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Chapter 3: Made for Each Other


Harry made his way to the Headmaster's office the next morning. His dreams had been hazy and unmemorable for the first time in weeks, and though rested, he had immense jitters. Once inside and beyond the exchange of pleasantries between Headmaster and student, Dumbledore finally brought them to the point, "So, does your presence in my office indicate you've made a decision? There are a few more days before it should become an issue."

"Actually, I've made my decision barring one thing."

"And what might that be my dear boy?"

"Do, the Delacour's and especially Gabrielle understand what might happen if her fate is tied to mine."

Dumbledore's expression turned dark and pensive. "Yes, after a fashion. Mr. Delacour is aware that you are marked by Voldemort, though safety precludes explaining the entirety of the situation."

"I can't bond with Gabrielle if she doesn't know everything."

"Yes, I imagined as much. I had Severus prepare this last night." Dumbledore produced a small vile of potion from beneath his cloak and handed it to Harry. "It is a truth-bond potion. If both you and Ms. Delacour drink of it, any secrets spoken to one another in the following hour cannot through any means be divulged. Does this mean you have decided to bond Harry?"

"I suppose that's up to Gabrielle now. I've decided yes. Beyond the obvious benefits to doing so, I can't let her magic be destroyed, and while I appreciate that you would research a way to cancel the bond with out hurting her, you've also made it clear that the deadline for doing something is only days away. Beyond that, it's her decision now, after I've told her everything."

Dumbledore produced a small box from his desk and laid it in the center. Tapping it with his wand it expanded into a small model of Hogwarts. "This Harry, is the headmaster's key to the castle so to speak. With it I can control the wards, placement of rooms and the like, though of course rooms like the Chamber of Secrets are not represented and I cannot, for example, fix the disappearing step on the entrance hall stairs, as much as I'd like to." As Dumbledore spoke he used his want to rotate the model and zoom in on Gryffindor tower, the rest of the model fading away at the edges of the original size of the model. He continued to zoom in until Harry's bed was in the center. Dumbledore continued tapping at his bead and muttering under his breath until, "finished. Now, Gabrielle has a room of her own on the third floor. It is spelled to be unnoticeable to anyone but you two and anyone you choose to bring with. The beds of her room and your room are now a passageway. Simply tap either bedspreads with the word 'sanctuary' and you will be transported to the other location. I should point out this pathway works only for you, Gabrielle will have to use the door. This is an old custom, when pure-bloods would bring concubines to school with them. When transported from your bed your curtains will be sealed completely, and if someone is trying to get your attention from your regular bed you will become aware of it."

After a moment of silence Harry spoke up, "Sir. You really mean for me to spend…every night…with Gabrielle?"

"That is part of the nature of the bond."

"Sir. Isn't that against the rules?"

"Not really." Harry looked up at Dumbledore surprised not having been able to look him in the eye for his previous two questions. "It is certainly discouraged, but most of the actual rules concerning fraternization are long gone, or so outdated as to be meaningless. I understand broom closets are a popular location according to Mr. Filch's complaints, though I would ask you to keep your, activities to the confines of Gabrielle's room. You are being afforded a certain amount of leeway above other students, and it would be most unfortunate should anyone asides from those you trust to keep your secrets find out. It would also mean a great deal of personal trouble and meetings with the board of governors for my own part, so please consider it a personal favor to me to be discreet."

"I will," said Harry embarrassedly.

"Ah, Harry, do not be embarrassedly. All people are young at one time, and it is those who choose to forget what it was like that should be embarrassed."

"Thank you," said Harry quickly not wanting to encourage Dumbledore to segue neatly into some thoroughly uncomfortable talk about his past dalliances.

"Now Mr. Potter, your bed is prepared, and Gabrielle is in her room, so anytime you are ready you may begin."

Harry thanked Dumbledore again and made his way towards Gryffindor tower, not meeting anyone on the way (much to his surprise) and made his way inside. There were only a few people in the common room, and no one Harry had ever said more than a few words to. He made his way quickly inside the dorm only to find Neville there.

"Oh, hey Harry."

"Hiya Neville. What's up?" Harry was going to be quick and polite and then go.

"Just tending to my plants."

"Oh, ok, um, Neville, I think I'm going to take a nap. Didn't sleep much last night."

"Do you want me to wake you in a few? You don't want to nap too long or Monday will be hell."

