"Fleur, that was amazing," Ginny sighed as she finished her dinner.
"I've never had shepherd's pie quite like that before," Harry murmured, downing the rest of his wine.
"'Achis Parmentier is France's answer to the dish," Fleur replied. "The use of shredded leftover roast beef gives it a very different texture than the ones made with ground meat here."
"Well, as Gin said, it was lovely," Harry smiled. "Thank you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure," Fleur beamed. "With Bill on yet another expedition and the kids visiting my Mama and Papa, I needed the company."
"I'm just glad Mum was able to look after James," Ginny said. "We haven't had a night out like this in ages."
"Your parents 'ave always been more than 'appy to look after the little ones when Bill and I needed to get away for a night," Fleur replied.
"Yes, but I feel bad leaning on them too much," Ginny winced. "Don't tell either of them that I said so, but they are getting old. It was different years ago with Victoire."
"That was always going to be the case," Fleur shrugged. "I know my parents aren't going to have quite the same level of energy when Gabrielle gets around to 'aving kids."
"Comes with being the youngest," Ginny murmured.
"'Ave you thought about what you'll do if you take the Prophet up on their offer?" Fleur asked.
"Actually, we've been thinking about looking into hiring a nanny," Harry replied, "though that's far more complicated than it would be for normal people."
"I can't even imagine," Fleur said sympathetically. "Unless it was someone you knew and trusted implicitly, that would be quite the risk."
"Which is why I'm not happy about the idea at all," Ginny scowled. "Even if the Death Eaters are gone for good, you've pissed off no shortage of nutballs in the years since through your work, and you're such a target in general. Merlin, I've managed to attract my own share of stalking wankers as well. Maybe I'll just tell the paper that I'm not interested."
"You are, though," Harry grumbled. "I know you are."
"Look, Harry, becoming a Quidditch correspondent and using what I learned through my career to my advantage would be lovely, but I made a choice when I decided to hang it up and have James," Ginny argued, swallowing down her own discomfort at the idea of retiring completely at twenty-five, "and its not like we don't want more children."
Fleur watched the two of them have what was clearly a recurring argument and was about to make a suggestion when said suggestion wandered through the floo in a plume of green fire.
"Fleur, I...oh!" Gabrielle exclaimed as she spotted Harry and Ginny. "'Ello, you two."
"Hey Gabby," Harry replied warmly, giving her a smile that made the young Veela's heart flutter.
"Oh, hello," Ginny said tiredly. "I didn't know you were in England."
"You did not tell zem?" Gabrielle asked, furrowing her brow at her sister.
"I was just about to, actually," Fleur replied. "Gabby is in England to do her charms mastery."
"Really?" Harry asked, sounding impressed. "Who with?"
"Monsieur Flitwick," Gabrielle replied. "'E retired from 'Ogwarts, but 'as elected to continue teaching mastery students 'ere and zere as 'e sees fit."
"Gabrielle is 'is first student since 'e retired last year," Fleur smiled, pride clear in her voice. "By all accounts, 'e was most impressed by 'er abilities."
"Fleur," Gabrielle complained, reddening slightly at the praise. Looking down at the table, she asked, "Is zat 'achis parmentier?"
"Oui," Fleur replied. "Zere is plenty left if you are 'ungry."
"So long as your guests would not mind," Gabrielle replied coyly.
"Of course not," Harry chuckled.
"I'll go get cleaned up then," Gabrielle smiled before rushing upstairs.
"Is she staying here?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, and that's why I was about to mention her when she flooed in," Fleur replied. "I love this cottage, and there is room enough for Bill, the children, and I, but 'ousing another adult in perpetuity is going to be challenging."
"And with the economy being in the state that its in…" Harry trailed off.
"She's 'ad a terrible time finding work," Fleur filled in. "She can afford 'er mastery program, but that and a flat would require 'er to lean more 'eavily on our parents, which she is loathe to do."
"You're not suggesting…" Ginny trailed off as she realized what Fleur was getting at.
"She is an angel with little Luisa," Fleur replied, "and she is not much older than James. 'Er program does not take up all of 'er time, and she could 'elp out around ze 'ouse on top of watching 'im as needed. A live-in 'ousekeeper and nanny could be just what you need as you begin your new career."
"Mmm, zis smells magnifique," Gabrielle sighed as she returned and sat down. As all three of them turned to look at her, she asked, "Um, did I miss something?"
Ginny moaned as she woke to the pleasant sensation of her husband kissing her neck.
"Morning," she smiled, turning around and reaching up to graze his scalp with her nails.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," Harry sighed, looking down at her so tenderly and lovingly that it made her melt.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one," Ginny smirked.
"We'll have to agree to disagree there," Harry chuckled, kissing her softly. "Do you need a pain potion?"
