Fleur nodded seriously. "We've always pretended to be only part-Veela because it's safer and easier. Wizards don't usually accept full non-human beings in their midst, so we keep our true nature hidden. The Veela community has no idea how long we can keep the ruse going, but its worked for the past hundred years at the very least. Even our own Papa thinks we are only a quarter Veela..." she seemed a bit sad to admit that.
Gabrielle added her mother Apolline loves their father but he only married her because he thought she was half-veela and not full.
I didn't really think a relationship built on lies like that was a good idea, but I'm glad it happened because otherwise these two amazing french sisters wouldn't exist, cuddling up naked in this hotel bed with me.
I also felt warmth and understanding spread through my heart. I'd been worried they'd judge me, when in reality they'd dealt with the same kind of worries their whole lives. It made me feel even closer to them. Smiling warmly, I hugged them both tighter. "You're both amazing and beautiful, and nothing could ever change how much I care about you."
Fleur smiled brightly, looking relieved as she leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Her soft lips moved lovingly against mine, her tongue brushing mine gently before she finally pulled back.
Gabrielle immediately followed, leaning up and kissing me sweetly. Her gentle kiss felt full of love and warmth. She slowly pulled away, looking at me with shining eyes and a happy smile. "We've found the perfect man," Gabrielle sighed happily, resting her head back on my chest.
"Yes, and we're not letting him go," Fleur said softly, kissing my neck gently.
I felt warmth spreading through my body again, my cock twitching beneath the soft covers as the beautiful girls pressed even closer against me. Fleur's smooth thigh gently rubbed against my leg, and Gabrielle sighed happily, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles lower and lower down my stomach.
I groaned softly, unable to hide my excitement as their wandering hands finally found my rapidly hardening shaft beneath the sheets.
"Oh? It seems our Harry is already eager for more," Fleur purred playfully, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she gently stroked her fingertips along my cock, teasing me.
Gabrielle giggled sweetly, her smaller, delicate hand slowly wrapping around me and squeezing lightly, sending waves of pleasure racing through my body. "Well, can you blame him? Last night was simply amazing-of course he'd want more..."
Just as Fleur moved lower, clearly intent on sliding beneath the sheets to continue our intimate morning, a sudden bright glow lit up the room, making us all jump.
"What the-?" Fleur gasped, pulling back slightly in surprise.
In the middle of the floor at the foot of our bed, a shimmering blue circle appeared. Before we could react further, Lyra suddenly popped into existence right there, dressed in her usual provocative maid uniform that barely contained her stunning curves. Her deep sapphire eyes swept hungrily over my naked body, lingering shamelessly on my obvious arousal beneath the sheets, before narrowing in annoyance at the two equally nude Veela sisters pressed intimately against me.
Lyra crossed her arms beneath her generous breasts, pushing them up enticingly as she pouted dramatically at me. "Young Master, I'm so very jealous right now," she whined petulantly. "You left Lyna and me behind last night while you ran off to enjoy these two!"
Gabrielle blushed brightly at being caught in such a compromising situation but didn't let go of me, instead holding my cock protectively in her grip, her cheeks red as she shot Lyra an embarrassed yet defiant look. Fleur openly glared at Lyra, clearly unhappy about the interruption, even as her hand stayed possessively wrapped around my shaft.
I sighed, a little disappointed we'd been interrupted when things were just getting good again. But my attention quickly shifted as I noticed something rather odd: Lyra was clutching a strange-looking little creature by its skinny neck, holding it casually as if it were a misbehaving kitten.
"Lyra, why are you strangling a house elf?" I asked curiously, frowning slightly as the small creature struggled weakly in her grip.
Lyra blinked in confusion, glancing down as if she'd completely forgotten she was holding the elf. "Oh, right!" She shrugged lightly and simply dropped the poor creature onto the carpet. "This annoying thing was snooping around the hotel, trying to steal your mail, Master Harry. I caught him, of course."
The elf coughed and rubbed its neck, glancing up at me with large, watery eyes. He wore a ragged pillowcase for clothing, his long ears drooping pathetically. "T-that's not true, great Harry Potter sir!" he squeaked desperately, his voice high-pitched and shaking. "Dobby would never steal from Harry Potter! Dobby only wants to help, sir!"
