I held my breath as I apparated to my target. I was doing my best to keep the noise from the apparition as low as possible, because being caught came with results I was unwilling to live through. Several of my plans depended on today's success. Thankfully, Grimmauld Place was large enough so I could be reasonably sure there wouldn't be anyone in the attic.
Almost anyone, I corrected myself a second after completing the apparition, seeing Kreacher appear a few feet ahead of me, his hand raised to blast any intruder that dared to attack the sanctity of the Black Residence. "Kreacher, it's me," I spoke in a hurry, hoping for him to realize my identity before I ended in a nasty collision with the wall.
"Young master," Kreacher said, his attitude shifting completely from an angry tiger to docile housecat. I didn't understand how stupid public could waste the potential of house elves, impressively magical, utterly loyal, yet so easy to please. But no, most magicals were happy to treat them in a way that would be approved by a Southern Slave owner, and for no reason at all. They were perfectly happy as servants, for god's sake.
"Hello, Kreacher, how are you today?" I asked, a soft smile on my face. The shock that quickly replaced by gratitude and devotion was even enough to tug my blackened heartstrings. I could see him trying to find words to express himself, but holding back due to what he deems acceptable behavior, so I continued with my words. "I have found the amulet, but I need to keep it for a while trying to discover how to destroy it, do you understand?" Having information about people's deepest secrets was totally overpowered.
"Young master wants to destroy it!" Kreacher exclaimed in happiness. "Kreacher tried to hard, but he always failed. Stupid elf," he said, punching his own head in punishment.
"Kreacher, enough!" I ordered, hoping that he would listen to it, despite my lack of magical authority over him. Luckily, he did so before alerting the other occupants in the room. "Kreacher, I need your help," I started explaining. "To be able to destroy the amulet, I need to have access to the certain items, and to find them, I need to sneak into their rooms, and if you see me, you might be obliged to stop me. So, I want you to keep away from me, can you do that?"
Just as I expected, it took almost no time for Kreacher to get my point, and to nod in approval. After all, the elf was clever enough to contribute to a scheme that killed his own master despite the magics that were supposed to be against it. "Good," I continued. "Also, I need to sneak into someone other than your current owner's room, and stay there undetected. I need you to arrange there would be no visitor to distract me." Again a nod arrived. The guy was the perfect butler, always accommodating without any pesky questions. I made a note to myself, to arrange his ownership as soon I stopped needing an insider in the Grimmauld Place. Kreacher was the perfect ally I needed, utterly loyal, deceptively smart, and unencumbered by any pesky morals.
It was the late night, and all occupants were supposed to be asleep. But still, I cast a few spells around myself, disillusionment, sound dampening, and a few others to support my concealment. Then I whispered the spell to reveal the location of the humans in the building, highlighting the position of three occupants of the house. My luck rang true, and the first room I checked belonged to Harry Potter. I cast an underpowered stunning spell to his motionless form, wanting to make sure I was able to find the items that were supposed to be here. Then, I pointed to his trunk and whispered. "Accio Marauder's Map, Accio Invisibility Cloak."
Both items flew towards me, leaving me smiling in satisfaction. I could sense a subtle but potent feeling in the cloak, one that sent chills through my body. After a couple of diagnostic spells, I have dispelled the tracking spells over it, and pulled another invisibility cloak from my pocket. Several spells from the Elder Wand made sure it looked the same from a physical perspective, and a few more spells created a duplicate for the map, just giving the illusion of working, of course. I made sure to pick several stray hairs just in case they came useful, and left the room.
A smile was on my face as I left the room, one of the Hollows, the Invisibility Cloak over me. I hoped that the fact that I actually stole it would help to gain its allegiance, which was contextually linked to the invisibility. It made sense, considering disarming worked with the Elder Wand. For such deadly artifacts, they were definitely fickle.
Then, I continued towards the second target, only to find a sleeping Ron Weasley, with a copious amount of droll. I barely held back a facepalm. The guy was in the same house with his girlfriend after a mortal danger, facing an unclear future, and chose to sleep in a different room instead of leveraging the perfect moment to get into her pants. "Idiot," I murmured. He really deserved losing her. I stole a bunch of hairs, then, I moved to the third occupied room, my heart beating with excitement.
I carefully pushed the door open, and saw the sleeping figure of Hermione Granger, illuminated by moonlight. Even wearing unflattering sleepwear, her impressive figure showed beautifully, her pretty face peeking through her messy hair. I licked my lips in anticipation, suppressing a spark of arousal. As much as I was tempted to relieve myself with a surprise assault, there was no fun in that. She was a strong, willful girl, and I wanted to take that down piece by piece, forcing her to actually chose her road to descent.
Instead, I went through her personal items. After careful consideration, I have covered several of her items that weren't likely to be shared, like her hairbrush, and her feminine products, with several potions and oils, as well as a few subtle arousal-inducing spells. None of the additions I had made was particularly strong, but some of them would increase her arousal in a way that couldn't be reduced by masturbation, while a couple of them, enhanced by the hairs I just picked, would sharply decrease the lust she felt towards Weasley and Potter. The last thing I needed was to train her, only to be snatched by those idiots, after all.