"No," Ginny replied, stretching her arms over her head and grinning when Harry's eyes fell immediately to her full, still milk-laden breasts. "I want to feel you all day."
"Such a wanton witch I married," Harry chuckled, getting out of bed and walking over to his dresser.
"Shit, your back looks awful," Ginny winced as she spotted him. "Hold on."
She grabbed her wand and went to work healing the scratches she'd left on him the night before.
"I did feel like went four rounds with a werewolf last night," Harry chuckled.
"Sorry," Ginny replied, grimacing as she stood up and walked over to him.
"Don't be," Harry said, turning around and wrapping his arms around her. "A little soreness is more than worth a night like that. You haven't been that wild since before James was born."
"Maybe it was Fleur's cooking," Ginny joked. "It wouldn't surprise me if food prepared by Veela made people horny."
"If that's true, we're going to be in trouble," Harry chuckled. "You are okay with this, right?"
"You asked me that repeatedly last night, and I am," Ginny lied. "Gabby could use the work, and we could use the help with...oh, Merlin, James!"
She had picked him up from the Burrow late last night and tucked him in just as Harry finished getting their new nanny settled. She had gotten used to being woken by her adorable little alarm clock, and it spoke to just how long and hard the two of them went at it last night that she didn't notice sooner that he was so quiet. She rushed into his room, and the moment she passed through the doorway, the sound of singing hit her ears.
"Oh, good morning," Gabrielle smiled softly at them, bouncing James in her lap. "Zis little darling was 'ungry and you 'ad a bottle labeled 'breast milk' under stasis charm, so I fed 'im. I zink 'e 'as a zing for blondes."
Harry chuckled as he saw his son reaching out for her long silvery blonde hair, grinning from ear to ear.
"What were you singing?" he asked.
"Oh, an old lullaby my mother used to sing to me as a girl," Gabrielle replied. "I silenced ze room so you two could sleep."
"I appreciate the gesture, but please don't silence it in future," Ginny said lightly. "I've gotten so used to hearing him in the morning that I freaked when I realized that I hadn't yet."
"Sorry," Gabrielle winced. "Do you want to take 'im?"
"Yes, please, and don't worry about it," Ginny replied, taking her darling son, who started crying almost immediately.
"What's wro...oh," Ginny muttered as the smell wafted up to her. "I'll change him. Could you put the kettle on?"
"Will do," Gabrielle replied, turning to leave.
Ginny watched her walk away and suppressed a shudder.
"Well, she's clearly trying hard to leave a good impression, but I'm happy so far," Harry commented as Ginny undid James' diaper. A thought occurred to him as he grabbed a new one and, handing it to her, he asked, "Um, Gabrielle being here isn't why you were like a woman possessed last night, right?"
"Why would it be?" Ginny asked defensively.
"Every bloke in the department warned me not to hire anyone under the age of fifty when I said we were thinking about nannies," Harry replied, giving her a pointed look.
"I'm not jealous, Harry," Ginny replied honestly as she cleaned James with a wave of her wand. As she did up the new diaper, she sighed and said, "It was a really good night, the kind we haven't had in a while, and it just got me in the mood for other things we hadn't really had in a while. You really don't have to worry about me. I'm not the insecure little girl I was back at Bill and Fleur's wedding."
"I know," Harry sighed. "Just...promise me that if anything about this new arrangement starts to feel off at all, you'll tell me."
"I promise," Ginny lied, feeling her heart sink as her husband looked relieved and picked James up.
"Look at you!" he enthused, looking so utterly happy that it made her heart soar despite herself. "You keep growing this quickly, you'll be as big as Hagrid in a year!"
James giggled at his father's nonsense words, basking in the attention. He looked towards the door a moment later, and his big brown eyes widened at the sight of Gabrielle returning to them.
"Ze tea's ready," the beautiful blonde. "I can take 'im if you want to get ready for ze day."
"Alas, I must," Harry sighed. "Thank you."
He handed James to Gabrielle and left her and Ginny alone with him as he went to take a shower.
"You're good with him," Ginny murmured. "The only one he ever took to this quickly was my mum."
"I've always loved kids," Gabrielle replied, setting him down in his crib. "Part of ze appeal of coming 'ere for my mastery was getting to see my nieces more often, zough I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay with Fleur and Bill for long."
"Are you thinking of getting into teaching after you've earned your mastery?" Ginny asked.
"Non," Gabrielle replied. "I plan to become a professional enchantress, and a charms mastery will 'elp with zat. To be honest, ze idea of living in a school for ten months a year forever does not appeal."
"Got enough of that already?" Ginny asked.
"Oui," Gabrielle chuckled. "I loved my time at Beauxbatons, but I would not want to keep going zere or to another school forever. Plus, as much as I like kids, teenagers are a different story. I cannot imagine what a distraction a Veela professor would be."
"You'd have the boys undivided attention," Ginny quipped, making her laugh.
