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Chapter 4: Testing the Bonds of Fortune


Harry awoke with out warning from a deep dreamless sleep needing to pee rather badly. Glancing at the clock on the dresser beside the bed he saw it was only a bit after six in the morning. Harry groaned lightly realizing they must have failed asleep minutes after they finished yesterday. It had been quite early in the day he reckoned with out knowing exactly when they fell asleep, but regardless almost the entirety of sunday had been spent asleep in the arms of his new lover.

Harry's need to relieve himself had reached a breaking point so he slowly and stealthily pulled his arm from beneath Gabrielle and left the bed. Not bothering with clothes he trotted quietly to the adjacent bathroom cupping himself to relieve some of the discomfort and assure he didn't have an accident.

Harry sighed deeply in satisfaction as he relieved himself. Still groggy from having woken only moments earlier he had his eyes closed and swayed slightly almost meditatively. When he was finished he went to the sink to wash his hands and stared at his own reflection. Harry was surprised at his own surprise at looking pretty much the same as ever, except his hair was beyond messy reaching into catastrophe territory.

"I just lost my virginity," said Harry softly in wonder. He had thought that he would feel different somehow, but really wasn't. It was just the same old Harry staring back at him from the mirror. The only difference he could find was he seemed a bit calmer than before, though he was unsure if it was based on some larger concern, or just that he had spent all of yesterday fretting about bonding with Gabrielle, a problem that had come to an explosive irrevocable conclusion.

Harry wondered briefly at that, this was his life now. For the end of his days she would be a part of his life for better or worse. Anyone he was ever friends or romantically involved with would have to be understanding to this admittedly odd circumstance in his life. Gabrielle had said she wanted him to try at love outside of her, but Harry was unsure. First of all despite his painful crush on his best mate's sister he could easily see not needing anyone else, at least in a romantic sense for the rest of his life. She was hauntingly beautiful, and would remain as such for the rest of her days, not only because of her nature as a part Veela, but also the bond that existed between them now. She had indicated rather vaguely that they would become perfect lovers for the other and that both thrilled and terrified him.

Secondly, what girl in their right mind would want to date Harry knowing that at minimum they would always be in a three way relationship?

Harry left the bathroom and stopped short at the sight before him. During his time in the bathroom Gabrielle had shifted, kicking the covers off and underneath herself and now lay in the center of the bed arms and legs splayed out sleepily, her mouth open slightly in a soft purr like snore, perfectly naked.

Starting to swell almost immediately Harry made his way slowly over to the bed almost in a trance. He knelt down at the side of the bed and stared in wonder at Gabrielle. He watched her breasts rise and fall slowly accompanying her deep mellow breathing. Her skin shone as if bathed in moonlight though it was morning now, the light streaming hazily into the room through curtained windows.

He admired the soft curving line of her form, her breasts hanging slightly to either side of her chest, the soft slightly rounded swell of her belly, arching quickly into her center. He tried not to stare at first, but could not help himself. She was shaved bare, and most of her sex was hidden in the soft white mound of her sex, a deeply laid slid the only evidence of an entrance, though Harry knew, from the show she had given him yesterday, that he could easily spread the soft skin to reveal the lovely pink simultaneously fascinating, arousing, and unfamiliar territory.

Finally breaking his gaze away from her most private place, though 'not to him' Harry recalled with a shudder, he let his eyes wander from top the bottom raking in her whole perfect form, making his blood boil, and erection move to painfully aroused territory. Harry's first instinct was to wank, but stilled that impulse. Despite his misgivings she was 'his'. She quite literally belonged to him, and this was supposed to be her purpose towards him. A deep shame welled in Harry for a moment, but then he remembered a bit more vividly the things she had screamed yesterday. She had quite literally referred to herself as belonging to him while screaming in ecstasy. She seemed thrilled at the idea, and Harry trying to wrestle his conscience also knew despite trying to convince himself otherwise, that the thought of owning this girl, this heartbreakingly attractive girl, was intoxicatingly arousing.

Already his mind was racing with the possibilities. Coming to Hogwarts had been something of a sexual awakening for Harry. He did not know if Vernon had ever given 'the talk' to Dudley, but Harry had certainly never been a recipient. Upon coming to Hogwarts and living for many years in a dorm full of randy young teens, he started to hear many, many conflicting details. First and second year he had heard smatterings of whispered conversation between the senior students in the common room, and by third year he could hardly escape Dean and especially Seamus' embarrassingly detailed accounts of their various encounters during school and especially during breaks, which most assumed were at least exaggeration if not outright lies.

