Disclaimer: An example of why you'll never win an argument with logic in the Wizarding World.
Veela Bond Parody
Summary: The Delacours are trying to trick Harry into bonding with Gabrielle, but he isn't going for it.
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"So, what kind of consequences are we looking at should I decline?" Harry asked.
"Well, Gabrielle will be very disappointed that her savior doesn't want to claim her." Monsieur Delacour answered.
"That's it?" Harry asked. "No life or death thing, she won't go insane, lose her magic, or anything like that from being rejected?"
"Not that I'm aware of." Madam Delacour answered.
"Then I'd have to say no."
"But you saved her life." Madam Delacour shot back. "Veela custom demands that when a genuine, pure hearted life debt is formed, you bond her to yourself, and become her benevolent master/lover, and she becomes your devoted plaything that you'll be too kindhearted to treat as anything but a lover/girlfriend/wife whom you eventually marry."
She also left out that those traditions were how most of these scenarios played out in Veela bond erotic fiction written by Veela, but that was neither here nor there.
"You know she wasn't in any real danger, right." Harry said, deciding to ignore the part about Veela custom. "So there was no saving of anyone's life, no life debt, and no reason that I should have to bond her to me."
"Ah, Monsieur Potter, that is where you are wrong." Mrs. Delacour said. "You see, Veela are creatures of fire, and for Gabrielle to be held underwater for so long she was in great danger."
Harry's bullshit detector was going full tilt, but the fact that he knew very little of Veela meant it was only an instinctual thing.
Had he been more informed, he'd know that the fact that Gabrielle and Fleur were both quarter-Veela, meant that they couldn't transform. Since they couldn't transform, their physiology was never in any danger aside from the almost negligent weakening of Fleur's magic when trying to cast underwater. This was more a result of her panic and worry over her sister and the egg's clue, than a Veela being effected by water.
And that's before you factor in the enchantments the hostages were under, which he did know about. Hermione had gone on for almost an hour about the different protections, and he sincerely doubted the Delacours would have allowed their daughter to participate if she were really in that much danger. Still, Harry doubted that the couple would let it go, and probably would come up with something else to justify their reasoning. Therefore, Harry decided to use his most glaring argument.
"Even if that was true, she's only eight, ma'am." Harry said, blandly. "And while yes, I find Gabrielle to be quite cute, it's the adorable little kid cute, not the potential girlfriend, I-want-to-do-her cute that you and Fleur have going for you."
"I assure you that by the time you have to consummate the bond, her form will not be that of a little girl." Apolline Delacour said. "She will undergo an accelerated maturity, and attain a form that is more pleasing to you. Her mind will also mature so that she is better adept at accepting and understanding the bond, and her new...duties...towards her master/lover."
"Yeah, that's great and all," Harry said. "-but that doesn't change anything. Even if she is older mentally and physically, that doesn't change the fact that she's still a child. She's only been alive for eight years, and the fact that I saw her when her appearance matched her age means that I won't be able to just accept what I'm seeing. Maybe if you'd not have confirmed that she was eight, you could have bullshitted me into it, but you did, so you can't."
"What if we throw in Fleur?" Monsieur Delacour asked suddenly.
"Papa!" The young woman protested.
"Hush, we're trying to get your sister bonded." Apolline adminished her elder daughter. "Unlike you, she is naive and trusting, and could find herself in a most horrible situation with an abusive bondmate or lover."
"Maman!" Fleur found her protests waved off.
"Besides, didn't your granmere's vision say that should you share a bonded with your sister, he would treat you well, that he would be hung like a stallion, and capable of sexually dominating your Veela side with ease." Fleur was brought up short by that reminder.
"Oh, right," Fleur said, blushing. "-forget I said anything."
"Look, I won't lie and say that I'm not very attracted to Fleur, but Gabrielle is eight."
"What if I add myself to...sweeten the deal?" Apolline asked, seductively.
"Dear?" Monsieur Delacour asked.
"Really, love, you must know why I suggested this." Apolline said. "Our marriage was one of convenience, and while I do love you, and you I, our love has always been platonic, that of best friends. Besides, your mistress is a far better match for you than I, and you both love each other far more. There is also the fact that you both are still young enough that she could provide you with that heir you've always wanted."
