The Coven 0011

"And yet you're still a virgin," Harry said with a sneer, "Now stop wiggling, or else we'll spend far longer than just an hour. I have more than enough invigoration draughts to last us the night."

"You're a horrible man…" Fleur's resistance died down at his threat and Harry was finally able to walk with her to the couch.

Looking at her sad pouty expression, Harry felt his heart race and couldn't help but kiss her nose, "Sure, I am." He agreed, "But this is the only way to get you to study subjects like Alchemy and Arithmancy efficiently."

"They're meaningless," Fleur complained and turned her face away, "I can't actually apply them in any way." She said.

"That's because you aren't good enough at Alchemy to use its concepts in your spellcasting," He said with a tone of, 'I've already said this to you hundreds of times.' He then continued, "Not to mention its uses in rituals and the sheer number of ways that different things interact with each other. I won't deny that Arithmancy is kind of annoying though. If it wasn't a mandatory class I wouldn't even be taking it."

"You're biased toward Charms and Alchemy," Fleur whined, "They're the only two subjects that you're good at."

"Hey, I don't mind Potions much either…" Harry defended himself and brought her to the couch right in front of the fireplace where it was warm. He sat down with her still in his arms such that she was sitting on his lap with her back to his chest.

"That's because it uses a lot of the concepts of Alchemy," Fleur rolled her eyes and wiggled her arms a little, "Hey, fix this rope. It's uncomfortable to sit like this…" She complained. Harry had tied the rope such that both her forearms were stuck close together. It was manageable when her arms were stuck above her head, but now that she brought them down, she found it extremely difficult to keep her biceps and shoulders from cramping.

"Sorry," Harry apologized and kissed her ear lightly while silently waving his wand a little. The rope around her arms shortened and merely kept her wrists tied up, "Better?"

"I'd rather have my arms free…" She said poutily, "It's not like freeing them would change much. I can still use my hands…"

"It's all about the psychological impact, honey," Harry said as he trailed his lips down her ear and to her neck. Sliding her silky platinum blonde hair to the side, he gently kissed her nape, making Fleur shiver. A few seconds later, he pulled away and summoned a book from their luggage, "Let's start with the gemstone properties, shall we?" Harry asked as the book floated in front of Fleur and himself and the pages flipped to the section that talked about gemstones.

Flipping a few pages further Harry opened a chapter that talked about the healing properties of gemstones, Harry read a couple of lines and spoke, "Tell me the properties of amethyst in healing," He then closed the book and made it float to the side before putting it on the desk. Fleur thought for a moment as Harry's hands started trailing along her body. He started by moving his hands over her clothes for a few seconds as Fleur thought of what to speak.

"Well…" Fleur gasped lightly as she felt him abruptly pull out her shirt that was tucked into her skirt, revealing her belly momentarily. She continued speaking as Harry slipped his hand under her shirt, slowly tracing it along her belly, "Its main focus is geared toward enhancing the body's self-healing abilities…" Harry continued moving his hand along her belly as she spoke about the properties of the stone.

A while later, he cast a spell to vanish her coat to be able to better access her body and Fleur immediately stopped speaking, "'Arry!" She looked at him angrily, "It was an expensive coat… You arse," She pouted.

"I have like ten extras in my trunk," Harry whispered in her ear, "Keep going."

"No," Fleur stood her ground, "It was one of my favorites."

Harry knew where she was going with this. Fleur didn't give two fucks about her coat, "We'll sneak out tomorrow to check out Lueurlune, okay?" He asked. Leurlune was the village close to Beauxbatons and had many different places to look around. The students could freely visit the village at appropriate times, but it was usually after the first month after everyone was sufficiently settled.

Hearing his words, Fleur smiled, "Good," She said, happy to get something out of Harry.

"Now continue," Harry said as his hand started its journey upwards from her belly. He brought his other hand to the waistband of her skirt and opened the button before slipping it inside, "You have three minutes to finish telling me about amethyst."

Fleur whimpered when she felt his palm trace along her pelvis and slip inside her panties. His fingers didn't even make contact with her slit yet and she felt like a fire was burning in her core, "The best way to use it is to grind it into coarse pieces of around a twentieth of an inch in size…" She started speaking while taking somewhat deeper breaths, wanting to go as quickly as she could.

Harry was taking his sweet time teasing and exploring his girlfriend's body. When he finally trailed his palm up to her chest, he gently grasped one of her breasts with his hand, spreading his fingers apart in all directions from her nub to make her feel a fleeting sense of touch that made her shiver, though she kept speaking without stopping. She knew it would only get harder for her to speak coherently sooner or later. As his palm pressed on Fleur's breast, he felt her nipple stiffening and traced his fingers along her skin in the opposite manner, bringing his fingers to the erect nub. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it between them, amplifying the heat in Fleur's abdomen further.

As for his other hand, when he stopped massaging her pelvis and traced it even lower, brushing his fingers against her slit, Fleur gasped as her eyes grew hazy for a moment before focusing and continuing to speak, "…octagrams are the most prominent way to use Amethyst directly if not used within a potion…"

"Already so wet…" Harry whispered in her ear as he felt the unbridled arousal that Fleur was currently experiencing, "If it wasn't for that bullshit pact with the colony, I would've filled you up years ago…" Fleur shivered at his words but didn't distract herself. She kept speaking about Amethyst as Harry chuckled in her ear, his warm breath making her feel ticklish as she turned her head a little, "A little incentive and you're already so motivated…"

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