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Harry Potter and the Veela Life Debts

By Jojobevco

Chapter 13

Training and Thoughts

Gabrielle and Harry were alone on the floor of his sitting room. Gabrielle was eying Harry, almost in a hungry manner. However when she realized her Master was confused out of all recognition and a bit scared she forced herself to calm down.

"Harry, Master, we have to talk."

Harry's Suite

The Minister for Magic of France's Bunker/Safe House

Under the Chateau Fort de Lourdes

Lourdes, Hautes-Pyrenees, France

Harry Potter was currently in a bit of a strange situation, one of his bonded Veela companions had been acting slightly out of control, especially with all this kissing as of late. It actually sort of scared him.

"Yeah, the whole tackling me and snogging thing might have given that away."

"Well, this is something that is hard to talk about; I'm not exactly sure where to start."

But, before she could start Tonks came into the room, "Come on, Harry, your hand-to-hand training is starting."

Harry looked at Gabrielle who had seemed to return to her normal composure, she made a shooing motion with your hands, "Go, Harry, we'll talk later."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I have to think about what to say anyway."

Harry shrugged and walked off with Tonks, "I have no idea what has gotten into her today."

"Dilated pupils, flushed skin, increased respiration, and an inability to sit still; the only time I saw her focused was on the range this morning, and that was probably reflexes."

"But what does it mean?"

"I think that Gabrielle is suffering from a severe case of sexual frustration?"

"What?"

"She's randy as hell, Harry."

"I know what you mean, I'm just wondering why?"

"Ah, yes, well lucky for you they had me read up on this sort of stuff before they gave me this assignment. Hmm, how do I explain this?" Tonks thought for a moment before her eyes brightened, "Okay, think of the Gabrielle's sex drive as a can of Coke."

"Okay…"

"Right, now think that for the past fifteen years this can has been sitting on a shelf not moving, with me so far?"

"Yes."

"Good, now imagine Gabrielle's flash puberty as being someone shaking the can, it get's all pressurized and if you open the can it overflows."

"So, you mean—"

"Gabrielle is all pressurized and she will keep getting pressurized until the seals on the can fail and it blows apart."

"Well, it can't be that bad if she can control it."

"If a Veela sex drive is a can, than a human's is a balloon. Harry, Veelas are much more in tune with their sexuality than humans, therefore, they are better able to control it. If Gabrielle were human then she'd be a raving sex crazed maniac now."

Harry sighed, "If she were human than we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

Tonks turned to look at him, one eyebrow quirked.

"Oh, Tonks, don't get me wrong, I love Gabrielle, but she's just, and I'm just…"

"Say no more, Harry."

By this time they had reached the hand-to-hand training room, which pretty much was a room covered in mirrors and a floor covered in mats. Harry noticed that Tonks had changed her appearance. Before, she was a very attractive woman; now, she was even more so; she seemed to look a lot more athletic and muscular.

"Um, Tonks, you look different."

"Good of you to notice, Harry. One of the problems with being a Metamorphagus, someone who can change their appearance at will, is that it is very hard to change our sense of balance along with our physical body. Our sense of balance usually stays in sync with our base form, which is what you see now. Obviously, I tone it down a bit because I'd rather blend in a little."

Harry nodded, he'd rather blend in too.

"Okay, Harry, do you have any previous hand-to-hand combat training?"

"No, most of my life was running from bullies, not confronting them."

"Fine, now you're going to learn how to confront them. Now attack me."

"What?"

"Attack me."

"But, Tonks, you're a—"

"A what? A girl?"

"Well, yes."

"Harry, even though I'm a girl, I'm also rather dangerous. Observe."

So, Tonks attacked, Harry. Faster than he could imagine, she landed a right cross to his head, swept his leg, causing him to fall on his back, and had her foot on his throat.

"Now, Harry, from this position, I can do a lot of damage to you, among other things I can crush your throat and kill you. You are going to learn how to counter this, and how to do this. But first, you're going to learn how to fall. I'd hate to say it, but you're in for a world of pain, Harry."

Meanwhile, Back in,

Harry's Suite

The Minister for Magic of France's Bunker/Safe House

Under the Chateau Fort de Lourdes

Lourdes, Hautes-Pyrenees, France

Gabrielle stood at the magically charmed window looking out at the town and sanctuary below the fort. She honestly didn't know what to do about her master. She had years of sexual frustration that built up overnight. At first, she didn't notice because of the stress and adrenaline running through her after the events on Privet Drive, but now it was clearly affecting her. This is what people were saying, of the bond pushing them together. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, not this soon, but still, it was such a rare phenomenon that there was no such thing as a normal bond.

She still held out some hope for Harry taking the initiative on her own, after all he kissed her on Privet Drive, but he had completely froze up a few minutes ago. Gabrielle honestly didn't know whether or not to take the lead on it.

She eventually determined that she wouldn't have any choice but to let Harry take the lead in this. Their bond would interpret his standing "orders" as they were, unless there was a significant threat to Harry's life. Rightfully, in Gabrielle's somewhat twisted opinion due to the bond, the bond did not take any concern for her own wellbeing. Unfortunately, in Gabrielle's somewhat less twisted opinion, this would severely limit her actions to keep her from dying.

