Warning:Underage Lime.
Chapter 6
1st of July:
That morning the Grangers and Harry got up early to do the last minute packing, things forgotten or neglected to be packed the night before. At half ten they left for Portsmouth International to catch the half twelve ferry to Cherbourg in France. When they got to Portsmouth International France just after eleven, they did a bit of shopping and decided to have a early lunch. During lunch, Harry asked how long would it take them to get to Cherbourg. Dan explained it would take about four and a half hours trip to Cherbourg, but they would be staying a motel for the night. Then the next day after doing some sightseeing and shopping they would begin their twelve hours drive to The Grande Cosse. Seeing Harry's shock expression at how long it was going to take them, Emma explained they would spending the night at another motel, before finishing their drive to The Grande Cosse. Then Dan went on to explain that The Grande Cosse was a nudist camp, which had their own beach away from the public.
Emma reassured Harry that only part of their time would be spent there, and that he did not have to take all of his clothes off if he felt uncomfortable doing so. Harry was happy about that, but for some reason he was unsure about, although he was nervous about being naked around strangers and the Grangers, he was excited about being able to experience something so different.
As they were waiting for the Ferry to leave, Emma and Dan were in the bar getting something to drink while Harry, Hermione and Mel were looking around the ship. During their travels they would stop by any shop that looked like it was selling comics. Since it was going to be a long journey they wanted something to read, and secretly help plan new training experiments, if possible. Melody decided to get some Star Wars comics because she and her father were into Star Wars.
Harry was not able to find the comics he normally read, so he bought a Japanese comic called a 'Manga' that the clerk recommended called Naruto. The basic plot was fairly interesting so Harry decided to give it a try; the day the protagonist of the story, Naruto Uzumaki, was used as a baby to seal a Great Demon Fox, the Kyuubi no Yoko, attacked the Leaf Village, within him - as nothing the people could do would kill the Demon. Sadly, both his parents died doing this, and Naruto grew up alone, even ostracised at times because some people thought he was the Fox in disguise. Harry could empathize in some ways, and that, from what he believed, was essential to enjoying comics of any kind.
Hermione was luckier and found her normal fair in stock; the comics known as Birds of Prey; it about Barbara Gordon who used to be known as Batgirl until The Joker paralyzed her. Later, she founded the Birds of Prey, a team of female heroes. Hermione liked this comic because not only was it about a team of female 11, but they had no superpowers of their own, fighting crime with only their own wits and fighting skill.
Once they got their comics they returned to Emma and Dan at the bar where they all went to the poolside for a few hours to swim or sunbathe. Afterwards, just before they landed at Cherbourg, they had something to eat, followed by some minor sightseeing after reaching ground before they booked into the Hotel Du Louvre for the night.
That night Melody, Hermione and Harry were in Harry's room, talking about the comics they purchased that afternoon. Melody started things off, "Harry, I was wondering if we could try some of the skills in the Star Wars comics. Some of the abilities seemed like they could be possible."
"How so?" Harry asked while Hermione perked up. The bushy haired Granger was less interested in Star Wars compared to her father and Mel, but she was still familiar enough with the 'verse through second hand info she could safely agree there was some stuff that they could try out.
"You already copied the powers like Force Pull and Push." Melody explained. "So I don't think it would too hard to copy the other Force Powers. It's not like we need to follow the Jedi Code or anything, so we're not limited to Jedi or Sith abilities. Shame I won't be able to use Force Lightning for a while though; looks like it'd take a huge amount of energy."
Harry barely paid attention to the Light and Dark distinctions in real life, so fictional ones never crossed his mind. Pushing onward without a passing glance he asked, "So what skills do you think we should start off with?"
"I'm not too sure, but I think Mind Trick could be a good one to have eventually." Melody reasoned. "Being able to alter a person's mind would be useful. It's basically hypnotism, and the Sith version also lets you use a person's worst fears against them. Not saying we ever would, because that seems excessively cruel, but the option is there."
"As for an ability to learn first… well Force Slow sounds like a really good move to use against other Mages. It would slow them down physically and mentally, limiting their choice of spells and ability to cast and aim them quickly." Melody suggested.
With a thoughtful look on his face Harry was silent for several moments before he mentioned, "Not a bad idea, but how can we learn these skills?"
Melody was the one with the thoughtful look now. Unfortunately, the answer eluded her. "To be honest, I'm not sure myself." She admitted to Harry and her sister. "I think it was explained in one of the comics that I read before. I can look for them once we get home; they should be in the attic somewhere. If not we can always just experiment until we make some progress. Are you going to tell me the idea of making up a new power doesn't seem fun? A power that only we and the people we want to learn it? Sure it'll be hard, but that's half the fun… or it is to me at least." She finished hesitantly, realizing how excited she was getting.
Harry had to admit he did like the idea; it was an appealing thought. Even if they only learn the basic idea of the skill from the source material it would be a start in the right decision. Harry smiled excitedly, making Melody's brief insecurities disappear. "You're right, it would be fun. In fact there's a skill that I would like to learn from these Naruto comics called the Shadow Clone Jutsu. It's a skill to make copies of yourself; not only that but whatever the Clone learns, once you cancel the Clone or Clones, whatever they learn you would learn too. So I was thinking it would be very useful to learn if we wanted to obtain a large amount of information quicker. Even if we can only make one Clone that still doubles the information gain." He said, knowing full well both girls would be all but salivating at the thought.
His assumption was correct, Melody's unfocused eyes stared at the space three inches to Harry's left as she imagined all the books she could read. A blush overtook her face as her hidden dirty side flashed a mental image of her being snuggled by two Harry's at once, but she quickly shook it off.
Hermione, in a similar state, only staring four inches to Harry's right, was in an almost identical state, only being older her fantasies were slightly more advanced, involving kissing and wandering hands.
Before they could say or think more about this, or talk about the other skills they would have liked to learn, there was a knock on the door. Harry, being the closest, answered it. The door opened to reveal Dan and Emma.
"Okay you three, it's time for bed." Emma announced, getting moans of disappointments for it. "I know you want to stay up, but we've got a few long days ahead of us before we get to The Grande Cosse." She elaborated for Harry's benefit. "Really, did you think we would put you through a ten hour drive and not make stops along the way to sightsee? That would be exceptionally boring and a huge waste of potential fun. Besides, if we spent ten solid hours in the car none of us would be able to walk when we tried to get out."
Harry smiled at this, he was not exactly thrilled about the prospect of being in the car, as spacious as it was, for that long. Bidding the Grangers goodnight he endured a double 'Hermi-hug' from both the creator and a practitioner before they all went to their respective room and he laid down on his bed.
2nd of July:
The next day Harry and the Grangers got up early so they could have breakfast and leave by eight o'clock. They did this so they could arrive in Paris around noon. This would allow them to spend a few hours before carrying on with their trip before staying at another hotel for the night.
The four hour ride sped by and, before they knew it, they were in Paris. The five of them visited the Eiffel Tower, the American Library near the Tower and a few other places before going to the Rue de Lumière, Paris' equivalent to Diagon Alley. Unlike back in England, where they had to enter an old rundown bar like Leaky Cauldron, they had to go through Café Magique. Café Magique, like the Leaky Cauldron, was warded so that only people who had or knew about magic could see it. The outside had four tables, with five chairs around them. The area around the cafe was ringed with a hedge and some beautiful flowers outside the cafe. Inside the cafe was even better; it was colourful and had a welcoming feeling to it, unlike the Leaky Cauldron, as it was much brighter. There was nothing overtly magical about the place, despite the potential for it to.
