Chapter 15

Almost two weeks later, and Fleur was still avoiding me.

It wasn't as if I was going out of my way to try and start a conversation with her, but at any instance where I was near her and she noticed, she would find some reason to leave.

As I sat at my house table for dinner, even now she was sitting as far away as possible while still siting at the Ravenclaw table.

Meh, she'll come around eventually, and I certainly wasn't going to force anything.

I'm pretty sure she isn't weirded out about my werewolf side, being a Veela herself she would understand the possible discrimination if it was made known and sympathize.

Even taking into account her avoidance, it never felt like she was afraid or disgusted by what she saw, just very very embarrassed.

And horny.

The looks she still gave me when she thought I wasn't looking couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

So yeah, I'm just going to wait for that problem to solve itself.

As everyone seemed to be finishing up, and some people started to get up to head off to other places, Dumbledore rose from his seat, and made his way to the podium.

The action itself as always attracted most peoples attention and the few people standing retook their seats.

Reaching the podium itself, Dumbledore doesn't even have to do anything before he just starts on whatever announcements he has.

"Before we head off for the evening, there are a few things I would like to bring to everyone's attention."

"First thing, there will be a yule ball scheduled for the evening of the 25th for those of 4th year and older." The news of a ball causing most girls to start to whisper to each other, giggling and gossiping.

"Those of a lower year can attend if invited by a 4th year or older student, otherwise there will be some entertainment provided in another part of the castle." He continues on.

"Otherwise, you may sign up for the train as usual to spend your yule with family at home."

As Dumbledore continued on with more information regarding the ball, and the few other announcements he had, I thought about my own situation.

Having multiple 'girlfriends' was going to be a bit of a problem.

I would need to talk to Dumbledore or McGonagall and see if it is even possible to take more than one date, since there still are bylaws in the school charter for situations of couples with more than 2 involved.

Something I would need to take care of tomorrow at the latest, what with the looks I was getting from Hermione, Rose and even Diana.

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Thankfully the next morning was the start of the weekend, so as the early riser's left to get breakfast, I found myself heading towards the Headmaster's office, hoping to catch him before he left to get some food himself.

Catching him as he was leaving past the gargoyle, I flagged him down, his steps slowing for me to catch up.

"Professor." I greet him with a nod, receiving one back.

"Is there something I can help you with my boy?"

"Yes." Our pace was rather sedate, so we had plenty of time before arriving at the great hall. "In case you haven't noticed, I have found myself in the position of having the attention of more than one girl focused on myself."

The twinkle in his eye as he gives me a pointed stare tells me everything I need to know about that.

"Yes." I repeat myself with a cough. "With the announcement of the Yule Ball, I wanted to know if there was anything in regards to taking more than one date."

Dumbledore seems to take his time answering, gaze slightly distant as he reminisces about the wonders of youth.

As we are about halfway to our destination, his focus returns to me.

"While there isn't anything directly stating as such, I am sure doing so will still bring much attention to you and your dates." His gaze tightens a little as he further adds. "Are you all sure you would wish to bring such attention upon you?"

"I'll find that out when I ask them I suppose."

I certainly was beyond caring what others thought, though I am sure most people would be either jealous or scandalized.

As fate would have it, our path crossed both Hermione and Rose, as we descended down the main stairs just to the entrance of the great hall.

Seeing me, the two halted their conversation, coming up to my side.

Dumbledore gave me a nod, before heading in through the doors, as I motioned to the two to follow me around the corner.

The looks I received gave me the impression they knew exactly what I wanted to talk to the two of them about.

Taking a moment to whisper a few charms to prevent others from listening in, I turned to my two girlfriends.

"Hermione," I turn back and forth between the two. "Rose, would the two of you grace me with your presence as my dates for the yule ball?"

Rose just nods her head, happy to be going, while Hermione also nods, but has a conflicted look on her face.

"Is it even possible to take us both?"

I give her a smile, taking both into a hug with an arm each. "Yes, I just got done checking that exact thing with the Headmaster on the way here."

Hermione nods her head into my shoulder, as Rose rubs her hand against my back.

"What about Diana?" Rose asks after a moment, getting Hermione's attention as well.

"Do we want to advertise her association with us?" I question her. "She's practically an outcast in Slytherin as it is, but this might cause some waves for her."

Hermione agrees with me, rolling the entire thing around in her head. "It might cause problems, but we should leave the decision up to her, she might not even want to go."

