I called out their names, and both women turned instantly toward me, their eyes lighting up with excitement as wide smiles blossomed across their beautiful faces.
Gabrielle immediately rushed toward me, her long blonde hair streaming behind her. Without hesitation, she leapt into my arms, wrapping her lithe, tantalizing body tightly against mine. The sensation of her soft curves pressing fully into me sent an exhilarating jolt through my system. Her generous breasts pressed firmly against my chest, and I instinctively tightened my hold around her slender waist, feeling my pulse quicken at the intimate contact.
"Oh, Harry! Tu es enfin la! Je suis tellement heureuse de te voir!" Gabrielle began gushing rapidly in French, her voice filled with delight and relief, lips brushing tantalizingly close to my ear as she spoke.
To my surprise, I found myself perfectly comprehending every word-realizing suddenly that, thanks to unlocking my devil heritage, languages no longer posed any barrier to me. Understanding Gabrielle's excited chatter perfectly sent another small thrill of satisfaction rippling through my chest.
I chuckled warmly, responding in fluent French without a second thought. "It's wonderful seeing you again too, Gabrielle. I've really missed you too."
She clung tighter, clearly reluctant to release her hold. As I gently attempted to set her down, Gabrielle playfully pouted, tightening her embrace stubbornly and pressing herself even closer, as if determined to imprint herself permanently against me. Feeling her warm breath caress my neck, I laughed softly, relenting happily and allowing myself to savor the pleasurable closeness a little longer.
Over her shoulder, Fleur approached gracefully, amusement and fondness in her blue eyes as she watched her sister's affectionate display. "Gabrielle," Fleur teased lightly, her melodic voice washing over me like silk, "Give the poor Englishman room to breathe, non?"
Gabrielle laughed softly, finally loosening her embrace enough for me to gently set her down, though her hands lingered possessively on my chest, fingertips tracing delicate patterns that sent tiny sparks dancing beneath my skin.
"Not too much room," Gabrielle whispered mischievously as she leaned closer against me. "I plan on enjoying Harry's company fully tonight."
"I believe we both intend to thoroughly enjoy your company tonight, Harry," Fleur murmured enticingly, stepping closer and letting her fingertips softly brush along my arm.
The provocative promise behind her words sent heat rushing through me.
Clearing my throat lightly, I forced a casual smile, determined not to become completely unraveled so soon after our reunion. "It's wonderful seeing you both again," I said warmly in perfect French, enjoying the startled yet delighted expressions blossoming simultaneously on both women's faces. They finally noticed I was speaking in their native language.
"Harry!" Fleur exclaimed softly, her eyes widening appreciatively. "When did your French become so... perfect?"
Gabrielle's lips parted slightly in surprise, her gaze turning inquisitive and curious as she tilted her head. "Yes, Harry, how on earth did you get so fluent?"
I couldn't help myself-I flashed them both a mischievous wink. "Magic," I answered cryptically.
Twin expressions of playful indignation appeared instantly on the sisters' lovely faces. Both Fleur and Gabrielle pouted prettily, their plush lips pursed temptingly as they regarded me with mock exasperation.
"Tu es impossible, Harry," Gabrielle muttered with an exaggerated huff, though amusement danced in her sparkling eyes. She decisively took hold of my right arm, pressing herself against my side firmly enough for me to feel the enticing softness of her curves. Fleur mirrored her sister's movement on my left side, her slender fingers delicately gripping my forearm. Her tantalizing closeness made my heartbeat quicken noticeably.
"We've been waiting eagerly for you to arrive," Fleur explained, her voice low and alluring. "There's a small festival nearby, something special before the Quidditch match begins. We thought it would be a perfect way to enjoy our reunion."
I smiled broadly, glancing appreciatively between my beautiful companions. "I couldn't ask for more delightful escorts. Lead the way, ladies."
My compliment visibly pleased them, a mixture of pride and playful triumph crossing their expressions.
French women truly were something else-beautiful, captivating, and delightfully proud in their femininity. Feeling both Fleur and Gabrielle cling possessively to me, I allowed them to guide me confidently through the bustling festival crowds.
As we strolled leisurely among the brightly colored tents and stalls, I couldn't help but notice the numerous appreciative glances-and more than a few envious stares-we were drawing from passersby. Fleur and Gabrielle were clearly aware of it too, taking obvious delight in the jealous attention we received. Their satisfied smiles spoke volumes as they pressed themselves even closer to me, reveling in the envy we stirred.
