"His Hidden Heart" by Sure As Elle
Chapter Four: Gabrielle
Note: As you can maybe guess by the title, sex scene in this one involving Gabrielle DeLacour. And her sister, and Luna, and Harry. A foursome.
On Sunday morning, Harry's stomach felt like lead, and he felt more nervous than he had for either of the two Tasks. He had to focus on his breathing to calm himself down, it wouldn't do to get anyone's suspicions up. Luckily, he seemed to have succeeded, as nobody paid more attention to him than they normally did, all day long.
Still, lunch and dinner were difficult. He forced himself to eat, even though he rather felt the food should be going out rather than in, and everything tasted like cardboard. He was annoyed at himself for these nerves; this was almost as bad as the first task, his nerves, which was ridiculous. He was just going to... bring Fleur and her little sister Gabrielle into the castle... where Moody could see with his weird eye.
Harry stopped eating then, feeling sick. Yes, the mad old Auror had said he wasn't going to tell anyone, but the man gave him the creeps, and it was bad enough he knew as much as he did about Harry, Luna, and Gloria, without adding Gabrielle to it. After all, if that eye could see through invisibility cloaks, who knew if Disillusionments would help?
What was more, now he thought about it, the creepy man probably thought they and Gloria had done something sexual in the Room of Requirement. That didn't sit well with him at all. At least he knew Moody's eye couldn't see into the Room of Requirement, which was a relief.
After dinner, he and Luna went over to their old unused classroom. Soon, they heard a pair of voices whisper at them; one was Fleur, and one sounded much the same but much younger.
"'arry?" Fleur whispered. "We are 'ere. Where eez eet we are going from 'ere?"
Harry didn't speak; he just nodded and made a small gesture to follow them.
"I sink zey want us to follow zem, Gabrielle," they heard her say as they walked arm-in-arm toward the seventh-floor corridor. The whole way up there, they occasionally heard slight whispers and giggles from the two French girls.
When they got to the right spot, they looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then whispered, "Stay here" to Fleur and Gabrielle, as they walked back and forth three times to open the Room of Requirement.
Harry held the door open for Luna and the other girls, then when Luna nodded at him from inside, he followed and closed the door and locked it. The first thing he saw when he turned around was Fleur undoing the Disillusionment Charms on herself and her sister.
Fleur was wearing her school uniform, of course, but Gabrielle was wearing light blue casual robes that matched her eyes perfectly. Harry barely noticed Fleur, but his eyes went right to Gabrielle. She was a bit impossibly beautiful, like her sister, but her youth made it more interesting. The silvery, glittery hair they shared sparkled even in this light, and drew his eye. She caught him eyeing her up and down lustily, and giggled, fluttering her eyelashes. Then she noticed that Luna was looking too, and she actually blushed at the attention.
Perhaps feeling a little left out, Fleur said, "'arry?"
"Yes?" he asked, turning to look at her just as she turned her Veela charm on maximum, her hair flung about. He jerked a little, but otherwise didn't react. She looked disappointed.
"Luna, I think 'arry is immune to my Veela charms."
"Well that would make sense. I think he only likes sex with me because we have an emotional connection."
"Does this mean you are not going to be enjoying sex wis me, 'arry?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. Wish I could tell you. But I'll give it a try."
"Don't worry, Fleur," Luna said, "I'll help you with him if you need me to."
"'arry?" This time, the voice was Gabrielle's. "I want to try somesing."
"Yes?" He turned to face her.
She turned her own Veela charm on full, and this time Harry's cock got instantly hard and he ejaculated in his underwear. Getting down on one knee, he took her hand and kissed it, and began talking with a smitten voice. He got as far as "Hello, beautiful; I'm the Boy That Lived. I-" before stopping, blinking, and shaking his head.
He looked up, and everyone – Harry included – had a good laugh about it. He got back up and brushed himself off, his face turning red.
"Well," said Fleur, "zat is very interesting indeed. No reaction to me, but one 'eck of a reaction to Gabrielle. I also noticed Luna was moving toward my seester as well."
Harry grinned at Luna, who turned red but looked as nonchalant as ever, otherwise. "I don't think you noticed," Luna said, "but I reacted to both their charms, myself. I remember finding myself several feet closer to her after she tried to get Harry."
