The ritual was in the middle of the week, so we didn't have much time to prepare for it, or just to calm down after what had happened — one day, that's how long the girls were allowed to miss, and even then with a lot of unhappy words and looks.
No, Hogwarts is well thought out, even excellent, because if you use the full capacity of the castle, provided by the founders, then even the food here will be your own, and not just some of it, and I'm not talking about the fact that originally it was planned to grow everything in greenhouses, both for your own use and for sale, so that there was also your own money.
Yes, it's all well thought out, well, and generally conceived, but in times like ours, it's a little inconvenient, I mean, it's hard to find an excuse for absence. Anyway, when the sisters returned to school, they couldn't help but attract everyone's attention. At first they were not even recognized, and it was only in the Great Hall that people realized that something unusual had happened.
The students made a lot of noise, not all of them of course, because not everyone was interested... but the children had gotten used to the clubs and other things, so they started looking for entertainment on the side again, and Prince Parvati and Prince Padma were not only news, but also a delight to many eyes. It was funny to watch the "men" make a stand on these beauties, especially when Parvati casually held my hand.
Many of the local macho men were already extremely unhappy with me, and now they were even more so. On the other hand, there was a growing aggression in the emotional background of the girls, and a particularly powerful beam was directed at me by a blonde of a fiery nature. Later, of course, everything calmed down, but I had to endure a few hours of fun before the news spread.
Fleur turned out to be very jealous. I could have guessed that if I'd taken the time to think about it, which of course I hadn't, but now I was surprised to find out what a girl could be like in a real rage.
I'd told her from the start that she wouldn't be alone, and Fleur had already met all the applicants for places in my family, but when she found the stranger, she didn't hold back and gave me a real scandal. The look on the girl's face when she was about to punish the "traitor" was amazing: Fleur blushed, she breathed hard and fast, her chest heaving, drawing attention to herself again and again.
Her heavenly eyes glittered with jewels, and her dangerous squint and raised upper lip gave her an animalistic danger, a kind of menace. Peach! And how she fought when I grabbed her arms and pulled the Veela against me! Hissing, cursing, threatening! It was the first time I had ever seen anything like that in my life, and I don't know why, but the sight of her turned me on, and I wanted to fight her, to prove my strength and superiority, to make her see it, and to make this indomitable beauty submit to me.
I didn't even notice when I started to grin, and the fire of anticipation of mastering this blue-eyed flame burned in my chest. It was a good thing that Luna came in just in time and cleared my head with her presence, otherwise I would have made a mistake... but that didn't save Fleur from the fight, and I didn't even deny myself the pleasure of giving my bride a good grope amidst angry sniffles, curses and embarrassed squeaks.
Even after I had "defeated" her and she had "surrendered", I stroked her slender legs for a few minutes — I have a special attraction to this part of female beauty, and Fleur's legs are very beautiful and nice....
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The next day Fleur posed for me in the dress she wore to lunch in the carriage. There were a lot of people in my living room to watch the process of creating the next painting, even Gabby flew in with a portkey and stayed tirelessly behind my back for three hours, watching my every move with her brush. I'd once learned how much time and effort it takes for ordinary painters to work, so my three hours was a trifle, as it can take months to paint a picture.
This time Fleur turned out to be a little arrogant, cold, but even more beautiful. Her beauty seemed unapproachable, distant, not for ordinary people, and her gaze belonged, if not to a queen, then certainly to a princess. The heavenly eyes, turned into two ice-cold tiaras of white gold, harmoniously emphasized her status, and the expression on her face logically completed the picture.
Gabby asked me to paint a portrait of her just like that, and thanks to Fleur for talking the little girl out of my head, because I wouldn't be able to paint her exactly "like that" for a few more years.
And Tracey offered to pose naked for me, which really shocked people, especially Harry and Ron, who blushed, and Neville and Harry who kept to themselves, but not too far away from the others.
They were having a good time until McGonagall came in and chased the mice out of their corners, saying that curfew was about to start. It was still an hour and a half away, but no one was going to argue with her, especially since it was Friday and they had to go to Hogsmeet on Saturday, for which everyone had their own plans.