Chapter 25

...Some Men You Just Can't Reach

Harry stood in front of a fancy office building that seemed to be made entirely of glass in Muggle London, leaning against a fountain under the soft sun of the end of the summer. The young man lost in time and space watched as people walked by, unaware of the wizard among them and paid special attention to the looks some of the women gave him. He certainly couldn't understand what was wrong with this universe; maybe it was his magic that attracted that many looks, it definitely was not like that in his old life.

Or maybe he was too busy trying to survive to notice it. Damn, he missed his Hermione and her explanation lectures.

"What am I doing here? It's not like I don't have enough problems already." Harry remembered the look Gabrielle gave him before he left, and how Tracey was slowly distancing herself from them and knew there was things he would have to do. Harry didn't need another woman to worry about.

But, it was her… and here he was, like a stupid teenager in love.

Harry sighed, he knew she was not really her, and Gabrielle needed him, and he knew that not only he could help her, she wanted him to. "I just became the most selfish playboy ever… thinking of these girls as my things. In the end, I need them way more than they will ever need me." The wizard thought as he waited. A very pretty dark skinned woman passing waved at him, and, to his own surprise, he smiled back at her.

"Charming…" Harry heard a very familiar feminine voice behind him.

"It would be rude of me if I just scared the girl, wouldn't it?" The emerald eyed teen said, turning around with a smile that made Fleur's knees weak. The Veela couldn't understand why he made her feel that way, or why he was so familiar to her.

"I suppose. It's good to see you again Mister Potter." Fleur Delacour said, trying to sound as professional and detached as possible, and even she herself knew she had failed miserably. Harry could feel her Allure flaring at him, much like Gabrielle's, but Fleur's felt like coming home,.and his magic welcome it.

"It really is, miss Delacour," They looked at each other for a couple seconds, an uncomfortable silence between them. Harry could only admire how beautiful she looked, with her long platinum hair and deep sea blue eyes. Her lips were full and pink, under a pointed nose. "There's a coffee shop at the other side of the street," Harry finally said. "Do me the pleasure of accompanying me?"

"Of course." Fleur said, again trying to sound serious and business like. She didn't like how vulnerable she felt around him; it was like this young man could see her soul with his bright emerald eyes. The only other person to ever have that effect on her was Rose; that only cemented Fleur's suspicions.

Harry smiled thinking on how much of a weird couple they were. Fleur was dressed in very formal, business like, attire, with a knee length lapis skirt and a blue jacket over a white satin blouse; looking very expensive, with a golden necklace on her elegant neckline. Harry in contrast wore jeans and red converses, with a plain white shirt and an open plated shirt over it, and yet, people turned around and looked at the handsome couple walking side by side.

They arrived at the coffee shop and Harry signaled for Fleur to sit on one of the comfortable couches.

"Double shot mocha with extra cream?" The wizard asked to the wide eyed Fleur, who could just nod back. The Veela watched as he got to the clerk. How did he know? What else did he know? What would he think of the kind of things she had to do? Harry came back with her mocha and an espresso for himself, plus some blueberry muffins.

"I think it's interesting that you choose to meet me in Muggle London." Harry said seating in front of her.

"Not as weird as an Englishman that drinks coffee." Fleur smiled.

"A certain French family taught me how to appreciate it."

Fleur looked deeply at him, drinking in the details of his face before speaking again.

"Well, after the little show we put on together, I don't think either of us need more fame in the magical world." Fleur said.

"Totally agree…" Harry rolled his eyes. "They are sensationalist enough on their own."

They looked at each other again, in silence. Fleur felt like she was losing control of her Allure, but managed to keep it on hold.

"You are living with Rose and Lady Black, right Mister Potter?"

"Harry please… and yes."

"So, I am correct to assume you met some of her friends other than Susan?"

Harry knew where this was going.

"Yes Miss Delacour, including your mother and sister." Harry gave her an honest smile. Fleur took a sip from the hot beverage to hide her own flush at this, it was the same smile Rose had. What was she trying to accomplish here? To know him? To answer her own questions? Why was he being so warm towards her? The Veela was sure he could feel her Allure focused at him, and yet, he didn't even flinch. Harry raised an eyebrow to her with a smile; that damned smile.

"I will be straightforward with you… Harry… you are a Channeller," The young man didn't deny it. "And a powerful one at it."

"Well, I don't know about the powerful part; put yes. But please, don't let that define what you think of me. You are a Veela, it's true; but also much more than that." Fleur looked with a pensive expression. "You look uncomfortable…"

"It's… nothing…" Fleur waved.