As they approached the counter, Emma asked the lady who was in her mid twenties. "Hi, my family and I would like to enter Rue de Lumière please."
"Of course," The woman behind the desk said, "follow me."
Harry and the Granger Family followed the lady to the back of the shop. As they got to the back, the lady pulled her wand out of her pocket and tapped it on the wall, which made a doorway to appear.
As they walked though they saw that the alley was… strikingly similar to Diagon Alley. Everything was in French, the items sold in the shops were slightly or vastly different depending on where you looked, but it was still largely the same looking. The only immediately apparent distinction was actually the light posts. Every one of the metal poles was twisted and gnarled, but in such a way that looked interestingly artistic. At the top of these poles were five metal framed, glass windowed diamond shaped lanterns with one large one in the center, and four smaller diamonds at the four corners. In the place of candles were balls of light, clearly made by magic.
As Harry and the Grangers walked down Rue de Lumière, they saw posters of a wizard with wavy blonde hair and particularly straight and shiny teeth wearing a flamboyant and flashy blue robe. Like other magical posters, it was moving, giving the ladies charming smiles. Hermione whispered to Melody that she thought he was somewhat handsome. Harry scoffed, not seeing what was so attractive about the man. He just looked too perfect, like he was a doll or manufactured somehow. To distract himself he read the text at the bottom of the poster aloud.
Today at Flourish and Blotts:
GILDEROY LOCKHART
Who'll be signing copies of his new book:
MAGICAL ME
Today 2:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m.
"Ooh I've heard of him!" Hermione said giddily. "He's done so many things in his book, like in Wanderings with Werewolves he defeated the Wagga Wagga Werewolf. He's one of the few living heroes in the Wizarding World. Mum can we see him?" Hermione asked her mother eagerly, Melody agreeing next to her silently with a small nod and eager look.
Harry shook his head, unable to be bothered to care overly much; just because he disliked the man at first glance did not mean he would make a big fuss about it.
Emma and Dan exchanged almost exasperated looks, like they were resigned to have something like this happen eventually, before they agreed to take a look.
As they got to the bookstore they saw the front crowded up with what seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Emma's age and older. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies… don't push, there… mind the books, now…" At first the message was in French, which the Grangers could all understand - Harry could decipher it, but it took longer since he was still learning the language - then he held his wand up to his throat and continued the message in several different languages, only one of which the group understood, that being English.
Harry, Melody, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They all looked for books that could help them learn new skills or even create spells, but were not having much luck.
"Oh, there you three are, good." Emma said as she caught up. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair, probably because of all the people pushing their way around; Emma would have needed to shove even harder to get to her children and their friend. "You shouldn't run off like that with this many people, you could get hurt or worse, kidnapped." The trio apologized so Emma moved on, "Now we should get in line, I hear Lockhart will be here any minute now."
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.
A tall, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
"Out of the way, there." He snarled at Melody, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet and The Magique News Weekly-"
Harry was quick to rise to her defense, delighting in an opportunity to vent some frustration gained from this whole ordeal. "Big deal!" He snapped, stamping hard on the photographers foot. While Harry had intended to merely make a pointed statement, the end result of probably breaking a bone in the man's foot was quite satisfying, especially once he saw Melody flinch when she took a step back, her own foot smarting from when the man had stepped on hers.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard the photographer's pained expletive and looked up. His eyes instantly locked onto the disgruntled form of Harry Potter glaring at the man, two girls, obviously sisters by their similar appearance causing him to start. Everything seemed to be going his way the last few weeks. Of all the places in the world, he would scarcely have believed he would see the Boy-Who-Lived here in France. He leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be, Harry Potter?"
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seizing Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Grangers, seemingly oblivious to his possibly broken toes.
But it didn't last long, Harry yanked his arm out of the blond's grasp and glared, "Get the hell away from me, I don't know you. You've got no right to touch me."
"Hoho, I'm sorry my boy, I'm Gilderoy Lockhart!" Lockhart announced grandiosely as he took hold of Harry's arm. "Now nice big smile, Harry." Lockhart said quieter through his gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."
The timing seemed to be perfect as the photographer clicked a photo precisely when Harry's elbow buried itself in Gilderoy Lockhart's abdomen. The crowd gaped and gasped as Lockhart dropped to the floor clutching his damaged stomach. Eyes were taken off Lockhart as he groaned in pain, focusing solely on Harry as he glared even harder at the man and spat, "I told you to stop."
Harry walked back to the Grangers, the crowd parting like the Red Sea in front of the angry boy. "Can we please go now?" Harry asked Emma, his tone annoyed for obvious reasons.
Emma smiled at him and nodded, taking her shocked daughters by the shoulders and leading them out of the book store. It was surprising nobody bothered them on the way out, but attention swiftly shifted back towards Lockhart as he climbed to his feet and made some kind of announcement.
"As long as we steer clear of the bookstore we should be able to avoid any rabid fans. Still, we should hurry things along." Emma decided.
Harry sighed, feeling guilty he was cutting things short. "I'm sorry -"
Emma was quick to cut that train of thought off though. "No, I'm proud of you. Just because someone is famous doesn't give them the right to get handsy with you like that. You gave him fair warning and he ignored it. He deserved it."
"W-Wait a moment!" Harry and the Grangers heard Lockhart say as they were about to leave. Lockhart knew needed to do something quickly if he wanted to save some face and protect his public image. "I want to apologise." As he said this, the group looked at him in interest, not expecting it. "I'm afraid my exuberance got the better of me, most are delighted to shake the hand of someone so famous, or have a picture taken with them. My assumption that you, Mr. Potter, would be the same seems to have led me into a faux pas, and I apologize."
Lockhart held out his hand, a grin once more on his face. This one was less gleaming though and far more friendly. Seeing this, and Emma's encouraging look, Harry returned the handshake with one of his own. He only did so, like Lockhart, so he would not lose face in the public eye. He knew that people back England, and other places who looked up to him as the Boy-Who-Lived would look down on him if he refused to accept the apology from someone like Lockhart. The crowd took that moment to burst into applause, punctuated by rapid flashes of the camera.
Once the clamour had died down Lockhart's grin once more became toothy and fake looking, at least to Harry, and he spoke, his voice louder so everyone would hear. "In return for my earlier rudeness I shall repay young Harry and his two friends with a free copy of my complete Box Set!"
Harry had to admit, the man knew how to work the crowd, but the man had more to say. "Of course, that's not all! Mr. Potter and his companions will be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. I was hoping to keep this a bit longer, but he and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real "Magical Me." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Harry almost rolled his eyes at how utterly excited the gathered witches were; he even saw a few faint. It was times like this he wondered how people could get so worked up over something like this. If every one of Lockhart's books were to be believed he was quite the hero, but the chance of none of his books being exaggerated for either entertainment purposes or to make Lockhart look good was dismal at best and nonexistent at worst.
None of his feats were any indicator he would be a good teacher though. A guest speaker, definitely, but not a full time teacher. He also found it strange that Dumbledore found someone so fast, then again, from what he heard around Hogwarts, Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers rarely last more than a year and sometimes not even that long. With that in mind it was no surprise that Dumbledore could get Lockhart so fast, he must have been on the back up list.