"And yet zey'd 'ear maybe 'alf of what I told zem," Gabrielle replied, "and it would not just be ze boys."
Ginny froze at that, wondering if there was some veiled meaning in the younger woman's comment, but when she just looked over at James again, she relaxed. With Gabrielle focused on James, Ginny felt safe letting her eyes roam over her form in the silver dressing gown she was wearing, and she winced as the soreness in her battered pussy worsened. The gown wasn't exactly form-fitting, but Gabrielle's curves were so pronounced that it didn't matter.
"Morgana's tits, her hips might be wider than Fleur's," she thought to herself, her mind conjuring images of what the gorgeous might look like underneath her dressing gown.
She shook her head and felt a familiar, aching worry gnaw at her heart. Forcing herself to look away, she turned and went to get a cup of tea.
"Ah, Ginny, welcome back," Gabrielle whispered, looking up from the dining room table where she was scratching away at a long sheet of parchment.
James' stroller was next to her, and she was slowly, gently making it sway back and forth with her wand while writing her paper.
"You took him for a walk?" Ginny asked softly.
"'E's been very cranky all day," Gabrielle replied in kind. "I zink 'e might be getting a cold."
"The weather's been up and down all week, so it wouldn't surprise me," Ginny sighed as she sat down at the table.
"Ze walk knocked 'im right out and I've made sure zat nothing woke 'im since," Gabrielle murmured. "I'm nearly finished my essay on weather modification."
"I'll get him out of your hair," Ginny smiled.
"Non, it's okay," Gabrielle replied. "'E could use 'is sleep, and by ze look of zings, so could you."
"I was on my feet all day shadowing Kikis Trecus," Ginny huffed as she sat down. "The new season's starting in two weeks, so we were interviewing players, coaches, and managers about what they're expecting and hoping for this year. It was mostly just the normal BS, but we did get a couple interesting tidbits about some of the more interesting trades and signings that happened over the summer."
"Ze preseason games start next week, oui?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yeah," Ginny replied.
"Anything you're looking forward to the first day?" Gabrielle asked.
"Well, considering that everyone expects the Catapults to tank this year, seeing them go up against the bloody Cannons of all teams should be hilarious," Ginny chuckled. "The first truly exciting match on the docket should be Puddlemere versus the Harpies on Thursday, though even then, preseason games are rarely anything to write home about."
"Unless it's your job," Gabrielle joked.
"Unless it's your job," Ginny chuckled softly.
"Zere," Gabrielle sighed, blowing on the parchment to dry the ink more quickly. "I'll need to get zat to Flitwick tomorrow."
"What's for dinner?" Ginny asked.
"Lasagna," Gabrielle replied. "It's already put together and under stasis charms. I'll throw it in ze oven to heat through and brown ze top when 'Arry's on 'is way."
"We aren't paying you enough," Ginny said, shaking her head and smiling.
"To be honest, I'm surprised you're paying me at all," Gabrielle replied. "I get to live in zis lovely 'ome rent-free and don't need to worry about finding some menial job while I pursue my dreams."
"Restoring Potter Manor took Harry years," Ginny replied. "We lived in Grimmauld Place while he managed it."
"I'm surprised he did so quickly, considering he would 'ave been starting out with ze aurors back zen," Gabrielle remarked.
"Put his every spare moment into it," Ginny replied. "I helped where I could as well, and now...it's home."
"Well...ack!" Gabrielle hissed as she craned her neck to the side.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"It's just a crick in my neck," Gabrielle winced.
"Come sit on the couch," Ginny offered, "and I'll massage it."
"Zat's not really necessary," Gabrielle replied.
"Come," Ginny repeated, charming James' stroller to continue rocking on its own. "Consider it a bonus for doing such good work."
"If living 'ere comes with free massages, you might never be rid of me," Gabrielle chuckled as she followed the redhead. As soon as Ginny started massaging her shoulder, she groaned in delight, saying, "You're surprisingly strong."
"Remember what I used to do for a living," Ginny chuckled. "I ended up with my fair share of injuries and learned a lot from the Harpies' medical staff about how to help minor ones heal faster, both with and without magic."
"Is zat why you retired so early?" Gabrielle asked. "I never asked Fleur, but I was surprised when I "eard that you were ending your career after only seven years."
"It wasn't any of the injuries that I suffered," Ginny replied. "I had accomplished everything that I dreamed about as a girl. Making the Harpies alone was a dream, but we managed to win the League Cup three years in a row, the European Cup once, and I even made the English team the year we won the World Cup. As much as I love Quidditch and always will, I had done it all in my short career, and with Harpies heading towards a rebuild after Gwen, Sue, Deirdre, and Rebecca all retired, I knew it would be years before we were really competitive again, so my options were to stick it out and wait, look to sign somewhere else after my contract ended, or retire when it did."
