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The Will of Gil (Gilderoy Lockhart SI)

A 16-year-old boy wakes up in the bed of Gilderoy Lockhart, in the body of the man himself and he receives quite the warm welcome. Watch as he carves a path through the Wizarding World and learns esoteric magic, uncovers ancient secrets and solves magical maladies all the while enjoying himself to the max. This entire world will submit to his will, The Will of Gil. (MATURE THEMES)

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Chapter 43

Disclaimer: If you recognise it, surprise, I don't own it.

Chapter 22– Troubles.

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*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"AHH!" My companion for this morning and last night lets out a scream as Andi opens my office door and walks in calmly, stopping our current activities in their tracks. Well, making my companion stop as I would have been fine carrying on, actually I would have much preferred carrying since that is really the reason we are in my office.

"Gilderoy, please get your whore out of here. I need you to sign some documents, and we need to have our weekly morning meeting." Andromeda says, after nonchalantly opening my office door and then calmly insulting my paramour and waiting with the door open for her to leave. Her attitude is freezing cold, and she doesn't say anything more about the activities we were just performing, which is to be expected after the number of times she has witnessed it.

"W-WHORE? Gilderoy, who is this-" The woman I brought back to my office for some fun begins to shout, and I can already tell it would become a long tirade. Clearly, she does not understand that the only reason I even talked to her was so she could be some entertainment for me, and if she is not going to fulfil that purpose, then why would I continue to interact with her?

"Now, now, calm down..." I begin but pause when I realise I don't know her name. I wait a second before I realise that I can just delve into my mind and delve that information out from the recesses of my mind, but then the woman goes and saves me time by supplying the answer herself. "Samantha Cornwallis." The last name doesn't ring a bell, so I assume she is a muggle-born or a half-blood.

"Yes, Samantha, my dear. It seems I will be having to deal with the bureaucracies of the workplace, so I, unfortunately, cannot entertain your company any longer. Though I will send you a letter soon, and I hope for your reply soon." Samantha forgets Andromeda insulting her and turns to look at me coldly for a second until it turns to admiration and then into some other stuff before settling on a mixed emotion.

Samantha gives me a nod before she quickly picks up her clothes and uses a spell to put them on, and then leaves, giving Andromeda daggers as she does, which Andi ignores. I'm not too fond of the way that ended, and it left things too open for me to be comfortable, so I will be running down sometime soon to go erase her memories. She is feeling a bit slighted right now, and I don't want her to go and do something stupid and detrimental towards me running high on emotion.

I blame Andromeda for this since this is the first time I have had a result like this. Usually, it is just some embarrassment and disappointment that the fun times are over before they leave with positive emotions, and I will chase them down later to get rid of their memories of our time together. Except for this time, things got derailed because Andromeda insulted the woman and called her a whore, ending my interaction in the worst way so far.

"Andromeda, was there any need to be so rude to her?" Usually, she just coldly talked to me, ignoring the woman completely until they left. And even after that, she would refrain from talking about it and just get on with her job. This has been happening quite frequently, and to be honest, I am doing it on purpose because I get satisfaction out of it.

There have been multiple times that Andromeda has walked in on me, and I did it because I realised that the contract prevents her from telling my secrets, and she is locked into it. So I took advantage of that to mess about with her like this, and over time she just got used to it, but this is the first time that she behaved like this. Andromeda is cool and calm, and she was again in this case, but something must have pushed her over the edge, and I don't think it was me because I pull this stunt all the time.

"I have constantly been knocking for the last few minutes, to no response. So forgive me if I was a bit annoyed, Gilderoy." She says shortly, very much not apologising and instead making her grievances known though I still have the feeling she is taking out some unrelated anger on me right now. But, of course, I knew about the knocking. I hear it every time, but I just ignore it because it is fun to see her silently fume after barging in on me since we were getting late for our meeting.

"Sorry, Andi. I just get so caught up in the moment, and I don't hear you knocking." I say, giving a half-ass excuse that even she knows isn't true, provided by the way she stares at me. To be honest, I only do this kind of thing with Andromeda because I can't really take it any further. Andromeda is a happily married woman, and while I am a selfish horny piece of shit that wants to get in every nook and cranny of the wizarding world, I won't go that far.