Harry, Hermione and Melody were given their books almost as soon as he was finished with the announcement, and were actually swept away by the suddenly ravenous crowd. Luckily, they were all deposited back into the street, dazed but unhurt, and so decided to just leave.
Once the group finished their sightseeing and shopping in Paris, they went to a town called Orléans, staying in the Hôtel Marguerite for the night. That night while everyone was asleep Harry read though the books that Lockhart gave him. As he steadily made his way through the books his urge to light them all on fire grew along with his general disgust: half the dates contradicted each other, only about a quarter of the spells were even real, the other spells were either fake or had completely different effects from what was described in the books. Not to mention that a cure for Lycanthropy simply did not exist, which should have been a major tip off. Even if the cure was stupidly expensive to make, it would still be a well known and documented spell or potion. There were always rich people either looking to curry favour, or even simply stockpile it 'just in case'.
This particular scene called back to Harry's earlier assumption about the narrative being exaggerative though. His tiny amount of understanding of the Latin language revealed that Homorphus meant roughly 'Shape of Man', so the spell, if it even existed, could possibly revert a Werewolf back into their human form, and the book just took the supposed spell to its theatrical extreme and cured the afflicted Were. It certainly made for a happy ending, so Harry would normally excuse it, but the books were passed off as fact, not fiction.
It was like it in most of the books; there were dates overlapping, spells were wrong, fake, or exaggerated, and in general they read like a flattering exposé, rather than a credible DADA textbook. The only thing the books did right was show Lockhart in a good light. Harry didn't know how so many people hadn't seen this before. Was there a spell on the books to make it so people couldn't see these mistakes, or were Wizards and Witches as stupid as Harry thought they were by default? Harry admitted to himself that witches had an excuse, apparently Lockhart was exceptionally handsome, so females were reading the books for reasons other than objective knowledge; they wanted to gush and daydream about Lockhart acting the dashing hero he portrayed. Wizards were just as bad, though without the hormonally driven lust towards the man. Harry chalked that up to general laziness and stupidity. Women though… Harry sighed, women were a strange creature, even the smartest of them could act weird for no discernible reason at all.
12th of July:
Almost two weeks had passed after Harry and the Grangers started their holiday in France. It had been a long ten days for Harry after getting the bloody books from Lockhart. Thankfully for his self appointed goal, the events that took place in the shop had damaged his friends mental picture of Lockhart, so he struck while the iron was hot. He worked well into the night on his evidence, knowing the girls would demand it.
It went surprisingly well, all things considered, Hermione was quickly swayed by his argument and facts, but Melody, the one who basically preached critical thinking, was a tougher nut to crack. It took Emma having a quiet talk with her daughter before the girl relented and give Harry's evidence a more detailed look, instead of dismissing it.
A day later things were back to normal, both girls preferring to put the whole embarrassing ordeal behind them, Melody in particular, and move on. The day started off normal as the family and guest ate breakfast, after which Emma explained to her daughters and Harry that they had six hours before they got to The Grande Cosse. She went on to explain they could do what they did the day before and do some more sightseeing, and stop off at another hotel for the night before finishing their trip the next day, or they could carry on to The Grande Cosse and have a few smalls stops to get food and drink and get to The Grande Cosse by that night, but it was up to them to decide. After some thought, the kids decided to carry on to The Grande Cosse and have a few smalls stops along the way. As unlikely as it was to happen the children just wanted to take a break from the Magical world so nothing like what happened in Rue de Lumière would take place again.
The trip was quick and uneventful, at least on the surface. Harry noticed his voice giving out and squeaking at odd times, which Dan referred to as 'cracking' once when he teased Harry about it and, much to his own embarrassment, he began thinking about Hermione and Melody in ways more advanced than their current relationship level. The girls were his friends, and that was how he thought of them, just hanging out and reading comics or books together, or just lazing about and talking about whatever crossed their minds. Now, though, he thought about that as well as hugging and snuggling with them, even kissing once the group reached camp and began enjoying the beach. His thoughts were not focused on just Hermione and Melody though; he also daydreamed about Emma and, surprisingly, Lucy too. His imaginary twin began featuring in these fantasies when he tried to stop thinking about the Granger women due to getting flustered around them.
Any self control he managed to wrestle down was completely blown away when they got settled in and the clothing optional part of the trip came into play. Harry himself had kept shorts on. He thought he would have been fine, having a far better self body image than most, but he was having a problem that kept cropping up that made going naked unfeasible. It was a normal problem for a young man, developing erections at basically anything that was attractive to his interests, in Harry's case women, but he had never learned anything about that; in truth to Harry it was just bothersome, uncomfortable, and embarrassing; he was unaware why it kept happening. He could make a pretty good guesses because it mostly happened when he caught sight of a naked female Granger, or one of the other incredibly attractive women that roamed the beach.
Emma Granger would have been more than happy to give her eldest daughter's first friend The Talk if she knew he needed to be given one, but it had not occurred to her until she really settled in and started paying closer attention to those around her, instead of only basking in the experience.
It was the second Sunday at the camp and Dan had taken his daughters out for the day, father and daughter bonding as he called it - so it left Emma and Harry alone at the camp. Harry was sitting by the pool relaxing when Emma decided to make her move. She walked over and sat next to him, her course of action was justified when she saw Harry's eyes glance down at her breasts as they bounced from her motion before looking back up to meet her gaze, his cheeks slightly pink. "Since Dan, and the girls are out for the day, I would like a word with you if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind." Harry responded.
"Can we go to our cabin? This is something private I want to talk you about." She requested.
"Sure, Emma." He answered as he stood up and offered Emma a hand, which she took, before the two walked back to their cabin.
As they got to their cabin, Emma made sure that the doors were locked before she and Harry took a seat on the couch. "Is everything alright Harry? It's been over a week since we got to the camp, and I thought by now you would have lost your shorts. I know some people sometimes keep them on for their whole stay, although most of the time people lose their clothes in a few days, but you didn't seem to mind the idea when we were back home. Is everything alright?"
Harry was embarrassed, but he realized this was his opportunity to get some answers so he took hold of the situation as best as his nerves would allow. "Well you see Emma I've got a problem, lately, well…" He stumbled, too embarrassed to continue.
But Emma seemed to realize what was wrong, as she said with a smile, "You've been having a problem with your penis haven't you? It keeps getting hard on you."
Harry turned red at this, but nodded quickly enough, "Yes, it has, and I don't know why." He answered, his annoyance at not knowing overcoming his hesitation.
Emma was shocked. She knew that his aunt and uncle were not the best of people, much less family, but she would have thought that they would have given Harry the The Talk by now, if only so he would avoid doing anything without knowing the full details of what he was doing. If not them, she assumed his old school would have had Sex Ed by the time he left for Hogwarts. She was aware not all schools had the class that early, but never considered it until now, only making assumptions.
She decided to get down to business though and obtain some facts. "Harry, have your aunt and uncle given you The Talk about the birds and the bees, or where babies come from? Or did you attend a class called Sex Ed while in school?"
"My aunt and uncle told me that a freak like me shouldn't have babies, and so I shouldn't know where they come from." Harry replied simply, his tone distant. He would have preferred to never think about the vile people again, but it was an unavoidable subject at times, this apparently being one of them. Unnoticed by him Emma was suppressing the growing rage she felt at the Dursley's for their treatment of the nice young man before her. She listened as Harry went on to say, "They said as long as I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to bring new freaks into the world. As far as I know my school didn't have a class called Sex Ed, would it have helped?"
