The Veela Lord
SilverFalcon0000
Summary:
Gideon Delacour, Fleur's younger brother, is about to reach his fourteen and a half birthday, meaning he will reach sexual maturity, and being a Veela, the future Lord Delacour ends up sleeping with basically every hot female he lays eyes on. Including his own mother and older sister. And when Gideon discovers that he's the heir to a powerful throne, he ends up with more women than he bargained for, but not more than he can handle! And the division between James and Lily becomes so wide, Lily might just turn to her godson, Gideon, to fill James' place in her life.
Notes:
This work contains STRONG themes of incest.
Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - House Delacour
My name is Gideon Delacour. I'm actually a transfer to Hogwarts this year, and I'm also a Veela.
Tomorrow is my fourteenth and a half birthday. For Veela men, that's when they become able to have children as well as start really thinking about mating and breeding. Veela women don't hit maturity until fifteen, and fortunately my hot older sister, Fleur, is seventeen. All the women in my family are incredibly hot, actually. Well, on my mom's side of the family. My mom, Apolline Delacour, probably the most gorgeous MILF you've ever seen, is a half-Veela. Obviously, she's damn sexy, and Fleur definitely inherited a lot of that.
I have the same silver-blond hair as my mom and sisters. Oh, I also have an eight year old sister named Gabrielle, who's currently at summer camp.
I live in France, about an hour from the Atlantic, and I'll be going to school over in Britain. See, being a Veela man means I need certain sexual expressions, or will need, and Beauxbatons is too protected against Veela. So, I'm going to Hogwarts, where they don't know I'm a Veela, and hopefully they have some pretty girls. Speaking of pretty girls, Fleur's best friend is this gorgeous Spanish girl named Elena. Elena's always hanging around the house, and she's such a tease, with her long, coppery tanned legs, and her perky tits... and I'm getting distracted. Whoops.
So, anyways, I got out of bed and went downstairs where my mom was cooking breakfast in a tight tank top and black leggings. She was a vision. Her wavy silver hair cascades down her shoulders. She's pretty short, but has incredible curves, with a sexy hourglass body, and big E cup tits, the biggest I've ever seen. She has thick hips and a generous ass, though I'm more of a tits guy. Mom beams at me as I walk into the kitchen, and I wrap her in a tight hug, and she returns it lovingly. Feeling her tits against my chest was incredible, and the slight flush in her cheeks indicated that Mom get my erection as we hugged, but I made no motion to move.
She squeezes me one last time before pulling back before she burns the bacon.
"So, honey. Lily called. She, Harry, and McKenzie are coming later today for your birthday." Mom grins, and I smile wide. Lily Potter was my godmother, as she and Mom were best friends. Harry and McKenzie Potter are her eldest twin children, and I'm actually betrothed to McKenzie, though everyone calls her Kenzie. Me and Kenzie have been actively dating since we turned twelve, so almost two and a half years. Harry kept trying to get with Elena, but much to my pleasure, the gorgeous Spanish girl resisted. I suspected it was because she was invested in me, or maybe that's just my desperate hope.
The front door opens, and Fleur walks in from her morning run. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and her hair falls down in a mess, but she looks just as beautiful as Mom, in a sports bra that accentuates her D cup tits, and booty shorts that show off Fleur's incredible ass. She wasn't quite as curvy as Mom, but had incredible assets. Fleur winks slyly at me as she sees me watching her sexy body move. Fleur purposefully gives me a tight hug, and my hands roam her smooth back, and my hot sister's lips meet your ear.
"Such a perv." Fleur growls huskily. I grunt and squeeze Fleur tightly, and she gasps a little as my mouth brushes her jaw. She pushes back, and grins.
"I'm going to go shower." she announces, and Mom grabs my hand as Fleur heads up the stairs. Mom pulls me closer, and uses being too short as an excuse for me to steady her on the stepladder, my hands resting carefully on her incredible hips. Considering we're Veela, we can't actually do anything until I hit sexual maturity, but Mom was very clearly into me, as she always has me put my hands on her body in some way, under false innocent pretenses.
"All good, Mom?" I ask as she steps down, and I don't move my hands off her thick hips. Mom wiggles her hips teasingly, and I gasp as her hand brushes my rock hard cock. She gasps, and then beams.
"Yep." Mom retorts carelessly, and grins back at me, "Now go, you naughty boy. I've got to make breakfast.". You kiss her cheek and walk into the living room.
Chapter 2 - Arrival
The day goes on without much anything. Fleur, recovered from her run, does take the time to talk with me about Hogwarts. For some reason she can't tell me, she says she'll be there to help. Fleur and I have always been really close. Once she turned fifteen, and became sexually active, she tried to sneak it with me, but Mom put a stop to that. Fleur was still a virgin, as far as I know, but I suspect that she masturbates quite frequently.
"Gideon! Fleur! The Potters are here!" Mom calls from the study, and I grin at Fleur. She smiles warmly, and I get up to get the door. I open it to reveal my incredibly gorgeous godmother standing there, flanked by two teenagers who looked nothing alike. Lily Potter, a curvy redhead MILF with an hourglass body and full DD cups, along with hips thicker than Mom's, hugs me tightly. She then steps past me and hugs Mom, as Kenzie steps forward.
Kenzie has the same red hair as Lily, but James' hazel eyes. I study my betrothed's body, noting her perky C cups and the slight curve to her hips. She was only thirteen, and didn't have the advantage of Veela blood to develop her body quicker, like Fleur did, and she was damn beautiful, so her minimal curves weren't a big issue. Grinning, Kenzie kisses me quickly before darting into the house before Harry gets upset with her. Harry extends his hand in a handshake, which I return. He and I go out and grab Kenzie's numerous luggage, along with Lily's slightly less expansive luggage, then Harry grabs his own single suitcase and brings it inside.
Both Kenzie and Lily beam at me as I drag in their luggage. Seeing the loving look in Lily's vibrant green eyes makes my cock stir, especially after she kisses my cheek, awfully close to my lips. Kenzie does come up and kiss me full on the lips, for longer than last time. She hooks her fingers in my jeans, and her soft mouth gently rests over mine, and her lips taste like strawberries, which I enjoy.
Giggling, Kenzie leads me to the couch, where I sit between Fleur and Kenzie. Harry was trying to chat up Fleur, but my hot sister was having none of it. Lily and Mom sit across from us, and Lily studies Kenzie intensely, who'd cuddled against my side, my arm draped across her toned body. Fleur's and my hands were laced and laying in the small space between our legs.
