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"What do you want for Christmas?" Fleur Delacour asked as she fiddled with some garland along the mantel.

"I don't know," Harry Potter replied. "A threesome?" Half-kidding, he smirked at my wife.

"Okay, how about you, me, and Santa?" Fleur said, not missing a beat. "I've always wanted to try my luck with an older man."

Harry frowned. "That's not what I meant," he said.

"You only said a threesome. By my count, that's three. You didn't say who the third had to be."

Fleur had quite a way with words. Even though we had only been married for a few years, Harry gave up on trying to keep pace with her wit early on. He knew he was no match for her under normal circumstances, and today she was in rare form.

"Guess I'll need to come up with a new idea," Harry responded.

"Aw, come on, Harry," she replied. "You can't even let me have a little fun?"

"Not when your fun involves an old man with a bushy white beard and a shriveled pecker. Not really my type."

"Maybe one of his elves then," his wife responded, clearly not about to give up on her little joke.

"Nope, I don't think so. Still not my style."

"Guess that means no threesome for you then," Fleur said as she chuckled to herself.

"I guess not," Harry answered, laughing along with her.

"For real then, what do you want?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it. Maybe a couple books and some tickets to a Quidditch match or something."

"Boring."

"Well you didn't like my idea."

"Because it was silly."

"No, you made it silly when you suggested that the third person should be a fictional old man."

"If you say so," Fleur answered. She smiled warmly.

If Harry had to be honest with himself, he realized he wasn't completely joking when he suggested a threesome... Did he think Fleur would go for it? No chance. Still, it was sort of a fantasy of his, even though he knew it would probably never happen.

Fleur and Harry had a pretty great marriage. They had first met in in Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament, married in their mid-twenties, and settled down in a nice flat in London after getting married. Now in their late twenties, they weren't quite ready to start having kids, but they weren't exactly wild, either. At this point, a Friday night for them didn't involve clubbing or anything else crazy. They mostly spent their weekend evenings sharing a bottle of wine and walking through the muggle parts of London.

Still, they both knew that family life wasn't too far around the corner, and Harry couldn't help but think about one last hoorah. Fleur had spent a lot of time on the continent before they had started dating. Harry got a sense was that she got her fill of life experiences and never looked back after they started dating.

As for Harry, he didn't have a similar experience. Harry had always found it difficult to believe that a woman he was interested in was actually interested in him for who he was as a person rather than for his fame as the Boy-Who-Lived or as the guy who defeated Voldemort at the battle of Hogwarts. After Harry went back to Hogwarts to finish his last year, he got a good education, but the experience was largely unadventurous from start to finish. He never really experienced the wild parties that some of his friends had spoken about. Maybe it was just tall tales, yet he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live on the wild side for just a day or two.

"Harry!" Fleur exclaimed, just shy of shouting.

Harry promptly exited the fantasy world in his head and returned to real life.

"Are you going to help me or what?" she continued.

"Sure. With what?" he asked.

"I need to put the star on top of the tree and it was your idea for us to do this without magic. Make sure I don't fall off this chair. I swear you buy a taller tree every year. One of these years I'm going to break my neck trying to decorate it."

Fleur had already dragged one of the tall chairs from the kitchen counter over to the tree. She climbed onto it, steadied herself, and leaned into the tree to put the star on top.

As she did, her bottom extended towards him. She had on a pair of loose but not baggy pants, and when she bent over, he got a nice view of her round ass. Harry placed his hands on her hips as she put the finishing touches on the tree, but once she stood upright on the chair, he couldn't help but have a little fun.

Harry grabbed her pants at the waist and gave them a gentle tug. Her pants dropped below her thighs, and he was treated to a great view of her bum, which her thong did little to conceal.

Startled by the abrupt pantsing, she fell backward off the chair and into his arms. Harry fell onto his back — Fleur on top of him — and squeezed her tight. He reached his hand down past her belly and into her undies. He could feel the absence of any hair against his palm as it descended further.

"Maybe this could be my Christmas present," Harry wondered aloud.

"You wish," Fleur answered, as she turned her head around, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the mouth.

Monday morning came quickly. Harry sat at his desk, only half-focused, and trudged through some past-due paperwork for the Auror department. It wasn't exactly stimulating, but at least it was a mindless way to ease into the workweek.

He checked a few files against arrest record and outstanding warrants. However was interrupted by a flare up from the fireplace indicating an incoming message via the Floo network. It appeared Fleur was trying to contact him from Gringotts.

"Is it okay if Gabrielle stays with us for Christmas this year?" Fleur asked.

"I thought she was going to the Spain with her boyfriend?" Harry replied.

