Harry was groveling at Hermione's feet throughout the entire auction. He didn't notice who was bidding on him or who had even won. It wasn't until Hermione ordered him to, that he looked up. It was then that he saw the winner. It was Fleur Delacour. She was still beautiful, but the magic of Hermione's enslavement spell kept his thoughts from wandering too far down that line of thought.
From the ground, he watched as Hermione and Fleur shook hands and agreed to turn Harry back over tomorrow in this room at around six.
Hermione bent down and patted Harry on the head. "Be good for Fleur, ok slave?" Harry nodded tearfully as he watched his mistress leave him alone with the french girl.
"Oh, 'Arry, zere iz no need for tears. Zis can be a very pleasant thing for you. Ve Beauxbaton girls 'ave been using ze enslavement spell on boys for years. No boy lasts more than a year before a girl enslaves him. I 'ave not taken a slave myself, because I never could find one zat vas worthy. Eet iz a shame that I did not cast this spell on you first, 'Arry, I might have brought you back to France with me!. Oh vell, up up, let me see you."
Harry stood up and Fleur began to walk around him. Inspecting him. "Oh, 'Arry, do you find me beautiful?"
He was about to respond with a yes, but then the magic of Hermione's spell kicked in, rewritting that part of his brain. "Only my mistress, Hermione, is beautiful."
"Zis leetle English girl cast a very strong spell then, 'Arry. Most of ze Beauxbaton boys will still call me beautiful even after enslaved by another girl. This 'Ermione is quite the skilled witch. 'Owever, there are many skilled Beuxbaton witches as well, and I've made good use of their slaves as well."
Fleur licked her lips, ready for the challenge, and then she activated her veela powers. Veela magic was powerful and could bring the opposite gender to their knees easily enough.
Harry was dazed. The veela magic and the enslavement spell battled over the same pleasure regions of his brain. Fleur stepped in close to him and began to kiss him. In his current, confused, state, he was unable to resist. As she stepped back, Fleur could tell that for good or ill, the battle over Harry's mind was decided.
"Well 'Arry, am I beautiful now?"
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