A/N: Here's a lil jealous Elaine (POL-AU) with Harry.
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Harry couldn't help but grin as he walked through the parlour room, having just come from the Floo. It'd been another good day at the Ministry, one in which much progress was had at the cost of nought but his time; work at the Ministry was seldom anything but meeting after meeting, with all the reading one could imagine within said meetings. It was necessary, he supposed, as were the talks that oft went with them.
There weren't as many negotiations, as one might call them, any longer. There hadn't been since he and Elaine had cleared the Ministry of all the unsavoury sorts that had lingered. If the young couple had it their way too, the Ministry would be pure and without corruption… sans the little bit, they'd allow for the sake of running the government. As Elaine had said, nobody is without fault, so let ours be for the betterment of our home.
He figured it was on—
"Finally."
Harry was roused from his thoughts by the sour-sounding voice of Elaine from the nearby archway. She got home before him, a feat that oft was rewarded with a good meal and interesting evening, but this time, she didn't look all that happy with him. He furrowed his brows; for what reason could she possibly be bothered?
"You're late," Elaine said as she left the wall on which she'd been leading, her steps rapidly carrying her over to where he was standing. "I imagine your talks with the newly appointed Director of Foreign Affairs went well, lover? May we count on her support, or must I handle things?"
Handle things, Harry mused internally. Already, he could picture just what that meant and so he shook his head as he pressed a kiss against Elaine's forehead, his superior height allowing him to do so with ease.
"Everything went brilliantly. We have her support, those who follow her will now do whatever we'd like, and all at the cost of her delivering reports in person, for a better bond with the Ministry's central staff," Harry said, grinning and peppering Elaine's face with a myriad of kisses, all of which seemed to turn her frown, little by little, upside down.
… until she went and huffed, her arms folding petulantly as she looked Harry up and down. "If she dares demand a second meeting with you, Harry, I'll go in your stead. There's plenty I wish to speak with this witch about," Elaine's tone was venomous, and whilst not directed towards him, he still couldn't help but recoil for a second's time, not used to the wrath that still lingered within his wife.
"What's wrong?"
Elaine cocked her head at him, her eyes narrowed into slits not too dissimilar to the Basilisk that even now, resided in the bowels of Hogwarts. She was possessive as ever, and more territorial than any other person he'd ever met, much less spoken with.
"You ask me what's wrong after you're late to return to me on account of speaking with a known seductress? The deal you've made needs rescinding," Elaine raised a hand when he made to speak, her eyes flashing as she clutched him by the front of his shirt. "The whore believes she's sunk her fangs into you with the deal you've made for more contact — I'll not have that. If need be, I'll visit her home and catch her in the night until her mind's little more than clay to be moulded. We'll see how her blonde hair and green eyes serve her then."
When Elaine's rant was finished, her chest was heaving and her eyes, focused as ever on his, had gotten wide. After a few seconds, she calmed down dramatically, that professional mask settling back in place as she blinked at him, her head still cocked.
Well, Harry thought, amused. I'll never have to worry about her cheating on me, I reckon. She's more likely to kill any bloke that looks at her than I am; thank Merlin she's not done so… but maybe a day off would be good for us.
"Let her think what she likes," he said as he leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along the sides of her mouth. "She'll never come close to us, believe me. Besides, between you and I, I have it on good authority she's not naturally blonde, the tramp."
Elaine let loose a snort when his final two words were said. Her visage was still one of calm professionalism, but the anger, even now, boiled nought but below the surface… but upon his joke, he saw some of it melt away. Through their connection, he felt much the same; the lingering fury that'd been waiting to rise again gave way to begrudging happiness in response to his words and touch.
"It'd be devious if such a tale would get public attention. I imagine her trust and image might shatter."
"You could do that if you'd like," he said with a shrug. "She's not a good person. I don't care if we get her out of the picture — but think of it like this, yeah? If we have something on her already, how long until we find something far more damning or scandalous? I'm sure her partnership with Witch Weekly isn't career-making, after all."
"You're making it incredibly hard to focus on revenge, lover," Elaine said to him, the final word, her nickname for him, said with more heat than he'd received in years. "Give me som—"
"The weekend."
Elaine arched a brow, perfectly kept, immaculate as the rest of her, but wobbling with the lingering cocktail of emotions that oft seemed to siege her. "What of the weekend?"
"We're taking it off, come on," Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him, leading her to the kitchen or dining room, thereabouts roughly. "You like muffins don't you?"
