HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

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Technically, even the three potions I had used on her shouldn't have enough effect to shift her attitude from frigid to arousal, even accounting for the vulnerability of her Veela Heritage.

Of course, things were different if I managed to trigger a bit of arousal in her potionless state.

Given a fertile bed to grow, the potions' effectiveness would be much higher.

A few minutes had been enough to show my hope was not in vain.

Her movements soon lost their mechanic characteristics as her movements quickened just a bit.

She started to go deeper, not enough to truly satisfy me, but enough to make me hopeful about the rest of the night.

Soon, I could hear her purring in pleasure, low enough to be barely heard, but there nevertheless.

I put my hand on her head. She stiffened for a moment, but I made sure to not to put any pressure on it, and she returned to her task while I caressed her hair.

She stiffened once again when I slid my hand to her cheek, but this time, the duration of it was much shorter.

And when I was in her neck, the pause was almost unnoticeable. She must have realized my intention of slowly escalating, because she suddenly quickened, pushing deep enough to devour half of my cock.

It was unfortunate for her that I took a potion that would delay my orgasm significantly while not reducing the pleasure I received from her attention. She had a long task ahead of her.

Much to my surprise, she suddenly stood up and removed her robe before returning to the task at hand, all while avoiding any eye contact.

The appearance of the high-necked blouse and loose trousers was a bit disheartening, they were something that would be more appropriate for a grandmother with an excess amount of grandchildren, not on a bombshell like Fleur.

Still, I made sure not to comment on it, busying myself with gently caressing her neck.

After around a quarter of an hour, she pulled back once more, the first sign of frustration and exhaustion on her face.

She looked at me, the question clear in her expression.

"Come on, honey," I said. "Your mouth is heavenly, but it's almost impossible to be properly aroused with the ugly clothing you are wearing. You might consider getting rid of them if you don't want to spend the rest of the night here."

She looked at me, frustration and anger mixed on her face in equal amounts, then she spoke, her tone hesitant. "But I didn't bring any other clothes."

I didn't know what she expected me to do, but whatever it was, I wasn't inclined to give.

"Tough luck, you needed to think that before your arrival. It seems to me that you need to make due with whatever is on you."

She seemed like she wasn't willing to listen to my advice, so her lips closed around my shaft once more as she returned to her task, only to pull back again less than five minutes later.

Still on her knees, she grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing a plain beige bra underneath, a dreadful piece of clothing that managed to detract even from Fleur's limitless beauty.

Still, it was better than nothing, I noticed as she leaned forward once more, displaying a nicely framed cleavage.

I placed my hand back to her neck once again.

This time, it evoked no reaction, signifying it was well past the time to escalate the situation once more.

My hand slid down, comfortably resting on her delicate shoulder. Still, she was neutral to my movements until I started messing with one of her bra straps.

Her hand moved up in an attempt to push it back, but I grabbed her wrist with my other hand, squeezing hard enough to leave a faint mark, while I slid the strap down.

The fact that I was taking it slow didn't mean I was willing to roll over for her pushbacks, and she should have learned that too if she was as smart as I thought she was.

I had more direct ways to teach that lesson if she proved incapable of learning from simple hints.

Still, despite all the temptation, I held my hand back from plunging in the confines of her bra and mauling her delectable tits.

Instead, I made sure to stand still as she continued to apply an increasingly heated blowjob.

She wasn't aroused enough to forget everything, but I would feel safe to bet I wasn't the only one that was deriving satisfaction from the ongoing festivities.

I could feel myself getting nearer to release despite the potion I have ingested. I could have allowed her to continue until I filled her mouth with my seed.

But I wanted to see more effort from her side. So, I suddenly raised my hand, and she pulled away. "That's enough for tonight, Mrs. Weasley."

"But you haven't climaxed yet," she said. I was happy to hear a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Almost invisible, but still there.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I didn't, which is a failure on your part. Which is why we will be repeating this tomorrow." Her mouth opened in protest, but I held back her argument with a raised hand.

"I distinctly remember telling you that you needed to provide a better service if you wanted to achieve safety of your husband, Mrs. Weasley."

An expression of guilt, mixed with fear, passed over her eyes at the mention of her husband, and I continued.

"And a successful service starts with a presentation, which was objectively horrible. I wonder where you find those clothes, maybe Molly Weasley."

A spark of anger passed over her face at the mention of Weasley Matriarch, not surprising considering their strained relationship, strained even further with the detainment of William Weasley.

"Anyway," I continued, pulling her attention back to the moment.

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