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Chapter 5: A Seed is Planted


With the help of 'The Prince' potions was as easy as ever. Harry was partnered with Ron today, so didn't have to suffer through Hermione's usual noises of un-approval towards Harry's "unconventional" potions instructions. Ron of course, benefitting from the Prince's instruction, couldn't care in the slightest. It wasn't that Harry wanted Hermione to harangue him, but the absence of her pointed stares anytime she caught Harry squinting his eyes to read the diminutive handwriting was almost more noticeable than Harry's now automatic attempts to ignore her on the matter. In fact, she seemed to be barely paying attention to the class; though Harry noted with a bit of pride towards his friend, that her potion looked fairly perfect.

Seeing that his and Ron's own potion was the perfect shade of sky blue, they set it to simmer for the required 10 minutes. Ron left his place to go flirt with Lavender, while her potion was also simmering, and Harry spent his time doodling aimlessly on a spare bit of parchment and watching Hermione, trying to figure out what this odd distracted Hermione really meant. Clearly she was thinking about what happened at lunch, and Harry thought this might not be a good sign. If what had happened was putting Hermione off her usual focus in class, she might not be too pleased at him, and by extenuation Gabrielle. With a deep sense of foreboding Harry wondered how his 'private' dinner might go.

Quidditch practice was a mixed bag. With Ron's new found confidence the chasers got a much better workout during practice, and Harry would join the chasers for three on three games against a single set of hoops. He had made the teams him and Ginny against Dean and Demelza, presumably that Ginny being the best chaser should offset Harry's general lack of practice at the position, and that Dean and Ginny would have an easier time syncing plays than Dean and Demelza who had never spoken a word to each other before they started practicing together. A little voice inside told Harry he did it just so he wouldn't have to watch Dean and Ginny play together more than he had too, and as his partner he would have a perfectly good reason to watch her fly more than the other players.

Harry was pleased that when Dean and Demelza pulled ahead, Dean decided to rib on his girlfriend a bit, and the result was a very irate Ginny breaking their scoring runs with a vengeance. She even fouled Dean a bit to stop him from blocking the shot that won the mini-game.

Still feeling slightly vengeful, and also being able to use Dean's newness to the team as a ready excuse, Harry decided to run him through 'the gauntlet'. It was a training strategy that Harry had watched Oliver Wood use almost to excess in Harry's third year. Wood claimed that his uncle, who was a press agent for the Appleby Arrows, told Wood about this training method in confidence, but that as it was his last year at Hogwarts, he decided to break out the big guns. It was a training method usually only used by professional teams, as the likelihood of injury was high.

Harry gathered the team together in a tight circle just above one set of goal posts, "Alright! Thomas, good job, you're really improving on coordination with the other chasers, but we need to catch you up on your reaction time to the opposing team so - Gauntlet drill!"

Ginny groaned, "sorry Dean, I remember Fred and George complaining about those."

Dean gulped visibly, "so how's this work?"

"Essentially it's you scoring a goal against the rest of the team. Peakes and Coote are going to beat against you, and Ginny and I are going to try and break your scoring runs the same way we would the opposing team would. Well, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff anyways, we're not going to foul you. Since you're already warmed up with Robbins she'll be your wing. If you need to pass to escape a situation she'll be waiting for you. Robbins I'm looking for quick rebounds, no more than a second or two before passing it back to Dean. You're great on accuracy when you have time to line up a pass, but when you have to pass quickly you tend to throw wide," Harry looked back at Dean, "When you can score against Ron only needing to pass to Robbins twice or less we're done."

Dean rose to the occasion but it still took nearly half an hour to accomplish the run. When he was done his slowly sunk to the ground and lay down on the grass panting. Harry landed beside him and kneeled, "I'm proud of you Mate, that was really good. A huge improvement really, take your time getting up, I know how bad those can be from experience." Now, seeing how exhausted Dean was Harry was a little remorseful, and not sure where his flare of jealously had come from, and why he had risen to the temptation to 'punish' Dean for being with Ginny, abusing his powers as captain. "Good practice everyone! We'er the best in the school I'm sure of it!"

Slowly everyone left for the showers, Ginny casting a calculating look Harry's way before heading in, leaving Harry alone to collect the game balls. After he put them away he headed into the boy's showers and saw it quite deserted. While cleaning he wondered if Gabrielle had watched the practice, and if she would decide to join him in the shower, but she didn't. After dressing and leaving through the common area he found out why. Ginny was waiting for him just outside the door, and if she had been there since dressing herself than Gabrielle might not have been able to sneak through the door to the locker room.