"Let's agree on something here? We fought together and saved each others life. Let's not lie to each other." Harry said seriously.

Fleur glared at him. Harry just shrugged.

"Oui, let's do that Mister Potter… you are not Rose's cousin are you."

"No." Harry took a sip of his cup. "And you no longer work with the Order."

"Oui… they… didn't do enough."

"I agree."

That took her aback.

"They would not even take me back after the things I did…"

"Why would you want to come back?"

"Rose and Gabby…"

Harry sighed.

"Gabrielle couldn't care less about the Order or whatever you did. Neither would Rose or any of the girls for that matter. But the choice is always yours, you make your own path after all."

"How can you be so sure they would?"

"They took me in…" Harry looked in her eyes. There was a shadow there, a shadow Fleur knew very well from her own gaze.

"Are you fucking my sister?" The Veela asked blatantly.

"No," Harry sighed, he was waiting for that. "But she is convinced that I'm her mate. I believe she may be right…" Fleur looked down. "But… there is complications." The Veela looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Miss Delacour, Fleur, your family is waiting for you, and I am not talking just about your mother and sister. Rose, Bella, Daphne… but things are happening and they can't wait forever." Harry felt like it hurt saying those things, he needed to remind himself that she was not his Fleur and, yet, the way his magic was reacting was way too intense to simply ignore. She opened her mouth to ask again, but he raised his hand. "My turn… how do you know I'm not Rose's cousin?"

Fleur took a piece of paper out of her purse and gave to him. Harry unfolded and saw the sketch Daphne had done. Harry could remember that day like it had just happened, a week after his sixteenth birthday, walking on the beach in France, just enjoying being like a normal teenager. He smiled at her, giving the paper back.

"Daphne will be really glad you kept it." Harry said, trying to hold back the tears. "When did she do that?"

"Two years ago…"

Harry nodded. Exactly the right time. The boy looked at her, not sure how much he could trust the Veela.

"We are leaving Grimmauld Place… but we will still be close. If you want to talk with me again, you just need to call. Really think about what I told you Fleur; and if you need to talk, I will be here."

"I… need to think…" Fleur whispered.

"So do I. That…" Harry pointed at the paper she was holding. "It's real for me. That is my life. Thank you for caring for it." He got up. "It was really good seeing you again." Harry smiled, and let his magic go to her and entangle with her Allure. "Cheers," He said and just left.

Harry didn't want Fleur to see him crying.

.OvO.

Harry Apparated back to Grimmauld Place with a serious semblance. People in the house were packing, running from one side to another. Harry barely registered the movement as he walked to the kitchen and sat on the stool, looking at the walls. Fleur, the way his magic reacted; just like Rose, Susan, and Daphne. Harry didn't understand what it meant, only that it was like they could break any barriers he put over his feelings, like they could see into his soul. Harry noticed someone sitting beside him and Rose rested her head on his shoulder.

"Hard one?" The girl asked.

"A lot…"

"How is she?"

"Confused, just like myself. She knows I'm not your cousin, she had kept some of Daphne's sketches…"

"Fleur always loved them, it was a life she wished she could have had… a life she could share with someone." Rose sighed.

"She would not like that life, Rose… none of you would…" Rose watched in sadness as Harry started crying. "It was good for a while you know… I had Fleur and Daphne… and Tracey and Hermione were amazing friends… for a second, I thought I could be happy, that I had something worth fighting for, then, everything fell apart. I lost everything Rose…"

Rose looked right into Harry's eyes. The sorrow and the pain she could feel coming from him was so real, so overwhelming, that she couldn't even imagine how he lived with it; her own eyes starting to water.

"But you got a second chance…" Rose whispered.

"Sometimes I think if this is not some cruel joke, some sick story from some weird entity... I am so afraid, Rose... to have this second chance and screw it all over again…" Tears were running from his emerald green eyes freely now.

"I'm afraid too Harry. I'm so afraid… I know our stories are different, but for the first time I feel like I have someone really beside me; for the first time I feel whole. The Dark Lady ripped a part of me, a part you could complete. I am afraid of screwing it up, too. I always do it. I am no hero like you were Harry, I'm a selfish, perverted girl, who doesn't care much about the world. It's like you are my good half…"

"If I'm your good half…" Harry giggled. "Then we are really fucked up. I did many things I'm not proud of...especially after my family was taken…"

Unknown to them, Tracey was at the door, listening with interest, her own mind racing. The things the two of them were facing seemed so big, so relentless, and she felt like nothing more than a buffoon. What could she do help them? What could she do to help her friend?

