You know that situation when you realize it needs more time in the oven, but then you forget you left it in there?
That's basically this chapter.
Hello there, friends. And welcome to the next chapter.
Hope you enjoy now story time. Also lemon warning.
Claire woke up on Christmas morning to find a stack of presents at the foot of her bed.
Sorting through her presents, she found a new set of books about high level combat curses and charms from Hermione, the usual assortment of sweets from Harry, Alex, Ron and Neville, from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley the usual hand-knitted jumper and some mince pies, a book from Sirius and Margaret about the Wizarding Dueling through out the ages.
After getting dressed and when she headed downstairs, she could hear the various inhabitants of the house calling "Merry Christmas" to one another. On her way downstairs she met Hermione.
"Thanks for the book, Claire." she said happily, "I have been wanting that 'New Theory Of Numerology' for ages!"
"Yeah, your welcome." Claire said holding up two fingers, "Two things. One, look out for Alex, we think he has been drinking Firewhisky for a while now. And two, why are you here? Weren't you going skiing with your parents?"
"Just between us girls, skiing's not really my thing. So I came here for Christmas." Hermione said, "But don't tell Ron. I told him skiing's really good because he kept laughing so much. Mum and Dad are a bit disappointed, but I've told them that everyone who is serious about the exams is staying at Hogwarts to study. They want me to do well, they'll understand."
"Won't breath a word." Claire assured her, "Maybe when things are back to normal, we can go skiing together."
"Skiing with my sister from another mister?" Hermione said with a grin, "I would like that."
Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold as she wished them "Merry Christmas.", and they all averted their eyes.
During that evening, thousands of miles out of Great Britain in the country of French. On the outskirts of the city of Paris where the Delacour Manor was located. It was inside the large white dinner room, where Christmas dinner was going on as Charles sat next to Fleur, as her family sat around them.
Laughter was around the room as goblets and as forks touched plates with food.
"Charles, I'm not exeturating." Madame Delacour said, "But this is amazing."
"You give me too much credit." Charles said with a laugh, "The marinade does most of the work and I wouldn't have been able to make it without my assistant." he gestured to Gabriella, the one who had helped him during the cooking.
The young girl gave a cursty.
"Your too humble." Monseiour Delacour said, "Your French is very good."
"Well, I spend a great deal of time in French." Charles said, "There was something about tis country, I think it was the wine and cheeses."
"Right, I believe Fleur mentioned you traveled around the world extensively." Madame Delacour said, "Did you do so after finishing Hogwarts?"
"I never finished my schooling, I dropped out before my seventh year." Charles admitted, "Instead I traveled around the world, meeting as many different cultures as possible."
"And yet, you secured a job at one of the most prestegious school's in the world." Monseiour Delacour said, "How long have you been teaching?"
"Roughly twentythree years..." Charles said, looking down to his plate, "Now I feel old..."
"Oh, darling." Fleur said playfully, "You don't look a day over thirty." before placing a kiss on his cheek.
Christmas dinner at Grimmauld Place was a lively event that evening. It didn't took long until a slightly tipsy Sirius and Remus where singing even more Christmas songs, much to the others amusement.
"Harry... Your eyesight was really, really bad." Claire said as she had his old glasses on her face, "You weren't nearsighted or farsighted, your were just blind. I almost feel bad for making jokes about it."
"And yet you do." Neville noted.
"Aren't you suppose to have glasses?" Harry said much to her confusion, "Alex mentioned you needed them back during our first year."
"So that's what you where talking about!" she said, "You know it comes from Alex, and you actually believe him?"
"Has he ever lied to us? I don't think he ever did..." Harry said before realization set in, "Oh god, he never lied to us..." until he was interrupted by the loud laughter of his godfather.
"Come on Moony!" Sirius roared with laughter, "When are you going to work on a little Moony jr.?"
"Me a father?" Lupin said with a grim smile, "I think a child would be ashamed of me."
"Remus!" Hermione said, "How could any child be ashamed of you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Hermione." Alex said uncharistically cold, "I'd be pretty ashamed of him." Lupin looked as though Alex had hit him.
Lupin's face drained of color. The temperature in the kitchen might have dropped ten degrees as everyone turned to look backward and forward from Alex to Lupin.
"Alexander!" Margaret scolded before realization set in, "You... You know?"