"Ginny? What are you-"

She cut him off, "why did you have Dean run 'the gauntlet'? she asked, making her disdain towards the name very clear.

Harry, slightly hesitant, wondering if his jealousy had been more apparent than he realized replied slowly, "he's good at running plays with you and Demelza, but that's just memorization. He needs to get better at dealing with the other team."

"Why haven't you run anyone else through it?" she said poker-faced.

"Frankly?" Ginny nodded. "No one else needs it."

Ginny's lips narrowed slightly, but other than that she didn't react. Finally she asked, "that's it?"

Feeling even worse now, and again promising never to do something like it again he replied, "yes," trying not to look guilty or flush in shame.

"Ok," Ginny said bit more pleasantly, and with a slightly pensive look she walked away, waving a hand lazily behind her saying, "later Harry."

"Later," Harry replied watching her go. He stood there until Ginny was out of view and a small hand captured his.

"I tried to sneak een and surprise you een ze shower, but Ginny was already waiting by zhe time I got 'ere."

"S'alrigh," said Harry softly, squeezing her hand back.

"Were you jealous of zis Dean?"

Harry waiting a long time to speak. Somehow admitting what he had done was easier with Gabrielle somehow. Perhaps because if she could sense his emotions even slightly, he was sure he was radiating shame, "yeah, I did."

"You love zis girl?"

Harry whipped his head around, "what? No, Gabrielle…" it was very hard to talk to her while she was invisible, so he pulled her inside the locker room and locked the door with his wand. She took the cloak off and Harry knelt in front of her and had her sit on a bench so they were eye to eye. "Gabrielle, you never have to worry about another girl, even if I had feelings for someone else you come first. I know we've only been together a few days, but I already feel so strongly towards you, I can't imagine ever leaving you."

She had not interrupted his little speech, but she giggled at the end and seeing Harry's look of confusion said, "'Arry, I know you would non leave me, we are bonded, and I am not worried about ozher girls, in fact I encourage you to find love wherever you can."

"Why?"

"Remember what I told you? I play well with ozhers."

"Play yes, but you asked me if I loved Ginny."

"I said play, but I meant love. Zhere are zhings zhat I can bare you children, but zhey cannot be your airs. I can be your partner, but I can nevair be your equal."

"Of course you're my equal," said Harry hotly.

"Een some ways yes, you are wonderful to treat me zhis way, most wizards would not. I belong to you, I can nevair be your wife. My role is to please you, you will need, and want more zhan I can give you, zhough… do not zhink me sad, I am quite 'appy to be zhis for you." She finished with a wide beaming smile, and Harry felt his heart melt a little.

"So, you really want me to love other girls, to date them, and maybe marry one someday? Are you really happy being extra like that? A, a… a mistress I guess?"

Gabrielle giggled, lord was that cute, "Oui, Mistress, I 'ad forgotten the word. Eet iz quite appropriate."

"Wow."

After a long pause Gabrielle asked again, "so, do you love zis girl?"

"I don't know," said Harry simply. "I think she's dead attractive, and we're certainly friends. I know that if she weren't with Dean and I hadn't misunderstood what you wanted," he said with a smirk, "I'd have asked her out by… no, no I wouldn't have. I didn't realize I thought of her that way until after I caught her and Dean snogging."

Gabrielle laid a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I am sorry 'arry."

"S'okay. She's…she's been a friend and my best mate's little sister for as long as I've known her. I guess, she just sort of flew under the radar. She's had a crush on me forever, and like a git I don't notice her until after the rest of Hogwarts does and she's taken."

"Perhaps."

"What do you mean?"

Gabrielle paused, "just that, you never know what the future holds."

Harry smiled, "yeah. So, you're my mistress are you?"

"At least."

"At least?"

"If all you do iz keep me around to fuck when you are not with ozhers, I will be fulfilling the geas of the bond and be quite content."

After a long moment Harry sensed there was more to this and said, "but," and left it hanging.

"But… I admit I, crave more."

Harry glanced at his watch and saw that if they didn't leave now they would be late, so he got up pulling Gabrielle upright and wrapped the cloak about both of them. It was a tight fit, but Gabrielle was more than happy to press herself as tightly to Harry as possible with out impeding movement and they slowly walked towards the room of requirement. As they walked Harry pressed her for more information while lacing his fingers through hers as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and down her arm. "So, what is it you crave?"

