They came together again, kissing more passionately, and the tentative exploration from before gave way to something fiercer, something more urgent.
Gabrielle's hands fisted in Harry's shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as her tongue slid against his, tasting him, teasing him, and demanding more. Harry groaned low in his throat, the sound swallowed by her mouth as he backed her fully against the counter, his body pinning hers against it.
Harry's mind raced even as instinct took over.
Well, it's now or never, he thought.
His hand, which had been resting possessively on her waist, began a slow descent. He traced the curve of her spine through the silky emerald fabric, feeling her shiver under his touch, until his palm reached the swell of her ass. He cupped it firmly, squeezing the firm yet yielding flesh, testing how ready she was.
To his delight, Gabrielle didn't pull away. Instead, she sighed softly into his mouth, a breathy , needy sound that sent a jolt straight to his groin. It was all the permission he needed.
Emboldened, Harry slid his other hand upward, brushing the side of her breast before cupping it fully. The weight of it in his palm was perfect, her nipple already hard against the thin fabric of her dress.
Gabrielle arched into his touch, breaking the kiss only to gasp, her head falling back slightly as she pressed her hips forward. Their bodies aligned perfectly now, and there was no hiding his erection—thick and straining against his trousers—as it pressed insistently against her lower belly.
She felt it. Of course she did. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy-lidded with desire, and a slow, wicked smile curved her swollen lips. Without breaking eye contact, Gabrielle reached down between them, her fingers brushing the front of his trousers before wrapping around the outline of his cock. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, through the fabric, the pressure just enough to make him grit his teeth.
"Gabrielle," he rasped, his voice rough with restraint. "Are you sure you want this?"
Her answer was immediate, her voice breathless. "Absolutely. I've been thinking about this since that first night in your pool."
Harry's eyes darkened as his saw his own lust mirrored in her beautiful blue orbs.
"Then let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Harry said gruffly.
She nodded, and he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. They moved through the dimly lit house, the anticipation building with each step. The bedroom door was ajar, and he pushed it open with his free hand, guiding her inside.
The room was spacious, with dark wood furniture and a large bed covered in crisp white sheets. Moonlight filtered through the half drawn curtains, casting silver patterns across the floor.
He flicked on a single lamp, wanting to see her properly. The soft golden glow made her skin look luminous, her blonde hair almost ethereal. Gabrielle stood near the bed, suddenly looking vulnerable in a way she hadn't moments before.
Harry crossed to her slowly, giving her time to change her mind if she wanted. When he reached her, he cupped her face again. "Just so you know," he said quietly, "I truly care about you, Gabrielle. This isn't just a quick romp in the sheets for me."
Her expression softened, something tender flickering in her blue eyes. "I know, Harry. That's why I'm here." She bit her lip, a touch of vulnerability creeping into her voice. "I should tell you something though. I'm not very experienced with this sort of thing. I hope you won't be disappointed."
The admission surprised him, though not because he'd assumed otherwise. He knew she'd never had a partner. No, he was surprised because there was such honesty in her voice, such trust.
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly, reassuringly. "There's no way I could be disappointed. You're incredible. Beautiful. And being with someone you care about is what makes it meaningful, not how many times you've done it before."
She flushed at his words, but her smile was radiant. Harry reached up, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face before trailing his fingers down to the delicate gold earrings she still wore. He began kissing her again, slow and deep, wanting to ease any nervousness she might be feeling. She melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest, and he could feel the slight tremor in her touch fade as she relaxed.
He took his time, his hands roaming her back in soothing strokes. This wasn't about rushing. This was about savoring every moment, every touch, and every soft sound she made.
Once he felt she had relaxed enough and was back to her previous self, his hands drifted lower again, gripping her ass and pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. Gabrielle moaned softly as she felt his hard-on against her, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
His lips left hers to trail along her jaw, down the elegant line of her neck that he'd admired that morning in the garden. She mewled hotly as she tilted her head back, giving him better access, and he nipped gently at her pulse point, feeling it race beneath his tongue. He heard her breath catch as he found a particularly sensitive spot.