Gabrielle sighed, she wasn't worried for herself, but for Harry and what effect her death might have on him. However, for some reason, the bond, and she subconsciously, thought he would recover in a reasonable amount of time; after all, he did have Fleur. Gabrielle was indeed dying, the increase frustration and tension would exponentially increase over the next few weeks, slowly causing her to go insane, to the point where she could, conceivably, lose control and hurt Harry, something that she did not want to do. She already had earlier, before she managed to clamp down on her feelings enough. So, before she would lose complete control, the bond would act. The bond would act as fail-safe, a self destruct that would kill her before she could bring harm to him.

Gabrielle eventually made a decision; she would talk to him tonight and try to make him see that she was ready now. But, she would not guilt him into it. That would ruin the whole point.

"Have a lot on your mind, Gabrielle?"

Gabrielle turned to see Fleur leaning against the door to the study. Fleur looked a little morose and pensive too.

"Yes, yes I do. You have a lot on your mind as well?"

"Yes, yes I do. Don't worry, sister, Harry will do the right thing."

"I hope so."

"I trust he will. In fact, I think I'll move out for the evening."

"Really?"

"Yes, clearly you are…ready. I am not. So, I really don't want to be around when you, um, do it."

"Okay."

Fleur awkwardly nodded and left to return to her own pondering.

About an Hour Later

Hand-to-Hand Combat Training Room

The Minister for Magic of France's Bunker/Safe House

Under the Chateau Fort de Lourdes

Lourdes, Hautes-Pyrenees, France

Harry was slowly learning. Unfortunately, the process took him being knocked on his arse continuously. However, he had now learned about how to minimize the pain of falling and adjusting his center of gravity so he'd fall in a certain way.

Now he was ready to try something else. As Tonks was coming at him from behind, Harry used his quick reflexes to spin around, sweep Tonks's leg and force her to the ground. He landed above her, just inches from her face, right hand on her throat and left hand on her right arm, using his arm to pin her right hand.

Tonks smiled, "Good job, Harry!"

Suddenly the both became aware of how close they were to one another and backed off.

Tonks and Harry were still blushing as they got off the floor, "Right, well, I think that's enough for today, Harry."

"Yes, it is, Tonks."

The both walked back to Harry's study to find Gabrielle waiting for them, Tonks turned to her, "Here you go, Gabrielle. I think you know what to do."

Gabrielle gave a short laugh, "I guess you're in a lot of pain, Harry."

"Yes, oh, yes, definitely, in fact; congratulations, Tonks, you are officially worse than Voldemort's Cruciatus. "

Tonks laughed, "Wow, what an honor to be compared to an evil Dark Lord. Well I'll leave you two to it, see you tomorrow!"

Tonks turned and left, leaving Harry and Gabrielle alone. Gabrielle went to one of the cabinets and grabbed a jar

"Harry, could you take off your shirt and your pants, I've got to put this bruise relief paste on you, or else you're going to be hurting tomorrow."

"Um, what?" Harry was a little shocked by her forwardness.

"Harry, it's just a medicinal thing."

"Um, okay." Harry did what she said and laid down on the couch in the study. Gabrielle took some of the paste and deftly started rubbing it into Harry's back and neck before doing his legs. They both were silent, Harry was enjoying the lack of pain and the limbered feeling he was now experiencing and Gabrielle was still trying to figure out how to broach the topic of her frustration. After she told Harry to flip over she then started to rub the paste on his torso.

"So, Tonks told me something interesting today. She seemed to have a theory on why you were acting so strange."

"I've been…frustrated, Harry."

"I think Tonks put it as, 'she's randy as hell.'"

Gabrielle laughed her sweet, sounds like bells, laugh, "she's right, Harry."

Harry's eyes flew open and he quickly sat up. Luckily, Gabrielle was just finishing with the paste, putting the jar away and cleaning her hands on a towel.

"You're serious."

"Yes, Harry."

"Okay, so what do we do about it?"

Gabrielle smirked, "Well, I think people have sex to deal with sexual frustration."

Harry stood up and looked down at the still shorter Gabrielle, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes, Master."

"You know, I've never done this before."

Gabrielle laughed, "Neither have I, but I did get 'the talk' from my mother. I'm ready, Harry, I know I am. Are you?"

"If you are, than I am, I'm just worried, what if…" A million concerns went through his head, what if he wasn't good enough for her, what if he hurt her, what if…

His thoughts were interrupted by Gabrielle jumping into his arms, leaning down, and snogging him.

"Harry, Master, I will always, only want you."

Harry awkwardly carried her through the study to the door to his bedroom, using his improved balance skills to kick it shut behind them.

AN: Please Review, thanks to those who have.

AN2: One thing I'm starting to get concerned about in this story is the rating. While I don't think anything in this chapter is above what you would find in an average American primetime television show, I do think that it is getting up there a bit. I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on this and as always on where you think the story should go next.