A Wager

Fleur Delacour walked behind the Transfiguration mistress. She had prepared her documents meticulously and was looking forward to beginning her newest assignment.

The Triwizard Tournament had added multiple merits to her already commendable records, something which had enabled her to land this opportunity. With a smile, she looked around the decoration around the Hogwarts corridor. Although not as elegant as Beauxbatons, Hogwarts had its charm. It had taken her a while to warm up to the castle, but she could now see it for what it was. A formidable fortress that would be tough for anyone to conquer.

And given the current situation around Britain, it was all the more important.

"We're here," Fleur heard Professor McGonagall, and she saw her knock on the door.

They had to wait for almost a minute before the door opened and Fleur smiled at the diminutive Charms professor.

"Ah Minerva, Miss Delacour, come in please," Filius Flitwick beckoned them to enter, closing the door behind them. They walked to his office where she and McGonagall sat side by side and smiled when Flitwick took his place behind the table.

"I am truly happy that you have made this decision, Miss Delacour, particularly considering the situation in our country. I know this would not have been an easy decision to make."

Fleur smiled.

"I understand the risks, Professor, but there was no way I could have turned such an opportunity away."

Flitwick smiled.

"Your papers, please."

Fleur took out the folder from her bag and handed it over to Flitwick, who opened it and started perusing through the sheets. She sat there, patiently watching the Charms professor as he smiled and nodded at various intervals before putting the folder down.

"I must admit your grades are outstanding, Miss Delacour. In fact, I would say your grades are better than any recent Hogwarts graduate. It would be an honour to have you as an apprentice."

Fleur smiled widely and looked at McGonagall who congratulated her with a genuine smile.

"It means so much to me, Professor. A mastery under your guidance. It's a dream come true."

Flitwick chuckled.

"You flatter me, Miss Delacour."

They smiled at one another before Flitwick interjected with slight hesitation.

"I've been told you are also joining the war efforts?"

Fleur straightened.

"I am, Professor. The Headmaster has already accepted me into the Order and I have taken my oaths as well."

The diminutive Charms master looked at her seriously.

"Can you tell me why you are doing so? You live in France. You had no reason to join this war."

Fleur frowned.

"It is the right thing to do, Professor. And I lived the past year in this country. I was part of the tournament that resulted in his resurrection. I was a victim of one of his lackeys."

McGonagall placed her hand on her arm, squeezing softly. Fleur gave her an appreciative smile.

"However, my biggest reason is that I want to make sure someone who is very special to my heart lives through this war so that we might have a bright future together."

"Ah, love, the purest form of magic there is," a kind voice sounded from behind, and they turned to look at the Headmaster of Hogwarts coming forward with a small smile on his face.

"A pleasure to meet you once again, Miss Delacour," Dumbledore smiled.

Fleur stood up and nodded deferentially. "An honour, Headmaster."

"At ease, my child. Have a seat."

Fleur smiled and took her seat as Dumbledore conjured an ornate chair for himself and sat down on the side of the table.

"Now, Miss Delacour, I must admit that I find your reason to join the Order very admirable. Too many innocents suffer in war, and too many innocents put themselves in the line of fire to protect those they care about. It is as tragic as it is admirable. I truly wish you survive this war and grow old with this person because everyone deserves someone to grow old with. Love, a magic in itself."

Fleur smiled at the headmaster. He truly had some strong points on the subject.

"Now, should I assume that you will be pursuing your mastery under Professor Flitwick?"

Fleur nodded. "Yes, headmaster. Professor Flitwick just accepted and I can start as soon as required."

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Fret not, my child. Apprenticeships don't start until the school year does. Apart from learning your craft, you shall be required to coach the students in the art, assist Professor Flitwick in his class assignments, and resolve student queries to the best of your potential. Do not worry though. Professor Flitwick shall take care of ensuring a proper balance. This is his second time having an apprentice, so do not feel you are to experience something new from his end."

"Really? I'm only second?"

Flitwick nodded with a soft smile.

"Yes, Miss Delacour. I have had only one apprentice prior to date. She, like you, was a remarkable witch, quick with the wand and had a treasure trove of knowledge, with an eagerness matched by none till date."

"Miss Granger reminds me of her slightly," Dumbledore interjected with a smile, and Flitwick chuckled.

"I disagree, Albus. Just because Miss Granger is a smart witch, it doesn't mean she's like Lily. There are massive differences between the two."

Beside Fleur, McGonagall nodded.