"Naw, I never sleep more than a few hours anyways."

"Yeah, good luck getting some rest now then."

"Thanks," said Harry ending the conversation and settling on his bed drawing the curtains closed. He wondered briefly if the travel would make a sound like apparition and silenced his curtains for good measure so Neville wouldn't get curious. Drawing his wand he tapped the sheet wrinkled with his tossing and turning and was immediately in another room, quite alone. The room was relatively spacious, a fire with a two seater couch and matching arm chair, squashy like the furniture in Harry's common room, though was a deep midnight blue colour. There was a window with a view of a vast empty plain of grass, the lake just visible on the right edge of the scene. The bed he was on was a larger than his, though still a four poster, and the bed things were a crisp stark white, the wood a dark brown obviously stained and lacquered. Aside from a few obvious pieces of furniture like a desk and dresser the room was quite spartan. Just then Harry heard a toilet flush and then the rush of water from a sink. He stood and exited the room to see where it was in the castle. Retrieving the map from his pocket he spent a minute trying to find himself and realized that there was not much in this hall of the castle. He saw the initial corridor where Fluffy had been kept, and then what looked like a series of unused classrooms. Gabrielle's room was down the first corridor and around a corner. The hall continued down to a series of staircases linking this floor with the ones above and below it, as well as a direct staircase down to the entrance hall.

Harry saw that Gabrielle was now in the room proper so he knocked lightly on the door. In seconds it flew open and Harry was immediately drawn to her eyes again, their silver sheen and bright blue drawing all of his attention for a few seconds. "Um, can I-"

"Oui," she said excitedly moving aside allowing Harry to enter the room. "I was not expecting you today or I would 'ave worn something more special."

Harry looked her up and down, her dress was white with a bit of lace and armless. "I like your dress."

"I was not talking about ze dress."

"Oh," said Harry confusedly.

"Never mind. Does this mean you've decided?" she asked with bated breath.

"Sort of. Actually I have something to tell you and then I leave the final decision to you."

"I 'ave already de-"

"No, decide after I what I have to say, than if you still want to bond, we'll bond."

She shrieked with joy and jumped up and down a few times. Harry could not help but smile at her youthful exuberance. "Let's sit shall we?"

Harry made his way over to the armchair and sat in it. Gabrielle quickly sat in his lap sideways to Harry's surprise, and the fluttering in his stomach at once again having her in his arms robbed him of his ability to speak. "Um…I…"

With a pout Gabrielle got up and moved to the couch. "Well?"

Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts and began simply, "You know Voldemort is after me right?"

She shuddered and nodded. "Well, oh wait." He removed the vial from his cloak. "This is a secrecy potion, if we both drink from it anything we say to each other for the next hour will be magically prevented from being divulged either through a slip of the tongue or mind reading or anything really."

Gabrielle closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath while pressing her legs tightly together for a moment before responding, "the bond will keep both out secrets safe from anything."

"This is for if we don't bond."

"I want-"

"You may not want to after you hear what I have to say. Please."

She nodded silently and held out her hand for the vial. Harry took the stopper out, took a sip and handed it to her. After she took a sip Harry heard a rushing sound in his ears and they both lurched towards each other slightly. "I think that means it's working," said Harry.

"Yes, now tell me."

Harry recited the prophecy word for word. She sat there stunned and waited for him to speak again. After a few seconds Harry finally broke the silence, "do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I mean," Harry continued, wanting, no needing her to understand fully. "Voldemort is after me, but as far as anyone knows besides myself, Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione it's just for revenge against almost killing him 15 years ago. This prophecy, makes it a certainty. One of us is going to die, and if it ends up being me, then everyone I've ever been close to, friends, loved ones, or hell a sympathetic ear will be punished for having known me!" Harry started shouting and stood walking back and forth across the room. "Even in the meantime everything I do is in the press! My friends get hounded for interviews just for knowing me! People assume horrible things about or praise me like the second coming! You can't avoid it, and the…relationship we're going to be in will absolutely become public knowledge at some point, and in the worst most embarrassing and damning way possible!"

Harry was interrupted by Gabrielle grabbing his face and pulling him into a sweet kiss, and all at once Harry forgot where, and who he was, and could only feel, those soft sweet lips on his own, but before he could bring his arms around her and draw her deeper into the kiss she broke away and took three almost silent steps back. "Ze 'eart wants what ze 'eart wants 'arry."