The worst had been during fifth year christmas, when Sirius had decided Harry needed 'the talk'. Harry allowed himself to fall back into memory, which while acutely embarrassing at the time, was now one of a too short list of memories involving his godfather.

It was christmas day and Sirius had pulled Harry aside from the now subdued festivities after having opened presents and celebrating Arthur Weasley's release from St. Mungo's. Sirius had taken Harry to the rarely used study, barely more than a few dusty chairs and a table and sat Harry down across from him with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"Aren't I a bit young for firewhiskey?" asked Harry with trepidation.

"Ah! But this isn't firewhiskey Harry, this my boy is Glenfidditch 18 year aged single malt scotch whiskey. Not quite the best of the best, but a rather fine drink if I say so myself. Bit less of a jolt than firewhiskey mind you, but it gets the job done. Besides, I won't tell Molly if you won't, and to be honest I'm going to need a bit of a drink to get through this."

"What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Nothing wrong, it's just, not something I ever expected to have to do, and I'm a bit nervous about bollocksing this up. Now!" he exclaimed adding a shot to either glass, "have a shot and we'll get started."

Harry watched as Sirius dropped the shot back in one swallow and swiftly banged the glass back on the table filling it again, but not reaching for it. Harry, in some part not wanting to disappoint Sirius, and also being quite curious about the strong muggle drink followed suit, spluttering a bit and coughing but managing to swallow the whole shot on the first try.

"That's the way to do it!" Said Sirius proudly refilling Harry's glass almost as soon as it touched the table. "Now, just to make sure, didn't exactly ask anyone just in case, but have you been given… 'the talk'?"

"The what," asked Harry confused, throat still burning.

"'The talk'," he said again unhelpfully. "You know, the birds and the bees and all that."

Harry just stared at Sirius blankly, not sure where he was going with this.

"Blimey," said Sirius sullenly and swallowed another shot, with Harry following quickly not wanting to be left behind. Smirking Sirius refilled the glasses again. "The, uh, the talk about girls and sex and what not…" he finally said lamely.

Harry blushed and shook his head, "well, I mean, I've heard things from older boys, and some of my dorm mates talk about it, a lot actually."

Sirius scoffed. "No, not half true boasting from mates, I mean, from an adult, someone who has experience. I admit I had quite hoped Arthur had this chat with you, I mean, He's done it six times already, thought he'd have a whole speech prepared and everything, though clearly he hasn't."

"If you're uncomfortable, I could probably ask him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind," answered Harry, not really wanting to follow through on the offer. He respected Mr. Weasley, but this was right embarrassing.

"No, no, I'm your godfather, and as…James couldn't be here to do it, 'the talk' falls to me. Though like I said, not really sure how to begin, I figured the whiskey would help."

Harry red in the face bud smirking grabbed his shot and downed it, starting to grow used to the taste, and though it was a bit of a struggle, he managed not to cough and splutter this time.

Smiling broadly Sirius said, "cheers," and downed his as well again filling the glasses.

After a pensive moment Sirius began, "actually Harry, just as a start, do you have any questions?"

"Um, well, yes actually. I'm wondering if there isn't some sort of charm or potion to stop… you know… um," Harry stopped, stuttering to a halt, "well I mean there aren't exactly condoms available at Hogwarts, and I've never seen anything at the apothecary in Diagon Alley either."

"Oh! Good on you mate. That's right responsible of you, I'll admit that I didn't start worrying about protection until after I had a scare with a buxom young Ravenclaw my fourth year, ah!" said Sirius wiping a fake tear away and sighing wistfully, "what an innocent time."

Harry snorted.

Laughing Sirius continued, "yeah I suppose I was never really innocent. In answer to your question, yes there is a charm. I'll teach it to you, but for now let's keep talking. Any other questions?

"I dunno," answered Harry embarrassedly.

"Then I'll just talk, and when you have a question ask away," said Sirius airily, the drink starting to visibly affect him. I suppose you don't need the basics, tab A into slot B and all that?" Harry nodded. "Well, what about button C?"

"Button C?"

"…and hole B and Button D now that I mention it…" Sirius added after a pause.

They both paused, Sirius in quiet contemplation and Harry in quiet confusion.

They both drank.