"Your girlfriend 'as excellent taste, 'arry," Fleur said, giggling.
Luna grinned and ran two fingers along Fleur's chin, lightly. "I'll bet you both have excellent taste, too."
Fleur blushed. Harry felt his cock harden. Watching his girlfriend behave so seductively toward another girl did for him what Fleur alone didn't. Of course...
"There's part of the experiment you've missed, Fleur," he said.
"Zare... zare eez?" she still looked distracted by Luna's seduction.
"Yes. We're all still fully clothed."
"Oooh, yes, 'arry, you are right about zat. So, 'ow will we do zees?"
"I don't know about Harry," Luna said, "but I'm curious about the relationship between the two of you. Very, very curious."
Fleur and her sister giggled at each other, holding hands. "Yes," Gabrielle said, "what Fleur said eez right. We Veela need sex, and we provide eet for each uzzer."
Pulling her sister onto the bed the Room had provided, they sat there, looking at each other intensely and lovingly for what felt like a very long time, as the energy between them built up, and their faces drifted toward one another into a slow, romantic kiss.
Harry and Luna sat down in shock onto a second bed that had manifested just before they sat on it, and watched the two girls kiss. As the long kiss continued, Luna put her hand on Harry's crotch and began to rub his cock under his clothes. Harry returned the favor. A minute later, Luna noticed and pulled her robes and underclothes off, to give Harry better access.
Gabrielle almost pulled out of the kiss when she noticed Luna sitting there nude. She'd never seen another girl naked, other than her older sister. But Fleur got her attention back on the kiss with expertise. Gabby got up on her knees and straddled her sister's lap as the kiss continued, the two girls grinding their sexes together through their robes.
When they finally pulled out of their kiss, they looked at one another, their minds working in similar ways until they came to the same idea. Grinning, Fleur stood her sister up on her feet, getting up as well, and the two began to dance with one another as Harry and Luna watched. The dance was simple and elegant; Fleur was leading, and she dipped her sister down and back up with flourish, kissing her on the odd dip.
Continuing the dance, it got subtly more sexual, their bodies pressed against one another more closely, their hands feeling one another up, occasionally lifting up robe to expose sun-kissed legs. Harry was most excited by Gabrielle's legs, which had silvery blond hair on them so light and downy that it looked almost invisible.
It wasn't exactly easy to striptease with robes, normally, but in this case they seemed to have planned ahead. In one of their dance moves, Gabby lifted her arms and Fleur pulled her sister's robes off, but the young girl had on a white blouse and blue short pants underneath. The blouse was sheer enough to see her puffy little nipples through the material, but opaque enough to be very teasing. The shorts were also very tight, highlighting her amazing butt, and revealing a camel-toe in front. The young girl did not appear to be wearing anything under the blouse and shorts.
Harry tore his own clothes off at this point, so Luna could stroke his cock. She, too, was nude and Harry was fingering her clitoris as she watched along with him, the spectacle keeping her pussy wet.
As they continued their dance, Fleur's uniform robe came off and was laid elegantly onto an end table. The older girl was wearing the same thing as her sister, in a bigger size. She turned her charm on briefly, and both Harry and Luna ended up in a heap on the floor as they reacted to it. Fleur giggled at this, glad to see she was getting a reaction at last, and they kept up their dance, doing nothing else especially interesting until they noticed Harry and Luna were seated on the other bed again.
At this, Fleur dipped Gabby again, and began kissing her starting from the young girl's collarbone, up her neck, to her lips, where they snogged with tongue. They sat down on their own bed, continuing the snog, Gabrielle straddling her sister again. Fleur's hands were all over Gabrielle's butt, sliding fingers under the waistband of the shorts, sneaking them down so their audience could see Gabrielle's tailbone and a little bit of bum crack. Then her hands wandered back up her sister's back and began slowly hiking the blouse up, exposing more and more of the young girl's back.
Harry struggled to keep himself from ejaculating again as he watched. Luna, too, was struggling, but they were helping one another by sensing when to pause. Still, they both nearly lost control when Fleur suddenly pulled Gabby's blouse, and ran her hands up the 8 year old's belly and chest, rubbing the little puffy nipples with her thumbs in slow circles, while the younger girl's head craned backward in obvious pleasure, a blissful look on her face.