Gabrielle pointed enthusiastically toward a food stall. "Oh, Harry, you simply must try these pastries-they're utterly delicious."
Laughing lightly, I allowed her to lead me toward the booth, watching with mild amusement as Gabrielle insisted on feeding me small bites herself. Her fingers brushed my lips teasingly with each piece. Not to be outdone, Fleur offered me tastes of exotic chocolates from another vendor.
They knew precisely what they were doing, and I was more than happy to play along.
We continued exploring the festival grounds, sampling exotic dishes from various regions and partaking in small, playful games set up to entertain visitors. Each activity provided ample opportunities for the sisters to lean into me, their warm bodies pressing enticingly against mine, their breath ghosting against my neck as they laughed softly, whispering sweet provocations into my ears.
At a ring toss booth, Fleur pressed herself provocatively against my side, guiding my hand with a gentle touch, her whisper seductive. "Aim carefully, Harry. You wouldn't want to disappoint me."
I shivered slightly at the implication, focusing intently on the task. Gabrielle laughed playfully, her hand trailing suggestively along my lower back, encouraging my concentration to waver delightfully. It was as if the sisters had silently coordinated their efforts to tease and distract me.
At one point, Fleur subtly brushed her fingertips against mine before intertwining our fingers, her elegant hand warm and inviting. Gabrielle immediately countered by drawing my attention toward her, gently caressing my arm and shoulder in slow, lingering movements. They were competing sweetly and mischievously for my attention, each trying to outdo the other in subtle sensuality.
It was thrilling to experience the push-and-pull dynamic unfolding between the two beautiful sisters.
Eventually, we paused by a small fountain. Why was there a random fountain out here between all these tents? Who knows, wizards were weird. Either way, it was a nice place to take a break.
Fleur leaned comfortably against my shoulder, her soft, silky hair brushing lightly against my cheek. Gabrielle moved closer, threading her fingers possessively through mine as she smiled contentedly.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Harry?" Gabrielle asked softly, eyes alight with genuine warmth.
I squeezed her hand gently. "Immensely. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend the afternoon."
Fleur hummed approvingly, tilting her head upward to look at me from beneath her eyelashes. Her voice was a silken murmur, filled with quiet promise. "Then the evening ahead shall be even better."
Her words sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
...Eventually, the lively festival began to wind down, the excited crowds streaming toward the enormous wooden stadium in the distance.
"We have a private top box reserved with our maman and papa," Fleur informed me softly, her bright blue eyes watching me closely.
I felt my heartbeat quicken slightly at the mention of their parents, a flicker of anxiety tightening in my chest. "Do they, uh, know about me?" I asked hesitantly, glancing between the two beautiful sisters nestled comfortably at my sides.
Gabrielle giggled softly, brushing her fingertips teasingly across my chest. "They know we're bringing a man along, oui-but they don't exactly know the man we're bringing is the famous Boy-Who-Lived."
I fucking hated that title...
Fleur nodded as she clarified, "We simply told them your name was Harry Sitri. But Papa is head of the French DMLE. He'll surely recognize you from your photograph the moment he sees you."
Yeah, both sisters knew that my last name wasn't Potter. But they didn't yet know just what me having the last name Sitri meant. That I was a devil. It wasn't really something to bring up in letters.
I let out a quiet breath, nodding slowly. "That's fine, I suppose." My voice was casual, though inwardly nerves continued to stir. Meeting their parents was intimidating enough without my complicated reputation being involved.
Unable to resist, I added quietly, "And how exactly do your parents feel about you two being so... close... to the man you brought along?" Even as I spoke, my senses heightened to the alluring warmth of both sisters pressing intimately against me, their soft, perfectly shaped breasts gently molding into my sides.
Fleur and Gabrielle exchanged amused glances before Gabrielle broke into playful laughter. "Our maman is Veela too, Harry," Gabrielle explained mischievously, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Trust me-she won't mind our closeness one bit."
"Papa, however, might not be quite so enthusiastic about it at first." Fleur paused, an impish smirk crossing her beautiful lips. "But I'm sure he'll warm up to you..."