"Yes, I do Mum!" Alex shouted with a slur, "I have knew since I overheard you two last year! About twenty seven chapters ago!"
"Twenty seven chapters?..." Neville said confused, "How drunk are you?"
"You don't understand." Lupin said at last.
"Try me!" Alex said with a bit of a slur.
Lupin swallowed. "I-I made a grave mistake in my relationship with Margaret. I did it against my better judgment and have regretted it very much every since."
"Marrying a woman like my mum!?" Alex said, "How the humanity!"
"Had I stayed with you and your mother, I would have made you both outcast!" Lupin said, "You have only ever seen me among the Order, or under Dumbledore's protection at Hogwarts! You don't know how most of the Wizarding world sees creatures like me! When they know of my affliction, they can barely talk to me! You would have been better off, a hundred times so, without a father like me."
"Do you know how often I wondered?" Alex shouted, "Because I thought my father didn't want me!? Wondering why I wasn't good enough for him!? Why have driven him away from mum!?"
A silence fell over the dinner table as Alex glared at Lupin before seemingly coming to a realization, "...Oh sweet baby Jesus." Alex muttered, "Maybe that's why I sleep around so much.", before his eyes closed before with a loud smack he face planted onto the table.
"Alex!" Margaret said, immediatly stood up from her seat and walked around the table to her son's side followed by Lupin.
"Is he..." Hermione said concerned.
"He's fine." Margaret said, putting an arm of Alex over her shoulder, "He just passed out."
During the evening, Charles was walking to the guestroom he would be sleeping for the duration of his stay in French. But to his surprise, he found Madame Delacour waiting for him outside.
"Madame?" Charles said, "Is something the matters."
"Yes." Madame Delacour said, taking a hold of his wrist, "You being here." and she began to drag him with her.
"W-Where are we going?" Charles said confused and a bit worried.
He was dragged to another part of the sleeping quarters in the manor, not receiving an answer until they stopped in front of another door.
"Now get in there." Madame Delacour said, opening the door before pushing him inside, "And make me a grandchild."
Before Charles could respond, the door was closed behind him and his attention was immediatly turned to other door, leading to a adjecents bathroom.
"Darling?" Fleur said, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body as she was drying her hair with another.
"H-Hey, Fleur..." Charles said a bit nerveus, "Your mum forced me in here..."
With a giggle, she stepped forward, "Did she now?" before she leaned in and whispered seductivly in his ear, "And why would she do that?"
"S-She wants a grandchild." Charles muttered.
"Oh, really." Fleur said, as she played with his tie, "And would you be willing to put a bun in my oven?"
"Fleur... I don't think it would be wise to bring a child in this world... Not at this time." Charles said, holding her hand, "Not when everything can soon change... When the future is going to be an uncurtainty. I wouldn't wish any child of mine to grow up the same way I had to."
"And what if, and let yourself be optimistic for once." Fleur said, "What if the future is bright?"
"I doubt there is a future for me." Charles muttered.
"There will always be a future for you." she said gently, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder, "Your future can be here, Gabriella likes you, my parents are taken in by you, and you know I love you, we can be your family."
"...That sounds almost too good. Almost sinful to hope for..." he admitted as he embraced her, not believing he would be deserving of such happiness.
The two looked in each others eyes before their lips coming together in a passionate kiss.
Charles let himself be guided to Fleur's bed, slowly being undressed by her and losing her towel on the way.
At the end of the bed, they fell on top of the bed. Charles laid on top of her, his hands move to place themselves on her slender waist, before letting one make its way down along her hip to rub against her thigh, not breaking the kiss for a second. She let her hand fall onto his, thumb caressing his skin gently as he felt her leg.
Her hands went up to his chest, running up and down his torso as they moved up the bed, until she rested her head on the pillows nestled atop her bed.
Curling her fingers around the elastic of his briefs, Fleur pulled them down and off his legs to expose him to the cool night air. Fleur gulped nervously as she saw him naked, tentatively, she reached one hand up to between his legs, her fingertips brushing shyly against his semi hard shaft.
She felt her face heating up, her fingers growing a little bolder and curling around his penis. Charles's breathing grew a little heavier as he watched her start to tease his member, taking only a handful of seconds to get it fully hard.
See softly grabbed his hands, placing them on either side of her torso, then onto her breasts. He gently massaging her soft breasts and earning a quiet moan of appreciation from her. Charles leaned in closer, his tongue coming out to flick across one of her nipples, Fleur's hand coming up to rest on the back of his head encouragingly.
