Speak of the Devil (Ch. 9)(Exclusive)

Speak of the Devil

Chapter 9

After hearing Fleur’s tale about being attacked in Diagon Alley, and then hearing her husband get angry because she had gone out alone and unprotected, Hermione began experiencing the familiar feeling of stress slowly creeping into her. Hearing the couple argue afterward only made it worse. Everyone looked uncomfortable as the young, married couple ranted and shouted, causing each person to make excuses as to why they suddenly needed to be someplace else. Ron disappeared into his room while Ginny followed Neville into the back garden. Hermione went to her room for a bit of reading before dinner. Sitting at her desk, she grabbed her book and cracked it open. She quickly found herself unable to concentrate after reading the same paragraph over and over again. Sighing, she snapped the book shut and rubbed her eyes with the butts of her palms.

Hermione had always disliked seeing people argue. The worst was when her parents argued, but thankfully, that was a rare occurrence. Seeing Bill and Fleur angry and yelling had her stomach twisted into knots. Her appetite had been lost, and she could feel a slight headache forming right behind her eyes. Once again, her worrying problem had reared its ugly head. Her thoughts immediately went back to her meeting with Harry Potter. ‘Focus on the positives,’ he told her. That was easier said than done. She then remembered her talk with Ginny about how she dealt with stress. Hermione’s pale cheeks turned pink, and her face warmed. Could she really do that in a house full of people … in broad daylight? She was totally embarrassed just thinking about it, but then she began thinking about what Harry had done to her and how good it felt. She had felt completely relaxed for the rest of the night after he had left her. Maybe she should just try it once and see if it works, she told herself. Nervously, Hermione got up from the desk and walked over to her bed before remembering that anyone could just walk into her room. She then quickly went to the door and locked it. Going back to the bed, she kicked off her shoes and climbed on.

Lying still, it was a few minutes before she was able to calm her nerves enough to just go for it. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down over her hips. She pushed them down her thighs and pulled them from her feet. Folding them neatly, she dropped them on the floor at the side of her bed. Hermione took a deep breath and slid her hand between her legs. The area between her legs was very hot, and she could feel the heat radiating from the crotch of her white, cotton panties. Still feeling embarrassed, she closed her eyes hoping that would make her feel better. Her fingers touched her covered slit, and she began moving up and down over the length of herself. Only feeling a tiny bit of pleasure, she pressed down harder against her body, and the amount of pleasure increased, though not by much. For several minutes, her fingers dug into her flesh, massaging her most intimate area. Hermione opened her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. It wasn’t working. Biting her lower lip, she decided to take it further and nervously slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear. Her fingertips found her clit, and she rubbed circles around it, avoiding directly touching it. Her legs opened wider, and Hermione became more aggressive with her touching. There was pleasure for sure, but it was barely there. She wasn’t even wet. Thinking back to her brief moment with Harry, she recalled the pleasure being mindblowing, and after her orgasm had subsided, her panties had been completely soaked through. Feeling a little annoyed with herself, she started rubbing herself even harder, sliding her fingers between her soft lips. Being bone dry, it actually started to hurt. Hermione pulled her hand away and let it drop to the mattress. She honestly felt like crying. ‘I can’t do anything right,’ she told herself.

“If you require help, all you have to do is ask,” came an amused-sounding voice from her side. Her head snapped in the direction of the voice, and Hermione squealed in fright at seeing a man in her bed. After a second of gut-wrenching terror, Hermione saw it was Harry who was beside her, comfortably lying on his side and looking at her with sheer amusement. She sent him a wild look as her hand rested over her heaving chest.

“For the love of God, will you please stop sneaking into my room?!” she practically cackled over her rapidly beating heart. She could actually hear her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Then she remembered the state of her undress. Her legs snapped shut, hiding her panty-covered crotch from his view. Harry chuckled, which made her blush deeply.

“Why hide?” he asked, running his fingers down the length of her smooth thigh. “I’ve already seen you wearing less … much less,” he said. Hermione shuddered from the pleasure of having him touch her bare skin. It was so unfair that he could make her body feel that way when she couldn’t even do it herself, Hermione thought. Another part of her brain was telling her to just shut up and enjoy it. Hermione didn’t know which part of her brain to listen to, but it seemed that her body made the choice for her.