"You see Harry, girls are bit, well no, a lot different than boys. Aside from the obvious, when a boy is randy it's rather obvious isn't it?" Harry blushed. "Girls are a bit more subtle but there are wondrous, beautiful signs that they're as good to go as you are!"

Harry with what seemed like a permanently red face both from embarrassment and drink watched as Sirius gave a detailed accounting of the female form, using his own body as a reference point. Certain words seemed to jump out and make Harry burn red like 'lips' and 'wet'. Quite mortified and thinking he wanted to be a bit more drunk for this Harry took another shot, Sirius following along, and this time Harry filled the glasses, and downed a second shot almost immediately. Sirius roared with approval slamming his glass down on the table, shattering it, repairing it with his wand, and exclaiming quite drunkenly that he was nearly in tears at how much Harry took after his father.

The bottle was two thirds gone when Sirius finally started talking in depth about 'technique'. Harry sat dazedly and listing slightly trying to follow his words, watching him move his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, nearly shouting about different types of orgasms, and which would work most effectively to make a girl 'fall in lust' with you, which Sirius assured Harry was quite a bit more satisfying than love, though at the same time admitted 'lust versus love' had been a long standing debate between himself and James.

The bottle was empty by the time Sirius had begun his overly detailed instructions on preparing a girl for a good buggering and Harry had hit his head quite unconscious on the table. When he had woken up some time in the evening he was in his bed with an unbelievable headache, and a bottle of hangover potion tucked in his pocket. That evening at dinner he was unable to look Sirius in the eye, but thanked him sincerely with a burning face before going to bed.

Harry was brought from memory with a soft moan. His eyes shot towards Gabrielle's face and saw she was breathing a bit lighter, and was slightly flushed. She shifted and Harry's eyes were drawn to the movement and fixed his gaze back to her sex and saw a single dewey drop of fluid seep from the bottom of her center and trickle slowly down and disappear into the shadowed crack of her bum.

'Is she having a wet dream?' thought Harry wide eyed in erotic disbelief. She moaned again. 'She is!' he thought excitedly. He moved to the foot of the bed and leaned onto the edge gazing at her in want. With slow realization he decided he wanted to taste her, and was quite disappointed he had not done so last night. Despite all the appearances Harry had some niggling doubt. Would she still be as happy in the morning light? Would she regret last night? Harry knew beyond a doubt that bond or no, if she no longer wanted to be with him he would not force her. This, however, did not give him enough pause to stop his voyeuristic actions.

'I wonder if she's dreaming about me?' he questioned, and as if in response to his internal question Gabrielle let out a soft sigh that sounded just like ''arry'.

"Bugger this," whispered Harry leaning down bodily and laying a soft loving kiss on the center of her center. She let out a plaintive whine from somewhere deep in her throat.

Taking this as a good sign Harry backed off and used his fingers to spread her open. He was stunned momentarily at the soft glistening pink flesh, slightly contracting in a slow steady pulse in time with her breathing. Using one hand to keep her spread open he used the first finger of the other to lightly touch the small pink nub at the apex of her sex he knew from Sirius' description to be her clitoris.

She moaned again a bit louder this time, canting her hips slightly, and her breathing became more shallow as a new wave of wetness seemed to simply appear on the tantalizing flesh, her now more rapidly pulsing sex pushing more drops of fluid out and down her pale skin.

Quite overcome Harry bent his head foreword and licked languidly from the damp area of skin between her sex at the start of her bum to her clit.

Gabrielle moaned loudly and wrapped her fingers in his hair. "Oui! Il n'est pas un rêve," she half moaned half spoke sleepily. "Taste me 'arry! Drink of me!"

Harry responded enthusiastically dipping hit tongue into her and sucking in her arousal with soft slurping noises. He paused momentarily to apologize for not asking for permission but she used her grip on him to shove his face back against her nearly shouting, "You always 'ave permission! You are my 'arry! My pussy is for you!" Her words became a long wail as Harry grabbed her thighs moving them up and flat against the bed and began to suck in earnest on her clit using his tongue to lap quickly. She began to thrash in earnest, hands fisting in his hair, quick desperate cries in time with Harry's licking tongue.

To fight against her surprisingly strong bucking, and not lose his target, Harry moved his left arm to restrain her; upper arm across her thigh, forearm across her soft belly, hand gripping her sensuously curved hip. Realizing he no longer needed his right arm to keep her from moving too much, he brought his first two fingers to her opening and slowly pushed them in, Gabrielle letting loose a long throaty noise deep from her throat that almost sounded like she was in pain.