One hand slipped lower, gathering the hem of her dress and inching it upward until his palm met bare thigh above her stockings. He drifted higher still, until his fingers brushed the lace edge of her panties.
Gabrielle shivered the moment he touched her, and Harry smirked. She was soaked.
The lacy fabric was drenched, clinging to her folds, and when he pressed two fingers against her mound through the fabric, Gabrielle gasped, her hips bucking slightly. The sound she made—wet and squelchy—was utterly erotic.
He began to rub slow circles on her pussy, feeling her clit swell under his touch, while his other hand kneaded her ass, reveling in its perfect shape.
"Harry…" she whimpered, clinging to him.
"I've got you," he murmured against her skin, teasing her folds. His fingers pressed against her gushing entrance, probing but never quite penetrating, and Gabrielle let out a keening sound of protest.
Smirking at her impatience, Harry reached up with his other hand and found the zipper at the back of her dress. He paused, leaning back to look at her flushed face. "May I?"
"Yes," she breathed, nodding.
With a smile, he eased the zipper down slowly, and Gabrielle shivered. The emerald fabric loosened, and he peeled it from her shoulders, letting it slide down her body. Her bra was black lace, matching the panties he'd glimpsed earlier, delicate yet sinful, cupping her full breasts perfectly. He pushed the dress lower, over her hips, until it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it gracefully, standing before him in nothing but lingerie, heels, and those sheer stockings.
For a moment, her arms moved instinctively as if to cover herself, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing her features. Harry caught her wrists gently, pulling them away. "Don't," he said softly. "You're absolutely stunning."
He took her in his arms and kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of appreciation and desire into it. His hands explored the newly exposed skin, reverent and unhurried, as Gabrielle wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.
His fingers roamed all over her exposed back and he worked the clasp of her bra. It came free with a soft snap, and he stepped back just enough to let the straps slide down her arms. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect, with pale pink nipples already pebbled. He cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
"Your breasts are spectacular," he told her honestly, his voice thick. Gabrielle blushed.
He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking gently. Gabrielle's head fell back, a low moan escaping her as he lavished attention on the first one and then the other. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close.
When he'd thoroughly worshipped her tits, Harry sank to his knees in front of her. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he drew them down slowly, revealing her inch by inch. The lace caught briefly on her hips, sticking to her wetness before sliding free, and he helped her step out of them.
Up close, her pussy was beautiful, a neat pink slit with glistening folds, her lips already swollen with arousal. The scent of her, musky, feminine, and utterly intoxicating, made his cock throb painfully.
He kissed her lower belly, just above her mound, and trailed his lips along her thighs. "Turn around," he murmured.
She did, obediently, and Harry groaned at the sight of her ass—round, pale, and just perfect. He palmed both cheeks, squeezing, and leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses across the soft skin. A light slap made her gasp, her body jolting forward slightly, but she pushed back into his touch with a needy whimper.
Standing again, Harry began undressing. Gabrielle turned around and watched him with dark, hungry eyes, biting her lip as he shrugged off his jacket. She reached out with growing confidence, and he kissed her again as she began working at the buttons of his shirt. She fumbled slightly with them, and he smiled against her mouth.
"Need help?" he murmured.
"I've got it," she insisted, determination in her voice. When she finally got the last button undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her hands immediately going to his chest. She traced the lines of muscle there, her touch curious and appreciative. "You're in really good shape."
"Most of it is thanks to Quidditch training," he said, his voice rougher than usual.
"Remind me to thank whoever designed that training program," she said, a hint of playfulness breaking through her nervousness.
Harry chuckled as her hands continued their exploration. He shrugged out of his shirt completely before he reached for his belt. Gabrielle watched him with dark, lustful eyes as he undressed, and when he stood before her in just his boxers, she bit her lip.
"Your turn to stare," he said lightly.
"I'm appreciating," she corrected, her gaze traveling over him. "There's a difference."
Harry smirked and pushed down his boxers as well. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, and curving slightly upwards. Her gaze locked on it, and she licked her lips unconsciously.
