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Gabrielle found herself in a small train station with the sign reading Platform 9 3/4 above her head. The platform appeared empty at the moment. Two owls flew slowly overhead as she turned to Harry.

"Zis is Kings Cross Station?"

"Yes, Hogwarts Express side. It's easier to appear here and then take the barrier to the muggle side."

They strolled hand in hand toward the barrier. Glancing up at the sign, she contemplated Harry. It had been years since she'd grown out of her childhood crush. On her encounter with him at Hogsmeed though…

He was a man burdened by a dark past, of that she could tell. Regardless of whatever mystery it was, he had a warm and gentle heart that called to her. She just wanted to hold him. Plus, he was a lot of fun to tease.

She turned to face him. Making sure to push her chest out ever so slightly.

"Well, 'arry. It appears you've managed to spirit me away. What plans do you 'ave for moi? With not a soul around, zould I be fearful for my virtue?"

Harry turned and faced her. He studied her, a contemplative look on his face.

"'Arry?" she questioned.

Without warning, he pulled her close with both hands and she found herself held against him, only an inch from his face.

"First things first. We have some unfinished business from yesterday."

He kissed her. Harry Potter was kissing her. It was hot and passionate and… she whimpered and melted into his chest.

Then, as quickly as he'd started, they pulled apart.

"I've been wanting to do that all day." He added.

Gabrielle's mind lost focus as it processed the kiss. His lips were firm, and had tasted so sweet.

"Gabby?"

And his hands, they were so strong holding her.

"Hello?"

What…O…he was looking at her. "Yes, 'arry?" she answered.

"Are you ok?"

She grasped his arm with both of hers, putting her head on his shoulder. "Mmmm, magnificent."

As they crossed the barrier, her eyes widened at the crowd of muggles hurrying this way and that.

"Mon Dieu! So many." She held tight to his arm.

"This is nothing. It's a slow travel day. You should visit on a weekend."

They exited the station, and Harry led them south along the main road. The evening was approaching, but the sun still shown against a near blue sky.

She tried not to stare as she took in the area and the tall buildings. Sure, she had held a sheltered life, never really venturing out of Beauxbatons in all her seven years. She knew of the outside world, but on finally experiencing it first hand…

After one block, Gabrielle noticed more than one set of eyes glance in her direction.

"'Arry? Am I dressed appropriately? Only I've noticed so many staring at me."

Harry replied to her question with a chuckle. "Staring? Are you sure it doesn't have something to do with your veela heritage?"

"Non. I'm surprised you've not asked earlier, but my allure, my veela traits, ze don't work. I've never grown into them fully. At least, most men don't really react around me like they do with Fluer or mother."

"Is it a normal hereditary thing or—"

"Can we speak about something else?"

Harry glanced away for a second before grinning at her.

"Their attention is due to your dress."

Gabrielle glanced down "Is it not muggle enough?"

"O it's certainly muggle enough," Harry stop and turned toward her, "It's very flattering. I believe they are staring at your breasts." Harry's grin threatened to split his face in half.

"Well, if that's all it is…" She looked at her chest again before meeting Harry's eyes. "Wait, you're not jealous of the attention. Are you?"

"Come on." Harry turned and pulled her along. "Let's hit up the cafe first, then I want to show you one of my favorite sights."

A couple blocks away, Harry pulled up in front of a round clear booth, not much wider than three or four people across.

"Is it a magical cafe?"

"No, it's muggle. It's called the Crypt and it's below ground. Come on, we'll take the elevator."

Upon reaching the ground floor, they found a booth to sit in. Gabrielle had to admit the atmosphere was nice and the booth quiet. The table was a half circle with one long cushioned booth allowing them to sit side by side.

After ordering, Harry twisted to face her.

"So, Gabrielle, tell me more about yourself. How did you get into Egyptology."

She brightened at the question. "Well, growing up, my sister would always study curse breaking and one of the major avenues of study is the ancient Egyptian curses. She always had piles of books on the subject."

She glanced down at the gap between them. Harry was being a perfectly noble gentleman. Well, she would have to fix that. Scooting over in their seat, she pressed her body against his while hooking her left foot over to capture his leg.

She continued while she placed her left hand casually on his inner thigh. "I guess with translation charms, no one took an interest in their language, but I fell in love with the symbols. I've always had a keen ear for language and can speak German and Russian fluently as well."

His breath hitched as she caressed his leg, "My turn. Tell me 'arry, why a bookstore?"

"Well…after the war…I just couldn't fight wizards anymore. I love learning and curse breaking though." He glanced away, deep in thought. "I didn't want to work for the ministry of the goblins. I'm not actually on best of terms with the goblins."

"Why is that? Aren't the Goblins your country's bankers?

"Well, you see, we may have stolen a dragon from the bottom of Gringotts during the war and—"

"Non?"

"They were dark times and really, we had little choice left to us."

Her hand traced higher, almost touching his groin.

