"What am I supposed to do with this?" The vein in his forehead throbbed, a harbinger of a severe headache.
Things were never normal when Violet was around. She had summoned him to an empty classroom in the castle. At that moment, he was lying on the floor while she had found a comfortable seat on his lap.
"Nothing. You just have to accept it," she said, her nails caressing his chin.
"What the hell are you going to do in Japan?" he asked her.
Lavender, Harley, Azalea, Lily, Lyra — maybe Luna. And now Violet seemed to have invited herself along, too.
"Eat sushi," she said sarcastically, tracing the scar on his face with her fingers. "I'm going to claim my prize."
"You can claim it now, in fact."
"No," she interrupted, putting her finger to his lips. Although she had been waiting for him for quite some time, she would not rush things. "I want your little girlfriends to know. I want them to see us. I want them to feel inferior to me. I'm the best you've ever had... or are you going to deny it?" The girl was confident in her abilities in bed.
Unfortunately for him, Altair couldn't deny it. She had been the best. She was the closest he had ever come to beating.
"I never told you about my threesome with two pure-blood Veelas," he said, answering without answering. Not even his uncle's concubines had made him feel as out of control as the girl on his lap did. It was curious, considering they were of a higher pedigree. Maybe it was her being a metamorphomagus? Or maybe it was just because she was a hateful bitch.
"There are no pure Veelas anymore, mon trésor," she said in a French accent that sent shivers down his spine.
"Ah, but their bodies were otherworldly... They were insatiable. There came a point where I felt I couldn't go on, yet they found ways to keep me hard," he sighed heavily, longing for times past.
"Better than Lavender's?" she asked sarcastically. Altair could never make her doubt her physique.
"Lavender's body fits mine perfectly." There were few things he enjoyed more than making love to his girlfriend.
"Disgusting," she said, grimacing as she poked his cheek. "My family is going to Tokyo first. My sister is an otaku, so she started planning everything. I'll join you two weeks after the start of the holidays."
She jumped away from him, leaving him sitting alone in the classroom where she had asked him to meet her. Altair slapped her on the bottom, to which she reacted with a small giggle as if she had expected it from him.
'What will the demons think of me?' he wondered. All his companions would be women. Part of him wondered if he should try to make friends with men.
The only men he regularly interacted with were Albus Dumbledore, who was also the grandfather of his partners, and Professor Flitwick, with whom his interactions were purely academic. 'Why do I want male friends?' the question echoed in his brain. He was happy as he was. Although it could be uncomfortable not to have any.
The women he interacted with were generally his partners.
'Problems of the privileged,' he said to himself as he got up, harems are normal for demons. They are even a way of demonstrating power.
He brushed the dust off his clothes. She took the same path as Violet.
"Altair!" A voice stopped him in his tracks. Charles Potter appeared in front of him. He looked agitated and resigned, as if he wanted to be somewhere else.
The black-haired man looked him in the eye. He was surprised that he wasn't afraid of him. Their last interaction had left him in a very difficult position.
"I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to stare at me so much," he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"I…" Potter didn't react to his comment. "I wanted to say... Thank you," he said at last, the words seeming to burn his throat.
Now it was Altair's turn to freeze.
"What?" he asked stupidly. The young man in front of him had done nothing but treat him with contempt.
"For Pettigrew," he said, seeming to have gathered the courage to speak.
"It wasn't for you."
"It doesn't matter. That man caused a lot of harm to my family. Thank you for catching him, even though he escaped again. I'll find him and hunt him down myself." He didn't seem to know anything else.
"He's probably dead now," said Altair, not wanting to waste his time on the future. "At least his wounds will make him wish he was dead," he said, not really lying. He could only imagine what Lily was doing with him at that moment.
"That…" Potter didn't seem happy. It was as if his death or suffering wasn't a good thing. Altair thought he was too soft. "If he shows up again, I'll catch him," he said with conviction. The black-haired man just nodded. "One more thing," he continued when Altair turned his back on him.
"Yes?" Altair was dizzy for his gratitude.
"You and Harley... I hope she's happy," he said. It wasn't a direct declaration, but it was his way of giving them his blessing. Altair felt a knot in his stomach. Just a few minutes ago, the person Potter loved had been sitting on his lap, stroking his face.
"Potter," he said softly. "Forget Violet," he said, looking at his face. At least as a man, he owed him that much. "She's not going to reciprocate your feelings," he said, trying to be gentle.
"How would you know?" Potter retorted angrily. His face went from fury to confusion. "Wait! You and her?" The black-haired man nodded.
The redhead clenched his teeth. Altair expected him to lunge at him. He wouldn't let him hit him, but he wouldn't hit him back either. He waited for his next move.
He had thought of ways to mock him. He could brag about Violet in front of him. But now, he just wanted to stop the boy from clinging to false hope and thinking about a future that would never come. He didn't confess just to hurt him.
He did it because Charles had reluctantly earned his respect.
The blows didn't come. Potter bit his lip before letting out a sad, tearful laugh. He looked sadder than angry. His eyes filled with tears, but he didn't let any fall in front of him. In the end, he simply nodded repeatedly, as if trying to accept what he had just heard.
"Good," was all he said.
The young Black considered telling him that Azalea would be with him, just as he had planned to be with his mother during the holidays. But that seemed too cruel; it would be better to let him find out in time.
"Don't feel bad for him," he heard Professor Evans say beside him.
He looked at her, and the respect he felt for Potter evaporated. He had thought the boy had found the courage to thank her. Saying thank you is no big deal, but doing it to someone you hate? That took a different kind of courage.
"You made him do it, Lily?" he asked, sounding bored.
"No, it was his idea," she replied, smiling slightly. "He apologised to me, too. He seems to be maturing."
"I just broke his heart, and you look happy" he said.
"His heart will be broken sooner or later. Violet wasn't right for him. She was too wild for his loving heart."
"Loving heart?"
"I know my son better than you ever will. He's a jerk, though I hope that will change. But when he loves he does it deeply. Even if his priorities are stupid things like his image," the woman rolled her eyes.
"If you say so, Lily," said Altair, who wasn't entirely convinced. "Ouch!" He felt a sharp pain in his leg.
"It's Professor Evans!" she corrected him. "At least in public," she whispered close to his ear before walking away down the hallway.
'No amount of respect will stop me from sleeping with your mother, Charles,' he thought, watching the teacher's rounded bottom walk away.
'Why didn't I see that spell coming?' he thought at the last moment. 'I was probably distracted by her breasts,' he answered himself.