As the two girls pull away, she adds further. "There's also the option she can go by herself, and you could have a few dances with her while we wait."

Rose seems agreeable to that, as the conversation grows to a close, the three of us walking back to the great hall.

"I'll find some time to ask her about it later today, sometime before the Hogsmeade trip."

The two head to their table, as I do the same, but before we even make it a few steps, we notice the giant commotion going on further down the hall.

Ron it seems has jumped at the chance to find a date for the ball himself, currently strutting up to Fleur.

The closer he gets to her however, the more and more he ends of fidgeting as he gets closer to her passive aura.

Or it could be the nerves, who knows.

Arriving behind her, it takes the looks of the girls sitting across from her to notice him, and as she turns around, the look on her face shows her disgust at his interruption.

Ron stands there for almost a minute, just staring at her as she grows more and more annoyed.

Finally, something seems to snap him out of his daze, as he abruptly shouts out for the entire hall to hear, drawing the attention of practically everyone.

"BALL!" He screams out, nerves, or something just causing him to panic. "ME?!"

Honestly, his attempt is horrible, not even properly asking a question, just gesturing between them, hoping it's enough to get his point across.

Fleur seems to have no trouble guessing where this is going, and her answer is as obvious as everyone would think if asked.

Turning up her nose, a look of disgust crossing her features, she decides to not even give him an answer, scoffing and turning back around to her fellow classmates, ignoring Ron entirely.

The laughter and derision that erupts from pretty much everyone in the room, causes Ron to flush red, and flee back to his table.

As he passes me, his face grows even redder, but in anger, as he seems to see the amusement in my eyes and smirk, though he gives no comment and just continues to his seat.

As I see him sit and begin to find solace in his hunger, I turn back to go to my own seat.

However yet again I am interrupted, this time by Fleur, who seems to have been directed at my arrival by the girls in front of her.

Shyly, she had gotten up, bringing attention back to her as she slowly walks up to intercept me.

As the roles are reversed, and it is now me waiting for what she has to say, I notice the hall quieting also waiting.

Thankfully it only takes her a moment to ask her own question, though to the disappointment of those nearby, she just asks to speak to me outside real quick.

Having an idea this is also about the ball, and having little problem acquiescing, I turn around and walk back out the doors with Fleur beside me.

I notice on my way out that Ron has stopped stuffing his face, it once again being red in anger as he sees me having a better outcome than he just had.

As the two of us walk around the corner, she takes a moment to organize her thoughts, before she takes out her wand to put up a few charms to not be overheard.

Deciding to follow along, I add a few more myself, just in case.

As she finishes, she turns to face me proper, her nerves seemingly settled.

"I uh." She seems to hesitate on how to start, before just pushing forward.

"After the first task," Her gaze wanders around, even with the area covered in multiple silencing charms. "I noticed you heading off to an empty room with that girl following you around."

She finishes in a slight whisper, head lightly lowered at the admission.

"I also couldn't help but follow myself, finding you two as you," She seems to swallow a lump stuck in her throat, as if the words she is speaking are causing her to reminisce about the things she saw. "had your way with her…"

She seems to trail off, unsure of how to continue.

"So we had a little voyeur hmm." The blush on her cheeks rise at my words. "How did that make you feel?"

"Huh?" Her eyes snap to mine, expecting a different reaction to her admission.

Stepping closer, her feet retreat as her back comes up against the wall nearby, my taller form looming above her predatorily.

As I bring my hand to her chin, I rub my thumb over her lips, her eyes widening at my actions, but giving no signs of hating them.

"I have to admit, I already knew you were watching." My admission causes her to freeze, some panic entering her frame even though she had already confessed to peeping.

"I saw you fleeing as you almost stumbled through the door, justified as you were seeing my other half."

At the mention of my furrier side, her embarrassment abates as her curiosity replaces it.

"What was that." Her voice practically vibrating in wonder. "Ever since arriving, I've felt a pull, a call, to you that I had been unable to explain."

Nodding I let her continue to voice her vexation. "I'm sure it's no secret as to my own heritage, I am reminded enough myself as is with all the stares and judgment even at home."

"But I have never heard of or encountered something as what I saw in that room or of such a reaction I have been having." One of her hands have by now come up to hesitantly brush against my jaw.

"The circumstances behind that would be too long to explain fully with the little time we have, though I am sure we can find some time later for me to explain further."

At the somewhat reminder to the reason for us even being out here in the first place, she hastily withdraws her hand as her gaze once again lowers.