Gabrielle was his sister-in-law and to a certain degree she was the reason Harry and Fleur ended up together. However, she had been dating the same guy for almost two years, so the request came as a bit of a surprise.

"She was. But they broke up over the weekend."

"What happened?"

"Long story. I'll tell you more tonight."

"Okay," Harry said. He was curious. They seemed reasonably happy, though something did seem off with them lately.

"So can she stay with us?"

"Sure. Just for Christmas?"

"Well, I was actually thinking she could stay for a couple of weeks. I don't want her to be lonely around the holidays. And we'll both be off work anyway."

"No problem. Happy to have her."

"Perfect. I'll let her know. Thanks Mon Amour," she said.

"You bet," Harry answered.

Deep down, he was hoping for a quiet, low-key holiday season. It had been a crazy year at work for both of us, and a little downtime would let us both unwind while spending some time together.

Harry loved his sister-in-law, but she is the opposite of low-key. Each time she visited, she insists on going out to a pub almost every night, either in the Muggle or Wizarding World. There's no doubt that she lived her life to the fullest, but Harry found that it could sometimes be pretty exhausting after a few days. Harry could only imagine how it would be for two weeks after a long and stressful year.

Even so, if it made Fleur happy, he was glad to agree. Besides, it was the holidays, after all. Maybe a little extra excitement would be fun. And no one deserved to be alone during the holidays.

Gabrielle arrived a few days before Christmas. She apparated to Diagon Alley, arriving in the early evening and was cleared to enter the country within fifteen minutes of her arrival.

"Hey Gabrielle," Harry said as she walked in the door to the house.

"Hey yourself," Gabrielle shot back.

"How have you been?" he asked, rising from the couch to greet his sister-in-law.

"Could be worse, I suppose," she replied.

Gabrielle dropped her suitcase by the door and opened her arms. They embraced in a long hug. She still wore the same perfume, had the same long blond hair, and wore minimal makeup — not that she needed it, being part Veela. She had just turned twenty three. Even with the age difference Fleur and Gabrielle were often mistaken as twins when they went out together. She really did look a lot like Fleur, with the same pale skin, blue eyes, and lips. She regularly visited the gym, and her body showed it. Gabrielle was thin, with a toned frame, and disproportionately large tits and hips. She wore a form-fitting long sleeve shirt and a pair of tight black yoga pants. She effortlessly appeared fashionable even while trying to travel in comfortable attire.

It was good to see her again. Harry was an only child, so it was nice to have a sister-in-law who visited with some frequency, even if it meant some long days and active nights when she was around. He could only pray that she would ease into the social plans on her first night in the city.

"So what're we doing tonight?" Gabrielle asked.

…So much for that, Harry thought.

"What do you want to do?" Fleur asked her.

"Maybe just get some takeout and watch a movie? I'm exhausted," Gabrielle answered.

…That was new. It definitely wasn't the answer Harry expected, but he wasn't complaining.

"Sounds great," Harry chimed in, before anyone could change their minds. "Are you hungry now?"

"Kind of," she said.

"Indian?" he asked.

"Perfect," she answered.

"Great," Harry said. "I'll call it in."

He ordered a variety of items from a restaurant that was a few blocks away. They said it'd be ready in about fifteen minutes, so he decided to head out right after ordering.

"I'm going to pick up the food," Harry said. "I'll see you guys in a bit."

"I'll come with you," Gabrielle said. "I just sat on a plane for hours. I wouldn't mind a walk."

"Sounds good," Harry answered. "Need a jacket? It's cold out there."

"If you don't mind," she said.

"Here, take this," he replied, offering her his leather jacket.

"Thanks, Harry," she said, smiling.

They headed out.

"So, looking forward to Christmas across the Channel this year?" Harry asked as they walked. "I don't think you could've picked a colder place to celebrate."

"I don't mind," Gabrielle answered.

"Well, we're always happy to have you," he said.

"I appreciate it. Obviously my plans with Henri didn't work out. The whole relationship didn't, I guess."

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah. It was time. I think I knew for a while it wasn't going to work, but I couldn't bring myself to end it."

"I'm here if you want to talk at all."

"Thanks, Harry. Fleur is lucky to have you."

They walked in silence the rest of the way to the restaurant. After arriving he ran inside, picked up the food, and rejoined his sister-in-law in the cold.

"Anything special you'd like to drink?" Harry asked her. "There's a liquor store on the way home. We can pick something up if you want."

"A couple bottles of good French wine would be good," she answered. "I can pay for them."

"No, that's okay. You're our guest. I'll take care of it. Want anything specific?"