“Don’t remind me,” she said with a bit of heat in her voice that she really didn’t feel. A soft smirk formed on Harry’s lips, noticing that she didn’t remove his hand from her leg. He placed his entire palm on her thigh and slowly stroked her soft skin. Her body was so smooth and warm, Harry thought as he explored her supple skin. Pumping a bit of his power into her, Harry heard her breath hitch as her body began to squirm. She squeezed her thighs tightly and rubbed them together. “What are you doing here?” she asked, trying hard not to moan.

“I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, and I could feel your frustration,” he told her as he moved his hand to her other thigh. Again, Hermione didn’t protest. She looked at him with a glare.

“You’ve been spying on me?” she accused, looking none too pleased. Harry slid his free hand behind her back and began playing with the little hairs on the back of her neck. Hermione’s look of annoyance quickly faded as she mewled in pleasure.

“How else am I going to protect you?” he reminded her as he leaned in and brushed his lips against her cheek. “I don’t want anything bad happening to you after all. Just look at what happened to your friend, Fleur. Besides, I owe it to the Hermione from my world to keep you safe and happy … Don’t you think?”

“Oh, I … umm … Well, I guess that’s alright,” Hermione stuttered in embarrassment. Harry took the opportunity to move his hand up her body and under the bottom of her shirt. With his hand now resting on her belly, Harry tickled her belly button with his thumb, making her whimper.

“So … You’re giving me permission to take care of you?” Harry asked her while laying a few soft kisses along her jawline. Hermione’s eyes were closed, and she was furiously rubbing her thighs together. Without thinking, she hummed in pleasure and nodded.

“That’s good,” Harry said, moving his hand further up her belly until his fingers were brushing against the bottom of her bra. “I’ll make sure to fulfill your every need,” he promised. Realizing what he meant by that, Hermione’s eyes snapped open, and she opened her mouth to clarify a few things when he captured her open mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. As soon as his tongue touched hers, the orgasm that was already building in her lower half exploded violently. Hermione squealed loudly into his mouth, and her body bucked wildly. Her legs spread wide, and if someone had been watching on, they would have assumed that she peed herself. In reality, her dry panties suddenly became flooded with pussy juice as she squirted everywhere. The area of the mattress underneath her quickly became drenched.

Hermione was lightheaded from too much pleasure, and her brain had almost completely shut down. Her body was acting on instincts alone. She pressed her lips harder against his and tried to deepen the kiss further. Her back arched as his fingers slipped underneath her bra, and his hand cupped her breast. Every time his thumb flicked against her hard nipple, her orgasm spiked exponentially. She could vaguely feel her pussy fluttering while trying to milk a cock that wasn’t present. Her lower half was soaking wet, and the entire room smelled of her arousal. However, Hermione wasn’t thinking about any of that. If she had, she would have been mortified, but the only thing that crossed her mind at that moment was how she could get Harry to make her feel this way again. When she got her first taste of the enchanting pleasure that only he could bring, it was all she could think about. Now that she felt it again, she never wanted to be without it. If she had been thinking properly, she likely would have made a dozen excuses for why it was a bad idea. Harry was a cold-blooded killer, she was too young to be acting in such a way, sex should be saved for someone you love … There were a thousand reasons she probably could have come up with, but they all fell short after experiencing his mind-numbing orgasms.

She then felt his hand leave her breasts and move down her belly. His hand didn’t stop there. It slid into her panties where his fingers found her cumming pussy. Instead of just stroking her slit like she thought he would, two of his fingers slipped between her lips and penetrated her. Instantly, her pussy tightened around them, squeezing and massaging them. Hermione’s eyes bulged out as her orgasm hit new heights. She squealed into his mouth and pulled away, breaking the kiss. Screaming loudly, Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth, afraid that everyone had heard her.

“Don’t worry, Hermione,” Harry teased her. “No one can hear you scream,” he joked as his fingers pistoned in and out of her, creating a perverse squelching sound from her wet pussy. Hermione’s back bowed, and her mouth was open in a silent scream as her pussy sucked on his fingers. When he started massaging her swollen clit with his thumb, it was too much for the poor girl. Hermione’s body thrashed violently as a stream of girl cum sprayed out of her and hit the crotch of her underwear. Juices were leaking out of her ruined panties, covering the bed with her womanly scent. Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much pleasure. She reached down and gripped his forearm tightly, trying to pull his hand away from her, but he was too strong. His fingers began vibrating while he rubbed circles around her clit.