Harry wondered wildly at Sirius' accuracy, daring to hope; Sirius had described it with awe in his voice, and Harry thought either way it couldn't hurt to try. He teased around inside her, her whole body shuddering in response, and after a brief search found the spot Sirius had told him about. He began to stroke it in a come-hither motion and Gabrielle let out a soft 'oh!' and held her breath. After after only ten strokes she let out another 'oh!' this time laced with surprise and her legs started to tremble.

Silently giving every thankful vow, prayer, and wish he could think of for Sirius and his no longer embarrassing, now most wonderful bloody awesome 'talk' ever, Harry raised his head and looked straight into Gabrielle's eyes who's own gaze locked onto his own.

Her face, her beautiful fucking face, held a mix of pleasure, shock, concern, and something desperate Harry couldn't identify. She was panting now, every intake of breath containing a slight gasp. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and it made her already luminescent pale blue eyes shine, sparkling in the low morning light; a splash of gold against her flawless ivory skin. Harry was utterly enraptured by her beauty, it made his heart ache and his cock throb, unable to get the memory of being buried inside her while she screamed his name and writhed beneath his body almost superimposed over the sight of her, panting and whining desperately, hands gripping the blanket beneath them tight enough to tear it, her face scrunching more and more tightly with each stroke of his fingers.

Overcome as he was Harry shifted towards her, taking his left arm off her belly and using his thighs against her's to keep her planted to the bed. He used his elbow to keep himself above her slightly, but brought his hand up to cup the side of her face palm flat against her cheek, fingers splayed across her ear and her soft hair. He brought his face close to hers and gazed deeply into her eyes. He saw two tears leak from the corners of each eye and used his thumb to caress one away kissed the other. Then he kissed her. She whined into his mouth and delved into it with her tongue. Harry recalling the memorable way she had sucked on his tongue returned the favor never breaking his quick pace inside her.

Her hands left the blanket and scraped against his back, leaving stinging trails, but Harry did not care, too enraptured by their kiss and the way she trembled at his touch.

There was a flood of fluid, and his fingers began making loud wet smacking and squelching noises from inside her. She arched her neck and broke away from the kiss with a cry, pressing her head into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, "Oh mon dieu! Que faites-vous de moi?!" she shouted, "'Arry! 'Arry, what are (scream) I can't (moan) please (gasp) moon bien-aimé!"

She jumped and her face went from rapture to fear, "'Arry I zhink I'm going to pee!"

"Trust me," said Harry.

Her eyes shot to his and locked. Unable to close his eyes, even to blink, Harry sped his fingers and watched as her mouth opened wider and wider, almost invisible eyebrows knitted in worry, but eyes open boring into his. Her cry of rapture started low and in the throat and slowly grew louder and higher as her trembling turned to shakes and twitches. She screamed long and loud, punctuated by hurried gasps desperate for air; each scream paired with a torrent of come drenching Harry's abdomen and upper legs, each gasp paired with a fierce contraction around his fingers. Her whole body arched and she used her arms to press him to her, her legs pressed together around his hand.

After five powerful floods, Gabrielle dropped bonelessly to the bed, her eyes closed, brow scrunched, and her mouth hanging open slightly, panting. Her sex fluttered rhythmically on his fingers as he slowed his stroking, following her down from her climax, until stopping entirely and withdrawing gently.

She lay there for a long time, just breathing. Harry stared at her form, spread out beneath him, sweaty, and as covered in her come as he was. Beneath her there was an impressive wet spot on the bed.

When she finally opened her eye, she seemed to stare into the middle distance before flicking her eyes to Harry's. The moment she had made eye contact, that 'something desperate' he had been unable to identify before made its way to her face and she cuddled to him pulling them to their sides, and pressing bodily to him, burring her face into his neck and crying loudly.

Harry froze.

His kryptonite.

Desperate to stem her tears, and fearful of the reason for them, wondering wildly if he had hurt her somehow, he stroked her back and her hair and began apologizing, "I'm so sorry Gabrielle, I didn't realize that would be so intense, I won't ever do that-"

"Non!" she said with a cry and a sniffle, "'arry zhat was ce magnifique. Eet iz non why I cry."

"Then why?"