They walked into the store and perused the selection. Harry grabbed a bottle of Cabernet, and Gabrielle picked up a couple bottles of rosé. They paid the cashier, wishing him a merry Christmas, and finished the rest of the walk home.

"Hi, honey," Harry said to Fleur as they walked in the door.

"Welcome back," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Harry smiled. He honestly loved when she kissed him like that. Even after a few years of marriage, his face still lit up when she did that. Her love made him feel warm and happy.

The attraction was not just emotional. Reflecting on her appearance with an unbiased eye, Harry knew his wife was incredibly attractive. Like Gabrielle, Fleur had pale skin, blue eyes, and blond hair. Falling only to her shoulders, Fleur kept her hair much shorter than Gabrielle's. Fleur was a little bit shorter than Gabrielle and had a fuller figure. After their first year of marriage, Fleur and had found she put on a little extra weight. However it was hard to for her to complain when it found a home in Fleur's boobs and butt — and it suited her. Harry swore that his wife got prettier with each passing year.

"Do I get a kiss too, honey?" Gabrielle chimed in as she shut the door behind her.

"Absolutely not," Fleur replied. "After the Christmas where you threw a toy train at my head when I tried to give you a kiss on the cheek, I'll never make that mistake again."

"Oh come on," Gabrielle shot back. "That was almost twenty years ago! Let it go."

"Nope," Fleur said playfully. "I learned my lesson."

"Guess your husband will have to do it then," Gabrielle replied, determined not to be outdone.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Harry said, glancing at Fleur and hoping she would intervene.

"Just a little one," Gabrielle replied. "Right on the cheek. No big deal. Right, sis? Besides, I've got the wine and our dinner," she said as she snatched the bag of Indian food out of his hand. "I hope you two aren't too hungry because I can wait all night."

"Okay, you win," Fleur said. She approached Gabrielle and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek but wrapped her arms around her at the last minute. "Now, Harry!" she shouted gleefully. "Grab the food!"

"No!" Gabrielle exclaimed. She desperately tried to wiggle free while retaining her grip on the bag of Indian food.

"Got it!" Harry said as he scampered away with the food and wine.

"Fuck you both," Gabrielle said under her breath. "And you can let go of my tits now, Fleur."

"What tits?" Fleur quipped with a wry smile.

Gabrielle spun around with a quick, athletic motion and grabbed hold of Fleur's boobs.

"We can't all have 34Ds like you, sis, and I get plenty of attention with what I have." Gabrielle said, smiling back just as wryly.

"For your information, they're 34DDs now," Fleur retorted.

"These? I don't believe it," Gabrielle countered. "Let me have a look."

With a short, deft movement, Gabrielle pulled down Fleur's tank top, leaving Fleur's breasts exposed. Her large, light pink areolas were on full display, as were her semi-erect nipples.

Harry just stood there and watched, partly mesmerized by his wife's body and partly shocked by the scene that had unfolded.

"Two can play that game!" Fleur said. She gave her best effort to grab the bottom of Gabrielle's shirt and pull it up toward her head, but it was to no avail.

Amid the flailing, Gabrielle managed to pry herself free from Fleur's grasp and scurried toward the other side of the room.

"Nice try, sis," Gabrielle said. "Besides, I wouldn't want to expose my young perky tits in front of Harry here. The poor guy might not know what to do."

"Umm?" Harry said, not entirely knowing how to respond.

"How about you go and freshen up," Fleur suggested, opting not to engage in a discussion of the perkiness of Gabrielle's boobs. "Harry and I can get dinner ready and pick out a movie. I put your suitcase in the guest bedroom."

"Yes, mom," Gabrielle said playfully as she sauntered away toward the guest bedroom.

Harry walked back toward his wife who was still standing in the kitchen.

"What the heck has gotten into her?" he asked Fleur softly in an effort to stay out of earshot.

"No idea," Fleur whispered back. "Maybe she sat next to a hot guy while waiting to apparate and got all worked up or something. You never know with her."

They both chuckled and started getting ready for dinner. Harry collected some plates, napkins, and utensils while Fleur grabbed a few wine glasses. He then brought everything over to the coffee table near the television while Fleur started to open the wine.

"Can you ask Gabrielle if she wants red or the rosé?" Fleur asked.

"Sure," Harry said. "I'm pretty sure she'll want some rosé, but I'll ask her just to be sure."

Harry walked over to the guest room so that Gabrielle would be able to hear me more clearly from behind the door.

"Hey Gabrielle," he called out as he approached the door. But as Harry turned toward the guest bedroom, he quickly discovered that the door was, in fact, not closed. He caught a quick glimpse of his sister-in-law topless as she faced toward the doorway. She had tiny pink nipples and almost delicious looking areolas atop her tits. Harry quickly averted his gaze and turned his back to the door.