Then, I left the room before the temptation had become too much for me to bear. Then, I walked back to the attic, and apparated out, going back to my room to continue my sleep. I wanted to be in the top form for Fleur's visit.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs. Weasley," I said with a cheerful voice towards the alluring beauty that stood in front of me. She was beautiful despite the ugly, conservative clothing she wore, a high-necked shirt and a thick robe, a pair of thick trousers visible around the ankles. Her face contorted in anger, but she held back a retort. I had no doubt she wouldn't try to hold it back, but I seemed to earn a bit of reprieve after the debacle with her sister.
She stood ahead of me, with her hands wringing the hem of her robes as the only outward reflection of her nervousness. For a minute, she stood silent. "Why are you resorting to blackmail. Can't we just stop this?" she asked a trembling tone barely above a whisper.
"Come on, Mrs. Weasley," I said. "Let's keep our terminology straight. Blackmail requires me actively threatening you with an action." For example, the next step of my plan included a copious amount of it through the contents of the camera that was currently recording, to be used in case my first approach failed. "What we are doing is just a transaction. You want a certain service to be conducted, I proposed I price, and we concluded a deal. Let's not cheapen it with such accusatory terminology."
The spark of anger returned to her face. I was glad to see the desire to fight bright in her eyes, it would make only tastier when I broke her to my tastes. "Of course," she said between her clenched teeth.
"Good, then why don't you have some refreshment before we start. You are going to need it." She looked like she was about to reject, so I added. "I insist."
A resigned expression appeared on her face and she walked towards the small cocktail table with the refreshments on, an action she would never do without the debacle with her sister. Still, I could see her discreetly drawing her wand and testing the food. A good idea, I approved, but not paranoid enough. I made sure to keep everything on the table clean, this time dosing both my lips and my cock, not to mention a small capsule in my mouth, filled with lust potion. "Thank you," she mumbled as she nibbled on some of the lighter side dishes, just enough to be not to be completely rude. Then, she left the table, and sat next to me.
I chuckled at her limited act of defiance, then patted my lap, wordlessly calling her towards me. She continued to sit, then I quirked my eyebrow. She looked hesitant, so I patted my lap once more. This time, she stood up, and walked towards me in hesitant steps. But then, she just stood, showing no intention of sitting. So, I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my lap, directly onto my erection.
Her mouth opened in protest, an opportunity I would loathe to miss. So, I leaned and captured her lips in an aggressive embrace. I could feel her freezing in shock, not that it created any kind of impediment for me. I continued my kiss until she tried to pull back, and only then I placed my hand on her neck, keeping her in place. She started struggling, and I pushed the capsule between my teeth, breaking it through the pressure. Then, I pushed my tongue, covered with the potion from the capsule, into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around mine, trying to push back. It didn't work as she hoped, instead mixing the potion with her saliva throughly.
I allowed her to pull back after making sure the potion was already in her system. "What the hell was that," Fleur exclaimed.
"Well, Mrs. Weasley. You were being a bit slow, so I decided to help you to get in the mood. But if you are enthusiastic about the next step, I'm happy to accommodate." I didn't wait for her response to reaching my zipper. My hand sneaked under her leg, and a tug later, my cock hung out, pressing her crotch, though impact reduced due to thick clothing she wore. She jerked away like she was burnt, though I was satisfied to see her gaze lingering over my cock, especially since the potion was yet to take its effect. "You can go for refreshments again if you are not comfortable starting right away," I said.
Of course, I had more important reasons than altruism in giving her time to cool herself. First, any drink she had would allow most of the potion to seep into her bloodstream. More importantly, it would give the potion enough time to affect her. I intentionally kept my cock out of my pants as she sampled several food and drinks. It was subject to several fleeting glances from her, though I was happy to notice the duration of those gazes lengthened with every passing minute.
"Are you ready to start, or should I come there to assist you?" I asked, earning another deep blush coupled with an angry glare. Nevertheless, she walked towards me until she was just a foot away from me, then she slowly lowered herself to her knees. If I was a virgin, the angry glare she sent to me -covered by a layer of arousal triggered by the generous application of chemicals- would be enough to trigger a premature release for me. Unluckily for her, I wasn't one, so she had a long job ahead of her.
Her gaze was lowered after one last piercing gaze trying to pin me on the wall. I could see her breaths becoming shallower despite her best efforts to keep it even, or failing that, hidden. For a moment, a melancholy hit her, and she looked like she was about to beg for freedom, but I moved my hand, a subtle reminder about my willingness to take the lead if she dallied much longer. Resignation popped back to her face, and she leaned forward.