Emma felt a bit embarrassed, she never thought that she would have to give The Talk to a boy who very well might use what she was telling him on one of her daughters one day. With a sigh she said, "Harry you might have noticed your body has started to change," Harry nodded shyly, he did notice a few changes, "One being your voice, and your penis - also referred to as a cock, or dick, most commonly but there are dozens of words people use - will get hard. This is called an erection. This is a perfectly natural reaction to seeing a lady you think is attractive because you're going through puberty; the reason for these changes. This means not only will your hormones play up, meaning you'll feel things that you didn't before, like thinking of girls more often, but your body will react to these thoughts as well."
"How can I deal with my erection? It's really embarrassing having it hard all the time." A red faced Harry inquired. Emma glanced down at the prominent tent in his shorts briefly. She was actually rather flattered in his interest in her; Harry was growing into quite the handsome young man and his interest in her made her feel sexy.
Emma sighed, there was so much that Harry missed out on, a father to help him in this kind of thing, a normal childhood where he could learn things like this from his family and many other things that she was grateful that her own children had. It took everything that she had not to head back to England now and give the Dursleys a piece of her mind. "Harry do you know what masturbation is?" Emma asked. She could guess the answer, confirmed when Harry blinked cluelessly, but she needed to ask anyway. Yet again she sighed, wanting nothing more than to exact some righteous fury.
"Harry, masturbation is a way to relieve yourself, making it so your penis will go soft again." Emma explained, hiding her red face behind her hair slightly, struggling to believe she was explaining this to Harry. "Both men and women masturbate." She claimed, but upon seeing Harry's confused look, Emma could have hit herself. He had no context to work with, her speech was really disorganized because she wanted to get to his problems quicker and had pushed other things to the wayside. "Women get a different kind of erection, and relieve themselves through a different way of masturbating, but that's not really the issue. For men it's very simple, all they need to do is put their hand around their cock, and start to pump it until they reach their orgasm. When a man reaches orgasm semen spurts out, but you may not be old enough for that to happen yet."
Harry felt somewhat stupid right now, although Emma explained it to him well enough he was still drawing a blank as to how to do it, the embarrassment clouding his mind. This was just too far out of his element. "Emma, could you… show me what to do?" He asked hesitantly with a bit of desperation in his voice, his face feeling warmer by the second.
Emma Granger hesitated; she was a happily married women. Sure, there were a few problems after a nasty accident Dan had been involved in shortly after Mel had been born that limited his abilities in the bedroom, but she was still satisfied by what he could do. Still, once she heard the desperation in Harry's voice, she could not seem to be able to think of a reason that a short demonstration would be too bad, as long as she laid some ground rules. "I'll quickly show what to do, if you promise you won't tell Dan or the girls about it."
Harry fervently nodded. "I won't." He promised since he did not want to get her into any trouble or anything like that.
"Okay, pull your shorts down." She ordered.
Harry complied, sliding the waistband of his pants down to his knees, momentarily lifting himself off the couch to accomplish it, his erection springing free of his shorts the second it was able.
As Harry did this Emma eyed his cock in surprise. Dan was bigger, obviously, but her husband was also a full grown man; Harry was relatively close and he was only an eleven - nearly twelve years old boy. If Harry and one of her daughters really did get together, they would be in for a very happy life in the bedroom.
She sat herself down next to Harry on his right side, putting her left hand around his shoulders. She felt him jump when she suddenly wrapped her hand around the base of his length and start stroking slowly, already feeling mildly guilty, not remembering why she agreed to help him with this. "Whenever you get hard just go somewhere private and do this. Make sure not to grip yourself too hard or stroke yourself too fast, or you could hurt yourself."
Harry bit his lip to suppress the foreign sound that wanted to be released as Emma sped up slightly as she spoke, only to fail when she released him and stood up quickly.
"That should do it, now you know what to do. Oh, and remember you should never start masturbating and then stop in the middle. If you do so you'll get something most men call blue balls, which, while isn't dangerous, is very painful. I'm going back out to the pool, you should finish up in your room before the others get home, okay?" Emma said hurriedly as she left. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression, but she had gone far above and beyond what she should have done. She could have sat him down and explained things from start to finish, but she talked herself into a corner. She reminded herself to talk to him again in the future and really explain things in a more linear fashion.
Harry watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions. He, being a boy in the throes of puberty, was able to easily ignore these feelings and pull his shorts back up before venturing to his room. Repeating what Emma had done was easy enough, and he felt foolish by being confused about the mechanics before. In retrospect it was obvious, but his embarrassment, mixed with a naked Emma, kept him from being able to connect the dots.
He was both satisfied and unsatisfied by his first masturbatory experience. The former was easy to explain, since experiencing orgasm had made him go soft and felt incredibly good. The latter was because his own hand felt nowhere near as good as Emma's, and he was sure his orgasm would have been stronger, and felt better, if she had been the one to finish him off. Still, that was a minor complaint since she gave him the answer he needed to solve his problem.
16th of July:
A few days after Emma showed Harry how to masturbate, he quickly discovered how difficult it was to excuse himself to tug one out like Emma had suggested. That only worked for about fifteen minutes, at the absolute and rare most, before Hermione or Melody would come searching for him . He was up to three times a day before he finally settled down.
It was strange, he thought he would only feel the urge to masturbate once a day, not three. Despite this odd development, he was still feeling confident he could prevent sprouting an erection at the drop of a hat as long as he satisfied himself before he went out. He started forgoing his shorts, which had caused both Granger daughters to blush a solid red when they saw him fully naked for the first time. Even Emma gave him a second glance once or twice. It was strangely ego boosting for the last Potter.
He was laying on the beach sunbathing when a six year old naked girl ran towards him, shouting out in France, "Maman, Maman, c'est Harry Potter." (Mummy, Mummy, it's Harry Potter)
"Gabrielle, reviens ici!" (Gabrielle, get back here!) The woman called, who Harry assumed was the girl's mother. This was confirmed when the mother turned to him and said in a French accent, "I'm Apolline Delacour, please forgive me monsieur, my daughter zinks you're someone else."
"Maman, c'est Harry Potter, le Garçon-Qui-A-Survécu…" The girl named Gabrielle insisted. (Mummy, it's Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived…)
Harry smirked minutely since, after being school let out, Emma and Hermione had been teaching him French at a furious pace enabling him to keep up with the mother and daughter with a little difficulty. Melody already knew French, but was learning German with Dan, as they wanted to learn a third language whilst the others did not want to bother. His tiny self satisfied smirk disappeared when he felt his cock rapidly swelling. The problem was his eyes had barely glanced at the mother, meaning he was growing aroused from a six year old with his body desiring to do things to her that he did not understand with no reasonable explanation as to why. If it was the mother he would understand, she was an incredibly beautiful woman, but not the girl.
He tried to ignore the feeling he was getting and focused back on the pair, but failed to direct his attention back in time to hear and mentally translate what the girl said, but he did hear enough to know it was something about magic and was likely breaking the Statute. If them knowing about the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing had not been an indicator, Gabrielle's comment would have been. "Gabrielle Delacour, se comportent-vous." Apolline reprimanded the girl. (Gabrielle Delacour, behave yourself.)