As Fleur continued rubbing Gabrielle's nipples, Gabby ran her own hands up under her sister's blouse to return the favor. Something about being unable to see it in explicit detail got Harry and Luna even more excited.
Fleur took a moment to pull her blouse off, giving Gabrielle a significant look. Gabrielle grinned, and leaned forward, taking one of her sister's nipples into her mouth, sucking it with skill and pleasure, giving Fleur her own blissful expression. She twisted the other nipple gently in her hand, making it very hard.
Then, without warning, they pulled apart. Gabrielle stood up and began dancing solo for Harry and Luna, whose eyes jumped around from her small nipples to her boyish hips, to her lovely young face, and around again. She danced with a ballerina's grace, and with a seductive yet still somewhat innocent vibe, slowly gyrating her hips and running her hands along her body. On one trip down her body, her hands rolled her shorts down enough that they could see the top part of her pussy mound, turning her charm on just a little bit, to enhance the experience.
She grabbed Luna's hands and pulled her up. Luna stood there nude, her face red, as Gabrielle used the older girl a little like a stripper pole. Her shorts finally came off, slowly at first, then all at once, where she kicked them away. Now she, too, was completely nude. Harry's eyes went wide with desire at the hairless young pussy, though a part of him noted with fascination the differences between it and Luna's. Luna's pussy had labia lips coming out of them, like flower petals. This one didn't have that yet, as Gabrielle was too young for hers to have blossomed out from within her cunt. Just like Luna's had the other day, with the de-aging potion, though he hadn't really noticed before.
She continued dancing against Luna for a few minutes before grabbing Luna's shoulders and using them to pull herself up, wrapping her legs around Luna's waist, and laying her head on Luna's shoulder in such a way that her silvery-blond hair flowed down Luna's front, over her breasts.
Jumping off without warning, Gabrielle left a very horny Luna standing there to stew in her own juices as she went over to Harry and straddled his lap, pushing her pussy against his cock before leaning forward and kissing him, her arms around his neck, making his cock get even stiffer than it had already been.
As she kissed him, he let his hands wander down to her butt. Her skin felt as amazing under his hands as Gloria's had, though obviously he could go places with her he couldn't with Gloria, and he nearly melted at the sensation of her firm young arse in his grip. He massaged it with his thumbs as they kissed. How long he did this before she began using her legs to rub her hairless vulva against his stiff, aching rod, he didn't know.
Though it was hard to think with what she was doing to his cock, one thing suddenly hit him: this was real. This wasn't Luna using a de-aging potion, this was a real little girl, eight years old, her mind actually matching her body. What was more, she was enthusiastically willing to have sex with him. In that moment, he decided to give her as much value from the experience as he could.
She pulled out of their latest kiss, and stopped rubbing against his cock. He was disappointed, though he kept his cock up from the combo of the fact she was still sitting naked with her crotch against his, and the fact that – as he could see over her shoulder – Luna and Fleur were getting along very well with one another in the other bed.
Gabrielle hadn't stopped for nothing, though; she sighed at him, smiling, then asked, with surprising shyness, "Um... would you please let me put your willy inside of my pussy?"
"Yes, please!" he responded immediately.
She giggled, and looked down to figure out how to do it. At the sight of her confused thoughtfulness, he took matters into his own hands, quite literally, and guided his stiff rod into her pussy.
Since she was only eight years old, and he was fourteen, it was a snug fit. But as with Luna the other day, it wasn't too bad. Her face did redden slightly, but the rapturous expression on it as he penetrated her spoke of her true feelings on the matter. Again, she used her legs to help things along, so that the shaft of his cock slid against her clit as it went in and out of her little cunt.
Gabrielle was getting very much into the spirit of things, her eyes closed and biting her lips, leaning forward into him to get the best angle to rub her clit against his cock as he fucked her. It was, in fact, a little difficult now to stay sitting up as he had been, but the Room provided some sort of soft but firm surface – what precisely, he didn't know – for him to lean against, so he could concentrate on what Gabrielle was doing to him, which was goddamn amazing. He felt himself cum inside her and stay hard. This experience was so amazing to him, he was more thankful than ever for being uncut.