Gabrielle blushed lightly. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded and squeezed his arm bit more snugly around her, "we're together, and it may not be under…er…normal circumstances, but now that we're here, I would love nothing more than to fulfill any fantasy you have. It would be my pleasure," Harry smirked and caught her eye with a saucy look at the last word.

She smiled coyly, "I want you to command me 'arry."

"Really?"

"Yes, anyzhing. We're eet not for zhe delicious chill that runs down your spine when I say your name…'arry…I would call you master."

Harry stopped short, "I don't want anyone to call me that."

"I know. Eet iz why I have not."

They resumed walking, "but really? You want me to command you? To tell you want to do?"

"Oui. And fuck me anyway you want to fuck me, or 'ave me fuck you."

Harry blushed, "wow."

"I 'ave been telling you all along. I am yours. I belong to you. Whether you would 'ear me say it or non, you are my master."

Harry contemplated her words for a while as they walked, lightly tracing his fingers up and down her arm to let her know his silence wasn't an indication of him ignoring her. There was still a niggling sense of propriety and decorum, and even a little voice that sounded like Hermione telling him it was wrong to 'own' someone, and that it would be nobler still in his situation to treat someone he unfortunately was forced to 'own not in the way that he imagined someone like Lucious Malfoy would act towards a girl in a similar situation. She used the word crave… she really wants this. Wants to be controlled, told what to do…used. Part of Harry felt dirty even contemplating it, but there was something forbiddingly intoxicating about the possibilities that bloomed in Harry's mind. He could fulfill any fantasy he had ever had, in exacting detail if he wished. Any new fantasy he had could be potentially fulfilled minutes after he had it. That kind of power was daunting, and terrifying, and exhilarating.

"I believe you, and I think we should talk more, but I'm willing to try to be more what desire."

She stopped walking and turned in Harry's embrace to stare up into his eyes, "really?"

She was much shorter and it forced her to look up at him. Harry looked down on this diminutive girl, who never-the-less possessed a figure that made his mouth water, and despite it all appeared with an air of innocence, that just seemed to heighten her allure, especially knowing how wanton and sexual she could be, and how easily Harry could cause her to come undone. All he wanted to do was protect this girl, and bring her all the happiness in the world. "Of course pet, how could I not want to do something that makes you happy?" Her expression radiated affection, and something else, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She threw herself to Harry who caught her and lifted her off her feet and into his arms, crushing her to his body. "Anything, anything you ever want is yours."

"All I want is you." She stayed still for a while in his arms, and Harry was only to happy to stand there with her pressed to him as she was. After a while she started to shift and Harry set her down. "You called me pet," she said beaming.

Harry looked surprised, "did I?" he asked rhetorically. "I admit, it's kind of common, sort of like 'love' or 'baby', but it does seem to fit."

"Are you sure I cannot call you 'master'?

"I'd rather you didn't. It reminds me of Voldemort." They started to walk again, "and, if you're a pet, you're definitely a cat, you almost purr, you like when I stroke your hair-"

"I like when you stroke my everyzhing."

Harry chuckled, "be that as it may, when I run my fingers through your hair you move your head like a cat. Besides, cats are adorable, I'm sorry you find the comparison unfavorable."

"Non, no, eet iz quite appropriate, but what does zhis 'ave to do with me calling you 'master'?"

"Well, while humans may own cats, as far as the cat is concerned, they own the human."



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Harry and Gabrielle were only about 10 minutes late meeting Hermione and when they entered the room of requirement, Harry was greeted with the familiar sight of the same room Hermione and he had used to discuss Gabrielle before the bond was made, but no Hermione. Sitting down Harry was about to ask the room for a an additional chair for Gabrielle when she simply sat in his lap. Thinking it was a fine compromise he held her close and ran his hands up and down her back while she nuzzled his neck and purred, playing up the cat comparison Harry had made on their walk here.

With a pop Hermione appeared along with Dobby.

"Dobby!" Harry exclaimed.

"Master Potter, Miss Granger, Miss…?"

"Gabrielle," she said sweetly.