"Plus, I prefer the quiet and stillness of books over the crowds. It also helps that I inherited a private library from my godfather and…well, I have a knack for writing…"

Harry cut off with a moan as she felt something twitch below her hand.

Her eyes widened as she realized it must be his cock. She traced the outline with her fingers. He was growing under her hand and the feel of it made her wet. As inexperienced as she was, she was still an eighteen-year-old veela.

A very dirty idea came to her. Something she'd fantasized about the other night, hiding in her bed, while masturbating to the memory of rubbing against Harry's cock.

He continued to grow under her probing fingers.

"Ca alors.' She whispered, "it's so big! Is it getting 'ard, just for me?"

"What do you think."

"Can I see it?"

Harry opened his eyes to look at her. "What? Here?"

The growing heat between her legs was overwhelming. She glanced around and put up a privacy charm with her wand. Then, grinning at Harry, she pulled the tablecloth back and snuck below it, staring up at him from between his legs.

Harry stared down at her, wide eyed, as she worked his pants open. With one hand, she fished out his now fully hard cock.

"Magnificent," she breathed. Her hands wrapped around him. Gripping firmly, she rubbed her pouting lips against the underside of his swollen head. He tensed under her teasing touch. Excitement flooded through her as she enjoyed the feeling of control it gave her.

"O 'arry, you don't know what you're doing to me."

"What I'm doing?"

"I've always been such a good girl. But with you, 'arry, I can't help myself. You bring out my inner veela. Why am I craving this cock so much?"

She took the head of his cock in between her lips. Tasting the sweetness of him as she lavished him with her tongue. Her hands slid up and down almost imperceptibly.

Locking eyes with her, Harry uttered, "Gabby, you're going to make me cum, like right now."

She lifted her mouth off for only a few seconds to reply. "Please 'arry. Cum in my virgin mouth. I need you."

It took only a few more seconds. Harry grip the table tightly before his whole body tensed. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hands, and then he came. Her eyes widened as her mouth quickly filled up and still he showed no signs of slowing down. Harry unloaded over and over into her mouth. She desperately started swallowing, trying to keep up.

It was too much. With his next torrent, cum leaked from her mouth and then shot down her throat. She pulled back, coughing and gagging. Harry's cock didn't stop, and he soon plastered her face, and even forced cum up her nose.

The deluge abated and she let go of him to hang there between his legs, trying to catch her breath.

One eye open, she watched his face with pride. His head back, eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the orgasm she'd provided. When he next glanced down, he took in her current state with horror.

"O…Merlin, Gabby, are you ok?"

She worked her way back onto the bench with his help and—taking her wand—cleaned up the mess on her face. Little could be done right now about the cum still in her nose and throat. She smiled at the idea of his smell sticking with her for days.

"That was…more than I expected." She licked her lips. "And tastier too."

"I thought you said you'd never done that before."

"Oui."

"Fooled me. That was the best blowjob ever.

"Well, I have had some tips and pointers, mostly from my cousins."

"I think you sucked the life out of me." He tilted his head and looked at her. "My turn for a question. "Tell me about your family? I didn't know you or Fluer had cousins."

"Oui, many cousins. My mother has three brothers and one sister, all older. Between the four of them, I have eleven cousins. I'm still the youngest. Guess I'm the baby of the family."

"Eleven? Brothers? I reckoned veela only had girls and not that many."

"Non, but it is true only girls born from veela heritage have veela traits. But we are sexual creatures. I wasn't kidding the other night when I mentioned Fluer sneaking around sleeping with her teachers. We crave sex, are good at it, and having babies is a part of that."

Their food and drink arrived, and they spent the next few minutes in silence.

Gabrielle noticed Harry using his hand to cast a cooling charm on his tea.

She spoke up. "My turn. Why no wand?"

His smile turned south and for a second she worried her question was a poor one.

"A couple of reasons." Harry studied his drink before answering. "First of all, it's fun and the more I practice it, the better it gets. I guess you could say, its fun relearning everything."

"I'm amazed you do. Not even daddy is zat proficient and 'e's one of ze most magically gifted in France."

"It is not so much power as it is focus and practice. Most wizards and witches can do it too. It just takes time and effort. Something the community seems to lack in abundance, if you ask me."

Harry held up his hand above his empty cup. "Wingardium Leviousa." The cup rattled but did not lift.

"As you can see, wandless magic is not something to replace a good wand. It is limiting, but I find myself getting in touch with my magic more and more every day."

"But if you're asking why I don't carry one, well…" Harry went quiet. His face struggling to find words.

"'Arry. It's ok, if it makes you too uncomfortable…"

"No, you deserve an answer. To be honest. Something happened…to my magic during the war. Ever since Hogwarts." At her surprised look he added, "O it works fine, more than fine. But I find it uncomfortable to perform magic with a wand. So I rarely do."

His small smile was heartbreaking.

"I'll leave it at that for now."