Paying no attention to him coming inside her, Gabrielle just kept on rubbing her clit against his cock while it was inside her pussy. It made him feel more like she was fucking him, rather than the other way around, but he was loving it, so he didn't complain. She was the little girl here, and as far as he was concerned, she could take charge as much as she wanted to. He even had a sudden image in his mind of Gabrielle wearing a dominatrix suit and domming him. This unexpected image made him come again with a surge of arousal. Gabrielle, however, was still too busy getting herself off to notice he was shooting her insides full of his seed.
"Baise-moi plus fort! Plus fort! Oh mon Dieu oui..."
Judging by the increasing speed of her thrusts and of her pants of breath, she was getting closer to coming. When she wasn't breathing hard, she was muttering in French. He decided to help her out by licking his thumbs and then rubbing her nipples. This seemed to be working for her, because she sped up again, and her hands clutched his shoulders so hard that her fingernails were digging into his skin.
"Putain oui! Putain oui! Oh oui! OUI! OUI! Mon... Dieu, mon Dieu, MON DIEU!" her shout degrading into a ragged scream of ecstasy as her body shook with orgasm.
Harry was astounded when Gabrielle – instead of collapsing in exhaustion – came off of Harry and put his dripping cock into her mouth, sucking like a champion. He was getting very near exhaustion at this point, but the young Veela girl was just getting her second wind. In fact, she was literally glowing, and not with a sheen of sweat.
Before he could start to object too strenuously to her sucking him off, Fleur pulled her off him.
"Now now, Gabrielle, we should not fuck poor 'arry to death."
"Awww," she said, "I want to taste his semen! Zere eez a bunch of it up inside of me, but I cannot get at zat."
"Next time, Gabrielle. Let ze poor boy recovair."
"Next... time?" Harry said quietly, dazed, as he lay there recovering.
"Oui, next time. I do not know when it will be, but you 'ad fun, no?"
"Yes."
"And Luna 'ad fun, as well."
Harry sat up a little to look at Luna, who was being escorted, practically boneless with pleasure, over to Harry's bed, where all four of them got into an after-sex cuddle party. Which didn't last nearly as long as Harry wanted to, because it was already past curfew.
When they got up, they got their clothes on, and Fleur Disillusioned herself and her sister. Harry watched them leave the castle and go into the Beauxbatons carriage by watching the Marauder's map. He then watched Luna go back to her own dorm, before getting under the invisibility cloak and making his way back to Griffindor tower. This time, neither Ron nor Hermione were in the common room; everyone was in bed. Gratefully, he went to bed and drifted into happy dreams of Gabrielle.
On the Friday before their Hogsmeade weekend in March, Harry got a letter from Sirius that said only "Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can."
"He's come back?" Ron asked incredulously.
Harry sighed. "Yes, it seems so."
"Don't worry, Harry," Luna said. "Snuffles has gotten this far without being seen, so that's good, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
That Hogsmeade weekend, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Luna went down to the kitchens and got as much food as they could get. Luna helped by shrinking it, so they got more in than they otherwise would have. In fact, Harry was concerned about Sirius being able to eat it all before it spoiled, but Luna said she had a plan, and not to worry.
So it was that they went to Hogsmeade after breakfast, carrying a truly spectacular amount of food with them – shrunken of course – in rucksacks.
"This way, Harry, Hermione, Ron," Luna said once they were in the village.
"Where are we going?" asked Ron.
"You'll see."
Before long, Harry saw Dervish and Banges, the wizarding equipment shop. Luna led them inside.
"In here? What's here?"
Ignoring Harry, Luna waved at the shop proprietor. "Hello Mrs. Banges. How are you?"
"Oh splendid, Ms. Lovegood. And yourself?"
"I'm well."
"Good to hear. What can I get for you today?"
"Do you have a stasis cupboard perchance?"
"Ah yes, I do indeed. Right this way."
A few minutes later, Luna was paying for the stasis cabinet, which was the size of a refrigerator. She shrunk it down to fit in her hand once it was paid for, and they continued to the stile they were to meet Sirius at.
"What is a stasis cupboard?" asked Harry.
"It's like an icebox, but instead of keeping things cold, it keeps them in stasis, which is even better, because they don't decay while in stasis, not ever."
"Cool," said Harry.