Monsieur Delacour could not deny this. He and Appolline had been best friends since they were first years at Beauxbatons, and his marriage to her was to protect her from an unsavory aristocrat that had been paying her far more attention than she was comfortable with, at a time when Veela weren't protected against aggressive, unwanted suitors of noble birth. Even after almost twenty years of marriage, and two beautiful children, they were no closer to a true romantic relationship than they'd been as youngsters; despite having a very healthy, active, and happy sexlife. There was also the fact that due to her being a half-Veela, her heritage was stronger than her human side, making conceiving boys, and carrying them to term, extremely difficult.
"Hmm, yes, you're right, my dear." Monsieur Delacour said. "So how about it Harry? Gabrielle, Fleur, and Appolline as bonded lovers. Three women of Veela descent, that's quite a deal." Harry paused in answering.
He could easily say no, but he had to think if he really wanted to. First of all, as a red blooded male, having three Veela lovers was, from a completely shallow point of view, well great didn't even begin to describe it. Even if he doubted he could satisfy all three, turning that down, even if Gabrielle was eight, would make people question his sexuality, and many other things. Second, each of the last few rejections of the bond with Gabrielle had resulted in another woman, so far of Veela descent, being added to the deal.
Harry knew that eventually he would give in. One of the things he couldn't stand was constantly being nagged, which was why he'd often let Ron talk him into slacking off, and why he was thankful Hermione constantly got on them both about their schoolwork, and hoped that she never fully curbed that habit. At some point he'd agree, and there was no telling how many more women, people, things, etc. would be added to sweeten the deal before he cracked. The man had already given him both of his daughters, and even his wife; Harry didn't want to even know what he'd offer next. The smart choice would be to just agree, and get it over with. However, before he could do so, Mr. Delacour continued.
"I've also heard about your rather poor home life, Mr. Potter." He said, quickly gaining Harry's attention. "By accepting the bonds, you would be effectively marrying these lovely ladies, and so be joining our family. As two of them are my daughters, I would be required to house you and all three of your bonded until such time as you reach your majority, and gain control of your own family inheritance. Even if I weren't, I'd be more than happy to invite you to live with us."
"Are you telling me that accepting these bonds would get me away from the Dursleys for good?" Delacour nodded. Bastard should have started with that. "Fine, but I'm not touching Gabrielle until she's linearly several years older, not even if she suddenly becomes a clone of Fleur in the next week."
"Very well, we shall perform all non-sexual aspects of the bonding in a week's time, and the rest you can do at your leisure." Mr. Delacour said, standing. "Now, Gabrielle and I will leave you so that we can prepare things, while you get better acquainted with your other two future bonded."
Turning back to Fleur and her mother, Harry blushed like a Weasley at the predatory looks on the two women's faces. For a moment Harry wondered whether two adult women doing naughty things to a fourteen year old boy was legal. There had to be some kind of statutory laws, even in the backwards magical community. However, given the distracting things that the two Dalacour women were doing to him with their hands and mouths, he quickly stopped caring. Much to the two women's delight, they would find that the vision that Appolline's mother had had about Harry's penis size was spot on. Which considering his tender age of fourteen meant that he and it still had some growing to do, and they were in for some deliciously sore nights by the time he finished.
Harry didn't know it, but their actually were, but that there was a terribly double standard involved. The most strict laws pertained to older men praying on young women. As for young men with an older woman, the idea was that most young lads wouldn't protest, so older women weren't automatically prosecuted. If the boy accused them of statutory assault, then they would be prosecuted the same as if the genders were reversed.
The only time that it was taken more seriously were in the case of pureblood heirs, and usually it was the family that made the fuss. As Harry was the last Potter, unless Harry made the accusation, nothing would be done.
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As Monsieur Delacour led his youngest daughter away from the room, he took in the pouting countenance of his daughter.
"What troubles you my little one?"
"How come Fleur and mama get to please our master, but I am not allowed?"
"That is your master's will, cherie." He explained. "No matter that your heritage will physically correct any shortcomings, to Mr. Potter, you are still a child."
"It is not fair."
"Think of it this way." He tried. "Fleur and mama are getting him ready, teaching him how to properly make love, so that when you're ready he will be much more skilled for you." The calculating smile that appeared on his baby girl's face told the man one thing: Harry Potter was going to be raped by Gabrielle as soon as she was old enough not to be turned away.
"Thank you, papa." She said, a wide, exuberantly happy smile on her face.
While he'd miss Appolline's natural talent in bed, he certainly didn't envy Harry Potter. Veela were nigh on insatiable, and he was somewhat thankful to be rid of the responsibility of satisfying his best friend. With three seeking his time and attention...no, he certainly didn't envy Harry Potter, and he was going to be happy with his normal witch Mistress.