"Ah, I suppose zat makes sense," Gabrielle signed. "Fuck, you're good at zat. Oh, sorry!"
"It's okay," Ginny laughed lightly as she started digging her thumbs into the younger woman's neck. "You were so quiet, I doubt he'd have heard you if he were awake."
"I guess I figured zat it was either an injury zat I didn't 'ear about or zat you just really wanted to start 'aving children," Gabrielle murmured.
"It was a little of the latter too," Ginny replied. "I didn't want to wait until I was in my thirties to start, and Harry had wanted to start a family forever. You know, I'm surprised you did lasagna."
"Because its not French?" Gabrielle asked, sounding amused. "I 'ave always 'ad a soft spot for Italian cuisine, and with ze mornay sauce, it's French enough."
Ginny laughed at that but stiffened when Gabrielle leaned back against her. She was so close that Ginny could smell the faint scent of vanilla coming from her skin and the rose scent of her shampoo. The blonde was so beautiful it took her breath away at times, and it was driving her mad.
"I should have said no to Fleur's offer," she thought to herself, fighting down feelings and impulses she hadn't dealt with since she retired from Quidditch. "At the very least, I shouldn't be sitting here rubbing her sodding shoulders."
"Mmm, zat feels much better," Gabrielle sighed. Turning around, she looked into Ginny's eyes and smiled, adding, "You've made me feel so welcome over the last few weeks, Ginny."
"You're family," Ginny smiled, leaning back a little.
"Not by blood and certainly not to 'Arry," Gabrielle smirked. "Not many women would 'ave been comfortable inviting a Veela to live with zem, especially one oo 'ad such an embarrassingly obvious childhood crush on 'er 'usband."
"I know something about having an embarrassingly obvious childhood crush on Harry," Ginny snorted, "and I know I can trust him implicitly."
"Of course you can," Gabrielle smiled. "A woman as beautiful as you, with a 'usband as adoring and clearly in love as 'Arry needs not fear anyone."
"You're very sweet," Ginny laughed, trying to ignore the way that heat pooled in her core at the Veela's words.
"It is ze truth," Gabrielle grinned. "I cannot believe you gave birth less zan a year ago."
"I didn't even start to show until six months in," Ginny replied. "Mum says she was the same way with Bill and warns me not to expect the same results with any future ones."
"I'm sure you'll be lovely still," Gabrielle said. "To be honest, I've always zought you were beautiful."
"Again, you're...very sweet," Ginny breathed, "but I hardly hold a candle to you. I'd kill for eyes like yours instead of dull brown."
"Your eyes aren't dull," Gabrielle argued, leaning in closer. "Zey're warm and loving, and as you get closer to the pupil, zey almost look amber, zough it's 'ard to tell right now because your pupils are so wide."
She laughed as she said that last part, but Ginny didn't hear her over the hammering of her heart. She leaned in closer, breathing in more of the young woman's scent and rubbed her thighs together. She wished that she could have blamed this on the allure, but she'd felt that enough to know that Gabrielle was holding it in almost completely.
"Back away," she thought to herself. "Back away, you fool."
Just then, the telltale sound of a key being put into the lock of their front door seemed to thunder across the room, and Ginny jerked back as though pulled by an invisible force.
"'Arry," Gabrielle said in greeting, standing up and smiling at her husband like she hadn't just looked like she was about to kiss his wife. "You're 'ome early."
"Am I?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow in confusion as he cast a quick tempus charm to check.
"Oh," Gabrielle chuckled. "I guess we just lost track of time."
Before either Harry or Ginny could say anything in response to that, James beat them to it and started crying loudly.
"I'll get him," Ginny rushed out as she jumped to her feet.
Unable to look at Harry just then, she picked up James and took him upstairs, happy to take the excuse to get out of there.
"What was that?" Harry asked, still looking at the staircase Ginny had practically flown up.
"If I figure it out, I'll let you know," Gabrielle replied, also looking up to where the redhead had disappeared. "Dinner will take a little while to heat up."
"That's fine," Harry replied. "What is it?"
"Lasagna," Gabrielle replied, grinning widely at how Harry's eyes lit up at her reply.
"Damn it!" Ginny hissed, removing her earrings as she stomped back to her room.
"Ginny?" Gabrielle asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. The redhead whipped around and glared at her, making her concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Harry's not going to make it," Ginny replied tersely. "Something came up at work, and he can't even hint to me what it is, which means probably dangerous, and so now instead of going on the first proper date the two of us have had in ages, I'm going to be spending the entire night worried out of my bloody mind!"
"'Ey now," Gabrielle said, pulling the redhead in for a hug. "Zis is 'Arry we're talking about. 'E's one of ze most powerful, capable wizards we know."
"I know that," Ginny muttered, stiffening in the blonde's embrace.