"I, uh, just wanted to ask what kind of wine you wanted," he said sheepishly.

"I'll have some rosé please," Gabrielle said. "Thanks!" She either didn't notice or simply ignored the fact that Harry had just seen her boobs, but he wasn't going to wait around for her to react to it.

"Okay, cool," he said.

Harry immediately got the hell out of there and went back to the kitchen.

"She'll have some rosé," he said to Fleur entering the kitchen

"Alright," Fleur replied. "Cabernet for you I assume?"

"Yes," Harry answered. "But listen, when I asked..." He didn't get to finish his sentence before Gabrielle rejoined them in the kitchen.

"Is dinner ready?" she asked. "I'm starving."

"Yup," Fleur said, handing her a glass of rosé. "Everything should be on the table."

"Perfect," Gabrielle said.

They all shuffled toward the couch and sat down. Gabrielle sat on one end, and Fleur sat on the other. By default, Harry ended up in the middle seat.

Fleur made no effort to follow up on his comment from earlier, so Harry decided to let it go, especially since Gabrielle was sitting right there. If Gabrielle could play it cool, so could he — at least for now.

After a brief discussion about what movie to watch, Harry got outvoted. The girls decided on some Christmas rom-com, and Harry graciously acquiesced.

They loaded their plates high with Indian food, shared an obligatory 'cheers,' and started the movie. Every so often, one of them would chime in with a comment here or there, but they all stayed relatively quiet during the movie.

Full from dinner, Fleur fell asleep about halfway through the movie, and Harry wasn't far behind her. He told himself he would just close his eyes for a few minutes during a scene with some half-baked dialogue, but he guessed exhaustion took over from there, at least for a while.

Harry woke up a bit later in the midst of a sex scene between the main characters in the movie. He slowly regained his senses and silently tried to piece together what had happened while he was asleep. He squinted at the television in an attempt to avoid the bright light and eventually decided to just keep my eyes closed and listen instead.

All of a sudden, he heard a rhythmic squishing sound. Gee, Harry thought. This movie was more graphic than he anticipated. But then he felt a hand grip his lower thigh — right around his knee — as the squishing sounds quickened and was joined by some breathy moans. The grip tightened as the sounds rose to a crescendo, and he heard a voice breathily whisper "oh fuck yes."

In his half-asleep, eyes-closed state, he couldn't be sure who it was. If he had to guess, he would say it was Gabrielle since the hand came from her side of the couch, but that was hardly definitive. What was definitive, however, was the erection that had formed in his pajama pants.

Harry kept his eyes closed for the rest of the movie, which only lasted for a few more minutes. He was roused from his fake slumber with a firm shake of his torso, and he feigned a stretch or two before rising from the couch to join the girls in front of the bedroom doors.

"Have everything you need?" Fleur asked Gabrielle.

"I think so," Gabrielle replied. "If not, I can manage until morning."

"Cool," Fleur responded. "Night, sis."

"Bon nuit, Fleur. Bon nuit, Harry," Gabrielle answered.

"Goodnight," Harry said back and hurried after Fleur, shutting the master bedroom door behind him.

Fleur had already made her way to the master bathroom and was brushing her teeth. So Harry grabbed his toothbrush and followed suit.

"How much of that movie did you end up seeing?" he asked. "I think I fell asleep about halfway through."

"Same here," Fleur said. "I didn't wake up until the very end."

Harry's suspicions from earlier were confirmed. It was Gabrielle who had been masturbating on his couch just a few inches away from him. Harry agonized over whether to tell Fleur about Gabrielle's self-pleasuring and about how he saw her half-naked earlier, but he decided against it. Maybe in the morning, Harry thought.

"I'm guessing we didn't miss much," I replied. "All those movies are basically the same."

"They are not!" Fleur pushed back. "You just don't appreciate the nuances of romantic cinema."

"If you say so," Harry said as he finished brushing his teeth. "Maybe Gabrielle can fill us in tomorrow."

Harry slid into bed, and Fleur was close behind. She dropped her pajama pants to the floor, leaving just her dark blue undies. Fleur burrowed under the covers and pushed closer toward him. He slid his hand along her back and down toward her bum, cupping one of her cheeks and working his hand under the fabric of her panties.

"Not tonight, mon amour," she said. "I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"No problem," Harry replied, only a little disappointed.

He then gave her a quick kiss and removed his hand from her bum. They both found a comfortable spot and quickly drifted off to sleep, Harry dreaming of Gabrielle's tits and the sounds she made while masturbating.


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