Chapter 12: Fate!

Hey guys if u like the fanfic and want to read ahead by 10+ chapters or just want to support take a visit on my patreon.

(P).(A).(T).(R).(E).(O).(N)

http://patreon.com/Marin_kitawaga

~~~~~~~~

I shook my head, trying to focus on the moment. I wanted to ignore the insult, but being called a boy actually hurt more than anything else.

Still, I didn't give any sign of discomfort. After all, I was about to teach her that I was not a boy.

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley. You actually don't need my help. It has been determined that you had no role in assisting subversive elements, and you'll be let go a few hours later."

Her face was light in elation, but I mercilessly snuffed it. "Your husband, on the other hand…"

As expected, her elation disappeared as quick as it appeared, along with her casual dismissal of my presence.

"What about my husband?" she asked in a trembling tone, her earlier bravado completely absent.

"Tests has shown that his blood contains traces of lycanthropy, but whether the full curse took hold or not is inconclusive."

"And as the law dictates, he needs to be held under observation until the full moon in an undisclosed facility to make sure he doesn't fully transform."

"That's barbaric, you cannot do that," she exclaimed.

"Unfortunately, we can. Though I find it ironic that it's one of the laws sponsored by Dumbledore. Sometimes, fate is really a bitch."

She really was, otherwise, how could one explain my presence in this universe. It was as merciful as throwing a hungry shark in an aquarium filled with goldfishes.

I saw the despair on her face, and moved to the coup de grace.

"The clincher is, however, Lestrange is in charge of prisoner logistics. A man famous for his cruelty."

"A man, who received a really nasty injury at Hogwarts a couple months ago. I heard he was quite enthusiastic about putting your husband into Azkaban for a month."

I barely held back a laugh upon seeing the despair on her face. "And I don't need to remind you what he was famous for before a decade and a half years long stay in Azkaban…"

With my last words, she was barely able to hold her tears back. I wasn't surprised that Fleur swallowed the tale without any doubt.

After all, almost all the facts I listed there was correct. Even the law was there and Lestrange intended to use it.

Only, Lestrange didn't have a special grudge towards William Weasley. That, and I was the one that brought the lycanthropy law to his attention.

"Why are you here," Fleur asked, unable to stop a couple of tears sliding down her cheeks.

I decided I was really an evil bastard, after all, her tears made me only hornier.

There was a certain appeal in such a strong-willed woman, being forced into tears. I smiled, this was going to be even better than I hoped.

"I'm here to offer you an alternative," I said with a soft tone of a devil holding a contract that would bring salvation, for a price, of course.

I could see her struggling to keep the temptation of uttering the next words.

From my expression, she must have realized what I was about to ask, but the safety of her husband must have come first.

"What alternative?" she asked.

"I use my pull, and ensure he is being held in a decent facility with no angry Death Eaters or errant Dementors."

The next words were so reluctant, that she must have used a prier to dislodge them from her vocal cords.

"And what is the price?" I didn't even bother to utter a word, just pulled my pants down. "I cannot," she uttered.

"I'm a virgin, and I can't have my wedding night without my virginity."

An elation rose inside me, and I adjusted my plans on the fly.

I could easily blackmail her for it, but there was an option much more attractive, corrupting her until she willingly gave it to me. It would be much tastier.

"That's really impressive, prioritizing your virginity over the wellbeing of your husband." I continued before she could utter a word.

"But, I'm not without mercy, we can adjust things so that your virginity stays intact until your wedding night, but in return, you will serve me every three days until the full moon, which is in fifteen days."

"So, five sessions for your husband's well-being. What do you say, Mrs. Weasley." I took a breath, and added.

"And one to seal the deal of course," I said, pointing at my erect cock. "We cannot leave my little dragon like that."

The shock, anger, and sadness passed through her face, finally setting on the resignation.

I walked towards her, discreetly holding my wand. I was almost sure that her will was broken, but there was a significant difference between almost and certainty.

Still, I walked towards her bed, my cock dangling freely with each step. I stood in front of her sitting figure, my cock dangling at the same level with her mouth.

She surrendered, leaning forward, her lips parted.

A moan escaped me as I felt her lips pushing towards. With the rush from dominating her, her blank expression did little to reduce my excitement.

For today, physical surrender needed to suffice.

I still had five more sessions to take her soul. She started bobbing her head in a mechanical manner, showing little skill.

I was a bit surprised by her inexperience, even if she wasn't a virgin, I would expect her to be more skilled.

Magical France is supposed to be more liberal than Magical Britain, especially Veelas. Apparently, I managed to find the exception.

Still, I was happier with the case. After all, it meant she lacked the baseline experience to compare the actions of our sessions, leaving her to my tender attention.

I changed my plans regarding her once more. Initially, I wanted to just use her until I let go of her husband, but now, my plans shifted.

I wanted to own her even after defiling her completely. I wanted to make her a masterpiece.

~~~~~~~~

Hey guys if u like the fanfic and want to read ahead by 10+ chapters or just want to support take a visit on my patreon.

(P).(A).(T).(R).(E).(O).(N)

http://patreon.com/Marin_kitawaga