She hadn't mentioned their near-kiss since that day a couple weeks earlier and it seemed like both of them wanted to just pretend that it never happened, but it was hard to miss how much less comfortable she'd been around Gabrielle since. Harry hadn't mentioned it, but she knew that he'd noticed and had hoped that he wouldn't ask what happened.
"Listen, I'll cancel zings with Marie, and ze two of us can go to a pub, eat something dreadfully English, and I can do my best to get your mind off of zings," Gabrielle offered.
"Gabby, we gave you night off specifically because your friend is in England," Ginny sighed.
"She'll be 'ere for a couple more weeks," Gabrielle replied. "I'll see 'er yet and you gave me ze night off because your parents missed James and wanted to watch 'im for a night."
Ginny scowled at the correction.
"Zere's a muggle pub around 'ere zat sells exclusively Scottish fare," Gabrielle replied. "Come along, and you'll get to watch me try 'aggis for ze first time."
"You'd do that for me?" Ginny asked, almost managing to keep a straight face.
"Come," Gabrielle smiled. "You spent ze last hour getting ready. It would be a waste for zat to be for nothing."
"I won't argue with that," Ginny replied. "This is a bad idea. Just say…"
Her thought came to an abrupt halt as Gabrielle waved her wand over herself and was suddenly squeezed into a form-fitting strapless cream gown. It came down to her mid-thigh, exposing much of her long, shapely legs, and the low cut of the bodice highlighted just how buxom the blonde truly was.
Ginny's own dress was one of her favorites, a deep blue number that hugged her less generous curves enticingly. It nearly reached the floor but had a high slit in the right, and the neckline plunged deep, showing much of her small, perky breasts. If it wasn't perfectly obvious at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra with it, the back of the dress exposed almost all of her back.
She looked good, and she knew it, but Gabrielle was a goddess, and the longer she spent looking at the young blonde, the harder it became to say anything other than, "Okay."
Gabrielle smiled widely and placed a hand on Ginny's back, leading her along.
"You know we're going to look hilariously overdressed for a pub, right?" Ginny asked.
"Eh, fuck it," Gabrielle shrugged as she grabbed their coats. "We look 'ot and we're going to 'ang out, 'ave fun, and forget about anything we don't want to zink about. Oo cares what anyone else zinks?"
Ginny smiled and the two of them left, with Gabrielle taking her hand and apparating them away as soon as they left the ward line.
"Mmm, zat's actually good," Gabrielle murmured as she finished her first bite of Haggis.
"Really?" Ginny asked, digging into her Scotch pie.
"Mmhmm," Gabrielle replied. After swallowing, she added, "I like offal to begin with, so I didn't zink I would 'ate it, but it's still surprisingly nice. Ze spices are simple; a great deal of pepper and something else. I want to say nutmeg, but it's probably mace."
"Mace?" Ginny asked.
"When nutmeg seeds are harvested, zey're covered in a fine skin," Gabrielle replied. "Zat skin is ze mace and it can be dried out and ground into powder. It tastes similar to nutmeg, but distinct in a few ways."
"I hadn't heard of it," Ginny murmured. "The pie is fantastic."
"I overheard a couple recommending the place to someone else in Diagon Alley," Gabrielle replied. "Zeir raving intrigued me, and I can see why zey were so fond of it."
"Thanks for this," Ginny sighed. "Hermione's busy, Luna's out of town, and none of my old teammates are still around here, so without you practically dragging me out, I'd have popped over to London for a curry, snarfed that down, and then curled up by the fire with ice cream and firewhiskey."
"'Appy to 'elp," Gabrielle smiled. Her smile fell as she asked, "Listen, Ginny, if zis is none of my business, say so, but I got the sense zat you were upset about more zan ze missed date tonight."
"Let's just say that I was really looking forward to it," Ginny grumbled.
"You've seemed...tense for days now," Gabrielle prodded, and Ginny glared at her. "I'll drop it."
"It's been a couple weeks since Harry and I…" Ginny trailed off.
"Oh!" Gabrielle exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting towards her hairline. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Bloody should be," Ginny muttered under her breath, grabbing her beer.
"What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked, her voice small and uncertain. "'Ave I gotten in the way? Because I've tried to stay out of your way when I sensed that you two were feeling amorous."
"Are you seriously going to pretend that...sensed what?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, zis is because of zat day on ze couch," Gabrielle sighed. "Ginny, I'm sorry about zat, but we didn't do anything. It was just a moment zat stopped before…"
"Never bloody mind that," Ginny hissed. "What do you mean by 'sensed that you two were feeling amorous?'"
"Um, Veela can 'ave an inherent ability to sense ze desires of others," Gabrielle replied, and Ginny paled dramatically before her eyes.
"Oh, Merlin," the redhead lamented, burying her face in her hands. "You mean you know that I…"
"Ginny, it's really nothing," Gabrielle replied. "Take it from someone oo knows, fewer people are truly straight zan zey zink, especially women."