A gasp escaped my mouth as soon as her lips touched my shaft. The feeling of her lips was a touch hotter than normal, a biological factor assisted by her unique Veela heritage. She slid her head down until barely a third of my cock was inside her mouth, then she pulled back, only to push down a moment later. Her movements were mechanical, lacking a spirit of arousal. I was tempted to grab her head in an iron grip, and fuck her throat until it was too sore to eat. But I held back my hand. I was curious about the effects of the latest potion. Technically, even the three potions I had used on her shouldn't have enough effect to shift her attitude from frigid to arousal, even accounting for the vulnerability of her Veela Heritage. Of course, things were different if I managed to trigger a bit of arousal in her potionless state. Given a fertile bed to grow, the potions' effectiveness would be much higher.
A few minutes had been enough to show my hope was not in vain. Her movements soon lost their mechanic characteristics as her movements quickened just a bit. She started to go deeper, not enough to truly satisfy me, but enough make me hopeful about the rest of the night. Soon, I could hear her purring in pleasure, low enough to be barely heard, but there nevertheless.
I put my hand on her head. She stiffened for a moment, but I made sure to not to put any pressure on it, and she returned to her task while I caressed her hair. She stiffened once again when I slid my hand to her cheek, but this time, the duration of it was much shorter. And when I was in her neck, the pause was almost unnoticeable. She must have realized my intention of slowly escalating, because she suddenly quickened, pushing deep enough to devour half of my cock. It was unfortunate for her that I took a potion that would delay my orgasm significantly while not reducing the pleasure I received from her attention. She had a long task ahead of her.
Much to my surprise, she suddenly stood up and removed her robe before returning to the task at hand, all while avoiding any eye contact. The appearance of the high-necked blouse and loose trousers was a bit disheartening, they were something that would be more appropriate for a grandmother with an excess amount of grandchildren, not on a bombshell like Fleur. Still, I made sure not to comment on it, busying myself with gently caressing her neck.
After around quarter of an hour, she pulled back once more, the first sign of frustration and exhaustion on her face. She looked at me, the question clear in her expression. "Come on, honey," I said. "Your mouth is heavenly, but it's almost impossible to be properly aroused with the ugly clothing you are wearing. You might consider getting rid of them if you don't want to spend rest of the night here."
She looked at me, frustration and anger mixed on her face in equal amounts, then she spoke, her tone hesitant. "But I didn't bring any other clothes."
I didn't know what she expected me to do, but whatever it was, I wasn't inclined to give. "Tough luck, you needed to think that before your arrival. It seems to me that you need to make due with whatever is on you."
She seemed that she wasn't willing to listen to my advice, so her lips closed around my shaft once more as she returned her task, only to pull back again less than five minutes later. Still on her knees, she grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing a plain beige bra underneath, a dreadful piece of clothing that managed to detract even from Fleur's limitless beauty. Still, it was better than nothing, I noticed as she leaned forward once more, displaying a nicely framed cleavage.
I placed my hand back to her neck once again. This time, it evoked no reaction, signifying it was well past the time to escalate the situation once more. My hand slid down, comfortably resting on her delicate shoulder. Still, she was neutral to my movements until I started messing with one of her bra straps. Her hand moved up in an attempt to push it back, but I grabbed her wrist with my other hand, squeezing hard enough to leave a faint mark, while I slid the strap down. The fact that I was taking slow didn't mean I was willing to roll over for her pushbacks, and she should have learned that too if she was as smart as I thought she was. I had more direct ways to teach that lesson if she proved incapable of learning from simple hints.
Still, despite all the temptation, I held my hand back from plunging in the confines of her bra and mauling her delectable tits. Instead, I made sure to stand still as she continued to apply an increasingly heated blowjob. She wasn't aroused enough to forget everything, but I would feel safe to bet I wasn't the only one that was deriving satisfaction from the ongoing festivities.
I could feel myself getting nearer to release despite the potion I have ingested. I could have allowed her to continue until I filled her mouth with my seed. But I wanted to see more effort from her side. So, I suddenly raised my hand, and she pulled away. "That's enough for tonight, Mrs. Weasley."
"But you haven't climaxed yet," she said. I was happy to hear a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Almost invisible, but still there.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I didn't, which is a failure on your part. Which is why we will be repeating this tomorrow." Her mouth opened in protest, but I held back her argument with a raised hand. "I distinctly remember telling you that you needed to provide a better service if you want to achieve safety of your husband, Mrs. Weasley." An expression of guilt, mixed with fear, passed over her eyes at the mention of her husband, and I continued. "And a successful service starts in presentation, which was objectively horrible. I wonder where did you find those clothes, maybe Molly Weasley." A spark of anger passed over her face at the mention of Weasley Matriarch, not surprising considering their strained relationship, strained even further with the detainment of William Weasley.
"Anyway," I continued, pulling her attention back to moment. "As I said, you will be here again tomorrow at 9 P.M., and I'm hoping to see progress. Otherwise, I have no choice but revise our agreement. Understood?"
"Yes," she said, but I could see tears gathering on the edge of her eyes. It must have been humiliating, to be dismissed as a failure after she suffered all that shame. She said nothing else as she pulled her clothes back on and walked out, apparating as soon as she took a step out of the door. I smiled with the satisfaction of another well-executed step in my grand plan.