Dobby gave her, what Harry decided was his elfish attempt, at a shrewd look before replying, "Gabrielle. I will be your waiter this evening. I shall start you with bread and wine while you decide on an entree." He popped away and as soon as Hermione sat down a bottle of chilled white wine in a silver carafe appeared alongside a bowl of bread, still steaming slightly, three dainty plates, pepper and salt shakers, and an elegant glass bottle of something colorless, yet slightly murky.

Hermione looks slightly out of sorts, "I wasn't expecting him to 'pop' me."

Harry goggled at her, "Hermione, what did you do to Dobby? I've never seen him so… reserved."

"I hired him to be our waiter this evening. He talked me down to a sickle."

"One sickle?"

"I started at a galleon, he started at half a knut. I never asked how I could pay him only half, but nevermind, It's very nice to meet you Gabrielle," said Hermione brightly leaning over to grasp Gabrielle's hand briefly.

"Likewise. I am always pleased to meet ze loved ones of my bond-mate."

Harry and Hermione both blushed.

"Mes excuses. I did non mean to embarrass eizher of you, I merely meant zhat you are dear friends. 'arry told me 'e was going to speak to you before completing ze bond. Zhank you for not dissuading 'im."

"Oh," said Hermione squeakily, "um…no problem."

Harry who had been steadily reddening throughout the exchange finally spoke, "so, um… Hermione… um… how was arithmancy?"

Hermione gave him a withering glare, "Thank you for trying to change the subject, but I'd rather hear about Gabrielle. Frankly, I'm fascinated by the whole thing, we've never covered Veela in any of our classes."

"Oh," said Gabrielle a little downcast.

"Of course," said Hermione quickly, "I also want to get to know you, as you're now such a big part of my best friends' life."

"I'm right here Hermione," said Harry wryly, "that being said, I'd actually like to get to know you myself."

"Haven't spent much time taking then Harry?" asked Hermione a large smile on her face.

Before Harry could respond Gabrielle said, "Non!" and buried her face in Harry's neck and bit at the pulse point, "we filled our time wizh more important zhings."

Harry blushed fiercely and Hermione looked smug, Gabrielle just looked like she had eaten a canary.

"Anyway," said Harry slowly and directly, "I'm famished, let's start eating."

Hermione grabbed a plate poured some of the liquid she identified as olive oil, sprinkled some salt and pepper into it and began dipping pieces of bread in it. Harry and Gabrielle followed suit, Harry leaving the small plate on the thigh not occupied by Gabrielle, while she held it daintily at chest level, careful to catch any crumbs that fell.

Gabrielle grabbed the wine and began pouring each of them a glass.

"Really Hermione? Wine?" Asked Harry with a hint of amusement. "Aren't you a prefect?"

"I'm sure Gabrielle is perfectly used to drinking wine with dinner, as am I. My parents have taken me on holiday to France since I was little. They have a cottage there and plan to live there when they retire.

"Fantastique! Ne vous parler français?" asked Gabrielle.

"Un peu," Hermione starter unsteadily, "Mon père est couramment, et ma mère est porch. Mostly I know simple conversationnel things, like commenting on the weather, or asking directions."

Gabrielle smiled, "I could tutor you, eef you'd like. Your accent ez already quite good."

"Thank you, that would be lovely."

Gabrielle spoke at length about Beauxbatons, in an eerily similar fashion to how Fleur had described it during the yule ball fourth year. It seemed the French school earned as much loyalty out of its students that Hogwarts did. 'At least most of us' thought Harry darkly.

It seemed that Beauxbatons had far more theory work about magic, and had classes that dealt with magic on a philosophical level, as well as far more advanced classes. Hogwarts had relatively few subjects that went into NEWTs, focusing on a more practical set of skills rather than learned study with the exception of Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Gabrielle described excitedly about how she had studied both rune craft and spell creation, two exclusive classes to the academy, as the teachers of both classes were currently the only recognized Masters of their respective classes.

Harry watched her as she gushed about about her Charms professor, she seemed so much younger than usual. Though, Harry mused, so far 'usual' was shagging. He was glad at this chance to learn about her, what her life was like before coming to Hogwarts. It was reassuring to hear her talk about her past cheerfully, no hint of longing to be back there. He still feared she might regret bonding to him someday.

As if responding to his insecurities, Gabrielle ran her fingers through Harry's hair, scratching at the nape of his neck, where the hair was soft and wispy. He shivered.

Hermione was quite agog to learn that Gabrielle had skipped several classes in Charms, and wondered whether Hogwarts offered the same thing. When Harry pointed out that their next year was their last year and Hermione would be unable to take advantage of it even if it were available, she looked quite put out.