"I agree, Albus. There is a huge gulf between the two witches, something you either fail to understand or deliberately overlook."

Dumbledore raised his hands in surrender as Fleur looked on.

"Umm… excuse me, who are you talking about?"

A sombre silence descended on the room as the three teachers looked at her.

Flitwick began with a small smile on his face.

"Lily Evans, or as she was after her wedding, Lily Potter."

Fleur's eyes widened.

"Harry's mother?"

McGonagall nodded.

"Lily pursued her mastery in Charms and Potions under Filius and Professor Slughorn respectively The latter used to teach Potions back in the day. Similarly, his father James pursued his mastery in Transfiguration under me."

"No wonder Harry's such a capable wizard," she murmured with a soft smile on her face, one that was noticed by everyone present. While two pairs of eyes widened at the sight, one was twinkling with mirth.

"So it's Mr Potter, isn't it?" Filius remarked with a small chuckle as Fleur blushed.

"I wasn't aware that you two knew each other so well, Miss Delacour," McGonagall remarked.

"We actually talked after the third task, after it all happened, and things slowly took off from there."

"Enough that you're ready to fight in a vicious war? They must've taken off pretty quickly, I believe."

Fleur couldn't believe that three of the greatest academics in the Wizarding World were talking about her love life. Dumbledore must have noticed something, as he smiled and stood up.

"I think we should conclude this affair. Afterwards, I will take you to where you shall be staying until the school year begins."

Fleur nodded and stood up alongside Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Delacour," Flitwick called out, and Fleur turned to look at him, "please don't forget to retrieve your folder from me on the first day of school."

Fleur nodded before joining McGonagall and Dumbledore.

They walked for a while in relative silence, McGonagall occasionally telling her some tidbit about something or the other, before they came to a stop on the seventh floor. Fleur saw Dumbledore tap his wand against the wall, and a door materialized out of nowhere.

"After you," he smiled, beckoning Fleur and McGonagall to walk ahead. They entered what was a richly furnished apartment with one room, a personal kitchen, a hall and a bathroom. Overall, more than enough for two people to live in.

"This shall be your place of residence during the period of your apprenticeship, which shall be of two years. I would advise you to familiarize yourself with the corridors and the paths connecting this area of the castle with the others."

Fleur nodded in understanding.

"Is there anything you want to do here right now, Miss Delacour?"

Fleur shook her head. Dumbledore nodded before gesturing for them to exit.

"The entrance is password protected. I suggest you get it sorted by the time you start living here."

Fleur nodded.

"I think that concludes our matters here today. For the other matter, we shall discuss whatever you want at the headquarters. Please read this."

Fleur took the parchment Dumbledore held out to her and instantly felt the knowledge materialize in her mind. She handed the parchment back to Dumbledore who disposed of it with a wandless Incendio.

"Take care, Miss Delacour, and I will see you soon," McGonagall smiled, and Fleur nodded with a soft smile of her own.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall nodded before she walked away, leaving Fleur and Dumbledore outside the suite.

"If you'd grab my arm, Miss Delacour. We shall be apparating to the headquarters now."

Fleur nodded and grabbed on, blinking when the world around her vanished and they apparated away with a soft pop.

XXXXX

"Ready?" Harry Potter asked with a smirk.

"Don't think I'd go easy on you this time," Nym returned the smirk with one of her own.

Their previous duel had left a lasting impression on the metamorph. Harry was an accomplished wizard who demanded his skills be respected. She had made the mistake once, but not again.

Nym had made a couple of changes to her regular look in the morning after yet another fiery session with Harry and Nat. Her short pink hair was gone now, replaced with bluish-blonde hair that reached the middle of her back. She had also switched her complexion from her usual tan to her natural pale look bestowed upon her by her mother and the Black bloodline. Harry's appreciative glances more than clued her in. He liked what he saw.

Nym ducked under his first chain of spells, the onslaught coming in quick succession and she didn't bother with a shield. As quickly as possible, she weaved a spell chain of her own. A stinger was followed by a concussion hex which ended with an Expelliarmus. Harry swatted the first two away before weaving around the disarmer and returned fire with a well-placed cutting hex.

Nym raised a shield for the wide spell, and she heard more than saw the debris exploding behind her. Paying no heed to the self-repairing wall, Nym conjured a bunch of knives before sending them soaring towards him. They were playing a dangerous game now, and even the slightest misstep could prove troublesome. It was a good thing that they had a healer on standby.

