Chapter 30: Fleur!

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It made perfect sense for her to avoid her husband.

After all, it might be a bit complicated to explain why she was wearing a semi-transparent dress with no underwear, complete with mussed up hair and hickeys trailing her neck.

I managed to slip inside before she could close the door. I knew I was playing it excessively safe by being present, as William Weasley should be completely impotent for a few weeks due to careful regimens of potions he was fed while he was in jail.

I didn't want to take any risk. Tonight was a critical part of my plan, and I wanted to be present in case an unexpected variable risked derailing my master plan.

Soon, we were at Fleur's bedroom, and I watched her change in a hurry, only stopping to cast a few healing charms to remove the hickeys from her neck, reducing herself from a supercharged sex angel to a boring housewife.

It was painful to watch her pulling back into her shell after watching her awakened, in all of her glory.

Still, it was the last slump before the climax, I consoled myself as I followed her downstairs.

However, when Fleur silently sneaked out of the back door, planning to enter from the front door once again to act like she just arrived, I chose to move directly to the living room.

William Weasley was sitting on the couch, a noticeably large pile of empty beer bottles next to him.

I smirked. It made sense for him to recharge through drinking, considering prison time was never enjoyable even with all improvements.

But that still hadn't changed the fact that Fleur was going to react to it negatively. She wouldn't say anything but she would avoid his close touch because she hated the smell of beer.

Even I knew that, and I met with Fleur less than ten days ago, with sporadic, albeit intensive, meetings after that.

My observation proved correct when Fleur stepped into the living room, walking towards her husband, but with her nose tweaked in annoyance.

"Bill, you're back," she said, trying to sound happy, but I could easily hear the undertone of disgust in her tone.

Still, she persevered and walked to her husband, leaning forward for a kiss, only to switch to a peck to his cheek at the last second.

William looked less than satisfied with the lukewarm welcome by his wife, but that was nothing against Fleur's expression against his next words.

"My mom is about to be here in a minute," he declared casually. I decided that I liked William very much. I couldn't come up with a better way to push Fleur away from him even if I tried.

The hostility between his mother and his wife was legendary, evidenced by the spark of anger that passed through Fleur's face even with the slightest reference to her mother in law.

Normally, I was planning to leave after making sure nothing would happen, but Molly Weasley's appearance changed things.

I decided to watch the spectacle which promised to be extremely amusing.

For the next four hours, I owed my life to the inventor of the silencing charm, as I would have probably cracked a vein if I tried to hold my amused cackling.

It was so ridiculous, watching William enjoying the pampering of her mother like he was still a child, playing passive whenever his mother carelessly insulted Fleur with barely concealed comments.

William kept his mouth firmly closed even with the topics that were clearly his fault, such as the thick stench of alcohol, and the pile of bottles on the ground, while Fleur was blamed for not taking care of him.

After that, I noticed that Fleur was more than happy to go to the kitchen, her disappearances taking longer and longer.

Her expression filled me with anticipation, as I could see her reflexively comparing every moment with the time she spent with me, a flicker of excitement appearing whenever she got a far-away look in the kitchen.

Fleur had an exhausted look when Molly finally left, but not before feeding William with a humongous amount of food to compensate for all the horrible food he had to eat in the prison.

"Should we move to the bedroom," William said with a clear excitement on his face, expecting his wife to share his enthusiasm, as if he actually thought she would be aroused after spending hours with in-laws, subjected to a variety of verbal insults, some covered, some direct, all without even the slightest protection from her husband… He was a real idiot, I decided.

I was basically doing a favor taking her off his hands so that he could return playing the rebel son of her precious mother.

"Let's go," Fleur said, her tone listless. William missed it though, a combined result of his drunkenness and his thickness.

Fleur climbed the stairs quickly, William following her with the occasional stumble.

But Fleur was already in the bathroom, behind the locked door, when William managed to stumble into his bedroom.

"Fleur, where are you?" he asked, his words coming across as an indecipherable slur.

"I'm in the bathroom, getting ready," she answered, using it as an excuse to gain some time, her tone shouting her reluctance, something that was missed by her drunk husband.

It must have been hard for her, thinking that she was martyring herself for her husband's safety, only to enjoy the attention of her blackmailer more than her husband.

"Okay, hurry up," William answered as he threw himself on the bed.

I readied myself to cast a sleep charm that would ensure his sleep for the next sixteen hours, only for his snoring to start before my intervention, his mother's cooking proving more effective than the sleeping charm.

Of course, I cast the sleeping spell on him nevertheless, not wanting to take the risk of him waking up and screwing up the plan midway.

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