As he tried to change the topic to that of food and away from the Ministry, Elaine couldn't help but get one last set of 'words' in… but in this case, her annoyance wasn't expressed by all that much save for a kiss. One that was domineering, rough, and ended with her pulling away from him with his bottom lip between her teeth; she let it go after a slight pull, one that was just rough enough to cause a minor jolt, like a pinch might.
He had the weekend with her. Harry knew he could manage the weekend, and by the end of it, she'd be feeling right as rain.
Harry had to fight the urge to chuckle as Elaine found her seat once they'd finished their cooking. Evidently, based on the fact that she'd sat right in his lap, he figured there was still no small amount of jealousy within her. His hands wrapped around her torso and held her close as he reclined in the chair, his eyes heavy.
"We're not going to the Ministry tomorrow," he said, yawning a second later.
"So you've said," Elaine looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes not nearly as heavy with sleep as he seemed to be. "Feeling tired?"
"A tad. We head to the Ministry early every day, and then we get home late," his arms got tighter around her. "Besides, talking with most of those we need to speak with is pretty boring. That one witch, the 'seductress' — she's not very seductive. You're far better than she'll ever be."
"I do suppose flattery is accepted. Continue," Elaine folded her arms in his lap, but only after she twisted around so as to look at him.
"What else is there to say? None of the Ministry witches compare to you," Harry said with a shrug; he meant each and every word too. What could any witch do against Elaine? As far as he could tell, nobody sans him could ever beat her. "You're more beautiful, more powerful, and more passionate than any of them could hope to be."
He felt Elaine's thighs flex before she leaned forward to wrap her arms around him. She held onto him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Apparate us."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. In the blink of an eye, he apparated with Elaine holding onto him, their bodies blinking out of existence in one space and appearing in the next; their bedroom. It was Elaine's favourite space in their home, unsurprisingly.
"I sup—"
"Sleep. Tomorrow we'll not go to the Ministry, we'll remain home and the many witches that seek you out will dwell on the reasons for our absence as they look longingly at your desk," Elaine grinned at that, clearly deriving pleasure from her own words. "Now, lay with me. You're to keep me warm."
I can't forget, I've always got to be her basking rock… Merlin, maybe she really is a Basilisk given human form. That'd be a tale for the ages, and one that wouldn't be too far out of the realm of possibility based on everything that's happened thus far.
Harry's response to her words was to pull her form, long and slender, against his own. It took a second at the most for Elaine to all but cling to him, with little of her body not pressed against his; one could say that she slept more on him than the bed and pillows combined.
"I love being this near you. I feel whole," Elaine practically purred the final word, her tone full of contentment. A good change. "You don't mind, do you, lover?"
"Not a bit."
"My my, do you know the right words to say," Elaine extended her neck and pressed a kiss to his chin, the awkward angle making the pair giggle like teenagers… and to be fair, eighteen and nineteen were still teenagers, even if they didn't wish to be. "I do suppose I'll not ruin the woman's life. Not when I have what she desires most, and not whilst you've already begun to work her."
Harry felt a brief flash of relief as he sagged further into the bed, Elaine's weight and the comfort of the sheets already pulling him to death's gentle cousin.
"... love you," he got out, yawning at the very start as his eyes forced themselves shut, no longer abiding by his commands.
"I love you beyond all else," Elaine pressed a series of kisses, soft, lingering, and wet, to his neck and lower jaw.
It was all the extra aid he needed to fall into the waiting arms of sleep; he reckoned if sleep were a witch or woman too, Elaine would find a way to beat her — such was a fond thought to have as the last one of sentience until the morning.
Hours later, to the sound of birdsong and a gentle flower-scented breeze, Harry found himself rousing from as sound a sleep as ever he'd had. As he'd expected, upon coming to, the familiar weight of her body atop his was felt; she'd not defied him and gone to the Ministry, and more than that, she was still sleeping.
Seldom had it happened where he'd rise before her, and in those few and far between instances, Harry would oft take advantage of them. He'd surprise her with a breakfast of his own making — the talent of cooking still residing within him — or some other happening to enhance her morning. Maybe he'd run a bath for her with all the scents she so preferred, or maybe he'd go and see to some of her early-morning letters with Corene and their other friends.
Today, he decided, would be a day in which he'd surprise her with a good breakfast, a warm bath, and a massage. She'd been awfully wound up the previous day, and so he figured that'd be for the best; after all, who didn't like a massage?
Gently, he rolled out from under her, replacing his presence with that of a pillow for her to clutch to. He'd gone so far as to put a heating charm on the soft but stabilising pillow to keep her warm too, considering her warmth was forever sapped. Once that was done and she didn't rouse from a calm sleep, he nodded to himself and gently walked through the door of their bedroom to the hall at large.