"Then, maybe we can be afraid and fucked up together Harry, and trust our family, our big kinky family, help us be good. And, if Fleur wants to be a part of it, so be it. Just be honest with her… she was like a big sister to me, you know."

"She feels lonely…"

"She always did… even with us around. People always judge her from what she looked like. She had way more problems with her heritage than Gabby…"

"I… I don't know if I can handle it Rose…" Harry held his head with both his hands. "Sometimes I think is too much… the simple thought of losing any of you kills me… sometimes I think about just letting my magic consume me…"

"No Harry, we are stronger together, you are making us stronger. You are not alone… please, I need you…"

"Aren't you mad for having to… share… with everyone else?"

"At first I was… but I like watching…" Rose winked. "Just as much as Daphne likes showing off I guess. Harry, we were already kinda deviant before you arrive. My dad had two wives and fucked all their friends. They shared, a lot! Maybe this world is just different than yours… the thing is, the feeling is mutual… just the thought of losing you makes me cringe. So please, don't. We are in this together." Rose kissed him deeply and loving. "And Harry… I… I think I love you…"

Harry looked at her with wide eyes, before smiling.

"I love you too, Rose…"

.OvO.

"That's real for me. That's my life." Fleur pondered about the strange words the mysterious boy left her. Words and magic; the way she felt when their magic touched was so strong that the Veela was having trouble dealing with it. Like a memory of a place she never knew but craved to go back; a promise…

Something had shifted inside her.

"They will take you, because they took me…" Fleur was right. She had seen in his eyes, Harry was fighting the same kind of darkness she was. Maybe he could understand her. Maybe she didn't need to be alone.

The door to the tastefully decorated studio opened and Iris Ovidios entered, as elegant and beautiful as always. The woman who wished to change the world, and drag the magical world one hundred years forward, to the present. The one who was doing something, not like those old fools from the Order. The one Fleur had killed for.

Iris studied Fleur"s face for a couple seconds, making the young French witch uncomfortable, before asking.

"So, our young handsome wizard...did you kiss him?"

"Non! I'm not some street harlot…"

Iris looked at the flustered Veela with amusement.

"Ah, but you did want too…"

"Oui…" Fleur sighed. "It would be easier to know that way…"

"At least get some of the answers you were looking for?" Iris was trying not to show how much she was interested in the powerful boy and his posse. The green eyes wizard and his family had not left her own mind since that violent day at the Ministry. They were planning something and all Iris knew is that she wanted in...and Fleur was her entrance ticket. She was not blind at the way Harry looked and reacted to the Veela, almost like he was seeing a ghost. Iris was not oblivious about how her own "personal assistant" had reacted as well, her Allure, dormant for two years by Fleur's own choice, had came back at full strength. Even now she could feel it. And the way the women in that house acted around him and his "cousin". Iris prided herself on her ability to read people and she was sure at least half of the women there was involved in some way with the powerful Channeller.

"Oui, he was actually kind of forward with his answers. But they only gave me more questions. May I ask you, why are you so interested in him?"

"Isn't it obvious Fleur? Look how powerful he and his family are, and not only magically. Can you imagine if Rose Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, packed this kind of power as well? Susan will be Lady Bones before Hogwarts starts again and Cyrus will always vote the way the mother of his granddaughters tells him to. And the boy, look at what he did, at how he fought. Harry, Rose, and their friends can change things!"

Fleur nodded, she hasn't thought of that, so entrenched at her own internal struggles as she was.

"As Amelia Bones is learning, you can't mess with this type of alliance, it will end bad for you." Iris approached the Veela slowly, with and malicious grin. "Also, just so you know Fleur, your mysterious Chaneller is powerful. I felt the touch of his magic too."

Fleur looked at her, trying not to show how surprised she was.

"I think you should invite him for dinner…" Iris said in a amused voice, walking to her room.

.OvO.

Amelia stepped out of the fireplace inside the Longbottom estate feeling uneasy. Everything she had carefully planned had gone wrong. She has never been so unpopular and Iris Ovidius had never had this much influence before. Bella and Susan had both betrayed her; and now Augusta would call her debt.

The house elf led her to the studio, where the fierce old woman waited, seated on a big, comfy chair, holding a glass of brandy in her hand. To Amelia's complete surprise, her strong grandson was on a chair at the corner of the big office, next to the unlit fireplace.

"Why is he here?" Amelia asked, not making any effort to hide the annoyance in her voice.

