The Frenchman nodded, "Indeed, it is not as uncommon as you may think, especially when one is the potential heir to multiple Pureblood houses. Now I know this may be quite a bit to take in at once but perhaps it is fortunate that you consider such things now."
"S-sir?"
Mentally the man smiled, the boy was confused, which made him pliable. Now all he had to do with put the thought in his head, and with a little bit of encouragement he could solve both of his problems before the summer. "You are aware of my daughter's… lineage I assume?"
Nodding, the teen gave a shy, almost uncertain, response, "They are, I mean at least Fleur is, Veela… right?"
"Indeed, what you may not know is that any children that a Veela may have are naturally beautiful, it would certainly be a fine way to continue the Black and Potter lines." The Delacour saw no reason to mention that Veela were also almost guaranteed to have only daughters, but that wasn't important at the moment.
"Ch-children? I-I mean I thought maybe after I graduate but… I mean…"
The foreigner raised his hand to silence the boy's fake rambling, "I am not implying you have offspring now Harry, I am simply saying it is something to consider for the future. I have always wanted the best for my two daughters, to know that they are safe and happy. Fleur seems rather smitten with you and my youngest has spoken of you at great lengths even before your first meeting. I would be more than a little relieved to know they are in such capable, loving hands."
"I-I barely know Fleur sir and Gabrielle…"
"Is a bit young I understand, I am not asking for a proposal right now Harry, just that you keep the offer in mind hm? Just remember that Veela are very amorous creatures and having sisters would certainly open up the possibility for a few stimulating moments."
With the blush the Delacour lord knew he had succeeded in placing the idea in the teen's head. It may not work against a true Pureblood, but younger boys always had the weakness of thinking with their lower half's more than the upper.
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Theodore Nott took a calming breath as he glanced up from his reading, across the common room, and onto the seated form of his future wife. True, she hadn't been informed of this yet, and as far as he knew his family had yet to approach hers, but it was only a matter of time. He had already written home to his father with his demand and was assured that everything would be done to accomplish it and continue their line.
'Still' the teen pondered, 'perhaps I could get a sneak preview…' with that thought the Slytherin stood and made his way over to where his 'prey' sat. Upon arriving at the table, he cleared his throat, earning the attention, and secret annoyance, of the three females currently seated. It was his 'future wife' along with her younger sister and best friend.
'A pity Astoria is already in a contract to the Malfoy's' the male noted, before focusing his attention in on his prize, "Greetings heiress Greengrass, I wish to enter into negotiations with you in regard to the social arrangement that is quickly approaching us."
Daphne stared back at him, causing the boy to shift his weight in uncomfort, "It means I want to…"
"I know what it means Nott, and the answer is no."
His jaw almost dropped, she was refusing him !?
"B-but… why!? "
"Several reasons, first off you have no asked our Lord's permission, second I have no real interest in going to the Yule Ball, third I don't appreciate the way you attempted to look more important in front of my sister and best friend by using fancy language, fourth I do not like the way you made asking me to a dance sound like a business deal, and finally I just don't like you very much."
The explanation earned a giggle from the youngest girl present, causing a shift of the Nott heir's ire onto her, " Mind your own business ." He snapped, earning a pout from her and glares from the older two girls.
"Bugger off Nott and leave my sister alone if you know what is good for you."
"And if you know what is good for you then you will watch your mouth Daphne." He snarled, leaning in closer to the girl. "We both know that you will end up belonging to me before the end of our seventh year, maybe if you start acting a little more generous I will whisper a few good words in Malfoy's ear and he won't use your sister before she is old enough hm?"
Daphne shot out of her seat, rage contorting her features as she glared back into the offender's eyes, that is until a voice called out from the behind them.
"Something I should be made aware of?" The two turned as Harry took a few steps towards them, shifting his gaze between the two. "I do so hope I am not interrupting anything, I am sure Professor Snape would be most displeased if he heard about fighting in his common room."
" It is nothing ." Nott snapped, before storming off to write his father another letter, this one to demand his father enter into negotiations with the Malfoys concerning her sister as well.
Meanwhile, the boy-who-lived turned his attention towards the, still fuming, girl, "Perhaps you will be a bit more open to conversation?"
"It… was nothing you need to be concerned about my Lord, Nott was just being a prat to me and Astoria."
The raven-haired boy hummed in acknowledgement, before glancing down at the girl's younger sister, "Well I do so hope you bring any future… issues to my attention. I would hate for misconceptions to appear between my followers about my policies concerning owning another person."
Daphne gulped, but nodded. Although it had never been directly mentioned most of those closest to Harry had long since figured out that the teen was against the concept of 'owning' another person without their consent. Sure, there were oaths of loyalty and devotion, but the purchasing of a person, regardless of context, was slavery in his mind, and thus considered to be anathema.
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