Harry took her hand and turned her around so that he was behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her flush against himself, his cock pressing firmly between her cheeks, and he reached up, cupping her breasts again. He nuzzled the nape of her neck as he squeezed her tits, kissing and nibbling the sensitive spot that made her shiver. His erection slid back and forth between her ass cheeks, hot and heavy, and she wiggled against it instinctively, drawing a groan from him.
His hands roamed—over her breasts, pinching her nipples gently, then down her torso, tracing the curve of her hips, his fingers teasing her folds once again before drifting lower to feel up the soft skin of her thighs. He touched her everywhere, learning her body, making her purr with pleasure. Gabrielle arched into him, completely pliant.
She turned in his arms and kissed him hotly, rubbing herself against his body. Harry's hands reached down to grab her cheeks and he guided her backwards until her knees hit the bed. He eased her down onto it, following her onto the soft mattress.
The sheets were cool against heated skin as they shifted together, finding a comfortable position. Harry braced himself above her, looking down into her flushed face. Her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, and her eyes were bright with anticipation and trust.
"You're sure?" he asked one more time.
"Completely," she said firmly, and smiled. "Stop asking and kiss me."
He stretched out beside her, kissing her deeply as his hand slid between her thighs. She was dripping, and his fingers glided easily through her folds before he sank one inside her.
Gabrielle moaned, her hips lifting to meet his touch. He added a second finger, curling them, stroking that spot inside her that made her gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
Harry began a slow descent, kissing down her neck, lingering on her breasts again—sucking, licking, and teasing her nipples until she was writhing. He moved lower, over her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Then lower still, bypassing her pussy to kiss down one leg, massaging her calf, sucking gently on each toe. She giggled breathlessly at that, then moaned as he worked his way back up the other leg.
When he finally settled between her thighs, spreading them wide, Gabrielle was trembling with anticipation. Harry looked up at her, meeting her eyes. "Relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."
She nodded and he started slow—long, flat licks from her entrance to her clit, savoring her taste. She was sweet, musky, and just perfect.
"Mmm… Ah yes…" Gabrielle moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets and her breath coming in soft pants. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, circling, flicking, and then pushed her knees back toward her chest to open her fully. Diving in deeper, he tongue-fucked her, thrusting in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit.
"Oh Merlin—Harry—Ahh…" She broke off on a moan, her hips bucking.
He didn't stop. If anything, he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it rapidly while sliding two fingers back inside her, curling them rhythmically. Gabrielle's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body tensing.
"I'm—oh Harry—I'm going to—Aahhh!"
She came hard, crying out his name as her pussy clenched around his fingers, a rush of wetness coating his tongue. He kept going, drawing her climax out until she was shaking, and then eased off, letting her catch her breath.
When she opened her eyes, they were glassy with pleasure. "That was… incredible," she whispered. "I've never come like that before."
Harry crawled back up her body, kissing her so she could taste herself on his lips. "Good," he said against her mouth. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."
She glanced down at his hard cock and met his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Now it's my turn."
She pushed him onto his back and threw her leg over his waist, straddling his thighs. She gave him a sultry grin and wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a soft stroke. "I'm not very experienced with this," she admitted, a touch shyly. "So tell me what you like."
"Just take your time," he said, his voice strained. "Explore. Whatever feels good."
She leaned down, licking experimentally along the underside of his cock, from base to tip. Harry groaned, his hips twitching. Encouraged, she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum there, and then slowly took him into her mouth.
It wasn't the most skilled blowjob he'd ever had, but it was enthusiastic, and the sight of her blonde hair falling around her face as she bobbed, her lips stretched around him, and her perfectly round arse hiked in the air as she bent over between his legs was almost enough to undo him. She gagged slightly when she tried to take him deeper, pulling back with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry—"
"Don't be," he assured her, threading fingers through her hair. "That's perfect. Use your hand too—twist a little at the base."
She followed his guidance beautifully, her mouth and hand working in tandem until Harry was gripping the sheets, breathing hard. It was evident that she was a natural. Being a veela certainly had its perks.