"Careful Miss Bones…" The sarcasm of the title didn't go amiss by Amelia. "Neville is the future Lord Longbottom and owner of this house. And, as of right now, even he has more powerful allies than you."

Amelia groaned.

"We had a deal-" Amelia started but was abruptly interrupted by the old lady.

"Which you will be unable to even start to honor your part, Amelia Bones. And if you keep this attitude,\; soon, you won't even have this name. Bellatrix Black is a dangerous, vindictive woman, Amelia. Does Sirius 'no name' ring any bells in your head?"

Amelia bit her lips and clenched her fists. She knew the old woman was right, Bellatrix could be a monster when she wanted to.

"You are as deep in this as much as I am Augusta!" Amelia hissed as the older witch calmly took a sip from her drink.

"The difference between us Amelia, is that I kept allies on both sides." Augusta said, raising her glass at Neville, who just nodded back at his grandmother, with a smile. Amelia realized she had been played, all along. She glared at the old witch. "Now, that's exactly the kind of attitude we need to change my dear. We still can salvage the situation, with good results from both of us."

"And how, may I ask, you plan to do this?"

"You're still Head of the DMLE, at least until you get elected, something we both know is not going to happen at this point. Your niece and that hero boy, her fiance, have already declared support to Ovidios; and you are going to do the same."

"What?!" Amelia asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you are going to drop this useless dispute and give your support to Ovidious as the Head of the DMLE; we are going to fight it from the inside."

"When I have power within my grasp you want me to relish it? Have you gone senile, you bloody old battle ax?!" Amelia thundered, losing the thin grasp of self-control she still had when she arrived

"Mind your words Amelia, or, by the end of this elections I can assure you we're going to have a new chief. Power was never within your grasp, you rude, classless woman. Now, you have a choice, to play the game, or to be a discarded piece."

Amelia gritted her teeth. She was not stupid, the old woman was right. The experienced Auror would play her game.

For now.

.OvO.

Harry went up the stairs, feeling better after talking with Rose. Being with her was like the best kind of therapy, he could speak his mind and knew she would understand and not judge him; it was something he always craved and now he could finally have. Harry heard Bella giving orders to the girls and was happy his own trunk was already finished. He walked through the corridor, feeling thankful for being accepted in this dysfunctional little family.

Harry approached one of the doors and felt something was wrong even before seeing it. He stopped at the door, and looked at one angry Veela. Gabrielle was walking from one side of the room to another, throwing her clothes at the trunk without even bothering to fold them. Harry could see her yellowing eyes and how warm the room was. Her hair flowed like a fire over her head. Her full lips with an angry expression.

Harry thought she looked beautiful.

Gabrielle finally noticed him looking and for a second her expression softened, only to hardening again.

"What? Are you Having fun watching me?" Gabrielle said angrily.

"I kinda am… you look beautiful this angry…"

That took the Veela by surprise, but Gabrielle was not convinced.

"So, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you have brought my sister with you?" Harry smiled, there it was; the reason for all this. "Or did she not want to come with you? Of course she did; she loves to be the center of attention. You know, that is why she left? Because…"

Gabrielle was interrupted by Harry's embrace.

The Veela melted in his protective arms, he was so warm, his presence so reassuring, and the way his magic reacted to her Allure was welcoming and understanding. Gabrielle felt like Harry was there for her, and only her. The Veela instantly regretted her words.

"Why are you saying that Gabby? What are you afraid of?" Harry asked.

Gabrielle looked at his deep green eyes, and all she saw was love and understanding.

"You can tell me, I will not judge you Gabby…"

The girl sobbed.

"I'm so afraid Harry! I've waiting for you for so long, and I know once she is here, you will not even look at me anymore…"

Harry held her chin with his thumb and index fingers, making the crying bird look at him.

"Why would you think something like that Gabby?"

"Because it is what always happens, Harry; Aalways. She is older, and smarter, and prettier than me. She's even more powerful. Why would you want be my mate when you can be hers, why would anyone!" The girl was crying openly now, and Harry felt the jealousy from her, and the fear of rejection. "All my life it has been that. You should be more like your sister, she is top on her year. You should be more like Fleur, she is the best duelist in school… you… why, why can't I just be me?"

Harry kissed her. A long, deep, passionate kiss, that made Gabrielle's knees weak. But he held her, as close as he could.

"You are not second to anyone Gabby. You are stunning, and smart. And I love just how devious you are. Who cares if you are not the top of your class. You are a Marauder! And I like you, Gabrielle Delacour, not some shadow of your sister or your mother."