"Don't worry about it." Harry said in English, not feeling confident enough in his linguistic skills to reply in their native tongue for fear of mangling it. That and he was having too much trouble focusing to try to speak in his second, partially learned language and suppress the arousal he was feeling in greater and greater waves for unknown reasons at the same time; he was already clearly failing to hide the evidence. "I am actually Harry Potter, but if you don't mind please keep that information a secret. I'm on vacation with a friend and her family and I don't want them bothered by people wanting to talk to me." Harry requested as he put his shorts on, playing it off like he only had them off to tan, which was a fairly common habit on the beach for those who wore clothes.
The woman saw through his actions though and cut straight to the chase, "She's affecting you, isn't she?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry insisted awkwardly.
"Don't feel ashamed or guilty Monsieur Potter." The mother said, shocking Harry, "She's a Veela and 'asn't learned 'ow to control 'er powers fully. I was trying to keep 'er away from the public, but she ran off." She turned to her daughter and noticed the girls expression, like she was focusing on something with all of her concentration. Following her gaze it was plain to see the affect she was having on the Potter boy was getting worse. Apolline Delacour had to admit though, the boy was holding up incredibly well. Gabrielle's Allure was the strongest Apolline had seen or heard of in decades, and it looked like her daughter was focusing every bit of it solely on him. She was shocked the boy could even think still, most other males would have either turned to metaphorical goo or jumped Gabrielle by now, six years old or not.
She was tempted to let this go on, if only so Gabrielle could see what happened when you pushed a male too far - and the young Potter certainly looked to be losing the battle with his self control - but she would have to settle for grounding her and giving her a stern talking to when they got home.
"Gabrielle, you will stop zis instant." Apolline snapped, using a tone unique to mothers, used to get their children to obey them. "Zat was a very mean zing to do to Monsieur Potter. Apologize zis instant, and you can bet you'll be getting a spanking for zis when we get 'ome!"
Harry shifted uncomfortably as his hard-on twitched at the mental image that assaulted his brain, something Apolline noticed and realized she probably should have left at least the punishment unsaid while he was still being hit full force by Gabrielle's Allure. "I can see you wish to leave Monsieur Potter, and we must do the same. Despite my daughter's rude behaviour, it was nice meeting you. You should try and find a book on Veela when you get back to 'Ogwarts, zat will explain what 'appened to you. I bid you good day."
Harry nodded, not trusting his voice to do anything but crack loudly if he tried to speak and all but sprinted back to the cabin as soon as the elder Delacour frog marched her daughter back towards wherever their beach gear was set up, Gabrielle complaining all the way about being so close. Harry almost slapped himself in the face when his eyes were glued to Gabrielle's rear end as she was dragged away. He really needed to get back to the cabin…
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It was a short walk to get back to the cabin and when he got there he saw that the Grangers were about to leave. When they saw him Dan took the initiative and asked, "You alright Harry? You seem a bit dazed."
"I'm fine, just spent a little too long in the sun I think. I think I'll stay inside for a bit." Harry explained to them. It was by no means a complete lie, but at the same time nothing close to the full truth either.
"Good lad, if your body tells you something you shouldn't ignore it. You could seriously injure yourself if you don't." Dan answered sagely, "We'll be down at the beach if you need us." A minute or two of "I hope you're feeling better soon's" from the female Grangers and they all left, leaving Harry alone.
Waiting for a few minutes to make sure the Grangers were definitely gone and not returning to grab something forgotten, Harry quickly scampered to his room and securely closed the door. Stationing himself on the bed he ripped his shorts down and took his still hard prick in hand. Despite Emma's warnings, he could not stop his hand from pumping as fast as he could make it, images of Hermione, Melody, Emma, Apolline, Lucy, and, most embarrassing of all, little Gabrielle, flitted through his head as he rapidly approached his first orgasm.
Roughly forty five minutes later Harry fell back onto his bed breathing heavily. Five times. Whatever Gabrielle had done had forced him to masturbate five times just to get back to a point where he could focus again.
Harry decided to get his mind off the little blond girl and whatever a Veela was, so he fell back on his stand-by project; improving his pyrokinetic abilities. Before they left for France he started trying to copy a skill from a cartoon called The Fantastic Four, where a character nicknamed the Human Torch, real name Johnny Storm, could also control fire in various ways. Johnny's abilities were different than his own, or at least he used them differently, but that was what Harry wanted to fix. Johnny could cover his body in fire and fly, propelling his own body. Harry wished to copy this feat, but had achieved little success. He could encase his arm up to the elbow in fire, but much further seemed to be extremely difficult if not outright beyond his capabilities at the moment. Despite the slow going progress, Harry refused to give up just yet. While he had no qualms about not being able to relax and have a vacation like a normal person, he did hate that it was impossible for him to relax and train at the same time. It was a non-magical beach, so he still needed to follow the restrictions set in place by the Statute.
Before he could try and think of an area to train in that was both not flammable (ruling out the cabin) and away from Muggles, ruling out a good 95% of the area, he heard someone come in. He turned towards his door, only for it to swing open. "Hi Mel." Harry greeted, a bit uncomfortable. While partially accustomed to being naked around the Grangers, his libido was still through the roof and the last thing he needed was to get an eyeful of one of his closest friends who happened to be a very cute girl. He tried to ignore it. "So what are you doing here, I thought you wouldn't be back for a while?"
"I came to see if you're alright. I, I mean we were worried, you seemed really distracted earlier. So are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just… restless." Harry explained to his friend and Apprentice. "So I thought I would find somewhere to train."
"Can I come with you, Master?" Melody requested as she slipped into her Apprentice persona. "Being around so much water's made me feel antsy, a good venting sounds perfect."
Before Harry could respond his lower bits decided for him. The second Melody called him 'Master' his cock sprang up, twitching needily like it would if he neglected masturbaing for weeks. Or he assumed at least, since Emma's introducing it to him happened only a week prior. "I'll, uh, be right back." Harry muttered awkwardly as he turned, prepared to march into his bathroom and jerk himself off yet again.
"I can take care of that for you." Melody blurted mindlessly, cutting off his retreat, only for her eyes to shoot open and her face to turn a burning scarlet. 'DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?!' She screamed in her head.
Harry was shocked as he heard that, but at the same time his cock grew even harder at the thought. Melody's face reddened even more as she heard her friend and Master say, "Do you know how to?"
"Y-Yes I do." said Melody, "My mother explained it to us when we asked about different kinds of sexual acts." Harry looked shocked Emma would go into such detail when his own Talk was pretty sparse, "My parent don't like the idea of us knowing such things at such a young age, but they believe that being forewarned is forearmed. We've always been very curious girls though, so I don't think we gave them a choice about it either…" Melody admitted.
Harry was suddenly very grateful the Grangers were such intelligent people. Melody knowing what to do and being fully willing to help was possibly exactly what he needed. It was pretty obvious taking matters into his own hands was largely pointless considering how ineffective it was. "If you know what you're doing, I won't stop you from helping me." Part of him suspected it was a bluff that he had just called her on.
Lime Begins: Skip if you're underage or not into this kind of thing!
That part was promptly proven dead wrong as Melody knelt in front of him and as she got a closer look at his cock.
"Wow Master, you're almost the same size as Daddy and you're not even an adult." She said in awe, smirking when she saw his cock twitch at her calling him Master. Seeing that he was letting her do what she wanted, she began to stroke his cock. As she did so, she realized this was much better than using bananas to learn on.
As she stroked her Master's cock she felt it jump a few times in her hand. Harry felt a pleased grin form on his face, "Ahh, that feels wonderful." He moaned.