They got to learn a bit about Fleur as well. It seemed, that when Fleur was only 12 she had developed a crush on a local muggle boy in the village they lived near, named Gregory Stiltson. Gabrielle regaled them with irritation at having been forced to participate in a pretend marriage standing in for Gregory so that Fleur could "practice". As Fleur had always been tall for her age, and Gabrielle short; Fleur was similarly taller than Gregory to the point of dwarfing him in stature. Regardless, Fleur finally made a grand declaration of love in front of Gregory and his friends. Gregory had responded by kicking her in the shin and calling her a giant. Fleur had retaliated by throwing blue flames, the first time she had shown her Veela ancestry, at the boy.

"And zen 'e-'e cried," said Gabrielle trying to hold back laughter, "'e cried, running all zhe way 'ome in terror: Mum! tha' stupid giant bint burned me bum hole!"

Harry and Hermione were nearly falling off their chairs in laughter.

"Oh! And zen, ze ministry 'ad to come in, and erase zheir memories. I 'ad to slap Fleur when she 'ad eet in 'er mind to try again, zhinking zhat since 'e 'ad no memory of 'er first try she might ask 'im to be 'er boyfriend anozher way!"

"You would have thought she'd have gotten the message," said Hermione shaking her head in mirthful confusion.

Gabrielle shrugged giggling, "ze 'eart wants what ze 'eart wants."



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Harry was just finishing his last bites of pasta when Hermione emptying the last of a second bottle of wine, leaning back comfortably in the chair, glass of wine in hand looked to Gabrielle and asked, "so, how's Harry in bed?"

"Hermione!" Harry said indignantly over the food in his mouth.

Gabrielle spoke over him, "Il est magnifique! 'E iz so kind and loving, 'is 'ands are everywhere!"

Hermione blushed but didn't lose the coy smile she had. Harry just groaned and buried his face in Gabrielle's neck closing his eyes in annoyance and resignation, "really Gabrielle?"

"Oh!," continued Gabrielle ignoring Harry, "and zhis morning, 'e gave me ze biggest orgasm of my life!"

Hermione who had been taking a sip of wine spluttered and coughed.

Gabrielle continued ignoring Hermione as well, "'e touched a spot inside me I 'aden't known existed, when I came I-" she faltered, blushing now.

Harry saw his chance for revenge, "Oh, don't stop now pet, you're leaving out the best part." Gabrielle squeaked and blushed brighter, "Hermione and I do have a full disclosure agreement now, not that there's been two way road so far" he afforded a glance at Hermione who looked torn between thinking she had more information than she bargained for and thoroughly titillated. "When she came, she drenched me waist to knees. The bed was soaked too.

"Oh!" said Hermione excitedly her embarrassment apparently forgotten, "The Gräfenberg Spot, i've read about it. Stimulation of it can sometimes cause women to ejaculate."

Harry baulked at Hermione, "Hermione, what books have you been reading?"

Hermione looked somewhat abashed and replied, "well Harry, what do you expect? Did you really think I would limit myself to only learning Hogwarts subjects? My parents are… well, they're very British if you know what I mean, so it was never really something talked about, and it seems even less appropriate to talk about in the magical world! I mean really, you'd think there would be some sort of sexual education class at Hogwarts. I had to learn in a book, on my own, what the anti-pregnancy charm was. And everyone who grows up with magical parents just seem so uptight about it! I mean, look at Mrs. Weasley, you'd think it was the middle ages the way she goes on about modesty and propriety. I love the woman to death, but she's just such a prude. As far as I've seen the only people who seem to have a modern view on sex are Sirius god rest his soul, Tonks, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Gabrielle, You Harry though I seem to have badgered you into it, and me." She breathed deeply, having somehow spoken her whole tirade on one breath. "In third year I started getting my period, so I went to Professor McGonagall and she acted scandalized. She gave me a book called 'Witches in Waiting'. It was like a 1950's disney cartoon."

Harry just stared at Hermione baffled but Gabrielle seemed unfazed, "Eet iz not as you say. In France we en ze magical community 'ave a similar view on sex as ze muggles of France."

"Oh I know! Like I said I've been to France quite a bit, the nude beaches are very… freeing."