"'Arry…'arry," she started, looking away. He brought his hand to her face and gently moved he back to looking at him, but before he could say anything she said quickly, "'arry, when you look into my eyes like that it bares your mind!"

Harry leaned back a little in shock, "it does?"

"Oui."

"You could read my mind?"

"Non. Emotions.

"And that's why you cried?" asked Harry forlornly.

"Oui," she replied breathlessly.

"And?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"Eet," she started. "Eet, filled me," she finished wrapping her arms and legs around Harry and closed like a flower. "Nevair 'ave I felt somezhing so wonderful. So, complete. I was ovairwhelmed." Harry just gaped at her. "Well," she grinned, "somezhing so wonderful until what followed," she finished cheekily.

Harry grinnned.

"Speaking of which, 'arry!? What? How? Nevair 'as zhat 'appened to me!"

"Uh…" Harry started dumbly, "my godfather Sirius went a little in depth during my 'talk'."

She sighed into his chest and said, "you must introduce us, zo zhat I may zhank 'im in person." Harry stiffened and Gabrielle gasped frightfully, "oh 'arry!"

"He's dead," stated Harry simply.

"I am so sorry," she whispered kissing his chest, over his heart.

"S'alright," said Harry stiffly.

"Non! I can feel you, remember?"

Harry suddenly felt very exposed, but just as the flash of vulnerability hit him Gabrielle pushed him over onto his back and startled him.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked startled.

"Giving you some joy."

She rode him slow and steady, her whole body pressed flat against him, head burring in the crook of his neck whimpering. Harry had, at her direction, kept his arms above his head and his legs relaxed, simply enjoying her ministrations. As turned on as he was from watching her gush around his fingers he lasted only minutes, but Gabrielle made sure the orgasm built slowly despite Harry nearly shouting 'faster' and 'harder' she actually slowed down to draw his climax out as much as possible. Harry unable to keep from moving at the point of rapture, grabbed her around the middle and thrust erratically spilling himself inside her, and with a deep satisfied groan he held her to him as tight as he could waiting for his heart to slow down, and his breathing to come back to normal. He noticed belatedly that Gabrielle was in a similar state. "You came? But that was like five minutes tops."

"When you came, I came, eet iz ze bond."

"Why don't I feel you?" he asked groggily.

"You will. In time. I am Veela, eet iz immediate. You are fully 'uman, you need to adapt."

They lay together in silence until Harry noticed it was a quarter past seven. "I need to get up in a bit."

"What do you 'ave today?"

"Defense, potions, and quidditch practice."

"Zhen I will see you tonight."

"Gabrielle, I don't want to leave you alone all day."

"Oh! Don't worry about zhat. I am still studying for Beauxbaton's version of your OWLs. Many of ze teachers 'ere 'ave volunteered to tutor me should I need eet."

"That's nice of them."

"I zhought so as well. Dumbledore eensists zhat I stay 'idden until next year when a transfer would be appropriate."

"I'm sorry," said Harry sadly. "I wish I could be with you all the time."

Gabrielle clutched Harry tighter. "So do I. I also would 'ave liked to watch you practice quidditch."

Harry grinned widely, "what if I told you I have an invisibility cloak?"

"Vraiment? I mean, really?"

"And, you would lend eet to me?"

"Consider it yours anytime you want to explore the castle and get out of this room."

"And visit you?" she asked giggling.

"Sure, just don't distract me in class," he added seriously.

Gabrielle laughed, "I wont. Zhough I may come bother you at lunch. Also watch you practice quidditch."

"I'd love it if you came."

"Oh, 'arry, again and again."




There was nothing Snape could do to Harry to detract from him mood, try as he might, and that only seemed to inflame his anger more. The beauty of the situation, was that Harry was aware that Snape knew of Gabrielle as Dumbledore must have asked all the teachers to tutor her (though apparently Snape refused), and Snape was aware that Harry knew that he knew. While Snape would have liked to make comments about his new relationship to embarrass him, he could not as it was supposed to be a secret. Harry, for his part, didn't have to say anything to infuriate Snape further (an thing he was quite happy to do). All he had to do was follow Snape's instructions, nod, smile and not allow Snape to browbeat him into saying something worthy of loosing points or gaining a detention. Harry took it all in stride, his experience with Gabrielle acting as a shield to all outside. Even the groups of girls who had been trying to corner Harry beneath mistletoe were a cause for laughter as opposed to embarrassment.