"So. What's the plan for tomorrow, stud?" Lily teases, and Fleur giggles softly as she notes my cock twitch.
"I don't really know. Probably go swimming." I shrug.
"Ooh. I do have a new bathing suit I want to try out." Lily remarks, and dreams of Lily Potter in a small bikini drive me wild, and I try to shift position subtly, but Fleur casually rests a hand on my thigh, and I glare at her, but she smiles back with the picture of innocence.
"Sounds fun. Is Elena coming?" Harry asks. The hot Spanish girl in a bikini? Hell yeah!
"I think so." I shrug.
"So. Hogwarts this year, huh?" Lily says, an echo of a grin on her pretty face.
"Yep." I nod.
"I teach Muggle Studies there, you know." Lily says, and I make a mental note to sign up for that class.
"Sounds fascinating." I say seriously, and Lily smiles widely.
"Finally, someone else who likes to learn about other cultures!" Lily laughs, a musical sound that makes me incredibly happy. Fleur starts absently running her finger down my thigh, and I twitch a little, but she barely notices.
"I'd also recommend Astronomy with Aurora, er, Professor Sinistra." Lily adds.
"Or Professor Walters. She teaches Defensive Magic, and she is-, uh, a great teacher!" Harry says, stumbling a little as Lily shoots him a death glare. Mom smiles at me coyly. Obviously, Mom has picked out the hot teachers and is trying to get me set up with a release source for my Veela extracurriculars.
Chapter 3 - Awakening
Notes:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMONS
I sigh as I settle in for my last night as an immature Veela. Tomorrow, I come into my power as Lord Delacour, replacing my father, who spends too much time at work, and Mom's only still married to him so that I would stay legal heir of the Delacour lineage. Thoughts of the power of being Lord Delacour fill my dreams as I drift off into a world of dreams, many involving gorgeous women.
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June 11th, 1994
I wake up to the sweetest scent imaginable. It fills my nose and I eagerly breathe it in, and then the source of the scent walks into my room. It's my mom! Apolline Delacour stands in my doorway, beaming. She walks over to the bed and cuddles up beside me. Her intoxicating scent washes over me even stronger, and something inside of my chest awakens. I dominantly capture my mother's soft lips in a fiery kiss, one that sears with intense passion.
Mom's hands find my neck, and she pulls herself against me tightly, kissing harder as I slide my hands up her shirt. I take the time to carefully caress her toned stomach and smooth back, before my hands find her incredible E cup bust. At this point, her lips are incredibly sloppily kissing mine, and I take dominance over the kiss, flipping so I straddle her thick hips and continue to grope her tits as she gasps and moans into my lips.
Her hands squeeze my muscled forearms as my hands start rubbing her nipples. Suddenly, her hips buck, and I pull back from the kiss, grinning. Mom's flushed with lust, and her eyes sparkle with desire.
"Baby..." Mom purrs, and my lips meet hers again, before they trace kisses down her jaw and down her neck, before they reach the top of her cleavage, which was visible in her tight T-shirt. I easily tear it to shreds with my Veela strength and she gasps as the cold air kisses her body. I grin at her as her nipples become hard beneath my thumbs. She shivers as I lean down and kiss her stomach, right below her belly button.
"Like that?" I ask, and Mom's pleasured gasp tells me everything as I reluctantly pull my hands out of her bra and slide them down her stomach before I unhook her jeans, and she shudders as I 'accidentally' brush her panties with my thumb. Tossing aside the jeans, I stare down at my mother, who's wearing only her lacy black lingerie, and I'm almost positive my idiot father never saw her in this. Mom grabs my shirt and pulls me close, and I hug her tightly as we kiss, and I fumble with her bra strap. Mom laughs gently against my mouth, and she places her hands on mine, guiding them to unhook the bra.
As her bra fell away, I gape at her tits. They have big, hard nipples drawing my focus, and they themselves are incredible, true wonders of nature. Mom blushes as I intensely stare at her exposed flesh. You lunge at her, and start eagerly suckling on her nipples. Groaning, Mom strokes my head and yells encouragements as she reaches to my nightstand and grabs my wand. She touches the tip of it to each nipple, and I gasp as milk starts squirting out of it, and her breasts swell with milk, and I eagerly attack her lactating nipples, and watch Mom scream and moan.
As a Veela, I can send intense pleasure signals to any woman I feel like by skin to skin contact. As my hands grip her hips, I start sending pleasure through her perfect body, and watch in glee as her screams get louder and huskier, and her hips arch and twist in my grip, before they slump, and a wonderful liquid squirts all over my hands. Mom's hair is a mess, and she's gasping and panting, but with her cum on my hands, and her milk in my mouth, she's never looked hotter.
"All the way?" I ask, kissing her lips softly. Wordlessly, she nods. I grin and slide her panties down her legs. Her beautiful pussy is drenched with her juices, and she flushes darker than ever as I pull down my pajama pants. I hurriedly pull out my cock. Ten solid inches of throbbing meat, and Mom gasps loudly as I slide it inside her. Her heavy pants make me feel wonderful as her walls contract around my thick cock, and I start pounding into her, and her nails dig into my back as I do so, and her screams fill the quiet morning air, as I explode inside her.
Looks like my stamina's not quite there yet. I collapse on top of my mother, and she starts rubbing my back, cooing and I realize that I probably just created an heir, but in my sexy mother's embrace, smelling her sweet scent, I don't give a damn.
Chapter 4 - Lordship
About an hour later, Mom's freshened up, wearing new clothes and her hair is no longer a sweaty, tangled mess, it now cascades in pretty waves down to just below her tits, which are still much bigger due to her lactation spell. I've dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and my wand is in my pocket.
"Ready to go? We have to hit Gringotts to formally recognize your titles and then the rest of the day is yours to control." Mom smiles, and I kiss her gently as we lace hands.
"Diagon Alley!" Mom exclaims and pulls me through the fireplace and we emerge in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Mistress Delacour!" Tom grins. Mom smiles coyly and nods as the two of us walk out into the alley.
"What was that?" I ask. Mom blushes.
"Tom and I got into some trouble when I was about fifteen. I was aimlessly sexually mature, and he was a very willing assistant." Mom confesses, leaning her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her hips, and she snuggles up against me.
Inside Gringotts, a goblin quickly ushers us into a conference room.
"Mistress Delacour, and ah, the new Lord Delacour." a new goblin says, walking in with a file.
"Yep. We're here to officialize his lordship." Mom says, and beams at me.
"I see. My name is Ragnor. I've worked with the Delacours for quite a while. For instance, are you aware that you're Avery Delacour's second wife?" the goblin grins. Mom looks shocked.