"But… but you love Fleur…"

"Yes, I loved a version of her, some time ago. This is not her, Gabby. It's not fair to her, or you, or myself to think she is. No Gabby, she is her own person, and so are you." Harry kissed her again. "And, right now, is you, Gabrielle, whom I have in my arms. you want to be with me Gabby? Can you accept me for who I am?"

"I want you for who you are Harry. No more and no less." Gabrielle whispered back at his lips.

"So let's forget about anyone else for now… do you want to be with me?"

"More than anything."

Harry smiled, and walked Gabrielle between passionate kisses to her bed.

.OvO.

Barty Crouch Jr. was one of the few permanent residents from Riddle state manor, along with his own mother, Sirius, and the two dark ladies. All other came and went as ordered, and many still had important positions at the wizardry society.

And yes, the ingenuous and bright wizard believed that Delphi could be an even bigger and more powerful Dark Lady than her so called mother. Barty regretted very few things in life, and one of them was to swear his allegiance to the wrong woman. In a way, he knew he loved Delphi; in a sick, twisted way, even more than Sirius could ever love the Dark Lady And it was all diminished by the mark on his left arm. The mark the Dark Lady used to brand all of her followers, and that, now, he knew she also used to suck on their power, like a succubus feasting on their magic.

But if there was one thing Bartemius was not, it was stupid. There was a reason he survived the purge after the apparent defeat of the Dark Lady fifteen years ago. was intelligent, resourceful and powerful. In more than one way, he was the quintessential Ravenclaw.

The door to his quarters opened, and he turned to see Delphi, the only other person his wards allowed in his room. She was dressed in a black silk nightgown, beautifully contrasting with her unnatural milk white skin and colourful eyes and hair. The runes and tattoos over her body gave her a mystical aura that drove the wizard crazy, especially as the soft fabric of her attire ended just under her bare groin. Barty felt his dick getting hard before she even closed the door. He knew that look on her face.

"I had the feeling you would be awake…" Delphi said in a husky voice. "This… thing… we are doing… I was so wet I couldn't sleep…" Delphi approached him, and the wizard could actually see the glistening trails of her fluids going down her tights. Barty instinctively licked his lips.

"I'm so close Delphi." Barty got up and walked towards her. "Just a couple more equations, some more runic work and we can be free…" He leaned and kissed her, their tongues battling for domination, the way Delphi liked. He pressed her against the wall, as her hands darted to the bottom of his shirt.

"Good…" The witch said, forcefully removing his shirt. "I talked with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle…" Delphi started undoing Barty's belt, as he kissed her neck. The dark wizard hands cupped her round bum, squeezing the soft, yet strong cheeks, looking for his dripping wet prize. "They are in… yes… and they know about others…" Barty bit her neck, making the witch moan, her hands skillfully working its way inside the man's briefs, freeing his hard member from its fabric prison; she felt it pulse, warm on her hands as she stroke it.

"Perfect." He said. "When I'm done, You will be the most powerful witch in the world, luv." Barty moved his right hand down between her legs, finding her wet entrance. Two of his finger easily finding their way inside his lover. Delphi moaned and stroke him even harder.

"I… aaaah… haaaave…" Barty pressed her against the wall, raising her legs, He knew how she liked at this times. "The perfect…" He aligned his fat prick with her wet entrance, touching her with the head of his cock. They both relinquishing on the warmth from one another. "Aaaah… targetAAAAAAH!" He shoved it in, all the way in one go, raw and strong. "Yes, yes!"

Barty held the witch against the wall, furiously pumping his dick in and out of her. Delphi felt like melting every time his hot and hard prick hit her cervix. Delphi craved her long nails at the tender flesh of his but, encouraging him to fuck her with even more vigor. They could feel the magic building around them, their cores getting fill with it.

"FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" Delphi kept screaming as Barty moved in and out of her with abandon, bringing his cock almost all the way out, only to strongly push it back in, until their hips meet, deliciously rubbing against her clit.

"I'm gonna cum, love!" Barty said in her ear. Delphi shivered, feeling her own climax approaching.

"Yes, all inside me, I want to feel it inside me!" Delphi asked, pushing Barty to the edge. Her shoot his hot spunk inside her, overflowing her pussy with his seed. Magic exploded, and they both felt the bliss from the power running through them. His dick came out of her with a wet sound, and his sperm started dripping into the floor.

Barty tenderly carried her to his bed, kissing her mouth before laying her there. Yes, he loved her, and together they would mold the world at their own image.

.OvO.