After a few minutes, he gently pulled her off. "Enough," he rasped. "I need to be inside you."
Gabrielle's eyes darkened with desire. She moved up his body, straddling his hips. "I've been waiting for this," she whispered.
Harry reached down, guiding his cock to her entrance. He rubbed the head through her slick folds a few times, coating himself. "Tell me what you want, Gabrielle."
She bit her lip, then met his gaze steadily. "I want you inside me, Harry. I want you to fuck me."
The words from her mouth—sweet, proper Gabrielle—nearly made him lose control. He gripped her hips and guided her down slowly, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She was tight—fuck, so tight—her walls fluttering around him as she sank lower.
When he was fully seated inside her, they both stilled, breathing hard. Gabrielle's hands braced on his chest, her nails digging in slightly.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
She nodded, and experimentally rocked her hips. The sensation made them both groan. "So good… you feel so good."
Harry let her set the pace at first—slow rolls of her hips that had them both moaning. But soon, the need became too much. He thrust up to meet her, his hands gripping her ass as she rode him harder, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Gabrielle leaned forward, her silver-blonde hair cascading around them like a curtain as she braced her hands on Harry's shoulders. She rolled her hips in slow circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every downward slide. The friction sent sparks through her core, making her gasp and clench tighter around his thick length.
Harry groaned, his hands roaming greedily. He squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly to feel her take him deeper, and then slid up to cup her bouncing breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they pebbled hard and she whimpered, her rhythm faltering.
"Faster," he urged, voice rough. "You're a natural. You're doing so good."
She obeyed, thrilled with his words, rising higher on her knees before slamming back down, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. Each thrust buried him to the hilt inside her, her slick heat enveloping him completely.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss, their tongues tangling and their teeth nipping as she kept riding him hard. One of his hands tangled in her hair, tugging to expose her throat, and he sucked marks along her pale skin while she moaned his name.
Gabrielle's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. She ground down harder, chasing her peak, her walls fluttering wildly. Harry thrust up relentlessly, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, her breasts pressed tight to his chest.
Wanting even deeper, he flipped them suddenly so she was on her back beneath him. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he drove into her, harder and faster, the new angle letting him hit spots that made her cry out.
"Harry—yes—oh yes—"
Her hands firmly held him by his face as he pounded into her, the bed creaking beneath them. Sweat slicked their skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and their breathless moans.
"Faster," she breathed. "I'm not going to break."
He obliged, increasing the pace gradually. The sounds she made grew louder, more desperate, and he could feel the tension building in her body. He shifted his angle slightly, and her eyes flew open.
"There," she gasped. "Right there."
He maintained that angle, that rhythm, feeling her climb higher and higher. Her nails still raked down his back, and he knew there would be marks tomorrow, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the woman in his arms, the way she felt around him, and the sounds of pleasure she was making.
He felt her tightening around him again, her second orgasm building fast, and he leaned over, burying his face in her neck and clamping his lips hard on her soft skin.
"Come for me," he growled against her neck. "Let go."
Gabrielle's back arched violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down on him in hot, rhythmic pulses, milking his cock with every shuddering wave. Pleasure exploded behind her eyes, radiating from her core in hot, dizzying surges that made her toes curl.
She trembled uncontrollably, her inner walls fluttering wildly, her slick heat gushing around him as she came harder than she ever had, her breath hitching as she sobbed his name desperately.
The sight of her, with her head thrown back, her lips parted, and silver hair clinging to sweat-damp skin shattered Harry's restraint. He thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release tore through him.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spilled deep inside her, thick ropes of cum pulsing hot and endless, each throb sending shockwaves of raw ecstasy up his spine.
His hips jerked helplessly, and he emptied himself completely inside her. Her walls still spasmed around him, drawing the last drop from him until he was breathless and utterly spent.
They collapsed together in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Harry rolled to the side so he wouldn't crush her, and pulled her into his arms. Gabrielle nestled against his chest, her breathing ragged. She could still feel him throbbing inside her and she clenched her inner walls, intent on keeping him buried there for as long as she could.