"I am? Who was the first?" she asks. Ragnor looks at her intensely.
"Emma Greengrass. The two never reproduced, but there was a rumor that Mistress Greengrass actually slept with Avery's brother." Ragnor smirks. Mom looks furious, but I lay my hand over hers.
"So. Lord Delacour entails a specific will from both Mistress Delacour's father and mother, along with Avery Delacour's father." Ragnor says and hands me a document.
To the eldest or most suitable son of my beloved Apolline,
You are probably a very powerful wizard, due to Apolline's obvious endowments. You're almost certainly a Veela, and as such, I have an important title for you.
I was the ruler of a secret society of Veela which has since disbanded, but my bloodline still carries weight. As such, I leave you the mantle of Lord Veela, as well as Lover's Glen, which is located just north of my ancestral home. Apolline knows the location of the ancestral home.
Another thing. Please take care of my wife and two daughters. One is your mother, Apolline, the other is named Brie, and she lives with her son in Wales. My wife is named Sierra, and is currently in hiding at the ancestral home. She is much too sought after by horny men.
Lord Delacour and Lord Veela,
Thank you for taking care of my family.
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To the Lord Delacour,
I leave you the properties entitled to the Delacour ruler, as well as Narcissa Black and Emma Greengrass, two sexy teen girls who gave me the night of my life. Both are contractually sworn to the Lords of House Delacour, excluding my idiot son. And there's some fun stuff in the attic, labeled 'History of Magic'
I also leave you the Crown of Rubies, which is my wife's favorite circlet, and is the ceremonial gift to your Lady Delacour.
Enjoy!
- Arnold Delacour
I look up at Ragnor.
"What the contract fails to include is that House Clearwater, your mother's house, also comes with a servant, a house elf named Devin." Ragnor adds. Mom nods, and I hand the contract back to Ragnor.
"And the two women in House Delacour are still under your possession, whenever you're ready. And both women do have luscious daughters now." Ragnor says, licking his lips with a dark look at Mom's sexy body. I wrap an arm around her possessively, and she leans against me.
"Ok. And what of the woman in hiding?" I ask carefully.
"Still there." Ragnor nods. Ragnor then pulls out a ring box and a sheet of parchment. I open the ring box to see the Delacour ring glimmering, with a secondary gold band to signify my title of Lord Clearwater. I put on the ring and sign my name on the parchment, and Mom kisses me for a long time, purring softly.
"My lord." she purrs, and I laugh. Standing, we leave Gringotts, and Floo back to the Delacour Manor. I go upstairs once we get there and look for the album, and I find one of an older man, with a busty blond under one arm, and a curvaceous and equally busty blond on the other. The simply busty blond is Narcissa Malfoy, and the other is Emma Greengrass, both dressed skimpily. The older man has a hand down Emma's pants and one up Narcissa's shirt. Both girls are beaming at the camera, and it's a Muggle photo, surprisingly.
Looking at these two incredible teens, it made me ache to see their daughters and even them, both probably gorgeous MILFs. I find another photo of Emma, in just lingerie, eagerly posing for the camera, yet another Muggle photo. Another shows a cum-covered Narcissa while Emma is licking it off her tits. Groaning, I put away the box of photos before I cum.
Chapter 5 - Quidditch
The next few weeks pass. Fleur is engrossed in whatever secret she has regarding the school year, Gabrielle has a swim meet, which Mom is stuck sending her back and forth in, and so I spend a lot of time with the Potters. So it's not too much of a surprise when a little bit after his birthday, towards the end of summer, Harry invites me to the Quidditch World Final.
Obviously, I agree, as there's nothing better to do anyway. Which brings us to the present, where Kenzie and I are kissing in the backseat of the car while Harry and James discuss Quidditch strategies and Lily reads a novel.
"So, Gideon. If you could kindly let my daughter breathe, have you ever been to a Quidditch event?" James asks.
"I don't think so. My dad spent all of his time working, and now he's out on his ass, all the money he's made in my bank vault." I shrug. Lily snorts.
"Do you understand the rules?" James asks, and I nod.
"One thing I don't understand is why we can't just Floo." Kenzie moans.
"Because we have to meet up with the Weasleys at the Portkey. And there's no fireplace relative." James grunts. Kenzie sighs and snuggles up against me, my arm draped over her hips. The red headed Potter drifted off with her head in my lap, and I stroke her back gently as she sleeps. Within the next hour, James pulls to a stop in the middle of nowhere, and all of the Potters and I get out. I throw my backpack over my shoulder and take Lily's as well, and then I carry the girls' suitcase. Both Kenzie and Lily give me a deep grateful kiss for carrying their stuff.
James doesn't notice, and Lily's hand keeps brushing mine as we walk. Kenzie and Harry are up ahead chatting. Soon, we emerge into a clearing where a gaggle of gingers sit around a boot. Among them is also a pretty brunette with curly hair and an overpoweringly fertile scent. Her assets aren't that big, but she's obviously incredibly fertile, to have that much scent.
Harry pulls me over to the pretty girl and a ginger about our age.
"Guys, this is Gideon Delacour. Gideon, this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." Harry says. I nod and shake Ron's hand, before a ginger girl skips up and tries to ferry Harry away, but he pulls away, and plops beside Ron, as I sit beside Hermione.
"2 minutes to Portkey!" the eldest of the gingers calls, and everyone grabs stuff at random. I end up with Lily and Hermione's backpacks, while Harry has mhbackpack, and Kenzie and Lily's suitcase. Hermione and Kenzie take my hands, and then Hermione links up with the older ginger man, and Kenzie ends up beside James.
"Go!" the man yells, and suddenly everything is spinning. Kenzie's hand whips out of mine, and Hermione hangs onto my hand for dear life. Then suddenly we all land roughly in a field. I have Hermione on top of me, and she blushes furiously and clamors off. I laugh as Kenzie helps me up and possessively kisses me, with a quick glare at Hermione. We gather our stuff, and the older ginger (Arthur, I'd later learn) and James go to check in. They lead us to a nice patch of grass, and the large crowd sets up three tents.
The largest of the three houses the male Weasleys, while the second smallest houses Hermione, Kenzie, Lily, and the ginger girl. The third is shared between me, Harry, and James. After all of our stuff is put away, we all congregate by the fire pit and make plans.
"So, the game's not until 10. Does anybody have plans for tonight?" Arthur asks.
"Yes." a glasses-wearing ginger proclaims.
"Ok! Percy, bye." Arthur says and the boy, Percy, hurries off.