"I'm just warming up, my Master." Melody said as she continued to stroke his cock.
After a few moments, she saw what she believed to be pre-cum. Seeing it start to leak from the slit and drool down his shaft she put her head near his cock and began to lick it. It was a bit salty, the unique flavour a new experience to her, but all in all she liked it. When all the pre-cum had been licked clean she decided to continue licking his cock as she mused about the differences between practice and application.
The real thing was almost nothing like doing it on a banana; it was much better. Before long she thought to try another new experience and dipped her head down, taking several inches of his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.
Harry groaned throatily as Melody started inhaling his shaft. It felt wonderful, like nothing he had ever experienced before. Feeling Melody sucking on him spurred on his imagination, picturing Hermione, Emma, his female friends from school, Apolline and even Gabrielle in Melody's position. Before he could think about what he was doing, his hands laid themselves atop her head and began to guide her up and down at a pace twice as fast as the one she set for herself.
Because of his age, it only took Harry a few minutes before he came into Melody's mouth without warning. Melody gagged at the sudden rapid fire spurts, but began swallowing as much as she could. Normally a girl would pull out to breathe, but Melody wanted to take every bit of her Master's cum that she could. A normal eleven year old would think it strange and wrong to call her friend Master, but for some reason she was okay with it. In fact, it made her aroused and happy. Up until now, the moniker was just something fun that they had between them, but now it was something more to her, she would have to think about it later.
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A minute or two later once Harry stopped cumming and Melody felt he was sufficiently cleaned by her tongue, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, and for the first time since it all started Harry felt relieved and content, more so than after masturbating by himself. He needed to set some rules though; it may have been a pretty big turn on to have Melody call him Master, but he didn't want her to call him that all the time. He promised himself he would have a talk with her about it later.
As Harry pulled his cock from her mouth, Melody waddled back a few steps, still on her knees in front of him with a smile. "That was wonderful Master, it was a great first time. I'd love to do more, show you what I learned from mum. I know a lot and would love to show you what I can do." There was a lustful look in Melody's eyes as she ran her hand down her body and across her pussy.
Harry blushed at the thought, part of him wanted to take things further, but a bigger part, the part that thought with his brain and not his penis, said not to. Melody was the sister of his best friend Hermione, and the daughter of the Grangers, the people that took him in and even brought him along on his first ever holiday. He was feeling guilty for what happened, and felt as if a great disservice had been done to them. But, he hated the idea that Melody might feel unwanted, so he said, "Not right now Melody, we don't know when your sister and parents will be back. What do you think they would do if they saw us?"
As much as she hated to admit it, her Master was right. Her family would… well she did not know how they would react, but it would likely be poorly. With a sigh she said, "I understand Master, what do you want to do?"
"Well we should clean up and then we should find somewhere to train." Harry decided with an eager smile.
"Sure Master." Melody agreed as she got up and both of them went to the bathroom to clean up. About ten minutes later the two preteens were cleaned and heading out somewhere to train.
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1st of August:
It'd been over two weeks since Harry and Melody had their fun, since then the friendship between the two of them changed. Harry did talk to Melody about her calling him Master like she did, or at least he tried to…
Whenever he tried to talk to her about it she would call him Master anyway and start licking and sucking on his cock.
The only way he could see getting through to her was talking to her about it in public, where it would be hard to blow him off and proceed to blow him. But that was incredibly unfeasible, and after a few tries he gave up. Not only because it seemed useless, but because he was starting to enjoy what she was doing to him and liked being called Master during their time together. So their training sessions usually ended with the preteens wrapped around each other once they were done. Melody would usually pounce on him and inhale him while Harry was steadily learning how to give cunninglingus after Melody had explained it to him when he asked how he could return the favour for what she was doing. Neither of them had brought up taking things further, as both were satisfied with how things were at the moment.
It reached outside their training sessions, too. Melody, like her sister, was an incredibly early riser, so more often than not Harry would wake up to Melody suckling on him. Harry had told her he was fine with her just shaking his shoulder to awaken him, but she insisted her way was better. Harry really couldn't argue with that kind of logic. His only real concern was that they would get caught, but his fears were forgotten each time Melody woke him up like that. He wasn't going to stop unless they had to.
Apart for the new sexual aspects of his life not much changed; Harry, Melody and Hermione would train in their magic - Hermione was shocked to find that that in France - apart from making sure no Muggles saw them doing magic - they did not have an Age Restriction when it came to performing magic. She quickly got over this shock and was soon performing magic casually, much to her parents amazement, and enjoyed learning new magic that being back in England would have prevented. They were even able to show the adult Grangers what they could do with their wands. The two older children were taken off guard by how impressed the Grangers were at the simplest of spells, but admitted to growing so accustomed to basic magic that novelty had worn off.
Talking about magic and training, over the last few weeks Harry and the girls started to do their Force training. From what they'd read, most of the Force Skills involved meditation to Master these skills. So with that in mind, with the help of Harry who already knew about the how to's, started to meditate. To help them more, and get better at it, Harry bought books on meditating.
So far their training had been less than productive. They had started off with the Mind Trick skill, since the sheer utility and usefulness of the skill was unfathomable. Sadly, at the moment, the skill appeared to work only for Harry and only when he was extremely nervous or agitated, and even then the best he could do were mild in effect. Having a man walk in on Melody sucking him off only to glance away as if there was nothing be seen made them aware it could be done, but duplicating the effect was stubbornly difficult.
They had also began working on deciphering the mechanics of the Shadow Clone Jutsu, whose benefits they had already discussed. The truth was though they had no idea where to even begin to replicate the technique. They hadn't attended the Ninja Academy, so they didn't know how to use ninja hand signs, and they didn't have chakra, though they were sure magic could work in it's place. So they just started from scratch; the three spent hours visualizing a second body trying to force their magic into the visualization. In the end though, their efforts amounted to little more than many hours spent meditating. Granted, they came away with their minds feeling much clearer and more relaxed. This led to Harry being able to have fire now encircle his arm half way up his biceps, a marked improvement from his earlier efforts.
When the trio needed a break from training or playing on the beach, they spent time with the adult Grangers. As Dan had commented, going to a foreign land and refusing to sightsee was a huge waste of potential fun, so that took up much of their time. They went on a drive looking for areas of interest, there was no set areas they wanted to go to, Dan said it was just fun driving to see what they could find. They did spent a weekend in Paris, and visited Rue de Lumière again, where they got some new robes so it would be one less thing to but when they got back to England. After some debate they also decided to pick up a rechargeable, reusable Portkey back to Rue de Lumière. Dan was against the idea because he wanted to drive back, enjoying the experience, but he folded quickly due to being so outnumbered, and because it was just more convenient.
August first quickly approached, and Harry could be found relaxing on a towel at the beach, catching some sun and hoping to get at least the start of a tan. Damn his English skin. He glanced around, amazed at how empty the beach was. He could only see a handful of people, all of whom were women taking naps or relaxing with a book while they tanned, the closest about fifty yards away from him. The place was basically deserted.
The Grangers were having lunch at some restaurant nearby. Harry had declined going, as he wanted to let the Grangers have some family time. He would never voice this of course, because they would deny the need for it and assure him he was not intruding. That was still how he felt though, so he was being a little sneaky about his desire to let them spend some time together. It was the rare occasion that he could completely let go and relax.