"As you may have noticed, my allure makes it difficult to interact with others, and finding someone like yourself capable of resisting it is a rare thing indeed."

"I'm sure it's a challenge." I comfort her, lowering my hand to lightly grasp one of her own.

"It is." She agrees as she continues on. "Not accounting for the unexplainable connection we seem to have, I find myself strongly attracted to you, and even though you are with that girl, I wish to see if there can be something between us."

Raising her eyes back to my own she asks the question I figured she had been working herself up to asking from the start. "Would you go with me to the upcoming ball, and perhaps see if there could be something more?"

"You do realize, that I am seeing more than just Diana yes?"

At my correction, she winces slightly. "Potter and Granger, I believe?"

"Yes." I nod.

"I wasn't sure, but I thought it possible." She concedes, shaking her head. "The amount of time I have seen you spending with both had the thought cross my mind, though your actions with Diana made it seem you were only with her."

"Rose and Hermione aren't quite ready for things to progress as far as I am with Diana just yet, though all three know about each other."

"That's good I suppose." She seems to ramble, possibly thinking I am about to let her down with the fact I am already seeing more women than she previously thought I was.

"That said." Her gaze snaps to mine, focused on my words. "You will need to speak with both Rose and Hermione regarding your request, I have already agreed to take them to the ball, as well as planned to speak to Diana about her own plans."

She is obviously not thrilled about my non answer, but certainly is happy to not hear an outright no.

Rolling my answer around for a moment, she comes to some kind of decision.

Looking back up at me, she surprises me by following in Hermione's footsteps as she grabs my face, pulling me into an extremely heated kiss.

The two of us spend the next minute just attacking each other's face, my hands sliding down to grip her ass as she runs her own through my hair.

I decide to take the time to add a few of my usual charms to her, before pulling back.

"I'll let the two of them know to take some time to talk to you in the next few days, and you can let them know about what you have told me."

Fleur just nods her head, one hand brought to her lips as she takes a moment to fully commit her actions to memory.

Turning around to reenter the hall, I decide to be my usual self, slapping her on the ass just before she enters.

'Smack!'

Her little 'eep' and blush draw the attention of those nearby the entry way, as Fleur scampers back to her fellow students, no doubt about to be barraged with questions.

My actions are certainly noticed by Hermione and Rose, and deciding to follow through with my words as soon as possible, I head over to the two real quick.

Leaning down to Hermione I whisper in her ear. "Fleur would like to speak with you two sometime soon. She'll explain everything to you both."

Hermione just nods, a slightly pinched look on her face as she turns to let Rose know.

Turning back around to finally head and get some breakfast for myself, I notice Ron glaring at me as I walk away.

"The fuck was that about." I hear him ask the two girls, causing my steps to slow.

"Ronald!" Hermione admonishes him, pulling away from repeating my message to Rose. "Language!"

He however, is having none of it. "I'll use whatever 'language' I want, now answer the question."

His slightly raised voice begins to draw attention, as Hermione reacts poorly to his demand.

Rose however, beats any response she has.

"That's no way to talk to your friends Ron." Rose looks like she is about to comment further, but Ron cuts her off.

"Friends are we?" By now, everyone around the three are watching on, as his voice grows louder. "Last I checked, friends hang out together, friends help each other."

Hermione scoffs, thinking about his probable definition of helping to mean helping 'him' when 'he' needs it, and not the other way around.

"We hang out whenever we have the time Ron." Rose continues on, trying to remain reasonable. "But we both have other friends to spend time with, as do you."

"You mean you spend time with him!"

"If by him, you mean Jacob, then yes, he is also our friend." Rose has no problem admitting as such, Hermione silent in anger but nodding her agreement.

"Friend?" Ron scoffs. "The way he acts with the both of you, you can hardly call that just being a friend."

"And what would be wrong with such a thing." Hermione decides to add.

Shock and disgust fill his face, the mere thought of such a thing horrid in his mind. "A beast like him shouldn't even be here, much less entertaining the thought of touching either of you."

Not liking the way he is implying, both Rose and Hermione reel back.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asks, Rose still shocked at his allusion to being what I am.

"You're my friends, he has no right to try and get between us, and after all the help I've given over the years I-"

"What help exactly have you given us Ronald." Hermione cuts him off, Rose still speechless at his insinuations.