Thenceforth, he walked some way, until he was far enough that he figured he could summon Laddey and have orders given to the kitchen. With two pops and a fair few sentences in between, Laddey was off with Harry's word as law. Ever thankful for the legion of house elves he had, Harry sought out the largest, grand bathroom. It was there that he'd have the bath run, and there that he'd scent the water with all of Elaine's favourite oils and perfumes, as he'd watched her do dozens of times before.
As one could figure, there wasn't so much privacy betwixt them. It was hard enough with their minds connected as they were, that being by a form of magic even now neither knew of, but Elaine wasn't one to be shy around him. In less than a week of living with him, early as it was, she'd walk from their bedroom to the bathroom in the nude, not bothering with bringing a change of clothes behind her.
Can't complain though, can I?
He shook his head as he pushed into the bathroom and with a flick of his wrist, the water began to manifest whilst Harry levitated the various flowers, oils and scents to the water's edge. Mayhaps he'd let her choose — he'd do the same for the meal too. If she wished to eat first and bathe later, that was fine by him.
"Quite the busy morning you've been having."
Harry blinked. He blinked some more as he turned around too, his eyes falling on the form of Elaine. She was still in her nightgown, long, flowing and thin, and her hair was still messy from sleep; her makeup from the previous day was completely gone too, leaving her with nought but her natural beauty.
Natural beauty that was grand enough to put most women to shame even if they were given their best beauty charms and products.
"I suppose the surprise is ruined then, yeah?"
Elaine walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned into him, a contented sigh coming from her a second before she spoke. "Not ruined, simply appreciated all the more so. You went so far as to heat a pillow that must have taken some amount of wrangling to have me hold onto after you left. It worked for a few minutes, it'd seem based on what you've done thus far. Enough so for you to get this started and whatever else you've done."
Harry didn't respond to her as he turned, took hold of her and hefted her into his arms; her arms simply immediately wound around his neck as she grinned up at him, her dark eyes calling to him. Were he uninformed, he'd claim Elaine had Veela in her, or Siren, something that'd give her so much control over him.
There was no explaining otherwise how she had such control over him.
"Another surprise, or do you mean to ravage me so early in the morning?"
"Think we both know who'd be doing the ravaging. I swear you've got fangs," Harry said, much to her husky laughter, her lidded eyes blinking lazily as they gazed up at him. "But no. I'm not planning to do that. I was thinking I'd complete what I thought I'd do first if given the time before you rose."
"Do tell."
Harry shook his head, chuckling when she pouted out her bottom lip at him. He could always appreciate her show of innocence, but he wouldn't say it ever worked on him. Elaine was anything but innocent. He still remembered when they'd been walked in on back at Hogwarts, at Slughorn's party. They'd been caught snogging by some pretty important people, but luckily for them, most of those important people now looked up at them from the ground or some lower position in their Ministry.
As for the others they'd met at the party, they were simply dead. It was rather short and grim that, but they'd avoided a lot more death from happening, truth be told — Merlin, maybe he'd even spared that woman. Elaine's wrath could be terrible, he'd seen how she was in Hogwarts, and though she'd calmed down since, it was still… in existence.
"I'll show you, telling spoils the fun, wouldn't you say?"
When Elaine made to respond, he gave her one little spank, and then, as he burst into their bedroom, he deposited her on their bed.
"You've got my undivided attention, lover," she cooed to him as she stayed splayed on the bed, her hair acting as a pool as it flowed behind her. As she looked up at him with wild eyes, eyes that conveyed just how much she wanted to be snogged, who was he to deny her?
He couldn't help himself. He leaned in, towards her, and placed a kiss that was meant to be lingering, but was decidedly anything but, on her lips. Elaine wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, her thighs, strong, keeping him locked in place to prevent any early, unauthorized departure from their kissing.
Not that he would — did she think he was crazy? Everybody could appreciate a good snog, he reckoned, and there was no better snogger than Elaine… though he couldn't exactly compare her to anybody else. Ah well, he wouldn't ever have to.
Harry couldn't help but laugh more than a second later when he felt Elaine try and spank his arse as he'd done to her moments earlier. Her hand missed by inches, coming down on his thigh as they separated from one another, Elaine finally relenting to give him his freedom.
As soon as she did so, with a grin, Harry flipped her over and gave her another spank and when she shot him a narrowed-eye stare over her shoulder, he chuckled. He couldn't help himself, her rear was something that enthralled him nearly as oft as her eyes did, but he held his hands up afterwards.