Harry shuddered when she said his name. He loved the way she said his name.

Seeing his inability to respond Gabrielle spoke again, "I 'ave not changed my mind 'arry," his name again rolling delightfully off her small pink tongue. "I 'ave always known the risks, and zhough eet ez confirmed, I remain no less desiring of zhis. My destiny iz your destiny, and it could 'ave not been any ozher way the moment I knew I was to be bonded."

"You sound like you knew I would say yes," it was not a question.

"Oui. I am confident in my beauty and I know of your tendencies. You would not 'ave left me for so bleak a fate."

"How?"

"I 'ave read every article about you-"

Harry interrupted her with a scoff.

"I 'ave read between ze lines, with Fleur's 'elp as well. I also speak of ze interview in ze Quibbler. Fleur sent me a copy last year when it came out."

"Oh. Good."

"Is it odd that I know so much more about you zhan myself?"

"No, I'm used to it by now."

"I meant given what we shall do in just a moment?"

Harry blushed and looked away. "Well, we never actually talked about what the bond ceremony would actually entail, though I can guess. Personally I would like to get to know you a bit beforehand."

"I appreciate zhat 'arry, but I cannot wait. Since the moment you said ze final decision would be mine I have had to restrain myself. When I kissed you I almost lost my resolve and pulled you to the carpet to 'ave my way with you bond be damned!"

Harry gulped and felt himself swell slightly in excitement. "So, how exactly do we 'bond'?"

"By an act of service on my part, and an act of dominance on your part."

"What are they?"

"Zhat is open to interpretation, but the act of service is usually a blow job."

"Oh," Harry squeaked and was horrified when his voice cracked on the next question. "and…and, the, act of dominance?"

"You must take me, aggressively."

"I…I don't know if I can do that. I've never-"

"Neizhere 'ave I."

"B-but you seem so…"

"Bravado. I am terrified."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I 'ave 'ad time to zhink of zhis, you 'ave 'ad a day. I felt my confidence would aid you in yours."

"Not really. I think I'd be much more confident if I knew we were both scared."

"Well, I am," she said softly. "Fleur went zhrough many men and some girls before-"

"Fleur and girls?" Harry felt his cock twitch.

Gabrielle smiled widely seemingly sensing his reaction. "Oh oui, and zhey were all of exceptional beauty. I was quite a bit jealous."

"Jealous!"

"Veela are creatures of sexuality, they do not 'ave sexual orientations. I am a quarter Veela, which is apparently enough to share zhat nature. I would also be 'appy to play wish anozher girl for you or wizh you."

"W-wait. Were going to be bonded, and your ok with me and other-"

"No! You still don't understand. I am bonded to you, I become your property."

Harry looked at her angrily. "You never said that."

"I am sorry. I 'ad zhought zhat you understood zhe meaning of thrall."

Disgruntled Harry replied, "I guess not."

"Immaterial, I will lose my magic, and I would not be wizh you. I cannot decide which is worse. In any case, even zhough you are wizh me, I will encourage you to find love elsewhere as well."

"As well? Look, I'm trying to be mean, but I barely know you, how could I love you?"

"You do not love me yet."

"You mean the bond will? That's scary…"

"No. Zhe bond iz not like a love potion. It simply cannot be 'elped. Zhe nature of zhe bond will in time craft us into zhe ozhers perfect lover. You are already attracted to me no?"

"Yes," Harry replied more forcefully than he had intended.

"Zhen ze bond will change nozhing." Gabrielle had changed positions, with her feet flat on the couch in front of her legs, arms locked around her knees. To Harry she looked more vulnerable, a bit more of her fear seeping into her visible character. "We will simply be able to tell what zhe other wants, and zhe nature of a true lover iz to give everything to zheir partner while zhere partner gives them everyzhing from zhemselves. We will naturally want to be zhe ozhere's fantasy, and zhe bond will allow us to do so in a way so perfectly ozhers will never understand." Her eyes had once again locked onto Harry's with the impromptu speech, and they blazed.

Harry could feel himself falling into them and said, "Ok." Gabrielle lit up and her legs left the couch as if in anticipation of once again leaping into his arms, but Harry held a shaky hand up and motioned for her to stay. "Wait," he said strained, "It's still my…my first time, I think I'll be too nervous to, to do it the way you described."