"Because from our point of view, the only help that has been given is from us helping you barely pass your classes and it's a wonder you have even been able to continue each year." She is on a roll, finally having a chance to air her grievances.

"And the audacity to say you have the right to tell us who we can and can not spend time with!" By now the hall is silent, the professor's actually present wondering if they should step in or not.

"I have every right!" Ron screams, jumping to his feet to tower above the girls.

Deciding to do something myself, I make my way over to do something about it, but not before things grow fully out of control.

"Perhaps we should all-" At the sound of my voice, Ron turns around at me seeing how close I am, shoves me backwards.

"Bugger off you half-breed!"

"Ron!" Rose half screeches, appalled at his words.

"He's a fucking werewolf, a beast, who doesn't deserve to be here much less perv on my girl!"

The silence that follows is deafening, as Ron stands there panting in rage, seemingly about to draw his wand and attack me, seeing me as the cause of all his problems.

"Discounting the fact that many can attest to seeing me for years during full moons, what makes you believe such a thing." I decide to calmly ask in denial, figuring it was only a matter of time before he did something like this.

"We all saw you change!" He shouts back at me. "When Lupin changed the night your father attacked me!"

"Okay first, my father was after Pettigrew who was pretending to be your pet rat." Still calm, I play things off to further paint Ron as the idiot he is.

"Second, as I have said, numerous people have seen me during full moons, when werewolves go through their change."

Both Hermione and Rose have stood up by now, coming around the table in some vain attempt to stop the entire thing.

"We both know you can change whenever you want!" As our confrontation continues, McGonagall has finally risen from her chair, sight set on the four of us.

Raising my hand, I shift it through a few different colorations, even growing a claw with fur before returning it back to normal, just like I did that night.

"I am a Metamorph Ron." I state evenly, even as I notice the interest enter some of the girls eyes at the rare trait of my house, no doubt picturing all the things I could do with such an ability.

"You know that's not what I'm referring to!" Wand in hand, Ron looks close to forgoing words entirely.

His head snaps to the side however, as Hermione has seemed to have had enough, hand flashing out in a slap.

Tears in her eyes, she flees the hall, my hand reaching out.

Ron stares blankly for a moment before swinging his head back around, only for it to snap to the side again, this time Rose being the one to slap him.

The shock of her actions however do not phase him enough for her to follow Hermione, His hand reaching out as his fist crashes against her face in a back hand.

"You bitch!" Ron rages, his wand swinging in her direction as her glasses bounce off the table, and a few nearby girls jump back with shouts of panic.

His wand flies out of his hand however, when my fist meets his face and his head slams into the ground, bouncing back once before he lays there motionless.

"Mr. Black!" McGonagall exclaims, having just now arrived.

"Worth it." I mutter before reaching down to comfort Rose, wand out to handle the swelling of her face, the hit barely missing her eye.

Hermione is now next to us, having heard Ron's shout and rushing back to find both him and Rose on the ground, her glasses shattered on the floor in front of her.

With all that has happened, Dumbledore and Snape have also arrived, Snape floating Ron up to follow the rest of us as the professors escort us to the Hospital Wing.

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"Detention, for the both of you."

Things obviously hadn't gone over well for Ron and myself over what had happened, McGonagall appalled and outraged at the entire thing.

"But-" Ron tries to argue, as Madam Pomfrey wands her wand around his own eye, getting rid of the swelling from my punch.

"For the next 3 months." McGonagall's decision however is made up, not willing to argue about the decision.

As far as I am concerned, it is a little unfair, but Hogwart's can't be seen doing nothing after what happened in full view of all three schools, during such a time.

"What about the ball?" I ask, the only point of contention I have.

McGonagall seems to take a moment to think about it before sticking to her guns, as it were.

"You both will be forbidden from attending."

Ron obviously could care less, but both Rose and Hermione shout out in denial.

"The champion for Beauxbatons had just asked me to attend with her." My words causing Ron to look at me in shock and outrage. "What am I to tell her."

Both girls give me a slight look of confusion, though refrain from commenting.

Ron however, looks seconds away from screaming before Snape stuns him, resulting in the mediwitch giving him a glare.

Snape was clearly out of fucks to give as he ignores her grumbles, and she returns to treating her patient.

McGonagall though, seems to come up short, knowing herself that the champions and their dates will be opening the ball with a dance.

"She will have to find another date I am afraid."

"I don't know how well that will go over with her." I reply, walking over to the girls to explain trying to find a way for them all to still go.