Something went off like a flare in Harry's brain at that comment. He could not get the sudden image of Hermione naked lying on a beach somewhere in what Harry pictured was a quite picturesque and deserted beach. Her skin tan and glistening, the sun beating off her in an orange haze. Combined with the soft and alluring girl sitting in his lap, Harry quickly rose to attention. Knowing Gabrielle could feel him as her upper thigh was pressed quite firmly against him he had a brief flash of guilt thinking it must be obvious what had started him off. Gabrielle shifted in his lap grinding against him slightly, and Harry let out a soft sigh.

Hermione was silent for a long while, Harry not knowing whether she was going over what she had just said, or contemplating something else. It was with a pensive and calculating look, she asked, "Harry, Gabrielle, would you mind if I researched your bond?"

"I don't mind," said Harry trying not to convey his arousal in his voice. He looked to Gabrielle in question.

"I do not mind eizher. My understanding of ze bond iz mostly poetic discounting zhe rites of completing one."

"Thank you. As I said I'm rather fascinated by the whole thing. It's unique magic isn't it? As far as I have ever heard or read the only two instances of magic affecting or being affected by love is Veela bonding and Harry," her eyes shot to Harry's scar, "reflecting Voldemort's curse."

Harry was shocked, "that's quite a point you've got there," he said dully.

Gabrielle was similarly speechless, perhaps not understanding the full significance of this observation.

"Think about it Harry," said Hermione in her element now, "love potions are poorly named, Professor Slughorn said it himself, they only create lust and obsession. True love, cannot be created by magic, not in any of the magical intelligent races save Veela, and not with their usual abilities. Only in a rare single aspect, a permanent aspect, can Veela magic touch actual love, something that apparently has a physical presence in our world, something the ministry studies…" she trailed off briefly neither Harry nor Gabrielle daring to interrupt her. "Also, reflecting the curse wasn't something your mother did intentionally. From the way you said Dumbledore described it, she tapped into something primal, something that has always existed in magic before the first earth mages conjured fire…which means Veela magic is truly unique in that it's the only known magic that controls-"

"Non!" said Gabrielle sharply, she looked hurt, "my magic does not control my love, nor 'arry's."

Hermione looked contrite, "oh no I didn't mean-"

"I 'eard you say it."

"Gabrielle, I'm sorry, I was just in a mode, just theorizing, I believe you, you're magic doesn't control love, but it does connect with love more than any other magic I know of."

"Yes," replied Gabrielle stonily.

"Gabrielle," said Harry stroking her hair, "she didn't mean anything by it. She's my best friend, she trusts me, she doesn't think you're bewitching me, and even if she did I know better."

"Oui. Pardon. I 'ave jumped to ze conclusion."

"Accepted. I apologize for implying, well, what I implied," said Hermione warmly.

"Excuse admise."



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Harry and Gabrielle walked back to Gabrielle's suite, Harry being slightly supported by Gabrielle. He stumbled every few feet or so and Gabrielle giggled lightly the whole time, "'Arry, I zhink you are quite tossed."

"Rekon I am," slurred Harry.

"I believe Hermione and I could drink you undair ze table."

"Prolly, s'my first time drinking wine."

"Really, I could non 'ave guessed," she said sarcastically.

"The castle is so peaceful at night. I should like to live in a castle someday!" said Harry with a flourish of his free hand upsetting the cloak and making them visible again.

"'Arry! Ze cloak, nevair mind, we are 'ere."

Gabrielle pulled Harry into the room and as soon as the door was closed Harry grabbed Gabrielle to him, lifting her off the ground and pressing her to him. She laughed sweetly and hugged him back warmly. "You're so beautiful Gabrielle."

She blushed but said nothing.

Harry buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply, "you smell so good, like grass after a storm, so sweet and fresh. Innocent. Lovely and innocent."

Gabrielle bit him on the neck, suckling and scraping her teeth, sure to leave a mark. "But you're not innocent are you, "said Harry drunkenly, an uncontrollable grin spread across his face. "You're wanton and sexy and insatiable."

"For you," she said simply.

Something snapped in Harry. The beast in his chest roared fiercely, possessingly. Harry backed Gabrielle against the door harshly, pressing her bodily to it, crushing her chest against his. She locked eyes with him and growled, lust written across her face. "So, you want me to command you?"

"Oui," she replied breathlessly.

"You what me to posses you?"

"Oui."

"You want me to fuck you how ever I want?"

"Oui."

"And fuck me however I want you to fuck me?"