Ron begged Harry into a game of chess during the break before lunch. Harry thought he should be working on the essay Snape had assigned them (2 feet on linking wand movements) but decided that he should treasure any time he had with Ron while Lavender was busy gossiping with Parvati. To his consternation said girls who sat a polite distance from Harry and Ron's game were non-the-less shooting glances over at the both of them and giggling like mad.

Ron took one of Harry's bishops, "So Harry, um, how is Hermione?"

Harry stared at Ron a long moment with an arched eyebrow, "do you really want to know?"

Ron looked guiltily at the board and sighed, "she's still my friend even if we're not speaking at the moment."

"You should tell her that."

"I just said we're not speaking," he said hotly.

"Saying that might get you two to speaking terms again."

"I didn't do anything wrong," replied Ron adamantly, "lets not talk about this anymore."

"Alright," said Harry not pointing out Ron had brought the subject up, "how are you and Lavender going?"

"Good," said Ron evenly, a far away look in his eyes, not really studying the board as Harry advanced a knight, "it's just, we don't really talk you know? Mostly when were alone we song, and when were in public she gossips and I listen and make noises like I'm listening to her."

"Do you want to know her better?" Harry asked plainly, thinking he already knew quite enough about Lavender on a personal level, and thinking Hermione was at least twice the girl she was not understanding what Ron was thinking.

"I think I do. I mean, the snogging bloody fantastic, but…I think I'd like to get to know her."

"So, you think you're going to make a real go at it?"

"Maybe," said Ron shrugging, taking the knight Harry had just moved.

"Also, and don't get mad, but I do think you're being a bit of a hypocrite to Hermione."

Ron grunted, "I'm not angry at her about Krum anymore," said Ron unconvincingly, "I'm just mad that she seemed to think that just because we we're going to the party together that meant we were, you know, 'together' and all that. I mean, it's not like we discussed that, it's like she just took it for granted."

Harry nodded, but wasn't entirely sure that he agreed, but at the very least he could see where Ron was coming from. He knew beyond a doubt what he would have done in his place, but Harry had his own faults, and fear of intimacy had been one of his. He smiled suddenly, a plot formulating in his head. It was still the near the start of November, but Harry had to decide what to do about Christmas vacation. He knew, assuredly, that he would not be parted from Gabrielle for the break, be it him going to France with her to visit her family, her coming with him to the Burrow to visit his 'family' or even staying at Grimmauld place, just the two of them at least at first, only having to deal with an occasional invasion of the Order of the Phoenix. "Um, Ron?"

"Yeah Harry?" he said, aggressively taking one of Harry's pawn placing him in check.

"So, um, I know you asked me to spend Christmas at the Burrow-," Harry moved his queen in the way.

"What?" said Ron loudly, "you mean you're not?" asked Ron taking the queen.

"Maybe, it depends."

"On what?"

"Well, in order to explain that, I need, to come clean about something." Harry didn't like lying to Ron, but Gabrielle said it had to be completely secret until next year. "See, I've been, um, writing someone." Harry made a desperate move with his rook.

"Who?" Ron took the rook with his queen.

"A girl." backing his king to the corner to avoid the new threat from Ron's suddenly apparent queen.

"Who!" said Ron excitedly.

"Well, you'll find out if I can bring her to the Burrow for Christmas. See we haven't seen each other in ages and I want to spend christmas with her. If she can come to the Burrow as well, then we'll both go, but if not I might go spend it at her place, or Grimmauld place."

"Oh, come on Harry, who is it? Someone at Hogwarts, is she a Hufflepuff?"

"No, she doesn't go to Hogwarts."

"Oh, go on then, give me a hint?"

"No."

"Fine, I'll write my mum after dinner and ask. Merlin knows she's never had a problem with more house guests before," Ron moved his knight, "that's mate, mate."

Lavender and Parvati joined them seeing the game was over. "You win?" asked Lavender sweetly.

"Of course Lav!" said Ron, puffing his chest out. Lavender squealed and giggled into Ron's lap. Harry and Parvati rolled their eyes at the same time, notices and hid laughter themselves.

"So Harry, how are things?" asked Parvati.

"Really good," said Harry smiling broadly.

Parvati blushed unexpectedly but before she could respond Ron snorted, "I bet."

"Ew Ron! Don't snort like that when we're kissing, it's ogie!"

Harry chuckled at Lavenders odd word.