"You don't understand!" Ginny hissed, trying her best not to make a scene, aware as she was that they were in a muggle establishment and couldn't just silence their table."
"I'm not going to tell anyone if zat's what you're worried about," Gabrielle promised. "Fleur 'asn't in all zese years, after all."
Ginny's eyes filled with tears at that, and she rushed away from the table. Gabrielle huffed in frustration and flagged their waitress down.
"Neither of us are finished with our food," she said.
"Okay," the woman replied. "I'll make sure no one touches your plates or glasses."
"Zank you," Gabrielle replied before following after Ginny.
The ladies' restroom was empty save for the sniffling redhead, who had retreated into the furthest stall, so Gabrielle put a minor compulsion charm on the door to convince anyone whose need wasn't truly desperate to try again in a few minutes and went over to the stall.
"Go away," Ginny muttered.
"Not until you tell me why exactly you're so upset by ze fact zat you're attracted to women," Gabrielle replied stubbornly.
"Because I'm living a bloody lie!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Living a...what are you talking about?" Gabrielle asked, confused.
Ginny threw the door to the stall open and glared down at her. Her makeup was running down her cheeks and her eyes looked bloodshot, and Gabrielle wanted nothing more than to take her in her arms, but knew that wouldn't exactly help in this moment.
"I'm married to a man I've been in love with since I was eleven," Ginny replied. "I've accomplished virtually everything I want to in life, and I should be deliriously happy, but instead, I spend my days lusting after women when I should just be content. Tom was right; there is something wrong with me."
"Ginny," Gabrielle breathed, knowing enough about the redhead's history to know who Tom was.
"I never felt a hint of attraction to women until after I started playing for the Harpies," Ginny muttered. "I had wanted Harry forever, and I finally had him. Then, one day, I found myself in the showers with a team full of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes on, and it was like someone flipped a switch in my brain. I tried to tell myself that it was just self-sabotage, that just like with the diary, I was being my own worst enemy and trying to fuck up the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Harry must think I'm more turned on by Quidditch than anything in the world, because after every game, win or lose, if I were physically capable, I would shag the magic out of him, but the truth was that it was showering with the others afterward. I just..."
"Ginny," Gabrielle cut her off from her ranting. "Are you attracted to Harry?"
"Well, yeah, but he's Harry," Ginny said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I never felt that with Michael or Dean when I dated them. I thought I did...I was sure, but looking back…"
"I zink you've terribly overcomplicated zings," Gabrielle said as delicately as she could. "Ze intensity of the ze attraction and lust between you two is greater zan I've felt from almost every other couple I've ever come across. Whether you're outright bisexual or a lesbian with a single exception, you're as attracted to 'Arry as 'e is to you. On top of zat, you're in love, married, and 'ave a child. Oo cares if you find other women, 'ot? Do you 'ave any idea 'ow much zat would likely turn 'Arry on?"
"What if that changes?" Ginny asked, her voice small and her eyes closed. "What if I keep changing and one day I find that I'm just not attracted to him anymore? What if I ruin the greatest thing that ever happened to me because there really is something fundamentally wrong with me?"
"By ze goddess, you've 'arbored zis fear for years, 'aven't you?" Gabrielle asked. When Ginny nodded, she cupped her cheek and, ignoring the way that the redhead went still, raised her face up to look her in the eye and said, "Zat's not 'ow it works. Your sexuality won't flip on a dime one day."
"But my thing for women came completely out of nowhere!" Ginny exclaimed.
"You made ze Harpies lineup right out of 'Ogwarts," Gabrielle pointed out. "You were what, seventeen or eighteen? Plenty of people are still discovering zings about zemselves at zat age. Your relationship with 'Arry 'as only deepened since zen, non?"
"Well, yes, but…" Ginny went to reply only to be interrupted by a woman entering the room and making a beeline for the nearest stall.
"Come back with me," Gabrielle said. "We can talk more out zere."
"I honestly expected my makeup to look worse," Ginny sighed as she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
"It's nothing zat can't be fixed quickly enough," Gabrielle replied, checking to make sure that the older woman in the stall was still fiddling with the toilet paper before carefully fixing Ginny's makeup with a silent charm.
"Thank you," Ginny sighed.
The two of them went back to their table, Gabrielle undoing her spell on the bathroom door, and dug into their meals, neither one wanting them to get any cooler than they had. As they finished, Gabrielle ordered another two beers and finished her first one.
"Why was zis time different?" she asked.
"Hmm?" Ginny asked.
"You said zat you and 'Arry 'adn't sept together in two weeks, which lines up with our little near-moment, but you reacted to every instance in showers by overcompensating with 'im," Gabrielle replied. "What was different zis time?"
"I nearly crossed the line this time," Ginny replied, looking down in shame as their beers arrived.