"Oui, I…I can take care of zhat," she answered timidly.

"How?"

"I will use my allure and dive you mad wish desire while you are bound to a chair. Zhen when I release you, you will claim me as an animal does."

Harry stilled. He could feel his heart pounding and as his blood raced through him he heard a faint rushing sound in his head. "You mean you haven't been using it this whole time?"

"I 'ave used it. Zhere is an ambient level that cannot be stopped, and I have tried not to use eet on you so far, but sometimes eet cannot be 'elped. I 'ave certainement not used eet full strength."

"Suddenly I'm terrified again."

"Don't be. Zhe allure iz bazed on desire. The greater zhe desire, zhe greater zhe satisfaction when eet iz sated. You should 'ear Fleur's lovers the next day!" She laughed.

Harry still said nothing, just staring at the way her chest bounced when she laughed. If this was how he felt when the allure was just at some sort of ambient level, he could't imagine having even a shred of self control were it to grow even slightly more powerful.

"'Arry. I am nervous to say zhis, but using zhe allure in the fashion I have suggested is a restricted act, and requires your consent."

"Why?"

She sighed. "Because eet iz our people's version of capitol punishment. If one is driven to madness by the allure and they go un-sated, the madness can be permanent."

"I see," said Harry carefully.

"I realize zhat zhis requires you to trus-"

Harry cut her off, "I trust you, you have my consent."

"Why?"

Harry contemplated the question for a moment before replying, "Magic itself is pushing us together. I suppose for a lot of people that might be an occasional thing, but it seems to happen to me a lot, and I've learned to just go with it. I'm also starting the understand the power of certain acts, and seeing as how I'm most concerned about how much control I'll have over you, an act of blind trust seems balancing…and," Harry snorted, "Gamps first law of magic states that magic must balance or summat like that."

"Magic will always work to create balance wish itself," she said succinctly.

"Yeah, that."

"So," said Gabrielle, her voice a bit lower than usual, "shall we get started?"

Harry gazed nervously at her and all at once the distance between them seemed to shrink though neither had moved. 'Lets not get carried away, this certainly isn't worse than fighting a dragon' Harry reasoned with himself. Truth be told he was excited, though this was slightly more unconventional than he pictured his first time being. Right, 'selfless hero time'. Harry immediately scoffed at himself, this was hardly selfless. "Yeah, let's get-"

Gabrielle leapt onto Harry straddling him and pulling him into a searing kiss, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, hands raking through his perpetually messy hair, her center grinding forcefully against Harry's groin which grew stiff as a board in seconds.

Momentarily stunned at at the speed at which she attacked him, Harry then rose to the occasion grinding back against her and running his hands up her arms reveling in soft and deliriously smooth skin. The rough callouses on his hands caught lightly on the almost invisible hairs on her upper arms and she shuddered and moaned into his mouth.

Harry's fingers left her arms and tangled in her shining hair. Softer than silk and seeming to flow through his fingers like water Harry felt a throb through him and in move more more daring than he thought himself capable of being only moments ago he licked into her mouth, running his tongue across the roof of her mouth, along her teeth, and against her tongue. She wrestled briefly her tongue against his before drawing him tongue deeply into her mouth, closing the kiss around and sucking, hard.

Harry let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, dampened by Gabrielle's presence and his hands left her hair to draw possessively across her back, pulling her to him as tightly as possible. Her breasts pressed enticingly against his chest, he felt his cock swell in anticipation and he ground himself to her as tight as possible.

With surprising strength, or perhaps Harry was just to far gone to resist Gabrielle pulled his arms from around her to the armrests of the chair they were both occupying and broke the kiss with a ghasp. "No," she said. "Zhis part iz for me to service you."

"Right," said Harry breathing hard, heart pounding. He tried to catch his breath but found he could not.

Gabrielle leant forward again, Harry keeping his hands stalwartly on the armrests. She began by kissing him again, but quickly moved over his cheek, kissing and licking along the way. She teased his ear, nibbling on the cuff, and sucking on the lobe. Harry felt beads of sweat trickling down his face, and was sure he was harder than he had ever been before. She went down his neck pausing briefly to bite and suckle on his pulse point. Harry shuddered and groaned at the attention.