“Harry! Please … I can’t …” she cried out, pleading. She was on the verge of passing out. Harry kissed the side of her neck, making her shudder.

“I’ll be back tonight at ten. I want you in this bed, fully nude. Understand?” he asked, sucking on her overheated skin. Hermione nodded rapidly. “Say it,” he ordered.

“I’ll be in bed … naked! I promise!” she squeaked as her pussy contracted around his fingers. Harry’s fingers suddenly stopped vibrating, and she shuddered one last time as he pulled them from inside of her. He gave her clit one last flick from his thumb which made her body buck. He pulled his hand from inside of her panties and cupped her soaking wet crotch possessively.

“Good girl,” he praised her, kissing up her jaw until he found her lips again. Hermione lay there letting him do whatever he wanted. She had no energy left. “I’ll be back soon,” he told her before giving her pussy one last squeeze. Hermione cried out as her orgasm flared again. Her thighs squeezed his hand as they snapped together. Suddenly, Harry was gone. Hermione shakily sat up and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down between her legs, she found that both the bed and her panties were completely dry and clean. Hermione flopped back onto the bed, blowing a thin bundle of hair away from her lips. Her face was red and sweaty, and she felt exhausted. However, her body felt incredible. It was like she didn’t have a care in the world. In fact, she was so relaxed that she quickly fell asleep and enjoyed a short nap.

Harry immediately went to check on Fleur and smiled when he found her still arguing with her husband in the privacy of their room. Of course, they couldn’t see him watching.

“Do not tell me what to do! I am a grown woman,” she raved. “And I can take care of myself!” Fleur was pacing back and forth, her long, silvery hair bouncing with every determined step. Bill was shooting her a glare.

“If you’re a grown woman then you need to start acting like one!” he told her with some force. “Sneaking out when no one is watching is something an immature child would do.”

The anger rolling off of them was delectable, Harry thought. He flared his demonly aura and fueled their outrage.

“You call me immature?!” she screeched in disbelief. “You’re the one who still ‘as ‘is pornographic magazine collection ‘idden as if I would not find it! You cannot even satisfy your wife, and yet you still keep that disgusting trash!” she blurted out. Bill’s face turned red with anger.

“How can anyone satisfy an insatiable slut like you?! We all know what Veela are like!” Bill countered. Fleur looked as though she had been slapped in the face.

“What Veela are like?” she hissed dangerously. “It sounds like someone ‘as been listening to the tales of ‘is dear, old mummy again. Tell me, Bill, what rumors ‘as that old battleaxe been spreading this time?” she asked, placing her trembling hands on her wide hips.

“From what I can see now … the truth,” he spat.

“ ‘Ow dare you say something like that?!” she hissed dangerously, her eyes alight with rage. “And what does that dull cow know about passion? Huh? All that frumpy ‘ousewife is good for is being a broodmare,” Fleur shot back. Bill’s face twisted in anger, and his hands curled into fists while trembling.

“Don’t talk about my mum like that!” he yelled at her, taking a menacing step forward, but Fleur didn’t back down. Harry lowered his aura, not wanting things to get out of hand. Bill took a calming breath, but he was still clearly very angry with his wife. “My mum is a lovely woman, and I won’t have you speaking negatively about her,” he stated with finality. Fleur snorted.

“She is a controlling woman who wants nothing more than to ‘ave ‘er baby boy Bill still suckling at ‘er teat. If that is where you want to be, then go … I won’t stop you,” she said, pointing toward the door. Bill was glaring harder than ever.

“Get out before I do something we’ll both regret,” he threatened as his body shook with rage. Fleur flipped her hair and turned her back to him.

“Gladly. I cannot spend another minute looking at you,” she sniffed before opening the door, walking through, and slamming it behind her. Bill sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and rubbed his face with his hands while groaning. Meanwhile, Fleur stomped through the house and exited into the back garden where she apparated away. Harry chuckled and followed her.

Fleur appeared back at her family home in France, which was, by that point, practically abandoned. The Dark Lord’s scourge had spread into France, making it nearly as dangerous as living in England. As such, Fleur and her family had temporarily moved into Grimmauld Place after their home had been attacked in a Death Eater raid. As Harry watched Fleur stomp through the front yard, he could see that pieces of the white, stone walls belonging to the lovely chateau had been torn away. Other places in the walls were blackened and pockmarked from spell fire. The only Delacour that was unaccounted for was her younger sister, Gabrielle. During the school year, Gabrielle attended Beauxbatons and was relatively safe. During the summer, she had gone to stay with her mother’s family in another country where the darkness had yet to spread.