"Uh, me, Gideon, Ron, and maybe Hermione can go check out the gift shop and maybe watch the teams practice?" Harry shrugs. Ron grins and claps Harry on the back. Arthur nods, and the four mentioned names stand up and Harry leads us off of the campground and into the more touristy area.
We do soon wind up at the gift shop, and as I'm poking around, I see something that makes me grin. A gorgeous blond woman with piercing green eyes, and large tits, complimented by some nice curves in her hips. I recognize her, standing in front of me is Emma Greengrass, the woman I OWN. I casually scan the shop for any similar looking people, but don't see any, and casually approach Emma, subtly showing off my Delacour ring, and she gasps.
"Nooo." she begs, and I look at her.
"You're him, aren't you? The man who owns me? My family doesn't know. They're in this shop. Please don't let them know." Emma begs. I kiss the top of her cleavage poking out of her shirt, and she shudders, and then I turn and walk away, vowing to find her later. Ooh, maybe Narcissa is here, too. I bump into Hermione, who's frowning at her very empty money bag, and holding a book and some binoculars. I grab both items from her hands, ignoring her protests, and go up to the register and buy both for her, and then return to her, and watch her gape as I hand her the bag with her items inside. I place a soft kiss to her cheek, and she blushes as I look around the shop some more, locking eyes with a blushing Emma Greengrass a couple times.
After we leave, it's almost eight, and Hermione has several books in a bag, and a pair of binoculars around her neck. Ron has a Viktor Krum bobblehead and binoculars. Harry has just the binoculars. I'm sporting a pair of binoculars and have a tight fitting shirt for Kenzie over my shoulder. We do bump into her and the ginger, named Ginny, and I give her the shirt. Harry looks pissed, but Kenzie kisses me and she runs off to try it on.
Coincidently, we end up seated beside the Greengrasses, and Emma keeps looking over at me as most of us go to the railing to watch better. Kenzie stands between my arms and between me and the railing, so she's kind of bent under me. Hermione is fairly close on my left, while a jubilant Ron screams at the match on my right. I chuckle, and kiss Kenzie on the back of the neck, under her flaming red hair, which tickles my chin as both of us watch the game.
Fred and George, two Weasley twins, start up a major betting pool, and Ron keeps adding more money as he slips firewhiskey from James, much to Lily's anger, and soon, the Weasley boy is drunk off his ass, stumbling around, and whooping at the Bulgarian Veela mascots. James' eyes are fixated on the Veela, who are a pretty well-endowed mix, and one Veela sports a very revealing scarlet outfit, a tall, leggy raven haired goddess, who's getting many admirations from fans. James joins in throwing Galleons at her, and she elegantly flicks her wand, and they all make suggestive images in the air, until Security rushes over to shut that down.
Soon, Ginny and Kenzie are also drunk, and currently the drunken Potter is riding on my back, while Ginny stumbles alongside Ron, while Arthur keeps pushing them forwards. Lily is furious at James, but I watch him slip off into the night. I sigh and carry Kenzie back to the camp, where Lily takes her into care, then I slip off after James, and find him at the Veela Strippers Inc. tent. I walk up beside him, and find him mooning over the hostess, an African Veela with incredible curves.
"Do you just wait?" I ask, and he jumps a little.
"Well, it's by invitation only." James shrugs. I grin.
"If I can get us in, I want a prize." I say, and James scoffs.
"Fine. You get us in, I'll give you... er, 100 Galleons." James shrugs. I nod. He grins, and we shake hands, before I stride up lazily to the hostess' desks. The sexy hostess appraises me.
"Invitation?" she asks. I hold up my hand, and she gasps at the golden line accentuating it, showing off my Veela lordship. She gulps.
"How many in your party?" she says hurriedly.
"Two." I say, and call James over. The woman waves us inside with VIP passes, and James gawks at the waitresses, who are in tight shirts and short skirts, and being all Veela, they have immense busts and curvy bodies. We're quickly ushered to a table and sit down. James wordlessly hands me a money bag with somewhat close to a hundred Galleons, but I don't really check. At that moment, the raven haired beauty from the match walks out in slutty clothes and is waved over to our table by the hostess. James hands me a couple more Galleons, and I grin as the raven haired Veela kisses me full on the lips, her hand slipping up my shirt, and feeling up my chest.
"I'm Selena. I'll be your Veela tonight." she purrs, and kisses me again, before a very busty waitress shows up, introduces herself as Abigail, and I use James' Galleons to buy us both firewhiskeys, and note how James is watching Selena's every slow and seductive movement, and honestly, I was too, and Selena notices, shooting me a wink. When Abigail gets back, she kisses me too, and I feel up her huge tits, and she laughs, a pleasing bubbly sound, and drops off the whiskeys.
The night wears on, and soon James is drunker than ever, with Selena dancing on the table in lingerie, with Abigail in my lap, my hand up her shirt, and both of us buzzing on fire whiskey. Abigail and Selena's lipstick is all over my lips and face, and James has a petite girl with a gorgeous face in his lap, not a Veela, but James has plenty of her rosy lipstick on his neck.
As the time hits three thirty, Abigail and Selena give me one goodbye kiss, and James' petite friend, Kaylee, gives him a goodbye kiss. Pretty drunk myself, James and I stagger back to the camp and drop into bed, and I laugh as I find the two Veelas' numbers in my pocket.
Chapter 6 - Prophecy
Groaning, I woke up, hungover. Lily was screaming her head off at James, who'd failed to wipe Kaylee's lipstick off his face. Fortunately, Abigail and Selena had left most of their marks on my chest, so I I only wiped off the visible ones. Lily bent over me, smiling sweetly.
"Sorry to wake you." Lily says, kissing my forehead, "Get some rest! We're headed out to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and you need to be less hungover.". Lily glances at something I can't see, then leans down, giving me a view right down her shirt, exposing her big tits as she kisses my throat and leaves the tent. James' groans made me feel ill as I tried to go back to sleep. Eventually, I just growled and stumbled out of the tent, and bump right into Hermione.
"Hey. Harry said you were hungover, and I actually found a charm that can help that." Hermione smiles, and points her wand at my throbbing forehead.
"Alleviat Whiskus!" Hermione cries, and I gasp as my forehead clears from pain. I wrap Hermione in a tight hug, and stop her from fixing James, and she nods, but I can tell she doesn't quite get why.
Kenzie throws herself at me, and we kiss eagerly, her hands grasping my shoulders wildly. Harry follows, shaking his head. We all settle down by the unused fire pit and Kenzie sits between my legs while Lily sits very close to me, while not quite invading Kenzie and my's space. The day passes quickly, between Fred and George's pranks, Lily's flirtatious actions, Kenzie's warm kisses, and Ron's utter failure to pick up girls, much to everyone's amusement.