She guided them both down so that she was lying down with him on top, feeling her boyfriend move one hand so that it rested behind her back and the other down to caress her hip.
Charles got up onto his hands and knees, his grey eyes travelling the full length of her wonderful body to absorb all of its sights.
Charles reaching down with one hand to grab hold of his rock hard penis and guide it towards her waiting slit. Charles rubbed the tip of his penis along her moist vagina, looking up at her again for permission.
"Do it." Fleur said, spreading her legs more to accommodate him comfortably, "Take me."
Biting her lower lip as she prepared to lose her virginity, her hands coming to rest on his butt and pressing him inside her.
Charles groaned as the tip slowly entering her warm body and sending shivers through both of them. She closed her eyes tightly, pushing forward until his penis broke through her hymen, sending a jolt of pain through her.
Fleur let out a small hiss of pain. Charles brought his arms up to hug her firmly, holding still as she adjusted to the new feeling of being filled.
"You alright?" Charles asked quiet and soothing.
She nodded into his shoulder, her arms hugging him tighter as she felt the pain start to fade away, being replaced by a complete feeling.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine."
Charles pulled out of her before thrusting back in, sending ripples of pleasure through both of them. He kept doing so, starting with a steady pace to get them both in the rhythm properly. Charles drew back longer, until only the tip was left inside her before smoothly thrusting back into her, angling himself slightly to try and hit a different spot.
She moaned underneath him, her hands coming up to rest around his shoulders as he tried another lengthy thrust, moving his penis just a little bit as he tried to hit a different spot. This time Fleur moaned louder.
"Is that good?" he asked quietly, getting a quick nod and another loud moan from the beautiful witch underneath him.
Emboldened, he thrust into her faster which only increased the pleasure they both felt. Thanks to the foreplay neither of them lasted very long, already closing in on the climax of their sex.
She clutched at him tightly, Charles pumping into her as hard and fast as he could while Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Fleur." he groaned, "It's coming."
"Yes!" Fleur half moaned, half yelled, "Please do it!" as she felt her orgasm wash over her and force her entire body to tighten its grip on him, his torso and hips held tightly to her body even as her vagina clenched around his penis to drain him of his seed.
She cried out loudly again, Charles grunt as he hit his own climax, shooting his seed inside her to fill her with the warm white liquid.
Charles held her just as tight, his face buried in her collar as his penis twitched inside her, letting loose every drop of cum that he could into her welcoming body.
A moment passed as they clutched at one another, letting the last waves of pleasure wash over them and trying to catch their breath. Fleur stared up at him for a couple of seconds, before finally a grin appearing on her face. A few seconds later both of them were laughing quietly, too breathless to muster anything louder.
"Thank you, Fleur." Charles said as he took a firmer grip on her, "For everything. For... allowing myself to be vulnerable."
"You have the opposite effect on me." she said with a smile, nestling her head against his chest, "You make me feel invincible."
He let out a chuckle as they drifted off in blissful sleep.
Once Alex was put to bed, they had a few drinks in the living room before they all went to bed. Claure was wearing her pajamas stepped out of her bathroom. She stopped when she found Harry wearing his pajamas sitting on her bed.
"This is a surprise to be sure, but a happy one." she said with a smile before noticing his concerned look, "... Is something wrong?"
"We need to talk." Harry said seriously.
"Okay." Claire said sitting next to him, "Let's talk."
"I've been thinking about what Alex had said..." Harry said.
"Shouted more like." Claire said casually, "Strange to think Remus is his dad."
"Yeah, that too." Harry said with a nod, "But it what he said before passing out... Sleeping around to deal with his troubles. Don't you think... You might be doing the same?"
"...I only slept with you!" Claire shouted offended, "The bloody hell are you talking about?"
"It's just..." Harry said concerned, "You've been different since last year..."
"Oh really? Because there is nothing different about me!" Claire said a bit too quickly as she turned away from him.
Seeing he wasn't getting anywhere, Harry whised her good night before walking out of the room. As the door closed, Claire couldn't help but actually agree with Harry.
After the events in the graveyard, she did had changed.
And maybe, just maybe, she was using sleeping with Harry as a way of copping with her trauma. But she knew it was no where near as bad as Alex, since she only did it with Harry.
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Mischief Managed.