"And what do you mean 'I bet'?" continued Lavender.

Harry sent Ron a glare but he ignored it, "Harry's got himself an almost girlfriend by the sounds of it."

"Oh!" exclaimed Lavender, "who! I mean me and Parvati always wondered who would finally break through Harry's shell and get the goodies. I even thought Parv might do it herself back in fourth…uh, I mean…sorry," she stopped meekly, Parvati blushed bright red despite her dark complexion and refused to meet Harry's eyes.

"He won't tell me, says I'll get to find out at Christmas," answered Ron.

"If she can come to the Burrow," said Harry raising a brow.

"Right, right."

Harry decided to leave for lunch early giving Ron and Lavender some alone time after they started snogging in earnest. He flashed Parvati an apologetic smile but she just blushed a bit harder and ignored his gaze. Giving it up for a lost cause he made his way down to the great hall wondering if Gabrielle was going to surprise him at lunch after all.

Ensuring his path crossed the library Harry found Hermione there and invited her to walk down with him. She happily agreed and they made their way down to the sparsely populated hall and waited for the food to appear.

"So?" asked Hermione.

"So?" replied Harry non-plussed.

"You bonded yesterday right?" she whispered.

Harry blushed, "oh, yeah I did. Honestly forgot I told you."

Hermione laughed, "wow, she must have done a number on you," she commented wryly.

Harry blushed even deeper, "I suppose she did."

"So? Tell me about it."

"Hermione," he looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"You promised! I told you about Krum."

"I know I promised, but we're in public."

"Oh fine, I wont press you for the dirty details until we're alone, but for now you can just give me a summary right?"

Harry sighed and subtly waved his wand and cast 'muffliato'. Hermione sniffed at his use of a 'Prince' spell, but didn't complain.

"We bonded yesterday," Harry started just as the food appeared. They continued to talk as they served themselves.

"How?"

Harry paused, then finally said, "sex."

Hermione's cheeks tinged pink but motioned for him to continue.

"Uh, then we slept until the next morning, then, uh… had sex again," finished Harry lamely.

"You didn't talk huh?" Hermione asked a knowing look in her eyes.

"Not really," said Harry embarrassedly. "I want to get to know her, and her me as well, and I'll try tonight to talk, but she may just attack me."

"Only eef you wish eet," whispered a voice from directly behind Harry. He jumped, and Hermione hissed 'who said that' but Harry was shushing her.

"That was Gabrielle, I gave her my invisibility cloak and it seems she decided to stalk me at lunch."

Harry gaped as Hermione giggled. "What?" she asked indignantly at Harry's expression. In the meantime Gabrielle had dropped to her hands and knees and crawled under the bench to beneath the table, turned, and placed her hands on Harry's thighs. Harry's face burned. "What's wrong?" asked Hermione noticing Harry's dramatic change of expression.

"She just crawled under the table," said Harry in a short whisper.

"Really?" asked Hermione a little more excitedly that Harry would have preferred.

"Yes," Harry started but Gabrielle had not stayed still, and Harry stopped talking the moment she had reached inside his pants and grasped his cock, which immediately began to grow stiff. Harry's face burned.

"What's she doing?" asked Hermione.

Harry didn't answer as Gabrielle had just swallowed him whole. His face went slack and his eye's went glassy and Hermione stared in wonder.

"What's she doing?" she asked again, softer and with a touch of something extra in her voice.

"She's um…merlin…she's, uh."

"What? You promised we'd share."

"Her…mouth."

Hermione squeaked and bit her lip. Harry tried not to groan. Harry saw Hermione was trying not to look at his face and focus on her food, but kept stealing quick glances at him. After a painfully embarrassing long moment Hermione finally said, "Harry breath, you're going to pass out,"

"Don'twannamakenoise," he replied quickly at a whisper.

"You cast muffliato remember?"

"Oh yeah," and as if on cue with that statement Harry gripped the table hard and let out a plaintive moan pressing his head to the table in a painful smack. When he finally looked up at Hermione she looked mortified, her whole face red, hidden behind her hands. "Sorry Hermione."

"No, no. It's alright. I'm sure I'll laugh about it later."

"Great."

"Harry. How about we have dinner?"

"What?"

"Just the three of us? I'd like to meet her properly."

Gabrielle grasped Harry's hand and squeezed showing her approval, so Harry just nodded. Hermione got up to leave having finished her food before Harry, who had been quite distracted.