"Oui," she was shaking now, a slight tremor in her voice. Her bottom lip trembled.

"You want me to take you, to ravish you, to submit to me?"

"Oui," she cried out and kissed Harry fiercely, Harry could swear he felt her passion boiling out of her, as a physical manifestation, cloying at him, driving him insane with desire.

He held her to the door with his chest as he used his hands to wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed his sex harshly against her, his hands, one in her hair, the other grabbing a large soft breast, kneading it and massaging it, playing with the already visibly hard nipple through the cloth of her dress. His actions were rough, much rougher than he had been before, and if her cries of pleasure were to be believed, she was reveling in it.

Harry dropped Gabrielle briefly to the ground to lift her dress off over her head leaving her bare to his gaze. He had not realized she hadn't worn panties and his cock ached at this arousing notion. He knelt down in front of her and took a single finger and drew it down her face, her neck, across her left breast, down her belly, and through the folds of her pussy, already wet and hot and ready.

She gasped and Harry stared into her eyes, "Your skin is light moonlight," she blushed, "when I look at you I ache inside." Harry grasped her by the bum and pulled her towards him kissing her sex deeply, delving his tongue into her. "You taste sooooo good," he said with a groan, pulling back. "Like water after a run."

She stood there, on trembling legs, putting her hands on his shoulders to hold herself steady, waiting for Harry to continue. "Your pussy is so pretty," he placed a light kiss over her weeping sex, the pink flesh of her womanhood visible and swollen.

He drank of her and forgot himself. He teased and licked and nibbled, eyes closed, mind focused, the drink still making him feel heady and warm. He listened, awash in the needy sounds she was making, her hands desperate and clawing, tangling in his hair, pulling his face this way and that, partially directing his seeking tongue. Sometimes he let her draw him to her most sensitive spots, sometimes he denied her, purposefully drawing away, tantalizing her, keeping her on the edge of release.

When he was sure she was close he pulled away, she let out a mournful cry and tried to pull him back against her, but he held fast, and took two fingers and slowly pushed them inside her, finding the spot that made her go crazy. She let out a nervous moan seemingly in anticipation of the pleasure that could break her in the beautiful way Harry had ever seen. Her face and the sounds she made, and the way her body shook had been incredible, and Harry wanted to see it again.

He stroked her as quick as he could, drinking in her high wavering cries. He had one hand on her back holding her up as her legs could no longer hold her full weight. Her trembling legs were slick with her fluid, a small puddle was forming on the hard wood floors.

So lost in his revelry had no sense of how long it took, only that at once she went limp and he pulled her to him holding her up at the waist by his shoulder, her upper body going limp across his back, her strangled cry broken by shuddering breaths as she gushed around his plunging hand.

Harry waited until her breathing became slow and regular, then he picked her up bridal style and tossed he on the bed. She opened her eyes and stared into his with a feral and passion filled gaze. "Turn around, get on all fours and present yourself to me pet," said Harry harshly, almost growling.

She squealed in excitement and complied immediately, pressing her face into the sheets. She took her hands and grasped her bum, pulling it apart giving Harry a pornographic view of her cunt and anus. He walked quickly to the bed and knelt on the floor. He traced a finger from her clit to anus. She shivered.

Harry got up on the bed grabbing and kneading her bum, "I love your bum. It's so round and firm and soft all at the same time." He entered her swiftly with out warning and she let out a keening wail. Harry fucked her with out restraint, pounding into her, feeling her slick cunt grip and flutter around him. Her stuttered cries every time he bottomed out soon became one long scream as she came around him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Harry grunted against the intense sensation but never broke stride thrusting into her with abandon.

Harry didn't last long after that, with a shout he spent himself within her and as if triggered (which Harry now knew it was) Gabrielle came again. So soon after her last climax she screamed into the mattress, throat sounding raw and pained, her whole body flush and sweaty, Harry kept thrusting until his erection started to wane and he pulled himself gently out of Gabrielle. He pulled her upright against his chest, panting, their heaving breaths almost synchronized.

Words weren't necessary. Eye contact wasn't necessary. From the way they molded their bodies to one another they said all they needed too. Together they lay down in bed, Gabrielle turned to face him, and on their sides, arms and legs wrapped around each other, clinging tightly as if their lives depended on it. Their breathing slowed and Gabrielle, still trembling ever so slightly kissed Harry's chest right where his heart was, and together they fell into a deep dreamless sleep.