While she did this she pulled his robes to the side, and began to unbutton his shirt. Harry was glad he had not worn a tie. Her mouth followed her hands as she nip and bit his chest as it was exposed. When the last button was undone she ran her fingers lightly down his chest, playing at the soft downy hair that had just started to grow in earnest, across his firm stomach and down to his trousers. Instead of moving lower they moved across his waist to his back and she raked her nails up his spine. Harry arched his back again pressing himself to her center and sighed heavily. As the same time she resumed her perusal of his chest this time with her mouth, finding its way to an already erect nipple, tight with arousal and throbbing in time with Harry's heart beat. He felt his breath hitch when she drew it into her mouth, sucking and biting lightly.

She continued lower biting just above his bellybutton, he was surprised to find his trousers ripped down his body, he had not felt her undue the button. She rose and stood briefly before kneeling down and taking his trainers off and divesting him of his pants entirely.

She took her time raising her head from near his feet to lick and nip up his legs to his inner tight. His breath was tight and rapid down, knowing what was going to happen soon, his knuckles white with exertion keeping his hands firmly planted at his sides.

When she reached the hem of his boxers she drew away again leaving her hands on the top of his thighs. She smiled broadly and moved her hands to his waist gripping the top band and drawing them smoothly down and away, Harry lifting himself slightly to aid her. She looked up and her eyes locked onto Harry's erection. "Bonjour moon petit ami. Je vas profiter jouant avec vous."

"What?" asked Harry, but his question transformed at the end into a loud hiss and curling of his toes as she grasped him firmly in one hand at the base of his pulsing cock. She gripped lightly and drew her hand all the way to the tip and then back down, slowly and surely as if mapping its contours. Harry simply groaned and hung his head backwards closing his eyes in revelry.

Her firm grip lessoned and she ran her fingertips lightly up and down his length occasionally raking her nails lightly along the shaft, Harry twitched and groaned until finally he said, "Gabrielle…please…"

"'Arry." she said sharply and Harry lifted his head quickly to look at her. He was once again snared by her eyes which had grown dark and dilated. Her breathing was as heavy as his and she had a pretty pale blush gracing her porcelain cheeks. "I need you to say 'Gabrielle, service me and bond with me'.

"Service me and bond with me," Harry said quickly and the moment he finished reciting the last word her head fell to his lap and took half his length into him. Lips drawing wetly over him, tongue teasing. It was when she started to suck, cheeks hollowing in effort that Harry let out a shout and brought his hands twisting in her hair, trying not to guide her heavenly movements on him.

All his senses at once heightened and focused. The indescribable feel of her, the smell of her hair the soft tresses teasing his thighs, the soft sounds she was making the sucking and the little short whines of pleasure, when she moaned around him he shuddered and swelled; and the sight, seeing his cock disappearing in greater and greater proportions into her soft tantalizing mouth he gasped with every downward thrust of her head.

Her hands which had been on his thighs moved. One went to his balls and caressed them, the other to his chest raking her nails down it leaving pale pink lines.

It was too much, all too soon Harry felt the first rush of his orgasm, but as if she sensed it she slithered her hand from his chest to his cock, tightening her thump and first figure around him staving his come.

Panting with need and unable to come past her tightly held fingers Harry began to thrust slightly with out realizing it. She used both hands now suddenly against his pelvis to push him back down and engulfed him. The tightness of her throat around him forced his eyes closed and Harry nearly screamed as her strong sucking drew his essence out in great paralyzing bursts.

Sense came back to Harry slowly. He felt as if he had just finished playing hard game of Quidditch. Realizing he had sunk down in his chair he righted himself and looked down at Gabrielle. She was still kneeling between his legs, but sat back on her haunches with a cheshire smile alighting her face. She seemed to be waiting for Harry attention for as soon as he had made eye contact she gave a large audible gulp followed by a teasing moan. Harry gaped at her, "was that?"

"Oui."

"Why?"

"Eet turns me on," she said simply.

"Why?" Harry asked again.

She seemed to muse over the answer for a moment. "Eet iz a part of you, and zhe evidence of zhe pleasure I 'ave given you. Eet seems poignant to take eet within myself."

"I suppose."

"'Arry."

"Yes?"

"Eet iz time for part two."

"Right," Harry said more confidently than he felt.

"Put your 'ands back on ze armrest."