Harry musings ground to a halt as he felt a wave of arousal slam into him like a tidal wave. His cock was instantly standing straight, pulsing with blood, and his breath came in short, hot pants as he looked around wildly. It was the little French girl again, it had to be. The feeling was exactly the same as before, but even more intense.
He quickly spotted the silvery-blonde hair of Gabrielle Delacour. She made no attempt to hide, standing boldly right in the middle of the entrance to the changing area; a concrete structure built like a small spiral for those self conscious about taking their clothes off in front of everyone, as silly as that concept was considering where they were. Gabrielle sent him a mischievous smile and ducked inside the structure, her long hair flaring out as she turned on her heel, acting like a red flag to Harry's bull.
His mind fogged over and his hormones demanding he take action, he climbed to his feet. Harry almost drunkenly stumbled after the girl, his shorts left behind as he made his way towards the changing station, his erection leading the way. If the beach had been anything but deserted, he would likely get in trouble for this, but Harry was personally long past caring.
Once inside the concrete structure the seeming loss of higher brain function made itself aware as he stumbled and hit into the walls. He was making his way inside, but he scraped up his shoulders more than once before he finally reached the centre.
His prize was an incredibly eager looking Gabrielle Delacour, her hands placed against the wall in front of her, her legs spread and her back arched, her tiny pussy on full display.
Outside the structure Apolline Delacour sighed as she marched towards where she felt the Tracking Charms placed on a few of her daughter's hairs resonating from. She did this just in case Gabrielle tried to lose her again, like she did a few days ago. As she followed the Charm she cursed herself for not thinking things through; she knew it was a bad idea to give her daughter the Veela version of The Talk while Harry and the people he was vacationing with were still at the camp. She knew she should have waited until they left at least.
The girl had gotten it into her head she would give herself to her storybook hero and be together forever. Appoline partially agreed with the plan, at least in theory. Gabrielle was a Veela and if she felt that strongly for Harry it was probably meant to be. Plus the boy had already shown signs of heavy resistance to the Allure, which could one day evolve into a full immunity.
The problem was the plan was doomed to fail. Harry seemed to have the usual human hang-ups about sex, albeit not as strong as most from her observations of his expression and demeanour in their first meeting - he was confused and embarrassed, but mortification had been an incredibly distant third. Gabrielle knew this because Apolline had tried to talk the girl out of it, to tell her she should wait a few years before searching him out again, since the only way to get over these hangups at the moment was to throw so much of her Allure at him that he would be unable to think straight for long enough to remember what he was doing was 'immoral'. That level of power need to overcome Harry's high resistance was too much for even Gabrielle to create, and Apolline said as much to her daughter.
The woman really should have known better. Fleur would have been much easier to dissuade from such a foolish course. Apolline just wished Gabrielle would be a bit more like her older sister, because the next thing she knew her incredibly determined looking daughter was marching towards the beach.
One stealthy X-Ray Charm on the changing station keyed to herself and Apolline could see exactly what was happening inside. She was torn over what she saw, really. On one hand her daughter had actually managed it, and rightfully deserved her prize. On the other hand, the chance Harry, being an eleven year old boy, would see this as anything but pleasure with no strings attached was incredibly high, meaning heartache for Gabrielle.
She sighed and decided she needed to let things play out. Throwing up an Anti-Muggle Ward and a powerful Notice-Me-Not Ward in case any Magicals were around onto the changing station, combined with a Sound Proofing Charm to make sure no sound escaped, Apolline conjured a beach towel and laid down; no sense in letting this opportunity go to waste.
Back inside Gabrielle was encountering problems with her "fool-proof" plan. The height difference was making things complicated.
Emma had actually got around to finishing the birds and the bees talk with Harry, explaining everything in a more complete fashion. It was somewhat embarrassing for Harry, but by the end of it he knew full well what to do. So Harry no longer lacked the knowledge of how to have sex, it was just that in his current state he wanted pleasure now.
Lime Begins: Skip if you're underage or not into this kind of thing!
As it turned out, Harry was taller than Gabrielle by a good deal, something the young girl cursed her petite figure for. She had always been small, and because of it her pussy was not the closest orifice to his cock; her mouth was. Needless to say, Gabrielle fervently wished that she was taller.
Although Gabrielle wanted to be fucked like a real woman, Harry had other ideas. All he wanted right now was the pleasure and release, caring very little where it came from, or if it hurt his partner. So, grabbing the young girls hair he pulled her back and lined her up to fuck her mouth.
As he did this, Gabrielle's feelings were mixed as she felt Harry mindlessly grind his length against her cheek, moaning at the silky smooth skin before he pulled back and pushed the head against her lips insistently. Part of her wanted to feel the head of his penis pushing at her labia, but instead she found said penis at her mouth trying to enter it. She wished to change this, but Harry was several years older and a good deal physically stronger than her. Plus, the only weapon she had in this situation was exactly the reason he was so aroused. She could, of course, kick or strike him in some fashion, but she would never do that to her crush.
However, the young girl was denied any choice in the matter, when Harry felt the girl's lips part, most likely to speak, or lick his shaft, he shoved himself inside her mouth. Not enough to make the impulsive girl gag - knowing where that spot was from accidents with Melody - but his grip on her head and his fingers entangled in her hair were a pretty good indicator that his cock would not be going anywhere any time soon as Harry started to fuck Gabrielle's mouth.
Despite the situation being what most would consider unfavourable, Gabrielle did not offer any resistance. In fact, she did the opposite, shifting until she was in a better position for him to thrust into her mouth as she worked her tongue and lips, trying to bring as much pleasure as possible.
With the state Harry was in, he quickly reached release. Soon enough with a half-feral grunt he came, shoving his cock into Gabrielle's throat with no regard for her at all. His cock stiffened and thickened slightly before a flood of semen started pouring directly into the little blonde's stomach. A distant part of him was ecstatic at how great the blonde's mouth felt. She may have been young, but she seemed to be even better at what she was doing than Melody.
In truth the little Veela was just following her instincts, puttering her entire focus on making him feel good. It paid off, too, as Gabrielle moaned erotically, a sound no six year old should have any business making, made even more erotic as she still had a mouthful of Harry's manhood, muffling the sound. She felt her body tingle as she felt the magic within his seed start to course through her. A human girl would have been choking and gagging, but she was a Veela and could control her gag reflex. She still needed air, obviously, but it was a simple matter to suppress her body's desire to pull herself away from him until he was done.
Gabrielle did eventually pull back once Harry's orgasm had ended, her belly nice and warm, taking greedy, solid gulps of air for the first time in several minutes. She tried to reposition herself so she could finally give herself fully to her hero, but Harry only saw her moving, specifically her wonderful mouth moving somewhere that was not right back on his cock and reacted. She let out a yelp as the older boy tugged her hair once again, pulling her head back down onto his cock as he slipped back into her mouth, continuing his selfish thrusting pace like nothing happened.
Gabrielle pouted up at him, but continued to please him to the best of her abilities. Her mother had told her that getting her hopes up was simply waiting for disappointment, and that men tended to go limp after one orgasm, but Gabrielle had insisted her hero would be virile enough to keep going no matter what she did. Just went to show how much of a genius she was! She would have laughed triumphantly, but her throat was currently already in use.
The little Veela settled in for a wait. Harry would grow tired of her throat and want more soon enough, she would just need to wait until then.