When Harry laid Gabrielle on to the bed, she was a completely different girl. Gone was the fierce, angry Veela, ready to burn the world. Gone was the pervert girl act, the horny and confident magical being. Instead, she looked more like a vulnerable, almost needing girl, one who seemed totally in love with him. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, as the Allure flew freely from her magic, entangling Harry on its web of lust and love. At that moment, all he wanted was to have her, cherish and protect her; and he was ready to do so.

Harry hovered over her, drinking on her almost unnatural beauty, her blond fair hair splayed around her almost perfectly proportioned face like a halo; her big and deep blue eyes looking at him with hope and lust. Harry looked at her long neck, and then at her beautiful shaped breasts under her tank top; her nipples poking under the fabric, inviting his hands to reach and pitch it.

Harry kissed her; a deep and soft kiss, their tongues dancing with each other in perfect harmony. When they finally parted, gasping for air, Gabrielle bit Harry's lower lip, almost like she didn't want him to go. And the Veela really didn't; she wanted that moment, with only the two of them, to last forever.

The young wizard kissed her neck, breathing in her soft and sweet scent, making Gabrielle shiver. He kissed down her neck, to her collar bones, lightly touching her hypersensitive skin with his lips. Gabrielle felt like melting under his ministrations, and couldn't help but to ran her hands over his messy hairs the Veela held her breath, and his hand ran over her breast and stomach, until the border of her shorts, and with a quick movement undid the button and zipper. Her mate's touch was warm on her skin, and Gabrielle could not believe a simple contact could be so good. At the moment, she left herself believe in all the legends from her people, about mates and chanellers, family and happiness. She didn't care about sharing, as long as she could have her mate. She was so lost in the marvelous sensations, both from her bodies and magic then neither noticed they had left the door open.

The young Auror watched the handsome boy caring for one of the girls for the second time. Nymphadora Tonks smiled, it was better than watching Muggle porn, and she loved that. What impressed the Auror with a pink Mohawk was the ability the Potter boy showed to adapt to the needs of each girl. She had already noticed how each girl at this house (and some of the adults as well) were completely in love with him. Including his cousin. Tonks couldn't blame them though; her own tan skin felt like tingling as she watched the boy, and her own magic seemed to crave his. Maybe it was time for her to move past the teenage crush on Remus at last. The werewolf seemed well enough fucking the Greengrass widow and helping Davis cheat on her impotent husband. This boy on the other hand, seemed to have magic and love to all his girls.

Harry was oblivious to the young Auror at the door, right now, the only thing that matters to him was Gabrielle and her pleasure. That sensation was not unfamiliar to him, the Veela magic washing over them. He got up and helped her out of her shorts and panties, revealing her perfect bald mound covering her pink clit; the swollen outer lips of her beautiful pussy wet from her flowing juices, trembling in anticipation.

"By the gods, Gabby…" Harry said in awe. "You are truly beautiful!"

To Gabrielle's immense surprise, she actually blushed. Of course the Veela knew she was pretty, magic made her that way. She had even used this to her advantage many times. But her mate's eyes seemed to see so much more than only her body; it was like he could see her soul. She blushed, as no compliments she'd received were ever so sincere as this one.

Harry leaned down and kissed her leg, caressing the soft white skin with his hands. He kissed the sensitive under side of her thighs, getting closer from her waiting pussy. The musky scent from her fluids driving him insane. Gabrielle couldn't wait anymore, she wanted him, her Veela magic craved for him. The young Veela grabbed his hair and spread her legs, inviting him. Harry smiled, and opened her pussy lips with his finger, finding her perfectly wet pink slit. His tongue darted into her, and he licked all her sensitive entrance and lips into her clitoris. Gabrielle moaned loud. His magic covered her like a warm blanket. The Veela could feel the bond forming with his selfless act of giving her pleasure.

Harry drunk her juices and licked her clit, making Gabby moan, his tongue was better than any other lover she ever had, man or woman, just because it was him.

"AAAAAAH! YEEES!" Gabrielle screamed as two of his finger entered her wet pussy, pumping in and out, applying just the right amount of pressure as his licked. She could almost feel him grimacing as she rocked her hips, trying to get the maximum amount of contact. The Veela could feel the pleasure building inside her. Harry increased the speed of his fingers and hissed.

~Cum for me, love, cum in my mouth~

Gabrielle screamed and did just that, she came hard on Harry's mouth, squirting into his face, shooting her sweet juices like she didn't even know it was possible, making him smile as he worked his tongue and finger until she came down from her bliss.

Ninfadora Tonks watched in amazement as a silver glow involved the two lovers as the girl came hard in on Harry's face. There was so much magic and love there, and she felt her own pussy getting wet.