Gabrielle giggled wickedly, leaning closer and whispering teasingly into my ear. "Besides, Harry-it's not as though we've fucked, yet."
The deliberate addition of 'yet' sent a thrilling heat through my veins, igniting a pleasant tension deep in my core. Ever since unlocking my devil heritage, I knew instinctively that my hesitation around sex wasn't necessary. It's not like I'd ever had it before after all...
The sheer number of alluring witches and devil women openly vying for my attention had made my restraint increasingly difficult, yet I'd held back-but I didn't know how much longer that was going to last. Probably not very long.
Though at that moment, with both Fleur and Gabrielle's tantalizing curves pressed firmly against me, I certainly wouldn't have minded indulging in such temptations.
Before my thoughts could stray further, Fleur gently tugged my arm, guiding me toward the towering wooden stadium. We ascended toward the luxurious private boxes lining the top levels, the two gorgeous sisters confidently leading the way.
Finally, Fleur and Gabrielle drew me into an extravagantly decorated private box. Immediately, my gaze settled on the alluring figure of a breathtakingly attractive woman lounging elegantly in a chair, her platinum-blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Her striking beauty and sensual charm unmistakably marked her as Fleur and Gabrielle's mother.
Beside her stood a tall, stern-looking man with sharp, intelligent eyes and a dignified bearing that radiated authority-clearly their father, Monsieur Delacour, the renowned French DMLE director.
He observed me with careful scrutiny, his expression composed but unreadable.
My attention was momentarily distracted, however, by two stunningly attractive black-haired women standing nearby. Both were dressed in scandalously revealing maid uniforms-tight corsets accentuating their impressive bustlines, short frilly skirts showing off long, toned legs clad in sheer stockings.
What were they doing here...?
It was Lyra and Lyna Sitri, my personal maids from the Underworld-who I distinctly remembered leaving behind. Both women regarded me with eager, mischievous smiles.
"Hello, Young Master," Lyra purred softly, offering a playful wink.
"We've missed you terribly," Lyna added sweetly, her voice dripping with flirtatious promise.
Momentarily stunned, I blinked at them both, mouth opening slightly.
Fleur and Gabrielle's friendly, seductive smiles vanished in an instant, replaced by identical expressions of icy suspicion as they glared at the devil maid twins. Their grips tightened possessively on my arms, the warmth of their touch abruptly shifting into something defensive, almost territorial.
"And who exactly are these two women, Harry?" Fleur demanded, her silken voice dripping with thinly veiled hostility as her sharp blue eyes scrutinized Lyra and Lyna.
Gabrielle pursed her lush lips into an unhappy pout, glaring daggers at the two maids who continued to smile provocatively at me, clearly enjoying the sudden tension they'd created. "Oui, Harry. Care to explain?" Gabrielle echoed, her tone deceptively sweet yet laced with clear annoyance.
Feeling the awkward weight of expectation pressing down upon me, I cleared my throat, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "These, um, are my personal maids from back home," I explained awkwardly. "Lyra and Lyna Sitri. But I honestly don't know why they're here-they were specifically instructed to remain at my mansion."
Lyra stepped closer, her hips swaying with calculated allure, her sapphire eyes shimmering with playful defiance as she fixed them squarely upon Fleur. "Our apologies, Master Harry," she purred teasingly, smirking at Fleur and Gabrielle in clear amusement. "But we simply couldn't bear the thought of you traveling without proper assistance."
"Indeed," Lyna added mischievously, her seductive voice matching her sister's as she tilted her head slightly, drawing attention to her ample cleavage. "We wouldn't dream of leaving our beloved Young Master unattended and unsatisfied."
The blatant innuendo hung heavily in the air, intensifying Fleur and Gabrielle's already growing irritation.
I watched as Fleur's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Gabrielle's grip on my arm became positively vice-like, nails digging gently yet insistently into my skin.
A fierce rivalry was brewing right before my eyes, an intense competition clearly establishing itself between the Sitri twins and the beautiful Delacour sisters.
"Harry is perfectly well cared for here," Fleur insisted frostily, raising a graceful eyebrow at Lyra. "We have our own servants to call upon, should we require any assistance."
Gabrielle nodded vigorously, glaring challengingly at Lyna. "Oui, so you two can run along back to wherever you came from. Harry clearly doesn't need or want you here."
