She was lithe; much more graceful than others her age--whether that was something she received from the bonding or from her Veela heritage he didn't know.
Her skin was pale and smooth as though it had never seen the sun.
It glistened as the water from the shower cascaded over it, running down in little rivulets.
Her silvery-blond hair, darkened a few shades by the shower, was sleek and straight and perfect, even wet, and came to her mid-back.
As she worked her way up his body, taking extra care in washing his genitals, he got a good look at the front of her: her long slender neck, now wrapped in the choker that marked her as his; her undeveloped, flat chest topped with those tiny, pink nipples; the long legs that would be gangly on anyone else her age; the smooth, hairless cleft nestled between her upper thighs to which he felt irresistibly drawn.
The immaturity found in the features of her face served only to reinforce the vision of youthful beauty that he now found so captivating.
The small nose, full lips and striking, wide eyes, which were the very essence of innocence despite the hint of maturity that could be seen behind them, gave her a look that would surely make even angels seem vile, ugly and iniquitous by comparison.
He smiled down at her.
She was his.
Twenty-four hours ago, he would not have found her sexy at all.
Hell, roughly twenty-two hours ago, he'd barely given her a second glance, now he couldn't take his eyes off her.
And he couldn't stop himself growing hard.
He couldn't believe how much he wanted her.
She smiled impishly at him when she came into contact with his arousal.
"Master," she chided gently.
"We have little time for this."
He only continued to smile at her, waiting expectantly.
After only a moment, she seemed to acquiesce and took him in hand.
"It will have to be fast," she said.
She quickly rinsed the soap from his cock and engulfed him in her eager mouth.
Harry groaned.
The girl wasted no time.
She was stroking his length with one hand, caressing his balls with the other and providing the most delightful sucking sensation with her mouth, all the while laving the head of his cock with her talented tongue.
He gently placed his hands on either side of her head in an effort to show his appreciation.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed.
"That feels so good."
She looked up at him, her eyes dancing with happiness.
She continued stroking his shaft and bobbing her head.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" he asked, pitching his voice so that she would, hopefully, understand that it was a complement.
She seemed to take it as praise and she giggled around him, sending shivers of pure pleasure down his prick that radiated like waves throughout his body.
It was all he could do to remain standing.
"Feel free to. . .do this any time," he gasped.
"I'd also. . .like to return. . .the favour soon."
She shivered in anticipation at that thought which only added to the sensations that he was experiencing.
He could feel himself growing close now as he delighted in her actions.
She seemed to sense his impending climax and, as she had the night before, she grabbed his hips and thrust herself down on his cock, burying it in her throat.
The feeling nearly overwhelmed him and with the feedback through the bond, she came without the need to touch herself.
Her orgasm fed back through the bond to him, more intense than it had the previous night, and increased his pleasure.
With a grunting cry, his cock twitched and he exploded down her throat.
She waited until he stopped spasming and then pulled off of him.
He was amazed at how long she seemed to be able to go without air.
Harry enjoyed the afterglow as Gabrielle busied herself finishing her job of cleaning him up.
When she was done, she washed herself with a bit of help from him.
However, he was more interested in playing than actually washing.
"I'm sorry, Master, no time," she said gently as she removed his hand from between her legs for the third time.
"I can't help it," he said, sounding for all the world like a little boy told to put away his toys.
"You're just too sexy. You shouldn't be, but, Merlin help me, you are!"
Her pride in his complement was obvious, but she quickly finished washing herself and shut off the water.
She grabbed both towels and handed one to him.
She hesitated with the other for a moment.
"So, you think I'm sexy when I'm dripping wet?"
Standing nude in the shower, in front of an equally naked girl who had just given him a blow job and let him come down her throat, he still somehow managed to blush when he answered, "Incredibly."
The corners of her mouth twitched up in a mischievous smile and she dropped all but a single corner of the towel she still held.
"In that case," she said, "I'll just have to stay this way."
Then she turned on her heel and sauntered toward the door, dragging the towel and swaying her hips much more sexily than a girl her age ought to be able to do.
"I'll just go lay your clothes out," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.
Harry quickly dried himself, donned the clean boxers and his dressing gown, gathered his shower things and nearly sprinted back to his dorm room where he found a school robe and a pair of socks waiting for him on his bed.
Gabrielle was standing in front of the mirror, still naked and scintillating from the shower, running a comb through her still wet hair.
He suddenly remembered her nightgown becoming the choker and wondered if she had anything to wear at all.
"Do you need clothes or something?" he said as he began to dress.
She looked over and smiled at him and shook her head before turning back to the mirror and refocusing on her hair.
"OK," he said.
He figured that she had a dressing gown or something that, perhaps, he just hadn't seen before.
Or maybe she was planning on borrowing something of his to wear, which would be fine with him.
He knew she would find something to wear while she went. . . well, wherever it was she was going.
He knew she had to leave but realized he didn't know where she would go once she had gone and found that that bothered him.
"You're not planning on staying here are you?" he asked, almost hoping that she was; he rather liked the idea of coming back to his dorm to find her waiting for him.
However, although he had somehow seemed to dodge a bullet with Ron, there was no way he could expect that to happen with his other room mates.
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