Harry did so but was still shocked when she produced her wand and bound him to the chair. "Oh, right," he said.

"Now, I'm going to use my full allure on you and put on a little show," she smiled teasingly. "When you lack zhe ability to temper your actions I will release you."

"How will I know when I'm ready?"

"You won't. I will."

"Alright."

"No more talking unless I ask you a question. Just watch."

Harry nodded as she drew away from him. With her wand swishing through the air she vanished the clothes Harry still had on, moved the couch out of the way and dragged Harry and his chair to directly at the foot of the bed. She strode onto the bed kneeling and began to unbutton her dress. She stood turned and let if fall off her shoulders pooling at her feet a moment before she kicked it away off the bed. Harry, could he move, would have been frozen solid at the sight anyways. He even felt his cock twitch anew at the expanse of flawless pale skin broken only with a matching set of plain white panties and bra. She unsnapped her bra and held it to her chest turning to face him again. She kneeled keeping tight hold of the white cups to her breasts. Harry's gaze flicked from her eyes to her chest to her grid where the tightness of the panties brought some definition to her most private place. Sitting on her calves she let the bra drop but kept one arm across her chest in modesty, squishing it slightly to her sternum, accentuating the already tantalizing cleavage. "I'm going to use my allure now."

"Oh god!" Harry exclaimed, "You still haven't started using it."

"No."

Then all at once it was like the world vaporized and some inexorable pull was drawing him to her. He wanted to grab her to him, he wanted to bury himself in her and feel her shudder and writhe beneath him, moaning and screaming his name in ecstasy. He could no longer see colour except for her eyes, the world was grey and she was the shining light of the sun promising to fulfill every wish or desire he would even have if only he could 'have' her.

She drew her arm away and ran her hands up and down her torso. The sights of her breasts with soft pink nipples sent thrills of want through Harry and his cock was again as hard as ever, but with no trousers to even rub up against to relieve any tension. His body gave occasional involuntary jerks and spasms as he tried in vein to cause the part of him he most wanted touched to touch anything, but could not. His groan of frustration turned into a low growl of need as she sat back on her bum and brought her knees up slipping her panties over and down her legs flinging them to the corner of the room.

She raised herself to her knees and Harry wanted to look down, to see the one part he had never seen before but his eyes stayed locked onto her eyes, burning with desire as they were, and could not look away.

"Look at eet," she said softly also not breaking eye contact.

"B-but, it's private," Harry's last vestiges of fear and decorum came bubbling unexpectedly.

"Not to you. You want to look don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then ask me for permission," she said one corner of her mouth curling into a smile.

"May I look at it?"

"Call it by its name, whichever you'd like."

"Um…"

"'Arry!" she began sharply but quickly became soft and loving, "vagina, pussy, cunt, cunny, flower, man in the boat, a girl's best friend, baby-maker, noune, moule, chatte, whatever. Call eet what you will, but I should like to hear you say it."

"Why?" Harry was asking that a lot he thought fuzzily through the lust coursing through him.

"I enjoyed sucking you hard hot cock very much 'arry."

Harry groaned, "point well made…can, can I…which word would you like me to use?"

"I don't know my preference yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to wait until you are fucking me, use all of zhem, and see which gets the biggest reaction."

"May I look at your vagina?"

Gabrielle sighed dramatically. "I suppose," his gaze immediately locked onto her sex and she giggled at the fierceness of his gaze. "Vagina zeems so technical though, sex is about passion!"

Harry grunted in response.

She laid back against the bed, her arms over her head, and legs spread wide, feet planted flat on the bed spreading her open. Harry gazed dazedly, never having seen someone look so open and exposed. His earlier embarrassment forgot in his lustful gaze raking down her body, he followed the finger of her right hand as it trailed across her breasts teasing her nipples, down her soft belly, and into her soft folds. She moaned loudly rolling her hips against her hand.

He strained against his invisible bonds. The urge to bury himself in her and sate his lust was reaching a fever pitch. He though his desire could not rise any higher until she began to speak in a panting pleasure filled voice.

"Oh, 'arry, I am so wet for you. I need you inside me, please, please give it to me. Give it to me hard and rough, sate your lust in me and claim me as yours."

Harry struggled in earnest the invisible roped binding him digging into his flesh and leaving angry red marks.