"I'm sorry about zat," Gabrielle winced. "I was caught up in ze moment, and I 'ave always found you terribly attractive as I said. I should 'ave backed away sooner."
"I should have backed away," Ginny argued. "I'm the one who's bloody married."
"And 'appily so," Gabrielle added. "I meant what I said, zough, if we 'ad kissed, it would 'ave been a betrayal of 'Arry, but it would not 'ave instantly transformed you into a lesbian. 'Omosexuality is not vampirism, ma chérie."
Ginny snorted at that, her lips twitching upward for the first time since they got onto the subject.
"How can I be sure, though?" Ginny asked. "I've been scared of this for so long."
"I zink ze easiest way would be to take my word for it as a Veela or speak to Fleur if you need a second opinion," Gabrielle replied. "If you truly need proof, zough, you could try a zreesome."
"What?!" Ginny exclaimed, earning them a few dirty looks.
"If it was a girl zat you and 'Arry were both attracted to, I doubt he'd object," Gabrielle shrugged. "You'd get to enjoy all ze zings you've denied yourself all zese years, and when you woke up in ze morning, still a veritable bitch in 'eat for zat gorgeous 'unk you call your 'usband, you'd 'ave your peace of mind. Are any of your friends still single? Given zat you've never 'ad anyone but each other, someone you're both familiar, and comfortable with would be best."
"I…" Ginny trailed off, closing her eyes as her mind raced with images of her and Harry shagging Gwenog, Hermione, or Luna.
None of them were options, each one being in a committed relationship, one of them with one of her brothers, but they were the first ones that she thought of, and the idea made her shudder. When she opened her eyes, she looked at Gabrielle and felt her cunt pulse as heat bloomed in her core. The whole reason why they'd chosen the gorgeous Veela as their nanny was that they both knew her well enough and knew that they could trust her.
Her eyes narrowed as she realized that this was likely exactly what Gabrielle was hoping for as she brought up the idea and she asked, "You wouldn't happen to have anyone in mind, would you?"
Gabrielle let out a throaty laugh in response and was about to say something when they were interrupted by a random man who approached their table.
"Can we help you?" Ginny asked, instantly wary.
"Sorry, luv, but I lost a bet me mates there, and they said I had to go chat up the hottest girls in the pub," the man replied, giving them what they assumed was his most charming smile. "My name's Greg."
"Lovely to meet you, Greg," Gabrielle replied before Ginny could, "but Ginny and I are in ze middle of something."
"Love that accent," Greg grinned. "My mate Brian is thinking of visiting France next summer. Do you think you could recommend to him your favorite spots?"
"Listen, Greg, I'm sure you're great and all, but you're not really our type," Ginny said flatly, taking Gabrielle's hand in her own and giving the guy a pointed look.
"Wait...you two are…" Greg stammered, looking back and forth between them.
"Together?" Gabrielle asked, grinning wickedly at how thrown for a loop the man looked. "Oui."
Ginny looked at the blonde across from her, and a wicked idea popped into her head, something that she was sure would finally get through to their unwanted interruption, that he should go bother someone else. If she wasn't on her second surprisingly strong beer, she probably would have thought better of it, but she was, and as she stared at Gabrielle's plump, soft-looking lips, she found herself wanting to just do it more and more. Leaning in, she cupped the other woman's cheek and pressed her lips to hers, earning a surprised squeak from her.
Gabrielle recovered quickly and returned the kiss, keeping it chaste enough not to get them kicked out of the place while still giving Greg a show. The young man swallowed thickly and shifted around uncomfortably. As Gabrielle pulled back from Ginny, she looked over at him and smirked.
"Go tell your little friends zat you did as ze bet made you," she ordered, and her words seemed to snap him out of his stupor.
Grumbling to himself, he returned to the table where his equally gobsmacked friends were sitting as Gabrielle turned to look at Ginny. The redhead was staring at her, seemingly in shock, and Gabrielle took a sip of her beer before speaking up.
"Still into penis?" she asked under her breath, making the redhead snap out of it and laugh.
"One at least," Ginny replied, shaking her head. "I can't believe I did that. Harry…"
"If you're concerned about 'im reacting poorly to zis, I can zink of one way in which you could make it up to 'im," Gabrielle grinned, and Ginny shivered at her lustful tone.
"Bloody finally," Harry grumbled to himself as he trudged back home.
Some arsehole on trial had attempted to make a break for it in the ministry, with the help of a few of his friends, and half the auror department had been called in to deal with the resulting chaos. No one died, which was a miracle, but it had been a long, tiring, and all-together annoying experience made worse by the fact that it had happened on what was supposed to be a date night for him and Ginny.
"Gin?" he called out softly as he stepped inside. "Gabby?"