For the first time, she felt envious.

.OvO.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" The soft and low feminine voice scared Tonks to her core, making the Auror jump. With trained reflexes, she turned wand in hand to find the pretty Indian girl she didn't remembered the name looking at her with a flushed face and a shy smile. Tonks cursed herself for being so enticed by the scene that she had totally forgotten about her surroundings; so much for constant vigilance. "I won't tell if you won't, Auror." The girl completed.

Tonks raised an eyebrow, before putting her wand away.

"I don't know what are you talking about miss... Patil… right?" Tonks tried to deflect. Padma just smiled at her.

"Well, if you say so." Padma said, starting walking down the corridor.

"Wait!" Tonks called, making Padma turn around, with a knowing smile. "Umm… so… uh, aren't you jealous or something? I mean, I can see the way you look at him, the way you all look at him… and I have seen him with Greengrass, I thought he was with her and… he is Bones' fiance..."

"He is with her… in a way, he is with all of us. Yes, there is jealousy, or, to be more precise, maybe a little envy."

"Envy?"

"Didn't you wish to be in that bed? I know I do." Padma shrugged.

"So, if he is with all of you, as you said, why don't you go there and have fun with them?" Tonks asked with a mischievous grin.

"Because Gabby needs him right now, just for herself. It's her time, her moment. He knows that, and we all know that. We can feel it. And, when the time comes that I need him just for me, I'm sure they will all understand it as well."

"Damn… he must be really good…"

Padma smiled.

"He is, and I'm looking forward to be with him completely."

"So, you haven't slept with him?"

"Not yet…"

"But you will? Even with all those other girls?"

"When I'm ready, yes."

"You lot are crazy! This is insane. It's incredible hot, but insane!"

"Yes, and we don't expect people to understand. We just want to be together. Right now, Gabrielle needs him, needs his magic and comfort, to know he accept her in all ways, so, if you are going to keep watching, try to be quiet, please? I have to finish packing my books."

Padma walked away to her room, and Tonks looked at the open door. Weirdly, the Indian witch made a lot is sense to her, and slowly, without making a noise, she closed the door.

.OvO.

Gabrielle raised her head, panting from her incredible orgasm, and looked at a grinning, Harry between her legs, his face shining from her own fluids, his glasses long discarded to the side. His smile and shining emerald eyes made her shiver again, down to her core. The magic of the forming Veela bonding dancing around them, mixing with his own channeler magic.

"Do you believe me now?" Harry asked softly, coming up the bed so their faces were inches apart. Gabrielle could smell her own scent mixed with Harry's sweat. She loved it, almost like as she had marked him as hers.

Gabrielle was in love.

"Oui 'Arry…" The Veela caressed his face. "Let me show you how much I believe in you now…"

"Gabrielle… are you sure? You know what is happening with our magic. If we go all the way now, there will be no turning back…"

Gabrielle grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed Harry with his back in the bed, climbing over him, the juices from her pussy dripping on his belly. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back, and Harry thought of how beautiful she looked.

"Oui, I know. It's It's my choice, and I want it. I have been craving you for months. Please, don't reject me…" Harry saw the shadow coming back to her eyes for just a moment before answering.

"I would never reject you…" Harry raised his head and kissed her again. When they separated, Gabrielle kissed his chin, and his chest, while her masterfully worked his trousers buttons and fly. Harry held his breath as he felt her soft hands freeing his large and hard prick from his boxers and started slowly tugging it. The Veela looked at his cock with a look that could only be described as hungry.

"I've be wanting to do this for a while 'Arry… you are so beautiful and your dick is so big and tasty…" Gabrielle gripped it with both hands, stroking up and down, spreading his precum over the head. "Just looking at it made me all wet again… you made me want to do things I could never imagine before, I want to suck you in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, so every girl knows you are mine… I want to eat your cum pouring out from Rose's pussy or Daphne's ass… and want you to fill my mouth and ass with your spunk…" Gabrielle was loving the effect her dirty talk was having on Harry, she could feel his dick trembling in her hands, almost like getting harder.

"Promises…" Harry was able to babble in between his deep breaths.

"You'll see 'Arry…" Gabrielle said, laying down and kissing the bulbous head of his dick. Harry groaned with the contact of her soft, warm lips with his sensitive flesh. She licked it, loving the taste of her mate; it was the taste of love and protection. The Veela licked all around the head, from the top to the bottom, and encircle it with her dexterous, incredible long tongue. Harry moaned loud when she finally engulfed it inside her hot, wet mouth. The girl started bobbing up and down, her lips perfectly fit around the grit of his shaft. Harry knew the Veela trick, but it was still amazing, every time.