Up the stone path, she walked, reaching the door and slipping inside. Harry simply phased through the door as though it wasn’t even there. She was angrily muttering to herself as she made her way up the ornate staircase and down the hall. Finally reaching her room, she threw the door open, not bothering to close it behind her. Fleur went to her bed and flopped onto it, covering her face with her hands. He could see her shoulders shaking, indicating that she was crying. His assessment was proven true when she took her hands away from her face and wiped her eyes. She sniffled and grabbed the box of tissues that was sitting on her nightstand. She pulled one out and discovered that that was the last one. She cursed and threw the empty box across the room. Dabbing her wet eyes, she sniffled while muttering curses under her breath.

“ … thinks he can talk to me that way …” she muttered in French. “I hate that insufferable Molly Weasley …” she told the empty room before letting out a few more sad cries. By then, her last tissue was soggy and ripping apart, leaving little patches of wet tissue on her upper cheeks. Harry decided to make his presence known.

“Here you go,” Harry suddenly said, appearing by her bed holding a new box of tissues. Fleur squealed loudly at being taken off guard. She shot up into a sitting position and turned her head in his direction. When she saw that it was him, she sighed and placed a hand over her chest.

“You frightened me!” she reprimanded him in French. Harry smiled and responded in her native language.

“Sorry,” he apologized, even though he wasn’t sorry at all. He was very happy with how things had turned out. “I arrived at Grimmauld Place just as you were leaving. I saw that you were upset, and I wanted to check on you and make sure you’re okay,” Harry lied. “You’ve got a bit of tissue on your cheeks,” he distracted her. He used his thumbs to gently wipe away the little pieces of tissue from her damp skin while holding her face in his hands. He intentionally tickled the delicate skin behind her ears as he did, though he made it look accidental. Fleur’s face, which was already pink from crying, turned even pinker as she blushed from the intimate action.

“Merci, ‘Arry,” she thanked him. Harry removed his hands and kindly smiled at her.

“So what’s got you so upset?” he asked her, already knowing the answer. Fleur was a bit hesitant to share information about her personal life at first, but once she began talking, she wouldn’t stop.

“Bill doesn’t respect me as a woman. He thinks that I’m some delicate piece of artwork that needs to be stored away and protected. He doesn’t realize that I’m a very capable witch who can handle themselves,” she ranted.

“You certainly shouldn’t have to ask permission just to step out of the house,” Harry agreed with her. Does he ask for permission when he leaves?”

“He certainly does not!” Fleur sniffed angrily. “He can go out and do whatever he wants while I’m supposed to stay at home and learn to cook …”

“Just like his mother,” Harry finished, hiding his smirk. Fleur’s eyes went wide.

“Yes! You are absolutely right, ‘Arry! Bill is trying to turn me into his mother,” she realized. Fleur shuddered at the thought.

“I suppose there’s nothing inherently wrong with staying at home and popping out ten kids,” Harry egged her on. “If that’s what you want, of course.” Fleur shook her head.

“Eventually having a child is fine. I would like to have one in the future,” she assured him. “But I don’t want that to be my whole life. There is so much of the world I have yet to see.”

“The world is indeed full of adventures … so why not experience them while you’re still young?” Harry asked. Fleur sighed.

“I don’t want to go back there … Not right now,” she stated sadly.

“Then don’t,” Harry told her.

“As much as I love this house, it isn’t secure right now. The wards have been destroyed, and anyone could just walk in,” she told him. Harry gently touched her chin and tilted her head up. Her deep, blue eyes were looking directly into his.

“As long as I’m around, I won’t let anyone touch you,” he promised her. Fleur blushed madly again, and her cheeks began to heat up. “You can stay here as long as you desire. I’ll place my own wards around the property so only you and your family may enter.”

“You will?” she asked quietly. Harry nodded kindly. “I’ll even fix the damage done during the raid.”

“You are very kind,” she told him, staring into his eyes and feeling a little flustered.

“That’s just the kind of guy I am,” he said, shooting her a handsome smile that made her blush even harder.