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Apolline raised an immaculate eyebrow as she lifted her head up and looked at the changing station. She had been sunbathing for almost an hour now, and neither of the two had left yet. Frankly she was wondering if the last Potter had cum and passed out from the strength of it, Gabrielle deciding to stay with him to take credit for it in person when he was himself. She knew that any normal mother would have rushed into the changing room and possibly beaten Harry bloody, but she was a Veela, and as such a mother and daughter of a Veela, so her way of doing things was obviously going to be different than a humans. Veela were a sexual race, ready for sex at an incredibly young age. Around six to seven years old, on average. Most dreaded when the Allure would kick in, since it was such a huge change and put the girls in danger. The Allure began at six to seven due to their race's history, but right now that was irrelevant. Orphaned Veela had little hope of being used as anything but toys once this kicked in, unlike those with families to protect them. Even Veela adopted by humans were at risk, even the most protective father would force himself on his adopted daughter if she was strong enough, or he susceptible enough.
She would have checked on them before, but she knew this was a private thing for the two of them and so she let them be. But now she was a bit worried, so she prepared to throw up another X-Ray Charm to see if everything was okay. It turned out to be unneeded as an exhausted looking Harry Potter quickly fled from the building, his flaccid penis visibly shiny as he hurriedly made his way over to his towel and shorts and threw on the latter before grabbing the former and retreating back to, Apolline assumed at least, his cabin.
Banishing her own supplies after checking to make sure the coast was clear the mother of two made her way towards the changing station. Her youngest met her halfway, the girl stumbling as she walked. Appoline was almost amused at the state of her daughter; her belly was visibly bloated and her lower face and chest were covered in cum and saliva.
"So full…" The girl moaned.
"So it went well then?" Appoline asked her daughter with a raised eyebrow.
Gabrielle's cloudy eyes focused slightly as she pouted. "He was so forceful maman, he wouldn't let me get into position! He kept taking my mouth over and over! It's not fair!" She exclaimed in minor frustration, not truly angry as she rubbed her belly happily.
Apolline laughed at her daughter's plight. She had to give her offspring credit, her plan had mostly worked, but needing to arouse him so far just to overcome his resistance resulted in him manhandling her before she could get control of things. "Learn from this, my little angel, not everything you want will go to plan. I'm sure your next plan will be successful. Unless you're going to give up?" She challenged with a small smile.
Gabrielle puffed out her dirty chest. "Never! I will keep trying again and again until we're together forever!" She declared firmly, meaning every word.
Apolline was glad her daughter's words did not trigger a Magical Vow, but simply a physical show of her resolve; the result of making a decision and meaning it. Still, there was no telling if the two would meet again, so it was possible the promise to herself was harmless. She hoped that her daughter would forget about all this, but she knew that it was very unlikely. 'Well… at least Sebastian will have plenty of time to prepare his 'scary father' routine now that he knows who he's going to be using it on.' She thought to herself amused, as she knew that her daughter was far too proactive to fail, and would not stop until she was with Harry in some fashion, come hell or high water.
Rolling her eyes as her daughter started massaging the mess on her chest and mouth around, giggling like a human girl her age was supposed to act as she did so, Apolline used a Cleaning Charm to clear away the leftovers.
Gabrielle pouted mightily, her toy getting cleaned from her instantly. She was still enjoying that!
"Come along Gabrielle, you've had your fun, I'm sure you can ambush Monsieur Potter at a later date, but we need to get back to the manor." She said as she grabbed her daughters hand and lead the unresisting girl away. She sighed as Gabrielle began chattering at a lightning fast speed, planning her next romantic meeting with her crush.
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Only once Harry had returned to the cabin and slumped onto his bed did he finally relax and allow himself to calm down and think. What happened was not illegal, in the strictest sense, and now that he was thinking clearly he could very plainly see the girl, Gabrielle, had planned what happened to him, or at at least partially. He had no idea why this was. He could understand it if she was older, he could guess she was a "Boy-Who-Lived" fangirl, but what sort of six year old, no matter their race, decided to throw themselves at him like that?
He really needed to get back to Hogwarts and its incredibly useful library, or hopefully get a book from Rue de Lumière that could explain about Veela.
Potential guilt and mental blue screen averted, Harry made the decision to just avoid Gabrielle in the future. He also wished to avoid whatever it is Gabrielle had done to him. He disliked not being in control of himself. Not to mention he could accidentally force himself on Hermione, Mel, or Emma if he was in such a state and not care until it was over and done with. There was no way he could tell anyone; he knew he would take the blame for the whole thing anyway.
Still, despite the… odd events that were happening, Harry was sad to note that the vacation was coming to an end.
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1st of September:
A month later, Mel, Hermione and Harry were at the Grangers waiting to leave for the Kings Cross Station. The last month had been a slow one. The trio trained to fill some their time - Harry and Melody doing some 'special' training just like they had been before - but they mostly just relaxed at the camp and beach, sightseeing occasionally. Gabrielle had reappeared a number of times, but whatever the girl did before seemed to affect him less now. He was driven up the wall with arousal, something Melody could attest to, but he stayed in control unlike before whenever Gabrielle appeared. With whatever she did to him having less effect on him now, she never had a chance to be as forward as before. She became nothing more than a reappearing annoyance at worst and a useful tool for Melody because it all but forced Harry to seek her out for relief at best.
They did go to Rue de Lumière a few more times using the Portkey, which Harry insisted on charging due to the magic required, and during one of those times Harry tried to look for books on Veela. Unfortunately, there were no books that were solely focused on Veela. A number of books touched on the subject, but all Harry could find out was that the Veela had been in isolation for centuries, possibly millennia but nobody really knew, before revealing themselves a relatively short time ago.
They returned to England on the 23rd of August. A day after they returned they got their Hogwarts Letter, it was a few days later before they went to Diagon Alley, as they first arranged to meet up with Harry and Hermione's friends so they could go school shopping together.
When they meet up introductions were made for Melody before they talked about the summer, the main subject being Gilderoy Lockhart. The boys laughed at what Harry did to him while the girls, apart from Hermione and Melody, looked disapprovingly at him. That is, until they heard about what Harry found out about Lockhart. Then the girls were shocked and horrified, vowing to keep an eye on the man. Hermione and Melody backing Harry up helped a great deal in the girls believing him, and Harry made sure to thank them discreetly.
The Weasley Twins recalled their own meeting with the blonde celebrity and claimed the man did seem a bit cautious of people touching him, even jumping a few times when his hand was suddenly grabbed for a handshake. They also delighted in re-enacting the fight their father had with Malfoy Senior, complete with exaggerated characteristics and a slapstick filled fight.
After the meeting Harry and Hermione's friends, the three had a worry-free week, spent having fun in the pool and relaxing. Before they knew it, it was the morning of the 1st of September, where they all got up early to get ready for Hogwarts.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note: Here's the next chapter of Vulcan, I thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. Please let me know what you think of the story, as I would like to know what you think of it…
Once again you'll notice the reference of another show that wasn't out in 1992, as far as I can tell, this time it's Naruto. This is so I can use some of their powers for this story.
If the locations in French dialogue be wrong incorrect, blame the site that I used for it: .
I keep meaning to say, I'm thinking about having Harry have the Animagus form of a Dire Wolf, let me know what you think. I would also like to ask for ideas for Animagus Forms for the rest of the Outcasts apart from Mel, Hermione, Cho and Su Li, as they have their own forms already, or will have them at some point in a set future event, respectively.