I raised an eyebrow, utterly confused at whatever was going on. "Wait, who exactly are you? What do you mean, you're trying to help?"
"Dobby is Dobby, sir! Dobby is a house elf, and he is here to warn the great Harry Potter! Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts this year, sir! Terrible, dangerous things await him there!" The elf looked terrified as he stared at me pleadingly.
I stared down at the strange little elf named Dobby, feeling utterly confused and more than a bit irritated at the unexpected interruption. Fleur and Gabrielle, though clearly annoyed at the disruption as well, kept their soft hands possessively wrapped around my still-hard cock beneath the sheets.
It was an odd situation, to say the least.
"Hold on," I said carefully, narrowing my eyes at the trembling elf on the floor. "Why are you even talking about Hogwarts? I haven't publicly announced that I'm going to attend yet. How did you know?"
Dobby nervously shuffled his oversized feet, his enormous eyes watery and apologetic as he looked up at me. "B-because of the Daily Prophet, great Harry Potter sir! It came out this morning with an article about Harry Potter finally attending Hogwarts! Dobby read it and knew he must warn you!"
I frowned deeply. Someone must have leaked that information. I hadn't exactly hidden my plans but it wasn't supposed to be common knowledge just yet.
Lyra stepped forward aggressively, her deep blue eyes blazing with suspicion. "If you know something dangerous, little elf, you'd better tell Master Harry right this instant," she demanded harshly, sparks of vivid blue magic crackling menacingly around her fingertips.
Dobby whimpered pitifully, shaking his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. "No, Dobby cannot! Dobby is forbidden! Dobby's master said Dobby must not tell, not anyone!"
Lyra's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice turning colder. "I don't really care what your master said-"
"Wait!" Gabrielle interrupted suddenly, her voice gentle but firm. She shot Lyra a chastising look before explaining kindly, "House elves are magically bound to obey their masters. It's not Dobby's fault-he physically can't disobey direct orders. Clearly, whoever owns him is the one plotting against Harry."
Fleur scowled unhappily, her fingers tightening around my cock protectively as she leaned closer to me. "This isn't good news, Harry. Remember, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. It could be dangerous if someone is plotting something against you."
I sighed, knowing Fleur was right but still annoyed at the lack of useful information. Turning back to the trembling elf, I tried a different approach. "Okay Dobby, maybe you can't tell us exactly what's going to happen-but can you at least tell us who your master is?"
Dobby's eyes grew even wider in panic, and before I could react he started violently banging his head against the nearby bedside table.
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Mustn't betray Master's secrets!"
"Hey! Stop that!" I shouted quickly, alarmed. Fleur and Gabrielle gasped in surprise, their grips on me momentarily loosening as they stared at the elf's bizarre self-punishment.
Lyra rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with this nonsense, and with a flick of her hand magically restrained Dobby from hurting himself further. The little elf whimpered softly, still trying uselessly to struggle.
I felt genuine pity for the poor creature. He clearly wasn't completely right in the head, but his warning did seem sincere, if vague. "Listen, Dobby. I appreciate that you tried to warn me. But seriously-why did you try to steal my mail earlier? Did you really think that would stop me from going to Hogwarts?"
Dobby sniffled sadly, looking miserable. "Dobby thought... Dobby hoped... If Harry Potter believed his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might decide not to go to school there..."
I shook my head slightly, feeling even sorrier for the confused little elf. He meant well, even if he was terribly misguided. "Look, Dobby," I said softly, giving him a gentle smile, "thanks for trying to help. Even though you can't tell me exactly what's going on, I still appreciate the warning."
Dobby's giant eyes filled with wonder and disbelief, his mouth hanging open comically. "Great Harry Potter... thanks Dobby? N-no wizard has ever thanked Dobby before!"
I shrugged awkwardly, unsure how to respond to his awe. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything."
The elf's whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion as he clenched his tiny fists determinedly. "The great Harry Potter is truly kind and magnificent! Dobby will protect Harry Potter no matter what!" he declared with passionate conviction.