Even Lily and Arthur are laughing as Ron gets turned down by the 35th girl to pass by.
"You try, then!" Ron groans, and I stand, and walk over to the road, and a pretty Asian girl a little shorter than me with long, straight black hair, and pretty black eyes.
"Hey, beautiful." I wink. She flushes.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Cho Chang. Fourth year Ravenclaw." the girl smiles.
"Hey, small world. I'm a fourth year Hogwarts student as well. Gideon Delacour." I grin.
"House?" Cho asks.
"I'm transferring." I shrug. Cho nods sympathetically.
"Hey, can I have your number?" I ask, and Cho eagerly pulls out a paper and pen, and scrawls her name with a heart, then her phone number beneath it. I thank her, and she hurries off, beaming. I sit down beside Kenzie, and show her the paper. She laughs and shoves it in Ron's face.
"First try!" I laugh, and Kenzie lays her head on my shoulder. All the boys shuffle through trying to get numbers. Fred and George get a little less than half, Harry gets three quarters, and Ron gets zero, while I soon have a stack of papers that Kenzie has fun burning. I do pocket Cho's, though. She was a very pretty girl, and Kenzie needn't know I kept the number, just like I kept Abigail and Selena's lipstick on my chest. Soon, our phone number papers are toasting our marshmallows, and Kenzie is laughing, trying to feed me one, and I keep kissing her wrist, so she just slaps me with marshmallow on her hands and I have to pull it off my face and eat it.
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That night, James tries to convince me to go back to the tent. I do seriously consider this.
"Fine. But no alcohol!" I scold. James just rolls his eyes, and the two of us sneak over at about 11, staggering our exits so no one realizes we're conspiring. We walk in and take the same table. Selena is regrettably unavailable, but Abigail is happy to serve me, and so we get a new girl, with dark red hair, and thick hips, a big ass, and tits a little bigger than Selena's. Abigail in my lap starts eagerly kissing me, and I grope her fondly as she does, until I hear a voice call 'Lord Delacour'. I kiss Abigail's nipples, and she shivers and then I get up and walk to the front, where Hermione is visible outside the tent, though she can't see in. I wince.
"Do you have a back door?" I ask the African hostess. She nods coyly. She leads me to it, and then I turn.
"Hey. Get Abigail away from my table, then blame everything on James." I instruct and the hostess nods. She hands me a silver heart necklace.
"Abigail asked me to give this to you. She was too shy to give it to you herself." the hostess smiles. I grin and pocket the necklace and duck out the back door and slip past the angry Hermione and back into bed, and drift off peacefully. I awake to hands on my arm, and open my eyes to see Harry, shaking me violently.
"Hey. Mom's taking us to Diagon Alley." he says, then leaves. I put on jeans and a T-shirt, and put Abigail's necklace, which is engraved with, 'For my lord and lover.', in a secret compartment in my bag, and put Cho's number in there, too, and then walk out to see Hermione, Kenzie and Lily waiting around a Portkey, and Harry and Ron run over at the last second, before the six of us are whipped around and around, and we all land roughly in Diagon Alley.
"Hey, I have all of your supplies covered." Lily says, and looks at me intensely, and I got the feeling that she held me in much higher regard than she did her husband right about now.
We went first to books, where Lily did insist on paying for everything, even Kenzie and Hermione's extra reading material, as Kenzie liked to read magical lore books. Then was robes, where I got to gawk at Kenzie in tight Hogwarts robes. Hermione was a lot less fun to look at, but she still had her incredibly sweet scent to my Veela senses.
Lily had to do a little shopping as a Muggle Studies Professor, but we quickly finished, and then, I considered Kenzie. Harry has Hedwig, obviously, but Kenzie didn't have an owl, so I slipped off to the pet shop and bought her an owl, one with dark feathers and sparkling dark blue eyes, a bit like mine, actually. Kenzie loved the owl, and named it Eon. Lily shot me a look that I couldn't quite comprehend, and then we ended up in the Quidditch store for Harry and Ron (who didn't play, but was an enthusiast).
We soon headed to a small apartment in London, and Lily gave us the tour.
"Considering school starts in like three days, you guys can stay here." Lily smiles, but I got the feeling that she was escaping James. Hermione must have picked up on that, too, because she shot me a very serious look. Odds are, the Potters were getting divorced.
———
The next three days pass quickly, until soon, Kenzie and I are holding hands waiting for the Hogwarts Express. We all board, and everybody from the apartment (minus Lily) got a compartment together. A very snobby boy with blond hair and grey eyes sneers at Harry through the glass. He rolls his eyes and turns away.
"We should change into our robes." Hermione says once they leave. Harry nods and closes the blinds to the window, and Kenzie makes Ron and Harry close their eyes, then quickly changes, taking the time to tease you a little, though. Kenzie then sat in your lap and covered your eyes for you during Hermione's changing. Then went Ron and Harry. Then, you changed, and winked at Kenzie, who was peeking through her fingers.
Now changed, everyone started idly chatting, until a loudspeaker came on.
"Would Lord Gideon Delacour please come to the first car?". I kiss Kenzie and leave, walking quickly, and enter to find a hairbrush on a table. Sighing, I touch it, and am suddenly being thrown across an office in a room of stone. An old man with a long beard laughs at me while a hat sits on a stool.
"Time for you to be sorted." the man says, "I am Albus Dumbledore, and so, put on the hat.". I do, and it's voice echoes in my head.
What colors would suit you? Hmm.... not Gryffindor red, Ravenclaw blue, Hufflepuff gold, or Slytherin green? What are you? Ah... a Veela. A very powerful one, too. Capable of much reproduction. But which house... you are all four; yet none. Brave like a lion, Cunning like a snake, loyal like a badger, and wise like an eagle. I see. You're HIM. Oh, enjoy the ride, my Lord.
I gasp, and the hat yells:
"Lord Hogwarts has arrived!"
"Can't be!" Dumbledore exclaims.
"It is, Albus." a painting on the wall says.
"On the winds of a summer's day/he shall come from far away/Born of heroes four, and spotted by hair like silver, eyes like lapis/When ladies four adorn his bed/Then castle shall rejoice and shout, hail the Lord of House Hogwarts!"
Dumbledore looks shocked, and sits down idly.
"I was Headmaster." he mourns.
"Oh, you still are. I'm not running a school!" I say, my voice sounding kind of shrill.
"Good." Dumbledore says wearily.