Gabby worked his dick, licking it every time she went down and sucking with vigor every time she got up, managing to swallow an inch more with every movement. Harry was controlling himself not to shove his hips up, and let her work, as even Veela could be caught if he was too abrupt.

It didn't take long, and her nose was touching the black bush on the base of his dick, the head of his prick deep inside her throat. Harry felt amazing as she hummed, sending vibrations that echoed all over his body.

"Holy shiiiit Gabby!" Harry moaned. "That is amazing!" A shot of excitement run through the girls body with his words of approval, she could feel a wave of pleasure just for giving him those feelings. Gabrielle was not sure if it was the bond, or the simple fact she was in love, but the Veela wanted more.

Harry watched as she let his dick out from her mouth, a puddle of saliva and pre-cum forming on his lower belly and groin, with a trail connecting it to her mouth, harry found the view extremely enticing and erotic, so much that he almost came on her face.

"I need you inside me 'Arry… I need your cock deep inside my cunt…" The Veela said in a husky voice. Harry shivered. This girl knew how to make him horny. "I wonder if it will fit all the way inside…" Gabrielle sat on his thighs, touching his cock on her belly, all the way until her navel. "Do you want to fuck my little wet cunt 'Arry?" She raised herself, still holding his hard cock, and aligning its head with her dripping pussy entrance. She then rubbed it against her wet slip, who made some obscene wet sounds.

"Ueaaarhgl!" was Harry's very articulated answer, his eyes glued at the point were their bodies touch. He could see her juices flowing, mixing with his own pre cum and her saliva.

Gabrielle started lowering herself, pressing her entrance against his hard dick. The sensation of the purple pulsing head separating her inner labia and entering her was the most intense she ever felt. Harry was warm and tick. She lowered herself inch by inch, letting her body adjust to the incredible size of her mate. She kept going, moaning, until their hips meet.

Harry let out a deep breath as he penetrated her perfectly bald pussy for the first time. The view of his prick spreading her labia and disappearing inside her was hypnotic. When their hips meet, he had a silly smile in his face, the sensation of being inside Gabrielle was amazing. She was warm and wet, and the look of bliss on her face made him feel like the last man on earth. He would do anything to make her happy. Her Allure was so strong, that it distorted the air around them, and he could actually taste it. His own magic working all the way to her core, claiming her as his.

"That… is… so… good…" Gabrielle whispered, looking at him with glazing eyes. "It's better than I could ever imagine… Arry… please, don't hold back, I want to feel your cum inside me, flowing from the inside. I want you to cum as much as you can and complete the bond, please…"

It was too much. Harry mind's had gone blank with lust and desire. The way she talked, and looked, her Allure, was all being too much. Harry grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed her up, sliding over his dick, Gabrielle moaned, the sensation was overwhelming, Gabrielle knew that, bond or not, mate or not, she was gone. Harry got her up until only the head of his dick was inside of her, but when she went to move back down, he held her there. Then he pumped up, all the way in, gaining speed, every time he trusted up. Gabrielle realized she was at his mercy, at mercy of his amazing cock and his magic.

Harry groaned, fucking her pussy with determination, pushing all the way inside her, then back. Gabrielle moaned loud, as he moved, it was like his dick pressed all the right spots inside her. She felt the pressure building, and his mind going blank. She was a Veela, and he was fucking her into satisfaction. Gabrielle collapsed on his body with a whimper, her eyes rolling up and an line of saliva coming from her mouth. She wanted that forever, his cock inside her, pumping in and out. Harry held her ass up and kept penetrating her, moaning and groaning, loving the sounds she was doing.

"AAAAAAAH!" She screamed as a the orgasm rushed over her, again and again. It was amazing, the rush of pleasure and magic. She could feel the forming bond coming to completion. Gabrielle could not believe that even now her over sensitive pussy was trying to suck and keep Harry for her.

Harry pumped with determination. Coming almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Soon the pressure became too much to bare and Harry moaned loud.

"I'm cumming!"

"YES YES YES, INSIDE ME!" Gabrielle screamed, and as if by magic, she felt his hot sperm jolting inside her, rope after rope of his thick warm cum pouring inside of her. It was incredible, more than the bond, more than the multiple orgasms. She felt his magic washing over her, like a blanket of care and protection as his cum dripped from her pussy. She felt happy. For the first time in her life, Gabrielle Delacour was in love.