'Although she's less of a healer and more of a cheerleader now.'

Nym glanced at the beautiful blonde woman dressed in a skimpy cheerleader outfit. She was wearing a shiny silver top that came to a stop just under her luscious tits, giving them a teasing view of her underboobs. Her abdomen was bare, the silver of her belly button glittering in the light. A pair of skimpy silver shorts covered her modesty as she cocked her hips to the side and waved the pom-poms around.

"Yay! Go, Harry! Kick her ass, my hero!"

Nym's eye twitched as she dodged a disarmer before flinging a strong Confringo, gritting her teeth when he shielded effortlessly.

"Oh, baby you're so strong! Nym can't do anything!" Nat cried out in elation, to Harry's amusement. Nym snarled at his smug grin and started throwing spells with reckless abandon.

Her cutters were swatted away, her stingers were not even noticed, as he leaned away effortlessly, and her blasting hexes were either redirected to the side or shielded without breaking any sweat.

"C'mon, Nym. Is that all?" Harry taunted with a smirk. "Remember what the loser has to do, right?"

On the side, Nat snickered at the reminder.

Nym had challenged Harry to another duel, and Harry, being the unforgiving bastard that he was, had named his condition. The loser had to act as the winner's servant for the duration of the summer, a challenge Nym had been all too eager to accept. After all, Harry had won the previous duel with the element of surprise. It wouldn't have been much of a hassle for the pupil of the legendary Mad-Eye Moody to defeat a man still in Hogwarts.

Turns out, she had bitten off more than she could chew once again. Harry Potter was a monster with the wand at such a young age, and nothing she threw at him seemed to work.

'All right then, if I can't beat him fairly, I have to resort to some underhanded tactics,' she thought with a mental grin.

The moment a lull in their duel came, Nym discreetly enlarged her tits, pushing them to such a limit that her milkers were straining against her top. She watched on with a smirk as Harry's eyes stayed glued to the straining fabric of her top before she suddenly twisted sharply.

It was the perfect timing in her opinion, as the zip that was restraining her huge globes gave way and spread apart, leaving a gaping hole in the middle, showing off the entirety of her cleavage.

She watched in satisfaction as Harry's eyes feasted on her exposed tits before she enlarged them further.

Nothing could stop the fabric of her top from tearing itself off and her large melons sprang free from their confines, hanging in front of her, massive, yet protruding forward and jutting out of her chest proudly.

Her spellfire continued all the while, and Harry was now only barely swatting or shielding against her spells, a huge chunk of his attention on her exposed chest. She felt a deflected stinger brush her nipples before colliding with the wall to the side, and a loud deliberate moan echoed around the basement.

Nat watched the entire spectacle with a deadpan look on her face, staring at Nym with a raised eyebrow. She should've known Nym would pull something underhanded like this. However, it provided a brilliant test for Harry as well – a test of his concentration. Deeming it a necessary exercise, she let it play out. Harry was still very much in the game.

Nym could see her large, bare tits, swaying with every move, were not enough to distract Harry. Deciding that she needed to up the game, she deflected his cutting hex in such a way that it cleaved right through the button and zip of her jeans. The result was exactly what Nym wanted. Her pussy was exposed to his gaze, only covered by the thin fabric of her lacy black thong. The jeans gave way and Nym quickly cut it off, stepping out in an instant and returning fire.

She could see Harry distractedly swatting her spells away, his eyes glued to her almost naked form. Her ivory skin glowed in the brightness, her bluish-blonde hair casting her in a twilight halo as Harry took her in.

Supremely satisfied that her gamble had now paid off, Nym sent a barrage of cutting hexes forward, watching on as Harry deflected them away. However, she watched in satisfaction as one hit him right in the front, right when he had shifted to the side.

Her victory was short-lived as instead of connecting properly, the cutter tore his shirt off. She watched with wide eyes as his shirt came off, falling on the floor by his feet and rendering his toned upper body bare.

The pair of females licked their lips at the alluring sight of a bare-chested Harry Potter, his skin glistening in sweat as a result of all the exertion during the duel. If only she knew that the sweat was a result of something else entirely.

Her single lapse in concentration proved fatal, as Harry quickly summoned her forward. Nym yelped as she was pulled forward and she had no time to react as her front collided with Harry's. His arms quickly grabbed her ass as he plucked her wand out of her hand with his mouth before spitting it to the side.