"Ladies four, though?" I ask.
"Lady Gryffindor, Lady Slytherin, Lady Hufflepuff, and Lady Ravenclaw. All of them have to be in your year." Dumbledore says tiredly, "You'll have your own quarters, but only the Hogwarts Ladies can be up there, and I would advise against picking Miss Potter. She's already betrothed to you, so why waste a precious slot for someone already bound to wed you?". I consider that.
"I think I already know two of the Hogwarts Ladies. Hermione Granger and Cho Chang." I grin. Dumbledore nods tiredly.
Chapter 7 - Hogwarts
Notes:
In case this isn't obvious, this is an AU taking place during Goblet of Fire.
And please leave some suggestions on anything or anyone you'd like to see in the story.
Dumbledore instructed me to use the Portkey back, and I landed roughly in the train car, and groaned as I staggered to my feet and walked back to the compartment, and see the blond boy with a sneer from earlier picking on Ron.
Harry is practically holding back Ron as the sneering boy guffaws like an idiot. As I shove past, I 'accidentally' push him to the ground. The boy screams in anger and kicks out, and unfortunately for him, his foot connected with Kenzie's stomach. I pull out my wand and Harry lets Ron go, so as I cast Petrificulus Totalus on him, Ron slams into him with punches and kicks.
"Name." I say, and put my foot on the idiot's chest.
"Draco Malfoy." he wheezes. I almost laugh. This kid was the son of Narcissa Malfoy, the woman I own.
"Well, I'm Lord Gideon Delacour, and if you attack or threaten or do anything like the prick you are to anybody in this compartment, if you think there'll be a House Malfoy, you are incredibly mistaken." I growl, and kick him, and close the compartment door, before undoing the jinx. He scrambles to his feet and runs away, fast. I check on Kenzie, my hands roaming her stomach, and she places a soft kiss on my lips, a quick one, but her hands grip mine and pull them close to her chest.
Hermione also looks at you happily as you sit down, you arm around McKenzie, as Ron sits down beside Harry and grumbles.
When the train pulls up, the night is pouring rain. I watch in pleasure as Kenzie and Hermione's uniforms are soon sticking to their every curve, and Kenzie's bra is visible against her drenched top. A Slytherin wolf-whistles as he walk past, and I growl, and pull my robe tightly around Kenzie, and she looks at me like I cured cancer as she struggles to not slip in the pouring rain. Hermione does slip, and I end up grabbing her, and Harry pushes me as I overbalance, and I nod in thanks. Above us, a poltergeist rains down water balloons. He specifically targets hot girls, and soon Kenzie is screaming out in frustration, and an elderly woman rushes out to tell off the poltergeist, who's apparently named Peeves.
Soon, we're all shivering in a huge dining hall, where I check out the teachers. Hermione narrates as I move across.
"That's Professor Septima Vector, Arithmancy." Hermione says about a striking blond woman, but her hair has streaks of violet in it, and she looks to be about 30, and her body is unfortunately invisible in a loose robe.
"Professor Aurora Sinistra, Astronomy." a gorgeous black woman with wavy black hair, and generous assets. Beside her is Lily Potter, Muggle Studies, and then the old woman, Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration. Then Dumbledore, and the rest were males, except for a heavy set woman with grey hair and a plain face.
"For the Sorting!" McGonagall cries, and a bunch of 11 year olds get divided into houses. Dumbledore then stands.
"This year, we are hosting the TriWizard Tournament!" and the Hall goes mad. So, that's why Fleur would be here, she was trying out to be Beauxbatons' champion.
Ron whistles, as do Fred and George. Considering I didn't really have a house, I'd sat at the Gryffindor table, and Dumbledore nods gravely at me as he dismisses everybody. I excuse myself and then go to speak to Dumbledore.
"Ok. We've set up the Lord Hogwarts rooms, and your story is going to be that you're a Gryffindor, but your Veela heritage dictates you stay far away from a dormitory full of girls." Dumbledore shrugs. I nod.
"So... I have classes with my friends, but don't have to share a room? Sweet." I grin, and Dumbledore nods at Minerva. She hurries over and briskly escorts me down the hall. As we walk, I study Minerva. As a young woman, she was probably beautiful. In her wrinkles I could see the echo of beauty, and I figured she once had a body that made men drool. She carried herself with the same aura Mom did, like she knew she was sexy as hell, and you're supposed to watch.
I contemplated a de-aging potion, as we arrived at a painting of a sword in a stone. Minerva grabs my wrist and places it against the handle, and speaks clearly:
"Open in the Name of Lord Hogwarts.", and the painting swings open.
"I can't enter the room. Nobody not married to you or in your lawful possession can." Minerva says, and I nod. Good. I walk down the short hallway behind the painting, and emerge in an incredible room, with a wide window with a view of the lake, and a big bed almost guaranteed to be bigger than a bed in the dormitories. I laugh and climb into bed, and drift off quickly. In the morning, I find a schedule on my desk, and I read it as I walk back to the Hall for breakfast.
I sit beside Harry, and compare schedules. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts together, but I have Arithmancy instead of Divination. Instead of Care of Magical Creatures, I have Astronomy, and instead of Herbology, I have Muggle Studies. I have Potions with Hermione and the Slytherins, as well as a few other Gryffindors. Kenzie and I only have Transfiguration together, and Ron and Harry are in all the same classes.
I head off to Muggle Studies with Hermione while Harry and Ron go to Herbology. Lily beams at me when we walk in, and I wink at her, thinking of her in a bikini, water streaming down her curvy body. She obviously is thinking something similar, and I sit in the front with Hermione, and other students start filing in. A girl with massive tits sits on Hermione's other side. The girl has reddish blond hair, and sparkling pale blue eyes. She's in Hufflepuff, and I steal a few glances at her when Hermione's not looking.
Lily sits on the desk and talks for a while about the similarities of the two cultures, and then we dive into Muggle pop culture, and compare it to our own limited culture. It's pretty weird how Muggles are, but honestly, I was more focused on Lily and the busty Hufflepuff, so I barely listened. Lily gave me a shy wave on my way out, and me and Hermione went down to the gamekeeper's hut, where these weird little six inch things with stingers or suckers on their belly scuttle around in a pen. Harry and Ron are already here, looking apprehensively into the pen.
Draco Malfoy comes down drawling and jeering, but stops nervously when we lock eyes, and I glare darkly, and watch him cower ever so slightly. I turn so he can't see my broad grin as a large man with a bushy beard emerges from the hut.