"I need it, I need your hard cock, make this pussy yours! Claim it! Claim me and fill me with your essence!" Her voice was getting louder and louder as her hands plunged into her, her other hand leaving her breasts to circle roughly over her clit. She yelped when she made contact. "Ooooooohh 'aaarrry, I need you so bad (moan) please take me, make me yours, make me yours, make me yours, me faire vôtre, me faire vôtre, me faire vôtre!" She came with a gasp and moaned sexily, her fluids leaking out in earnest, glistening on her trembling thighs. "No! Not enough, pas assez, insuffisant! 'arry I NEED YOU!"

As harry watched her come all thought was driven from his head except the words NEED and INSIDE, almost as a mantra he could feel the skin under the bonds broken and bleeding but did not care, he wanted claim her more than anything else in the world. She was his snitch and he had to catch her.

Catching her breath Gabrielle turned over on her hands and kneed facing away from Harry. The view was incredible and Harry was reduced to animalistic grunts and whines when she took two fingers and spread the lips of her sex, showing him the wet slowly pulsing folds of her sex, bright pink and glistening. She spoke quickly but clearly. "'Arry, claim me and bond with me!" then dropped his bonds and flung her wand off the bed.

The moment he realized he was free he leapt onto the bed and slammed into her, his aching cock nestling between her bum. She moaned at the contact and Harry grabbed around her middle, pulled back and slid into her immediately slamming again and again into her as fast and as strong as he could screaming uncontrollably at the sudden warm wet tightness that gripped him. She screamed in pain but it went unheeded. One hand now gripping her hip hard enough to leave a mark, and the other mauling a breast.

Soon her yelps of pain turned to moans and shrieks of pleasure, she began to slam back against him, her lovely bum crushing and bouncing against Harry's pelvis. She grabbed the hand that was on her breast and brought it to her mouth taking two fingers and sucking on them in earnest. Harry let out another bellow and slammed harder into her, Gabrielle shrieking in delight every time he bottomed out from around his fingers.

She suddenly went rigid and Harry's hands left their places to palm her bum and trace harshly to her hips slamming her back into him as he thrust keeping up the vicious pace.

She whined and mewled and suddenly her sex clamped down around Harry as she came violently writhing beneath him. Harry bent at the waist and pressed his whole body against her back, his weight and her rapture cause her arms to give out. Harry collapsed onto her but continued to thrust, pounding her into the mattress never breaking pace, his every thrust punctuating his near constant growling with a loud grunt of exertion, his come rapidly boiling upwards.

She seemed to sense his impending climax and began to shout in earnest, "Oui! oui, fill me harry, fill my pussy, fill it with yourself, make it yours. This is your pussy, your flower, your cunt!"

Harry very nearly roared as he approached his little death slamming into her with more force than he knew he had.

"Oui, yes! Fill my cunt! Your cunt! Eet belongs to you, I belong to you, sate your lust in me! I am yours! Je suis à toi, je suis à toi!

Harry's world exploded, bright lights behind his tightly closed eyes, he continued to thrust riding his orgasm and he felt dimly Gabrielle clench tightly in another climax and writhe beneath him, the feel of her soft taught back sliding against his chest was sweet torture.

Finally Harry slowed and stilled, little after shocks running through his body. He caressed Gabrielle beneath him lightly, running his hands up and down her flanks. Harry had never felt so calm in his entire life.

As feeling started to run back into his extremities he pulled his over sensitive cock from her and rolled to his side still panting. He turned his head but her's was facing the wrong way. He ran his hand up her spine slick with perspiration and rested it on the nape of her neck screeching lightly at the wispy hairs at the bottom of her head. She slowly lifted herself just enough to turn her head the other way and greeted him with a broad satisfied smile.

"Bonjour," she said sleepily.

"Hi," Harry could not help but grin. "You were right, I don't think I've ever been so satisfied in my whole life.

She leaned in to kiss him, in a slow languid pace. Their tongues twined intimately together occasionally and they ran their hands, now facing each other across each other's back. When Harry reached her neck she hissed in pain.

"What?" Harry started but then saw the reason for her discomfort. There was a large mean bite mark at the base of her neck. "I bit you!?" Harry asked startled.

"No," she said dreamily tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and breathing deep, drawing her arms and legs around him like a flower closing at sunset. "You marked me as yours."