Nym could only look on in surprise at the smirking visage of Harry Bloody Potter as he started to squeeze her round ass without any care whatsoever. A loud moan escaped her throat at his ministrations and she buried her face in his chest, her large tits mashing firmly against him.

Nat looked at the scene with a massive grin on her face. Nym's plan had backfired supremely, and now she had lost the duel. Not only that, she was now at the mercy of the very wizard she had sexually aroused during a duel.

"Now, what should be done with the loser, eh Nat?" Harry asked, grinning down at Nym as he caressed her ass.

"Well… the loser has to act as the winner's servant for the summer. That was the deal, so…" Nat trailed off with a grin as she came over.

"Indeed. So Nym, you ready?" Harry asked, and before she could reply, he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees.

"Go ahead, Nym. Do your best," Harry grinned, taking Nat in his arms once she was within reach. The curvy blonde was all too happy to reciprocate, her arms wrapping around his neck and their lips meeting in a languid kiss.

Meanwhile, Nym sighed resignedly with a smile, before she started to unbuckle his pants. Pulling it down along with his boxers, she grabbed his semi-flaccid cock and started to stroke it. It didn't take long for him to reach full mast, and with a grin, she took him in her mouth.

Harry groaned into the kiss as he felt Nym's warm mouth engulf his hard prick, and he grabbed hold of Nat's delectable rear, squeezing the plump flesh and pulling her close to his side. Nat pulled back slightly and looked up at him with a grin.

"The winner should get a reward, shouldn't he?" She asked rhetorically before she waved her wand. A sofa was conjured right behind him and she gently pushed Harry down. Nym adjusted accordingly, leaning forward on her knees as she continued to bob her mouth up and down his hard-on.

"What're you doing, Nat?" Harry asked amusedly as she walked a few steps away and looked at him with a smirk.

"Well, as a good mediator, I feel it's my duty to make sure my winner has a good time. Ready?" She asked, smirking all the while. Harry chuckled as he caressed Nym's hair and nodded.

"Go for it," he raised his chin in a silent challenge, and Nat grinned. Her wand flicked twice, and a sexy tune started to play. His expectations just went up a notch as he looked at her.

With Harry sitting on the sofa, Nat started swaying provocatively, his eyes following every move as she moved according to the tune. He took in the alluring sight of her curvaceous body as she brought her hand to the front.

The short top she was wearing was sipped at the front, from top to bottom. Slowly, she unzipped it entirely, parting the only fabric that covered her tits before closing it quickly, winking at him.

"You're killing me here, Nat," Harry groaned from the double assault. Nym had increased her speed and was now taking him in even deeper than before. He could feel the head of his cock burrowing in her tight throat, and every bob of her head made him tighten his hold on her blue hair.

With a sexy smirk, Nat parted the top and let it drop, baring her lovely tits to his profound gaze. Her movement didn't waver, her sexy frame swaying seductively and Harry's lustful eyes followed every movement. Nym had already moved on top of the sofa, leaving the spot between his legs open, and Nat smirked before walking forward and occupying the empty spot. Turning to the side, she dropped on his lap, opposite to the side where Nym was bent over and blowing him, and she looked him in the eyes.

"Touch me, lover," she whispered erotically.

Harry didn't need another invitation, and he quickly grabbed hold of her tits and buried his face within her cleavage. Nat's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him firmly against her marvellous globes as Harry continued to suck and lick her unblemished skin.

His mouth closed around one nipple, making her back arch in abject pleasure before he quickly switched to the other one. Nat could only groan as Harry continued to assault her tits one by one, not pausing for even a second, seemingly distracting himself from the sinful blowjob that Nym was awarding him with.

Slowly, Nat stood up and turned away from him, giving him a sexy view of her bare back. Clad in only her tight shorts, she bent forward until her plump rear was protruding outwards.

"Strip me, my love," she whispered erotically.

Harry's fingers quickly unbuttoned her shorts before he pulled the zip down and grabbed hold of the sides. Slowly, he lowered her shorts over her ass and down her legs. Nat stepped out of her shorts once they were pooled at her feet and turned around.

Harry feasted on the breathtaking sight of Nat's nude form. No matter how many times he had already seen her bare, the sight never failed to mesmerize him.

"I think the servant has had her share of fun with you, don't you think?" She asked, looking at Nym with a smirk, and Harry grinned. A part of him was feeling slightly guilty at doing this to Nym before the more playful part of him asserted itself and he tapped Nym twice on her head. Nym pulled away from his cock, thick saliva coating the lower half of her face and rendering his cock slick with thick fluid.