I hiss as Hermione tries with shaky hands to bandage my burns. The six inch things have exploding tails, so basically the whole class was burnt. Hermione was expertly applying my bandages, but she was kneeling between my legs, so when Kenzie stormed into the Gryffindor common room, I could see how it looked. She scowled at me, but I held up a hand, then winced as it flared with pain.
"Hey. Hagrid burned the hell out of us, so Hermione's putting on some bandages for my hands." I say smoothly, and the Potter heiress (as she is the older twin) calmed down.
———
The rest of the next two weeks was boring and repeating, so I'll paraphrase. The only decent part of my classes were Astronomy, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy. Septima Vector was a hot, wild little thing. She frequently made sexual jokes, wore skimpy outfits, and fed into rumors of sleeping with students, which I personally hoped were true.
Aurora Sinistra was a very elegant beauty. She was cool and collected, and undeniably sexy, and on top of that, single, and from the numerous times she held herself close to me, I believe she was interested in me. Defense Against the Dark Arts, taught by a scarred old man, Alastor Moody, was pretty decent.
The busty Hufflepuff from Lily's class was named Susan Bones, by the way, and was currently top contender for Lady Hufflepuff, though she didn't know that. Most of the Slytherins are jerks, so I don't know about Lady Slytherin, but the other three are basically covered.
Another fun thing was that I'd gotten a letter from Emma Greengrass. Enclosed was a wizard picture of her in a bikini on the beach, posing with her daughter. Suddenly, it struck me. Emma did have a daughter, named Daphne, who I believe is a fourth year Slytherin. And Daphne looked damn good in this photo, as well. Emma was undeniably hotter, but I was confident Daphne would grow into a very gorgeous woman. If I'm right about Daphne, maybe I do have a Lady Slytherin...
———
To my lord, Gideon Delacour,
Hi. I just wanted to thank you for not exposing me to my family at the Quidditch World Cup. Do I love my husband? Sure. He's a wizard, but he did end up taking my name, as his legacy collapsed. Daphne and Astoria, our girls, are beautiful, but I know you want me. And I'm yours. Just... please extend the courtesy of allowing me to pick the meetings. I just... I am very happy with my life, and I don't know if I'm willing to give it all up, no matter how much the rebel who signed my life away wants you. Craves you. The kiss you gave me at the Cup, oh, hell. I dream of you every night, you know. Of carrying your children. They'd be wonderful. It makes me want a life with you. But I don't want to leave the one I have.
But I know I can't forget you.
Love,
Emma
Chapter 8 - Hogsmeade
I hold the picture of Emma and Daphne, looking at the two gorgeous women. I'd done that a lot recently. Probably too much, but the Greengrass women were beauties. I couldn't deny that, nobody could. I finally sigh and put the photo on my desk, and flop back onto the bed. Beside me lay two letters, one to Emma, and one to Narcissa.
Dear Emma,
I want you, too. So as soon as you can, pick a meeting. Please. And maybe send another picture with your response. Just you, looking sexy.
Your lord and master,
Gideon
———
Dear Narcissa,
You do not know me, but I am Lord Delacour. In my will, I found your name. As a teenager, you signed your body over to the House Delacour. Now, I want a sexy picture of you. Very suggestive, and make sure it's a wizard photo.
Your lord and master,
Gideon Delacour
I sigh and seal the letters inside envelopes and give them to my owl, Napoleon, and he flies off. I watch him fly, and then I brush my fingers across Emma's tits in the photo, and then shake my head and walk out of my private room. I walk into the Great Hall, which is much less populated now that it's not meal time. I notice that Susan Bones is sitting by herself, reading. I join her, and she looks up warily.
"Hey. I'm Gideon Delacour. We have Muggle Studies together, I believe." I smile. Susan smiles, and nods.
"Yeah. I'm Susan Bones." she says, and I extend a hand to shake, and she does.
"What are you reading?" I ask politely, and she shows me. It's the textbook for Snape's class. I roll my eyes.
"I hate Snape's class." I mutter, and Susan laughs. It's musical and genuine.
"So. Why does the name Bones sound familiar?" I ask her. Susan taps her chin.
"My aunt, Amelia Bones works in the Ministry." Susan shrugs. I nod, but the real reason I know the name Bones is because Susan's older cousin is a witch porn star, one of my personal favorites. I doubt Susan knows that, however. Susan and I chat for a while longer, and soon, she's beaming and laughing, and we've definitely leaned more across the table. Deciding to take initiative, I lean across and kiss Susan.
She freezes against my lips, but then she tentatively kisses back, and it's wonderful. Susan's soft lips taste like berries, and the kiss seems to last forever, and when Susan pulls back, she's flushed. I reach around her to the plait in her hair, and pull it out, letting her waves of reddish blond hair fall out over her shoulders. She smiles shakily at me, and I kiss her again, and she kisses back, more secure in her kiss this time, more sure, and her hand finds your collarbone, resting on it gently, as you place a hand on her side. She shivers slightly, and I laugh softly against Susan's mouth. I then stand up and walk away, leaving the future Lady Hufflepuff sitting there, grinning.
I walk out to the Quidditch pitch. While the Hogwarts Cup is cancelled for the Triwizard Tournament, Harry and Ron are playing down there. A few other Quidditch enthusiasts are in the air. One of them is Cho Chang, the pretty Asian I met at the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry can't take his eyes off her. I take a seat beside Hermione, and look at the list she's making.
"You good?" I say, and she looks at me.
"Did you know house elves make all the food here?" Hermione spits out.
"Um, yes. I take it you didn't." I shrug. Hermione looks shocked, and I can't understand why.
"You weren't outraged?" and then I understand. I lay a hand on Hermione's pad.
"Look. I know being Muggle-born, you're taught that being in the conditions a house-elf is, that's horrible. And honestly? Yeah, it kind of is. But not defending whoever enslaved their race, the house elves do love their work. Freeing them would just make them unable to do what they love. Would they still love it if they knew what else there was? Who knows. But they're too set in their ways to go through mass changes like this." I say, and Hermione stares at me.
"But I have to try." she whispers. I sigh.
"Fine. But you can't force freedom on them. Make sure they have a choice, or they're still enslaved, but to you this time." I say wisely, and stand to walk onto the pitch. Harry bolts down at me, and comes to a stop.
"Please tell me you got her to stop." Harry begs. I shrug.
"Who knows?" I say, and Harry grins. He zooms off, and almost knocks Ron off his broom. I turn to see Cho watching, explaining Harry's idiotic flying. I turn back to watch Ron collide with a goal ring, and spin down like a top, before landing in the branches of a tree just outside the pitch. Harry laughs and Cho sighs. I do walk over to her, and she looks up and smiles.