Before anyone could say another word, Dobby vanished suddenly with a loud crack, teleporting away before Lyra could react to stop him. Lyra stared blankly at the now-empty spot, her mouth open slightly in surprise before she huffed irritably, clearly annoyed at being outsmarted by a house elf. "Dammit," she muttered in frustration, turning her attention back to me. "Little bugger got away." She gave me a sulky pout before reluctantly flicking her wrist. A folded letter suddenly flew across the room, landing neatly on the sheets in front of me. "Here, Master Harry. The mail that strange elf was trying to intercept," Lyra said, trying to regain her composure. "It's from Miss Hermione."
I glanced at the letter curiously before suddenly remembering the very pleasant distractions lying pressed warmly against me. Fleur and Gabrielle were still cuddled up close on either side, their hands lightly grasping my shaft beneath the sheets, causing my cock to twitch again eagerly.
"You should probably read your letter," Fleur murmured softly into my ear, though her seductive voice suggested reading the letter was the last thing she truly cared about.
Gabrielle giggled sweetly, giving my cock a gentle squeeze that sent pleasure racing up my spine. "Oui, but perhaps we can continue taking care of Harry while he reads it? He seems rather excited again..."
Lyra scowled jealously, crossing her arms beneath her impressive breasts, though I noticed her gaze lingering hungrily on my aroused form. "Lucky witches..." she muttered enviously.
I chuckled, opening the letter with one hand while thoroughly enjoying the soft caresses from Fleur and Gabrielle beneath the sheets.
After all, there was no reason I couldn't multitask...
...
Hermione's letter was exactly as expected-long, detailed, and brimming with her unmistakable concern. As I scanned the neat, tidy handwriting, I couldn't help smiling softly at her obvious worry.
She wrote that she'd managed to escape safely after the chaos following the World Cup, joining up with some of her school friends before eventually meeting back with the Weasley family. They'd all apparated away safely and she was currently back home. Hermione urged me to send word immediately, letting her know that I was alright. I couldn't help but feel warmth at her genuine worry, deciding that perhaps visiting her in person later would be better than a simple letter.
After spending a few more blissful, lazy hours in bed with Fleur and Gabrielle-where I told Lyra to leave when she wanted to stick around and watch-I reluctantly got dressed and ready to go. Before I left, both sisters wrapped their arms around me warmly, pressing soft, lingering kisses to each of my cheeks.
"Take care of yourself, Harry," Fleur murmured sweetly, stroking my face gently. "We'll miss you terribly until school starts."
Gabrielle hugged me tightly, her body pressing intimately against mine as she sighed softly against my neck. "Write to us often, oui? I'll be counting the days until I can be by your side again."
I smiled warmly at them both, savoring their affectionate embraces. "Don't worry, I'll write whenever I can. And I'll see you both at Hogwarts soon."
Gabrielle's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced shyly up at me, biting her lip softly. "Actually, Harry... I've been thinking about permanently transferring to Hogwarts after this year. That way, I could always be close to you."
Her shy confession sent a delighted thrill through me. Fleur chuckled softly, clearly approving of her sister's idea. I cupped Gabrielle's lovely face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'd like that very much."
...I found myself wandering through Diagon Alley a little while later, deciding not to return to the Underworld immediately. Instead, I pulled on a simple black hat and a pair of sunglasses to conceal my identity.
The last thing I needed was another celebration-riot-of wizards practically worshipping the ground I walked on.
The alley was lively as ever, filled with wizards and witches eagerly going about their business. The cobblestone street was lined with brightly decorated shop windows displaying strange and wonderful magical items. Delicious smells drifted through the air from various restaurants, making my stomach rumble slightly, even though I'd had a nice breakfast at the hotel earlier.
With Hermione's letter in mind, I thought it might be nice to bring her a small gift when I visited. I wandered leisurely from shop to shop, searching for anything that caught my eye. Flourish and Blotts was packed with eager students grabbing their textbooks last minute, so I quickly passed it by-I'd already picked up all my required reading materials.
However, I realized with a slight frown that I'd yet to acquire any potions supplies or equipment for Herbology and Astronomy. Deciding it best to get that out of the way first, I stepped into the apothecary, the strong scent of herbs and potions ingredients immediately filling my nostrils. The shelves were stacked high with jars containing everything from manticore eyes to unicorn horns.
Things I would have only considered fantasy not long ago.