"Uh, what?" She asked, slightly dazed.

"Scoot over to the other side. You may play with yourself if you want."

Nym's eyes widened and her mouth opened to protest before Harry silenced her with a look.

"You're the servant now, right? You have to listen to your master and mistress."

"Mistress, I like it," Nat grinned, and Harry chuckled before he turned to look at Nym once again.

"Play with yourself, Nym. I'll get back to you very soon," he whispered sexily before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He didn't stay locked with her for too long, and the feeling left her wanting. However, with no choice now, she scooted back and peeled her soaked knickers off. Her body had already reverted to its original form, with a handful of tits and protruding nipples, and Harry gave her an appreciative glance which she winked at.

Nat steadied herself by placing her hands on Harry's strong shoulders and mounted his lap, her legs on either side of him. Slowly, she leaned in and locked her lips with his. No matter how many times she kissed him, she always wanted more of him.

His hands found her tits once again, and she leaned back slightly to give him better access.

"Wait, I have a better idea," she grinned and stood up. Turning around, she sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest. His hands quickly found their way to her exposed tits, and Nat moaned when he rolled her hard nubs between his fingers. Softly pinching her nipples, he pulled them, sending pleasurable thrills through her body.

Nat leaned back entirely against his front, and Harry nibbled on her earlobe, planting featherlight kisses over the exposed skin of her neck. His fingers dropped to the sensitive nub atop her pussy, and he lightly touched it. Nat shivered against him and he grinned.

Looking over at Nym, he saw her face flushed with arousal as she played with herself, and mouthed 'Soon' with a wink. Slowly, he started tracing her wet slit with his fingers. She was completely open for him, and it didn't take long for him to insert a finger inside her wet pussy. Another finger found its way inside her as his thumb played with her swollen clit.

He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and dragged them up to her face, inserting them inside her mouth. Nat eagerly lapped her juices off his fingers, sucking them clean.

"I think it's time for us to pay attention to our servant, hmm?" She asked with a smirk and stood up. "Come on in the middle, Nym. Straddle your master," she instructed, and Nym dutifully followed. Once in position, Harry grabbed his cock and slid it inside her gushing cunt. Her walls offered no resistance, slick from her arousal as they were, and Nym slammed herself down with a wet squelch.

"FUCK!" She cried out in pleasure and started to furiously ride him. Harry saw her lovely tits bouncing in front of his face and he grabbed them firmly, squeezing the soft flesh as Nym continued to rock her ass atop him. A loud slap to her plump rear coaxed out a cry of shock from her, and she abruptly stopped.

"Servants shouldn't be so greedy," Nat chided, before waving her wand. Nym's eyes widened at the sight of the strap-on that appeared around the blonde's waist, and a thrill of excitement shot through her.

Harry watched with a grin as Nat slowly came forward and prodded Nym's puckered hole with the dick. She inserted her fingers inside her gushing pussy and rubbed her sweet nectar all over Nym's asshole before slowly pushing in.

"HOLY SHIT!" Nym cried out in pleasure and Harry chuckled as Nat buried the entire length inside Nym's ass. His cock was still burrowed inside her pussy, and he grabbed her ass roughly. With a smirk, he started moving her ass on his cock and Nym cried out as she was double penetrated for the first time.

"Fuck yeah," Nat moaned as she grinned at Harry, who increased his pace. Master and Mistress continued to slam away inside their servant's holes, with no care for anything. Nym's cries intensified with their thrusts, her body shaking rhythmically as her tits swayed in front of his face.

"Grab on, Nat," Harry instructed, and his lover quickly obliged. Grabbing onto her ass, Nat pounded away, impaling Nym on Harry's cock simultaneously. The man was busy playing with the bluenette's tits, his mouth sucking her nipples as he gave up the entire responsibility of fucking Nym.

The metamorph slammed her whole body down, mashing her front against Harry's, who wrapped his arms around her. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a ferocious kiss as they continued to pound away inside Nym's gushing cunt and tight ass.

"I'm… fucking hell… I'm close… too close, fuck!" Nym cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed through her in a wave of a torrential storm. Her body shuddered violently atop him as Harry clutched her tightly and pounded away with reckless abandon, vehemently chasing his release.

