It was the morning of the Yule Ball, and instead of getting ready, putting on makeup, and styling her hair with her mother and sister Fleur Delacour found herself sitting in a small study that her father had setup in their private carriage.
"I assume you will be preparing for the dance soon?"
The French Witch was half tempted to draw her Wand and just Curse her father into a coma but resisted the urge to do so… barely . "I will be doing so as soon as I have a free moment."
He frowned at her tone, before shifting the conversation to what he had originally planned, "I understand that the Yule Ball will continue until ten?"
She nodded in confirmation.
"Then I won't expect you back until ten tomorrow morning."
Fleur blinked in confusion, what in the world was he talking about? Seeing this, her father went on to explain, "It is very simple, you invited him to the dance did you not? Then it is your duty to provide entertainment for him. I expect you to do this in the fashion in which Veela are best at." He sneered, earning a growl from the girl as well. She had planned on trying to seduce the boy regardless, but to have her own father tell her to do so was more than a little infuriating.
"Offer yourself to the boy, let him use you in any way he desires, ensnarehim so that he falls in love with you… or at least your body."
"And if I do not!? "
Anger flashed across the man's face, and for a moment Fleur swore he would strike her. What followed next, however, was far worse, the man's raged expression shifted into one of dark hatred instead. "Do not forget that I have two daughters, and one of you will be betrothed or bartered by the time I leave England. If you do not offer yourself to the boy then I am sure your darling sister can be convinced to wear a very revealing outfit for him instead."
The Witch gritted her teeth as tears began to form in her eyes at the not-so-subtle threat.
"I have already hinted to him that both of you are up for sale. I plan on making the official offer before the end of the tournament, so do try and keep yourself alive hm? After all, without you who is to stop your date from taking what will be his from Gabrielle?"
"Y-you… monster! "
The man scoffed before turning his attention down to the papers on his desk, "Your opinion does not matter anymore… and to be honest it never really did. Now go and prepare for the dance and remember your sister's precious innocence depends on your ability to seduce a fourteen-year-old."
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Sirius Black frowned down at the letter sent to him by his godson, apparently some French arse by the name of Delacour was attempting to coerce the teen into buying his two daughters as wives, something the Black Lord could tell was rather upsetting to the boy.
A shiver rolled down his spine, Harry was easily one of the kindest, and most forgiving, people he had ever met… but when he was truly furious it was damn right terrifying.
"Something wrong Padfoot?" the man's best friend called out as he strolled into the room with two steaming cups of coffee, one immediately being offered to the Animagus.
With a nod of gratitude, the cup was taken and sipped on, "A bit yeah, some prat is trying to convince pup to buy up his daughters."
Moony began coughing a bit, before turning wide eyes onto his friend, "I'm sorry, did you say buy !?"
"Yup, pup thinks it has to do with the girls being Veela. Either way the old man sounds like a royal piece of trash."
"Agreed… what's he going to do?"
Sirius gave a light shrug, "He was asking for some info on the laws and procedures behind it, probably to screw the bastard over."
"He would still have to buy them though… right?"
A loud sigh of defeat escaped the former convict, "Yeah… at least at first. I mean annulling the contract afterwards should be fairly easy with the right wording but still… I know how much he hates shit like this."
"Almost makes me feel sorry for the father." Remus noted, before seeing the slight smirk forming on the other man's face.
" Almost. "
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"Lord Potter" Gabrielle Delacour greeted with a giggle as she curtsied daintily.
"Lady Delacour, it is wonderful to see you again." he replied with a flourished bow of his own, earning another giggle from the young girl.
"My sister is doing some last-minute preparations, I have been asked to keep you company." The truth was she had been asked to do more than that. Her papa had briefly talked to her an hour prior and advised her to act her best towards him.
"Your sister may be marrying Lord Potter in the near future. If you are kind to him perhaps he will marry you as well, so that you can continue seeing your sister." Gabrielle wasn't a fool, she knew that her sister and father were having problems, and if forced to make a choice she would choose Fleur over her parents any day of the week. This meant that she had to do her best.
"And I could not ask for anyone better."
"Would you like to sit?"
The boy nodded, before taking a spot on the couch. A moment later the younger girl took a seat as well, right next to him.
"I noticed you are dressed up as well tonight Lady Delacour."
She nodded with a bright smile, "I wanted to look my best for your arrival."
"Seeking to steal attention from your sister?"
The teasing tone earned an even bigger smile, "Is it working?"
"My eyes are on you are they not?"
"Ah hem…"
Fleur was standing at the doorway, giving her sister an admonishing look, and earning a giggle in return.
"Do not blame me Fleur, papa told me to keep him company."
A flash of anger surged through the older girl, one directed at her father. "I see that, but perhaps you do not need to be in contact with him the entire time hm?"
The younger sister pouted, before Harry chuckled and rose to greet his date, moments later they were off to the dance.
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