"What are you two going to do in regards to Ron." I ask them.

"There's nothing to do." Hermione states coldly, glaring at the boy currently unconscious. "As far as I am concerned, he can sod off and leave us alone. His opinion has been made more than clear as to how he saw us and our friendship."

Rose nods in agreement, leaning into my side.

The doors to the hospital swing open, as Tonks rushes in, and seeing the three of us jogs over.

"I heard what happened." She rushes to get out we all look at her. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to do anything about it."

"It's okay." Both girls reply simply.

Tonks leaves them be as she turns to me. "Heard you got one hell of a hit in though."

I smirk as Hermione joins Rose in pressing into my side. "Damn right I did."

Tonks gives me a smirk of her own as she watches the two beautiful girls practically glue themselves to my chest and neck.

"Things seem to be looking quite alright for you Mr." She emphasizes her words with some eyebrow wiggles.

"You want in on this too?" I offer, smirk still on my lips.

As Tonks stutters over her reply, Hermione just sends me a blank look while Rose snorts.

Not hearing a no, I reach an arm over and drag Tonks into the hug, her arms flailing but making no moves to pull away.

After a few seconds she just admits defeat, giving mostly the two girls a hug, as she blushes with an occasional glance in my direction.

She doesn't stay for long however, as she makes excuses and scampers off to talk to the professors.

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As the four of us leave to head to bed, we are all surprised to find Fleur pacing outside the doors in the hallway, seemingly waiting for us.

Ron, having been in the process of stomping off, stutters to a halt as his eyes go glassy.

In her agitated state, her control of her allure had slipped and as she rounded on the three of us, even the two girls showed signs of being affected.

Pushing past Ron, she rushes at Rose, the action causing Ron to come back to himself and glare at the attention he sees me getting.

"Are you alright?" Fleur questions Rose, Ron leaving around the corner muttering curses to himself.

"I'm fine." Rose mumbles, a light blush on her face.

Fleur pulls her into a hug, causing Rose to panic, eyes wide and looking to me for help.

Leaving her to the wolves, I just stand back and watch, a smile on my face as Fleur fusses over the younger girl.

After a few minutes making sure everyone is fine, the four of us head off further into the castle.

Finding an empty room, I bring Fleur up to speed on the result of my actions.

"Then I am not going either." She eventually declares, putting her foot down as it were.

"The champions will be expected to open the ball Fleur, I don't think they will just accept your refusal to go."

"I don't care." Her mind made up, she comments further. "If they have a problem they can Va te faire foutre!" Slipping into French in her anger, Hermione snorts as Rose just stares in confusion.

"I wouldn't mind doing that if you're offering."

At my suggestion, Fleur pauses in her pacing face alight, as Hermione shakes her head.

Rose is still confused, though from the subtext can guess what we're talking about.

"Well." I break the silence with a clap of my hands. "If they won't let me attend their ball, I'll just have to make one for us instead. They didn't say anything about how to spend my time that night outside of the great hall."

All three girls perk up, the idea of having a personal ball just to themselves sounding real appealing.

"That is, if you three would be interested in such a thing." Turning to them, I stretch the last word, asking for their opinion on the matter.

Fleur just struts up, and brings me down into another fierce kiss, her allure once again slipping.

Rose decides she wants in as well, as she slowly walks up to show her agreement with a kiss of her own.

Hermione however, seems to pull herself together to voice a single comment before the atmosphere continues to ramp up.

"Just how many girls are you going to chase after!" She seems to question both me and herself.

At her words, Fleur seems to deflate slightly, unsure of herself.

"I admit." I sigh before continuing. "I didn't plan for this all to happen, but I can't exactly complain about the outcome."

"Typical." Hermione mutters, as she lightly glares at me.

Rose has little to say, still slightly affected by the allure and her opinion on the matter having been previously made quite clear.

She was just happy to be with someone who saw her as who she was, and not as the girl-who-lived.

Not to mention her own situation regarding her house, she had already made peace with the fact she would have to share me.

Giving a huff, Hermione stomps up to me, still giving me a pointed glare.

Standing there a few moments, she seems to deflate before pulling me into a kiss as well.

Seeing her actions, Fleur perks up, hope rising in her eyes.

As I hug the three girls, wondering how to mention this to Diana I decide to throw out one more comment.

"Pretty sure Tonks is interested too."

Hermione screams into my chest, hands bunched up and smacking my shoulders, as Rose and Fleur watch her in amusement.