This choice: "We should sleep on it. You know, for inspiration." she said brightly. • Go Back...Chapter #10"We should sleep on it." Luna suggested. by: Mr. George  Fleur latched onto the idea happily. It wasn't easy being a newly-wed, after THAT wedding, with Voldemort back, all these guests in her home, and the rest of her family so very far away.
Perhaps sensing some of her tension, the guests headed up to their bedrooms, with only Dobby staying to help clear away the dishes and do the washing up. Fleur bit her tongue and let the house-elf help, although she wanted to be alone. She felt a degree of sympathy for Dobby, a creature so conditioned to serve. She just couldn't refuse, his sincere efforts to help, and he did help.
As she put the last clean plate away, she looked around the room in triumph. Finally it was clean, ready to be messed up again tomorrow. Dobby apparated away, she didn't know where, she didn't care where. But satisfied she was alone, she let out a deep sigh of relief, and sat at the empty kitchen table.
The strain was telling, as her eyes misted up, she'd never felt more alone. Ironic given the number of people stuffing her home to the rafters. Besides, someone was stealing her underwear. She snorted, and sniffed, it was almost funny to care about that when Dark wizards were still roaming around. But damn it, that felt like a more intimate betrayal.
Before heading off to bed herself, she went around the ground floor doors and windows, giving the enchantments and protections a final check. Upstairs all was quiet, she peeked in the door on Luna and Hermione. The pair were snuggled together in the double bed, and fast asleep. Griphook was asleep in his chair, Mr. Ollivander's face twitched in his sleep, she came to Ron and Harry's room. The sound of soft snoring seeped through the door.
Slipping her head around the door, she saw the boys crowded together, the tiny single beds crammed into what would be the nursery. The full moon lit the room rather brightly, although it didn't reach as high as the heads resting on the pillows. However, a soft moan came from Harry's lips and he turned in his sleep.
The memories of their tortures and adventures came back in their dreams. Harry's small ass poked out from the warmth of his bed. But it was the panties that caught her attention. There was no denying it, she knew those panties. They were hers, the boy who'd spoiled her wedding was now wearing her silvery panties.
She crept into the room. Anger driving away her caution, as a white hot rage filled her. Her rational thoughts momentarily displaced by her fury. She opened the top drawer, it was enchanted not to squeak. There she discovered a stolen treasure trove. Her panties were concealed there. No! Not concealed, blatantly on display, the drawer was filled with her underwear. Underwear she'd chosen to tease Bill, underwear she could now picture Harry wearing.
She drew her wand, and pointed it at the sleeping boy. Her lips moved as she silently cast the spell. This offence was not going to go unpunished. The pale glow of magic was lost in the moon light. Her fury satisfied, her quarter Veela anger dissipated, and she went to her own bedroom. Bill was fast asleep already, she kissed him sweetly on the brow, and slipped beside him. A soft moan, was covered as she kissed him on the lips.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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