I like Andromeda. I really do. After these past few months of working together, I have learned so much about her, and I like what I see. She is cool and collected most of the time, but she has a good sense of humour and can crack a wicked joke when the atmosphere isn't too serious. When we are out for lunch and not at work, she lets loose and has fun, but when the situation calls for it, she can be downright ruthless and unrelenting.

Over the last few months, when we have seen and interacted with each other pretty much every day, I have gained a significant attraction to her, one that doesn't even rely on her beautiful features too much. Sometimes I can only relent that I didn't become Gilderoy when he was back in his Hogwarts days; since then, she would be free. But right now, she is a happily married woman with a daughter, and I might be a bastard, but I don't go around ruining lives, which is why I mess around with her like this.

Having had a life where I did not have any family at all, with no support or love and then gaining memories of being absolutely adored and spoiled by my family, I have weird and intense issues when it comes to the subject. I might have used the excuse of wanting to have a family when it came to stopping being an author and settling firmly back into England and stopping the bogus adventures, but that is something I want eventually. Not right now, as I would like to get out there and really enjoy myself for a while, but eventually, one day, I would want that sort of thing. This is why I will not go and ruin a family, at least not one based on love or with young children.

"You hear me knocking, and I know you do. And yet you ignore it, waiting for me to come in, or else you will never open the door or stop for me. You do it on purpose. Why?" Andromeda says, whatever has been bugging her out of work had pushed her to the limits, and my actions just now made her patience stray, and she snapped, unfortunately, at me. Really, I am not sure just why I do this to her. I really like her, but she has a happy family life, so I won't ruin that, but I can't let go of my attraction to her so easily, either.

After the first time when she accidentally caught me with that woman, whose name escaped me, but I knew she liked pink, I realised that this was the closest I was going to come to her. So I continued it on purpose, knowing there would be no consequences with the magical contract in place, and yes, it might be weird and strange and kind of fucked up, but I guess I am as well, considering my circumstances and I live in a world of magic so who gives a fuck. But now that she is straight up questioning me on it, I don't think I will be able to continue doing this in the future.

"Haha, alright, you got me. As for why? Well, why not? You are a beautiful woman Andromeda, and that exasperated look and the way you fume at me is seriously adorable. So, of course, I can't help but continue to tease and mess with you like that when you give such great reactions. Plus, I think I might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink, which is great becomes it matches up perfectly with your voyeurism kink." So I explain and then try and joke around at the end, trying to finish on a lighter note and get her focused on that instead of my attraction to her.

I don't actually have an exhibitionist kink, though I am unsure about Andromeda having a voyeurism kink. After all, I am not messing with her or forcing her to open that door. She could just wait or skip the meeting. We could even do the meeting after I finished and got bored. She makes that decision to come barging on in, and no one is forcing her to do that. I haven't messed with her mind or influenced her at all. This situation happens consistently, and yet she comes in every time. She complains a little afterwards but then completely forgets about it, though today she snapped for some reason.

"I-I don't have a voyeurism kink!" She shouts, shocked at my accusation and playing perfectly into my hand like I wanted her to. "W-Whatever, Gilderoy. Just stop it, okay? This is work, so let's behave purely professionally when we are here from now on, okay?" Andromeda says to which I nod my head, agreeing with her request. I was assured of her never leaving my company or quitting because she had signed the magical contract, but that doesn't mean she couldn't get upset, and I don't want to strain the relationship between me and my current second in command.

"Honestly, why me? I am not beautiful. I am an old lady with a grown-up child now. You are constantly sleeping with young women and have your pick of the crop. So why are you making fun of me?" I hear Andromeda quietly mutter to herself under her breath, clearly not meaning for me to listen to it, but I do anyway, and I am shocked at what I hear. I observe her for a moment, wondering whether I should speak up and say something, and when I look at her, I can see that she is very sad for some reason and she seems to have lost some confidence in herself, and I can't let that rest. If she isn't beautiful, then I want her to introduce me to the women she thinks are because they must have the face of angels.