"I stared at you, I didn't command you to stop."
Tart.
Harry laughed. "There's time for that in the bath. Right now, I have something else in mind," he accentuated those words by summoning over a little vial. One that was full-up with a lotion of his making — she wasn't the only one that could tinker. "Gown on or off?"
"Take it," Elaine rolled onto her back, leaned forward, and held her arms over her head. "You're treating me today, aren't you?"
Her meaning was clear. She wanted him to take it off her, and so he obliged. He lifted the nightgown over her head, threw it to the ground by their bed, and rolled her back over. "I am," he lathered his hands in lotion, one that would penetrate her muscles, and started his labours.
Harry's hands, large and strong, began working the soft skin of Elaine's back. It was without so much as one blemish, and her skin was softer than all else, just like that of her hands. Elaine wiggled under his touch, her body not staying still for more than a burst of seconds, before she began wiggling again.
That lasted and lasted, until, as one could imagine, Elaine ended it. She did so by rolling over again, presenting him with a sight he'd never turn down.
And there ended their time filled with massage.
Elaine rolled her head lazily, her eyes, heavy-lidded, peering into his. "Forever."
"What?"
"How long you'll be mine," Elaine elaborated as she slithered through the water to him, stopping to rest her head on his shoulder. "That other trollop won't take you from me. She'll not experience the pleasure of your company, and none shall ever be as close as us. We were made for one another and it shows."
Back to this, are we?
Harry smiled all the same as one hand wrapped around her shoulders. "Forever," he agreed.
That seemed to make Elaine happy hearing him say the words… or so he thought until she spoke again. "Do you believe you'd prefer me should I dye my hair blonde? Or do you prefer my natural colour?"
He blinked at her. "I love your hair. Why would you change it?"
"The tra—"
"Elaine. I'm with you, not her. It's not the hair either, she's boring, not very intelligent, and relies on charms to keep her appeal high," Harry pressed a kiss to Elaine's temple. "You don't."
If his earlier word hadn't worked, this one seemed to. Elaine sighed and relaxed into him, another fleeting moment of jealousy and nervousness blasted away. "I believe you mentioned food follows this?"
"I believe I did."
"I still believe we could ea—"
Harry narrowed his eyes at her and shook his head, causing Elaine to smirk at him, though she stopped to hear what he had to say.
"No," he said, his eyes trailing down her back for a moment before climbing back up. "We're not eating on the side of the bathtub — you're lucky we're submerged too, else I'd spank you again."
"As the saying goes 'third time's the charm' so please, if you would," Elaine made to stand, but his arm stopped her from doing so; she laughed in response, her head falling back to his shoulder as she did so. "So prudish, lover."
Silence fell between the two for a few minutes, the young couple nought but relaxing in the presence of the other. It was something most their age seldom seemed to do, but Harry and Elaine were all but strangers to relaxation, the mere thought of it so far from their minds they'd not taken any time to do so since Hogwarts' battle.
"This is nice."
Elaine's response was a gentle hum the likes of which coasted through his ears as music might. When her hands found purchase in his hair after sliding up his arms, past his neck and into the aforementioned jungle, he allowed his eyes to close and his head to lull to the back of the tub.
"That's it," Elaine cooed to him as she massaged him much like he'd done to her earlier in the morning. "Relax for me, lover. Let me return the favour, and then some."
And Harry did just that. With his head relaxing on the side of the tub — later resting in her lap when they climbed out — he allowed her to massage him for as long as she'd like. Earlier, when he'd done the same, he'd done so until she stopped him herself, albeit not with words as one might normally do.
"You've my apologies."
Harry opened one eye, finding both of hers peering down at his face as she soothed his shoulders. "What for?"
She cocked her head at him, her long, wet hair cascading down her body, equally as bare and distracting as those aforementioned pools of darkness she called eyes. In other words, she seemed a Veela, but only one that looked as if she'd fallen, as an angel might.
It probably wasn't even possible, but it was the only term that described the absolute siren before him.
"My jealousy. I imagine it's not even to withstand, at times, but never do you complain," Elaine pressed a kiss on either side of his mouth, and pulled back just enough for their noses to stay connected as they stared into one another's eyes. "I'd like to show you just how much it means to me—" she kissed him full on the mouth, pulling back to reveal a demure expression as his gaze drifted southward. "—lover~"
The way she sang his name, the reverberation the bathroom gave it… his mind was made up that very moment.
"Show me."