After a long moment, she lifted her head, smiling lazily. "That was… incredible. Now I understand why people rave about sex."
Harry chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You're incredible."
They lay tangled together as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Gabrielle traced idle patterns on his chest, her touch light and soothing. Harry ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky feel of it.
"No regrets?" he asked quietly.
She lifted her head to look at him, her expression soft and satisfied. "Not a single one. You?"
"Definitely not." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I do have one concern."
Her brow furrowed slightly. "What's that?"
"How am I supposed to see you from now on and act like a normal friend?"
Gabrielle laughed. "I guess we'll have to figure that out. But I have to say, I'm not sure I want to go back to just being normal friends."
"Gabrielle," he started.
"Let me finish," She interrupted him, biting her lip. She was suddenly looking uncertain. "I know we said we'd keep things casual, no expectations. And I still think that's a good idea. But maybe casual can include this? If you want?"
Harry considered her words carefully. He did want that. Wanted more nights like this, more time with her. But he also respected what they'd discussed about not wanting a relationship. "So we'd be what, friends with benefits?"
"Something like that." She propped herself up on one elbow to see him better. "We enjoy each other's company. We're clearly attracted to each other. Why not enjoy that whenever we want?"
"And what about later?" Harry asked. "When you start your healing training?"
"Then we figure it out as we go." Gabrielle said earnestly. "I'm not asking for promises or commitments, Harry. I'm just saying I'd like to do this again. Many times, ideally."
He smiled at her honesty. "I'd like that too."
"Good." She settled back against him, her hand resting over his heart. "I should probably warn you though, Fleur has a sixth sense about these things. She's going to know something happened the next time she sees us together."
"How would she know?"
"She just does. It's incredibly annoying." Gabrielle sighed. "She's going to give me so much grief about this."
"Will she disapprove?"
"Merlin, no. She'll be thrilled. That's the problem. She's been trying to set me up with people for years, and the one time I manage something on my own, she's going to act like she orchestrated the whole thing."
Harry chuckled. "Older siblings are the worst."
"You don't even know. She once tried to set up a couple of her colleagues. They couldn't stand each other. She thought it was cute, that they bickered because there was unresolved sexual tension going on between them."
"And?" Harry asked with a chuckle. "Was there?"
"Well, yeah. They're married now."
"She does know something then," Harry replied, grinning.
"She might, but she could do without letting everyone know how she was right and all," Gabrielle said, settling back against him.
They fell into comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the closeness. Harry's hand traced lazy circles on her back, and he felt her gradually relax completely against him.
"Can I stay?" Gabrielle asked eventually, her voice soft. "I don't want to assume, but I'm not sure I want to go home."
"Of course you can stay." He kissed the top of her head. "I was hoping you would."
"Good." She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. "Sorry. It's been a long day."
"A good one though?"
"The best," she confirmed, snuggling closer. "Definitely the best."
Harry reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness broken only by the moonlight. He adjusted the sheets around them, making sure Gabrielle was comfortable, and then settled back with her in his arms.
"Harry?" she murmured, already half asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for tonight. For everything."
"Thank you for saying yes to dinner."
She hummed contentedly, and within minutes her breathing had evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep. Harry lay awake a bit longer, processing everything that had happened. This hadn't been part of his plan when he'd moved to France. He'd intended to keep to himself, figure out what he wanted to do with his life, maybe learn to be alone.
But having Gabrielle here, warm and soft in his arms, didn't feel like a complication. It felt natural. Right. And while they'd agreed to keep things casual, to not put labels or expectations on whatever this was, he couldn't help but feel like something significant had shifted between them.
Tomorrow they'd have to figure out the practical aspects. How to navigate being neighbors who were also sleeping together. How to handle Fleur's inevitable interrogation. How to balance the physical attraction with the genuine friendship they'd been developing. He shared a close relationship with the Delacour family. He didn't want to damage it.
That was tomorrow's problem though. Tonight, he had everything he needed right here.
Harry closed his eyes and let himself drift off, Gabrielle's steady breathing and the warmth of her body lulling him into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in months.
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