When they got to the stile, they saw a very familiar-looking black dog standing there with newspapers in its mouth, so they followed it out of the village and up into the nearby mountains. After a lot of huffing and puffing, they got into a cave where they saw Buckbeak. Once inside, Sirius turned back into a human, and the four teens bowed to Buckbeak to gain his approval.
Sirius was wearing the same ragged grey robes he'd been wearing in Azkaban, and was eagerly eyeing the rucksacks. Luna took a moment to unshrink the stasis cupboard and pack it full of unshrunken food, after handing Sirius a chicken leg, which he ate eagerly, and throwing another to Buckbeak.
When she was done with that, Luna demonstrated more of her keen foresight and handed Sirius some brand-new robes in his size, which were in the red and gold Griffindor colors.
"You got me new robes? Wow. This is great, uh..."
"Luna Lovegood," she said, holding her hand out for him to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black."
"Please, call me Sirius. Or Snuffles; best to get into the habit of calling me Snuffles, since I'm an escaped convict."
Looking into his eyes, she smiled serenely. "Sure thing, Sirius. But you're not a convict. You can't be a convict without a trial."
"You never had a trial?" Harry demanded to know.
"No, I didn't," Sirius said darkly. "They threw me into Azkaban without even so much as interrogating me."
"Oi, seriously? They could have found out your innocence by just giving you veritaserum!" Ron shouted, incredulous.
"Dumbedore's on the Wizengamot, isn't he? Why didn't he do anything to help you?"
Perhaps sensing that this train of thought would lead to nothing but hard feelings, Luna changed the subject by handing Harry the newspapers Sirius had been carrying. There were two: The first bore the headline Mystery Illness of Bartemius Crouch, the second, Ministry Witch Still Missing — Minister of Magic Now Personally Involved.
Harry scanned the story about Crouch. Phrases jumped out at him: hasn't been seen in public since November … house appears deserted … St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries decline comment … Ministry refuses to confirm rumors of critical illness. …
"They're making it sound like he's dying," said Harry slowly. "But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here. …"
Luna wandered off to pet Buckbeak as the others discussed things. She listened, though, she just didn't feel any need to add to the conversation.
Eventually, the conversation got to where they found out that Crouch was the one who was largely responsible for Sirius not getting a trial or even an interrogation, as he was a bit of an obsessed hardass when it came to the war. Still Luna said nothing.
When the conversation finally died down, Sirius looked her way and said, "Someone's been awfully quiet over there. From what Harry's said in his letters about his girlfriend, and the keen foresight you had to bring the stasis cupboard and new robes for me, Luna, I'm astonished you've been petting Buckbeak this whole time."
She looked up at him serenely, smiling. "I was listening. I didn't have any new or unique information or thoughts to contribute. If I'd had, I would have said something."
"Keen Ravenclaw mind like yours has nothing more to add? Well I guess that makes sense. Dumbledore could've been a Ravenclaw, and I know he's stumped, too.
"What time is it anyway?" Sirius asked wearily.
As it turned out, they'd been speaking til half past three, and had to get going back to Hogwart's.
"Shame, really," Sirius said, grinning. "I wanted to get to know more about the girl who stole my godson's heart."
"Well I know they do a lot of snogging. And possibly much more," Ron said, grinning as well. "Mind you, we've never actually seen them at it. But they go off alone for hours, and refuse to talk about what they get up to."
"Ah, young love. Nothing like it. Anyway, you'd better get going. Don't sneak up to see me, now; as fun as we Marauders would have found it, things are way too serious to risk being out after dark. No idea who's trying to hurt you, and they'd just love an opportunity to get you alone at night, I'm sure."
Sirius transformed back into a dog, and guided them back to the village. Luna hummed to herself as the others talked about Percy on their way up to the castle.
End note 1: Bit short, I know, but I was having troubles with this chapter. Furthermore, without Rita Skeeter's Witch Weekly article about Hermione, a lot of the future plot is in jeopardy and I need to do some thinking on how to salvage it.
End note 2: I don't think the actresses in the movies for Fleur and Gabrielle really fit the roles, so I like to imagine, for this story, that Dakota and Elle Fanning in the appropriate ages (Dakota at 17, Elle at 8) are taking their roles. But you can do whatever you like, obviously.