Gabrielle absorbed Harry's words. Yes, he was tall, dark, handsome, with a sad and mysterious past. Of course, she had a silly crush on Harry growing up. Who didn't? But now that she'd met the man. Well, her mother mentioned to her, when growing up, that veela are passionate creatures and will fall in love quickly. She'd dismissed her mother's words as silly nonsense from her trashy romance novels. Sitting here, now, faced with the real thing, it didn't feel like nonsense anymore.

"Ready for our next stop in the tour?"

"Oui"

They left and continued their walk south. It was dark now and the streetlights bordering the road added to the atmosphere. This wasn't Paris, but the city was beautiful all the same.

Harry led her until they hit a river.

"The river Thames." Harry spoke up before pointing. "But over there is our next destination."

Gabrielle's eyes widened at the sight. Less than a mile away, lit up by thousands of small lights, was a round circle that hung over the water. As they got up close, she couldn't believe the size.

"It must be taller than 'ogwarts Castle's tallest tower."

Harry chuckled at her amazement. "I don't know about that. Maybe. It's called the London Eye, and it's a Ferris Wheel. The muggles finished building it only a few years ago."

He grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go for a ride."

After waiting in line, they ended up sharing a ride with a family of six. With each cabin on the wheel the size of a small bus and the walls all clear windows, there was plenty of room to spread out.

Half way up she leaned into Harry and whispered in his ear.

"Don't zey look cute Harry." Pointing out the family riding with them. "All three girls dressed in outfits to match zeir mother. I remember my mother dressing me to match 'er all ze time at zat age."

"What about your sister?"

"Fluer was off to school before zen. We only saw each other for ze summer months. I'm practically an only sibling. Also, with my dad always away at ze ministry, zis left only my mother. I was always so lonely. Unless my uncles and cousins visited, which wasn't often."

She gazed longingly at the family, how the sisters held hands, how the brother held up the youngest for her to see over the side.

"I wish—when I get married—to 'ave a large family. To give my children the opportunities I missed out on." Gabrielle's voice trailed off as she spoke her desire out loud. "Four, at least."

Harry seemed lost in thought as his answer trailed across her ears. "That sounds magical." His answer warmed her heart, and she snuggled into his arm. Resting on him. Enjoying the warmth and comfort from his body.

In about half an hour, the wheel finished its rotation and they exited the platform.

"Its getting late 'arry."

"It is."

"At ze start, you mentioned your success at 'ogwarts Library and how you 'ave ze potion started at your 'ome."

"Yes." Harry answered her with an uncertain voice.

"I am curious about ze progress. Can you show me?"

"Right now? Are you sure?"

"Oui. I 'ave never been more sure of something in my life."

Harry apparated them to the front door of Grimmauld Place. She waited until he pushed open the front door, then she leaped. Her mouth attacked his as she wrapped her legs around him, her dress bunched above her hips. Harry's hands gripped her bare ass firmly, flexing to hold her up as he staggered backward through the door and into nearby wall.

They kissed heavily and she groaned into his mouth, trying to rub her hips against him. Their tongues danced as he entered her mouth, penetrating her.

She had to feel his skin on hers. Right now!

Before she could get his shirt off, a silver swan appeared out of the wall and swam over in front of them.

"Gabrielle," Fluers voice spoke up, "Mon eau s'est cassée. c'est l'heure. J'ai besoin de votre aide."

"Merde!" She placed her feet back on the ground, hands worked to smooth her dress.

"Gabby?" Harry's clothes were rumpled and his glasses hung off his face from the mauling she'd subjected him to.

"Fluer just went into labor." She took a deep breath, and another step back, trying to clear her head from the fog of lust. Gabrielle wanted to scream in frustration.

Her lip trembled as Harry made eye contact. "I 'ave to go. My sister needs me. Please? Can we — rain check?"

Harry's loving smile almost undid her control. "Go on. Family first. It's not like I'm going anywhere. Come find me when things settle down." A lopsided smile appeared, "I'll even cook you breakfast in bed next time."

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Harry woke early and entered his shop before dawn. It had been three days since his date with Gabrielle. On the first day, he'd arrived in the shop to find an owl waiting for him. Fluer had given birth overnight to young Alexandre, and both were in bed recovering. Gabby planned to stay home for a few more days until Fluer was back on her feet. Gabrielle, no doubt exhausted from the ordeal, hoped to continue their date on Friday night.

In the meantime, Harry busied himself on the cursed bracelet. His new rune scanner provided the breakthrough he needed. The object had overlapping curses, which confused most scans. With the curses identified, Harry was confident in his ability to construct the counters needed.

Harry whistled a tune as he sketched out the potion design on parchment. The instructions should allow Gabrielle, or someone else, to brew a potion for the afflicted individual.

Intent on his work, Harry missed the bell, announcing a new visitor.

"Harry?"

He jumped and spun around, mouth open.

"Min! What — what are you doing here?"

His former fiancée brushed her long dark hair back and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I — I got cold feet. But, I've made up my mind. I love you Harry. Will you forgive me? Can we start over?"

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