"Fucking hell," Nat whispered and forcefully pulled Nym away before throwing the strap-on to the side. Harry looked on with wide eyes as the strap-on was revealed, and his eyes widened further when he saw two dicks protruding in a V-shape.

"You… bloody hell! You were impaling yourself alongside Nym!" Harry whispered in amazement as Nat impaled herself on his cock and started to rock her ass furiously.

"I'm very close, baby. Fuck me. Shoot your seed in me, Harry. I know you're close. Fuck me, my love!"

Harry's eyes glinted and he grabbed her fleshy rear tightly. With a firm grip, he planted his legs on the ground and started to thrust mercilessly inside her. His orgasm was imminent, and so was hers, evident by her walls clenching around his cock.

Harry grunted and felt the head of his cock swell inside her, and Nat cried out in pleasure as her climax tore through her. She moaned at the feeling of his hot spunk splattering her inner walls. Rope after rope of his thick seed painted her insides, finding a familiar home in her hot furnace.

Exhausted, she dropped on top of him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her sweaty back. The entire basement was wafting in the smell of sex and sweat, the humidity being chased away by the runes inscribed all over the walls. The sound of panting filled the room as the three lovers slowly calmed their racing hearts down.

XXXXX

A willowy redhead slowly climbed up the steps of the basement, her heartbeat abnormally high, her knickers entirely soaked, and her fingers slick with her juices.

Her mind played the entire scene she had just witnessed as she absentmindedly licked her fingers clean. Only a week ago, she would have considered such an act gross, but after watching the trio downstairs on more than one occasion, she had come to realize that there was nothing gross about such an innocuous thing. After all, if taking someone's cock in one's mouth wasn't gross, how could tasting her juices be?

She had failed to convince Hermione to join her – the girl being too uptight and deeply rooted in her sensibilities and rationale of being against polygamy. Her loss.

Ginny had already decided that she wanted in. However, she had no idea how to go about it. It wasn't as if she could go up to Nym or that blonde lady and ask for an invitation card to the Harry Potter Harem.

The only option she had was to be blunt in her desires, but every time she thought of doing that, she chickened out.

'Some Gryffindor I am,' she thought to herself as she reached the living room. The entire floor was deserted. Her father was in the ministry, her mother up in her room taking a nap, the twins holed up in their room doing Merlin knows what, and Ron lazing around. She didn't need to think about Hermione. The girl must be in the library or their shared room, doing her homework.

Aimlessly, she walked until she almost collided with someone. Startled, she looked up and saw she had almost walked into the headmaster.

Quickly jumping away, she fought the furious flush that overtook her face and kept her gaze down.

Dumbledore smiled at the youngest Weasley, his eyes twinkling.

"Daydreaming – oh the perks of being young," he remarked with a chuckle. Ginny flushed even more before looking ahead. Her eyes widened when she saw none other than the Beauxbatons champion behind the headmaster.

"Uh…"

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Miss Delacour is the newest member of the Order, Miss Weasley. She will be staying here for the summer."

Ginny looked at the French girl, who smiled politely. She nodded absently.

The sound of footsteps prompted them to look towards the staircase, and Sirius came into view.

"Ah Albus, what brings you over?"

Dumbledore smiled.

"We talked about the new Order member. This is Miss Fleur Delacour."

Sirius nodded.

"I remember you from the Triwizard last year. Welcome, Miss Delacour."

Fleur nodded with a small smile. She had been clued into the truth behind Sirius Black's past and had had the time to come to terms with it, something she was thankful for. It would've been embarrassing to react predictably.

"We shall see each other in the meeting, Sirius," Dumbledore remarked, before flooing away.

"If you'll follow me, Miss Delacour, I'll show you to Nymmie's room," Sirius smiled, gesturing for Fleur to follow.

Ginny's eyes widened slightly at that.

"She's staying with Nym?"

Two pairs of eyes turned to look at her.

"Uh, yeah. That was the plan since the beginning. Earlier, only Miss Delacour here and Nymmie were supposed to share that room, but since it's a very big one, I decided to accommodate Nat as well. It's a good thing those two have become such good friends, right?" Sirius grinned.

Ginny stared at him before she caught herself and nodded.

"That's what I thought," Sirius smiled and turned to look at Fleur. "Come on, Miss Delacour. You'll really love those two women, and I bet you'll become as good friends with them as they have with each other."

Ginny choked on her spit at that proclamation as she watched the retreating back of Sirius and the French girl, with only one thought wandering in her mind.

'Just what is going to happen now…'

To be continued…

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