3 The Coven 0003

1st September 1996.

Within a carriage that was being pulled through the air by winged horses.

There were tens of small train compartments within the carriage that were populated by students.

Within one of the compartments, two seniors were enjoying their time together.

"Mhm~" The woman with platinum blonde hair moaned into her partner's mouth while sitting on his lap as they both made out. His hands were roaming all along her body, groping her as he pleased. Every time he brushed past a receptive spot, she would react by adding aggression into the kiss as she pushed her tongue against his.

As they enjoyed their time together, a click distracted the man, but the woman was too into the kiss to allow him to separate from her. She had her hands on his head, fingers tangled in his long messy hair, not allowing him to move away from her lips.

"Ahem, please show some decency." The newcomer in the carriage spoke French, "You are on the way to the most prestigious magical school in magical France. You must act the part." Her words seemed to finally bring the woman back to reality as she separated her lips from her partner.

"'Arry…" She said with such a sweet voice that it would suck the soul out of anyone who heard it, whatever their inclination. As evident by the hazy look that developed in the eyes of the newcomer woman who was chiding the duo.

As for the direct recipient of that soul-stirring voice, he smiled at the woman, "Stop messing with the poor girl…" He ran his fingers along her luscious blonde locks and rested his hand on her head, "She's probably one of the new Delegues, she's just doing her job."

The blonde pouted with dissatisfaction as the man gave her a light peck on the lips, "Happy?" He asked as the girl developed a beautiful smile on her face. One that no one but her man had the pleasure of gracing. Especially since normal people would already be unconscious before that due to the effects of her charm.

"Fine…" Her smile took a sly turn as she turned to look at the dazed woman. Her hair flipped and hit the man's face but he didn't seem to mind.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Celine…" She answered in a slurred tone.

The woman snapped her fingers as Celine's eyes regained clarity. She looked at the duo with fear in her eyes, but still spoke, "Y-you might be seniors, but the rules still have to be followed. P-please show some decency." She stuttered.

"I'm not familiar with you," The man spoke, "Are you an eighth-year?" He asked.

"Y-yes, senior." She stuttered out, still a little shaken up by the previous events. Her gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the mesmerizing blue eyes of the woman who was looking at her with an amused smile as if she were watching a show.

"I'm Harry." The man introduced himself, "A ninth-year." He then pointed to the woman in his lap, "And this is Fleur, my tenth-year girlfriend."

The girl's eyes widened in recognition as she recalled the advice of her seniors, 'I'm in trouble…' She realized as she looked at Harry and Fleur's smiles that looked almost predatory now.

"Sit with us." Harry gestured to the seat on the other side of the booth and invited Celine to sit, "You must be tired from having patrolled the carriages for the past hour."

Celine didn't want to take his offer, "I-it's okay, senior," She waved her hands, "I have people waiting for me in the Delegue compartment."

She stepped back and tried to escape from the apartment when she heard Fleur's soul-sucking voice once again, "Sit." That was all she heard, but her legs seemed to refuse her command to escape and she obediently sat down in the exact spot that Harry had gestured to.

"You love messing with people using your allure, huh?" Harry chided and lightly squeezed Fleur's waist.

"Hey…" She squirmed due to the ticklish feeling and said, "It's so much fun… Plus, it took me so much to gain this intricate control over it. I have to make all that time spent training it worthwhile." She mumbled.

Harry smiled and shook his head, "So what's it going to be this time?" He asked jokingly, "Embarrassing footage? Ruining the rest of her school life? Or something else?"

"Actually, I was instead thinking of getting ourselves an assistant," Fleur said, "Since we're going to Hogwarts for the Goblet of Fire this year, an assistant would undoubtedly be useful, don't you think?"

"You're being so thoughtful," Harry said before kissing Fleur's cheek, "But I would rather not have a doll of a girl following your commands blindly. How about we do some work and get her for ourselves legally?" He said.

"You're really into brunnets with a strict academic streak, aren't you?" Fleur teased Harry and traced her finger across his jaw, "Going after her so blatantly in front of your girlfriend."

"Don't act like you don't like it. You're the one who suggested it." Harry shrugged as he quickly turned his head and grabbed her finger between his teeth. After licking her naturally manicured-seeming fingertip for a few seconds while looking into her eyes, he freed her finger and said, "I can't leave my beautiful Veela dissatisfied, she would suck me dry." He said emphatically.

"Are you sure that you don't just have the hots for your mum?" She teased, "She only recently stopped dying her hair brown and let her natural red hair show after all. And she's a total academic nerd." She had a smile on her face as she said that.

Harry's expression darkened, "I think you need a spanking… A hard one."

"Even wanting to take the place of my late daddy…" Fleur acted sad, but her voice was as seductive and soul-stirring as ever, "You're such a brute. You've spanked me so many times in the last eight years that I've even started depending on you in that way… What a bad man."

Harry choked as he saw Fleur take things a bit too far by teasing him, "Always with Mr. Delacour…" He grumbled before looking up and giving a silent prayer to the man who left both his troublesome daughters in his hands.

"Hehe~" She giggled cutely, "I don't mind you taking his place, to be honest… Gabi already calls you daddy in her sleep. If it wasn't for Mom regularly talking to her about it, you might even have become her daddy."

"Please stop…" Harry gave up, "You win, okay? I'm not playing anymore. You always take it too far…"

"Quitter…" Fleur pouted and looked away, "Any other man would die to be called my daddy."

"I'd kill them before you called them daddy in the first place." Harry said with a possessive light in his eyes, "I'm your only option for a daddy now."

"You're going after my mother too?" Fleur gasped, "You really aren't going to let anyone escape from your clutches, are you?" She destroyed all of Harry's possessive momentum and made him choke on his words again.

At that time a knock on the door distracted both Harry and Fleur from their banter. Letting out a sigh of relief, Harry invited the newcomer in. Fleur finally stopped messing with him as an old lady entered the compartment with a cart.

"Your lunch is here, Mr. Potter, Ms. Delacour." She gave the both of them a light bow in greeting before setting the cart that was filled with a large number of food items in the center of the cabin.

"Thank you, Old Nan." Harry thanked the old woman who gave them a light nod before leaving.

"You ever think about what her name is?" Fleur asked as she grabbed a baguette before tearing off a bite and eating it.

"Who knows…" Harry shrugged, "Whenever we ask, she just tells us to call her Old Nan."

"Mm," Fleur fet a bite to Harry, "I guess."

"I think we should let our guest eat something too," Harry glanced at Celine who had been quietly sitting on half of the seat with a straight posture for the past fifteen minutes.

"Sure…" Fleur pouted before snapping her fingers.

"Get something to eat," Harry told the girl who had just come out of her daze, "We have a long journey to Beauxbatons."

"I-I already have my lunch ordered. It will be brought to my compartment." Celine knew that she was in a dangerous situation and tried to get away.

"Stay," Harry said with an insistent tone, "We don't mind sharing."

Celine gulped as she realized that she'd just messed up and was now stuck with these troublesome seniors, "I-if you say so."

She didn't dare to pick up anything and only sat back while moving closer to the window so she could look out.

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