mad glint as they bulged in rage.

The moment she shouted, Draco almost jumped and let out a panicked cry. Barely a second later, he devolved into a crying and shivering mess as he nodded profusely.

“Good boy~” Bellatrix cooed, smirking. “Make sure you don’t tell about me to anyone else either. No one. I’m keeping things a secret. I can trust you with this, right?”

He nodded, still crying and sniffing. His entire body shook in fright as he buried his face in his pillow.

Bellatrix took one final glance at him before she let out a parting laugh. Draco buried his face even deeper into the pillow as the high-pitched manic laugh reverberated throughout the room, accompanied by the sound of falling droplets of blood and distant winds slithering into the room. His entire body was covered with goosebumps, less to do with the cold and more to do with his terror.

He had no idea when it had begun and when it ended, but the next time he caught his bearings, it was when he shot up from his bed with a terrified cry in the early hours of the morning.

Frantic, he looked around, but there was no hint of blood or who he had seen last night. Breathing heavily, he kept looking around until finally, he dropped on the bed once again. The moment his eyes closed, they jolted wide and he gasped as the face of his mad aunt — gaunt and pale, with that maniacal grin displaying her rotten teeth resurfaced in his mind.

All he was left to wonder was whether it had really happened or if it was nothing more than a horrid nightmare.

Whatever it might be, one thing was decided. There was no way he was stepping out of line now. Not after that.

To be continued…