"You never called." she says warmly.
"I didn't want to. I wanted to see you, not hear you." I say, and Cho giggles. I sit beside her, and we start talking about Quidditch. I see Harry watching me jealously, but people start clearing out to go to dinner. When it's just me and Cho left, I kiss her. She gasps, and I kiss harder, and she pushes back strongly as well, and we balance out, kissing heatedly, her hands all over me. I keep my hands on her waist for now, but once she was Lady Ravenclaw, we'd have some real fun.
———
The next day, all fourth years go to Hogsmeade, and I join up with my friends, and notice Susan giving me looks on the way there, I also lock eyes with Cho as we all get off at the village. Kenzie is actually sick with the flu, so I walk around with Lady Gryffindor, looking in shops. I buy her a fancy quill, and she hugs me tightly, and then she buys me a sweater, which I would be wearing a lot in the colder months. It was already October 7th, and the Triwizard Schools get here October 30th. Hermione and I join up with Harry and Ron. I do stop at Honeydukes and buy Kenzie a doggie bag of sweets.
We all settle in for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, where Ron orders firewhiskey, for everyone but Hermione. I sip mine slowly, remembering the last time I had this, with Abigail in my lap and Selena dancing on the table. Harry did have news of the Potter divorce. Lily Evans was now an independent woman. James Potter did end up shacking up with and knocking up Kaylee, from the club. Of course, he'd apparently been sleeping around, and Kaylee was reportedly okay with that, and ended up threesoming with James' secretary, a killer Italian woman named Roxanne.
In fact, I saw Lily Evans at the bar, drinking with Septima Vector. I try to ignore the fertility wafting off them, and it's easier with Hermione's scent all over me. But Lily's floral scent slips into my nose. Septima's is pretty strong, too, and hers is sweet like honey. Hermione's is like lavender mint, and I like lavender mint.
Me and Harry lean on a bridge overlooking a flowing river. Hermione went to speak with Minerva, and Ron went to Zonko's Joke Shop with Fred and George.
"I saw you checking out my mom." Harry says bluntly. I look at him sideways.
"And?" I prod.
"I think you should treat Kenzie better.". Harry sets his jaw in frustration.
"How much better can I get?" I ask heatedly.
"Not running off with Hermione every couple minutes." Harry growls.
"Ok. This is a secret, so you have to keep it. I'm the Lord of Hogwarts." I say, pausing. Harry blinks.
"Seriously?" he asks dryly.
"Yeah. Ask Dumbledore. But I have to marry a woman for each House. Lady Gryffindor, Lady Hufflepuff, Lady Ravenclaw, and Lady Slytherin. Hermione's going to be my Lady Gryffindor. Cho is going to be Lady Ravenclaw. Susan Bones will be Lady Hufflepuff. And I don't know about Lady Slytherin." I reveal.
"Why isn't Kenzie Lady Gryffindor?" Harry asks.
"Because she's going to be Lady Delacour. When we marry?" I remind him. Harry nods.
"Every wizarding title needs a woman or man to accompany it. So being Lord Hogwarts makes you need a Lady for every house. And you need a Lady for House Delacour." Harry sighs.
"And Lady Clearwater. Which is my mom, by the way." I grin.
"Clearwater?" Harry frowns.
"Yeah, that's my mom's side of the family." I say. He nods.
"Percy Weasley dated a girl named Penelope Clearwater for a while." Harry remembers. I shrug.
"It's a big family. My grandfather had three daughters with one woman, and he had like seven women. My mother was one of the three. I have an Aunt Brie, somewhere, and an Uncle Joshua, somewhere." I reveal.
"What about Lady Slytherin?" Harry asks.
"I'm thinking Daphne Greengrass." I admit. Harry's eyes go wide.
"Yeah, yeah." I grunt, and glare at Harry as Hermione walks up, smiling.
"Hey, guys. It's about time to head back." she says. Harry looks at me strangely.
"Gideon is..." Harry trails off as I glare at him.
"Gideon is what?" Hermione fixates on. I glare at Harry, and sigh. I turn to Hermione, and pull a ringbox from my pocket, and flick it open, revealing four silver rings, each inlaid with either rubies, diamonds, emeralds, or gold. I pull out the ruby ring and present it to Hermione, and explain everything I just told Harry. She looks ready to cry as she says yes, and I slide the ring onto her finger and she kisses me, a very soft kiss, but streaked with her tears. I hug her close as we walk back, and Hermione is still crying of joy as we sit down in the back. Hermione kisses me again and again, her hands cold on my face.
———
I wake up to Napoleon on my chest, hooting. I groan, and grab the letters he drops on my chest, and open them, flicking my wand in the general direction of the light switch, which powers on the lights. The letters are from Mom, Emma, Narcissa, and, surprisingly, Kaylee Potter.
Dear my son,
I hope you're enjoying Hogwarts. Sorry I've not mailed sooner, but I'm absolutely swamped. I have a new job as a file organizer for the Ministry. It's not much, but it's my first job since I gave birth to Gabrielle. Speaking of, our baby boy is about four months from being born!!! You did know I was pregnant, right? Anyway, I hope you're having enough fun to satisfy yourself.
Love,
Apolline Clearwater
———
My lord and master,
How about October 14th, in the inn at Hogsmeade? And, the photo attached was taken by my son, so he's a huge fan of yours now.
Love,
Emma
———
Lord Delacour,
I understand in my teen years I was a fool. But I have no desire to serve a fifteen year old pervert, and as such, I have included the image you asked for. I'll keep sending them every two weeks. But I have to request we don't meet up. Ever.
Yours,
Narcissa Malfoy.
———
Hi, Lord Delacour,
I just wanted to thank you immensely for that night at the club. You helped me find the love of my life by bringing him into the club. While I am indeed pregnant with Lord Potter's son, after that we've both agreed my next child will be yours, for your hand in bringing us together. And per James' request, there's a picture of me in here for you.
Love,
Kaylee Potter
———
I look at the photos I got. Emma's was of her in lacy black lingerie, posing seductively on a bed, biting her lip. On the back of that picture was a note saying that her son, Jacob, loved taking that photo. Jacob was eighteen, I believe.
Narcissa's photo is of her in the bathroom, her luscious MILF body in a tight black shirt, and leggings that hug every curve she has, and I can tell that her nipples are rock hard.
Kaylee's photo is sexy, too. The petite girl is in a bikini, floating just above the water in a pool, water streaming down her body, drawing attention to her cleavage and dazzling sky blue eyes.