He got no response and shook his head. James would still be at the Burrow and it didn't seem like anyone else was home, so he poured himself a generous glass of firewhiskey, and slumped into his chair. He didn't know what had been wrong with his wife over the last little while, and since she didn't seem interested in talking about it, he didn't know what to do.
Love her as he did; he had to admit that she could be rather mercurial at times, and in the absence of her talking to him about her problems, all he could do was guess. His coworkers had warned him not to hire a young, attractive nanny if he valued his marriage, saying that his wife would inevitably grow jealous of the other woman. Ginny seemed okay with it to start, and while he'd feared that her sudden libido spike after Gabrielle moved because she feared that his eyes might be drawn to the admittedly beautiful blonde, she seemed fine afterward.
Something had changed a couple weeks ago, though, and he had no idea what it was or what to do about it. Gabrielle hadn't done anything wrong or inappropriate with him, and James was so taken with her that the idea of sending her away would have irked him even if she wasn't family. He had planned out a whole night with Ginny, involving her favorite restaurant and a musical they'd seen before and loved, and then a handful of arseholes threw a wrench into those plans.
"I'll just reschedule," Harry grumbled, "and Merlin save any pricks who bugger up those plans."
The sound of giggling outside the door drew his attention, and a moment later, it swung open to reveal Ginny and Gabrielle, looking like the best of friends.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, rushing over as she spotted him.
He stood up just in time to intercept the ginger missile, who wrapped her arms around him.
"You're okay," Ginny sighed, snuggling into his chest.
"Aye, I'm fine," Harry mumbled, inhaling the sweet, flower scent of her hair. As he detected beer on her breath, he said, "I take it you two had fun."
"We went to a pub for dinner," Gabrielle replied. "Zey had this beer called Innis and...what was it again?"
"Innis and Gunn?" Harry asked. "That stuff's a little stronger than average, and you're a bit of a lightweight, Gin. You good?"
"I'm great," Ginny smiled. "You?"
"Nothing broken," Harry replied. "Tired, though."
"Come to bed, then," Ginny said, taking his hand. "You're not too tired, are you?"
"Gin, keep in mind, we're not alone," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Oh, Gabby doesn't mind," Ginny giggled. "Come, I need to talk to you."
Harry shook his head at her antics and followed, the pleasant warming sensation caused by the firewhiskey rendering him too relaxed to question her. As they slipped into their bedroom, she whipped around and kissed him deeply.
"We should have a threesome," Ginny whispered, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
"Shit, I meant to ease into that," Ginny winced.
"Ginny, let's talk in the morning when you've sobered up," Harry said gently.
"No!" Ginny replied. "I'll be too scared by then."
"Scared of what?" Harry asked.
"Messing up us," Ginny replied, her voice barely a whisper.
"Gin, come," Harry said, pulling her down next to him as he sat on the bed. "You've been distant for a couple weeks now. Is this fear of messing up what was behind that?"
When Ginny nodded, he asked, "Why do you think that you'll mess us up?"
"Harry, you're the only guy for me," Ginny replied, running her nails through his hair. "The only guy."
"And you're the only woman for me," Harry said slowly, concern warring with confusion in his mind. "Ginny...is there something you need to tell me?"
"I…" Ginny trailed off, looking away from him, and he swallowed thickly as fear began to creep in about just what she was having trouble telling him. "I like girls."
Whatever he'd been expecting, that wasn't it, and all he could say in response was, "Huh?"
"When I say you're the only guy for me, I mean the only guy," Ginny replied without looking at him.
"But...I mean you did date a couple other…" Harry sputtered.
"Neither relationship ever felt right, really," Ginny replied. "That's probably half the reason why I didn't go further than kissing with either of them, but I discovered a while ago that I'm...really into women."
"Ginny…" Harry went to say, scrunching his eyes shut. "Are you...is this...is there someone else?"
"No!" Ginny exclaimed, finally turning back to him and cupping his face with her hands. As he opened his eyes, she said, "Babe, I love you, and I don't want this...part of me to ruin what we have."
"Okay," Harry replied, breathing a sigh of relief. "You could have led with that."
"Sorry," Ginny winced. "To be honest, I've been worried for a long time that liking girls meant that I'd stop wanting you someday, but I talked it over with Gabrielle, who said that it doesn't work that way and even offered to help me test that out with you."
"Wait," Harry said. "You want to have a threesome with Gabrielle?!"
"I 'eard my name," Gabrielle grinned as she threw open the door with a wave of her wand.
"Ginny, I…" Harry went to say when the redhead put a finger on his lips.
"Look at her, Harry," Ginny whispered, gazing at the beautiful blonde with lust-darkened eyes. "She's so beautiful, is she not? She wants the both of us, you know?"
"Oui," Gabrielle breathed, sitting next to him on the bed, on the opposite side from Ginny. "You 'ave no idea just 'ow 'ot you are as a couple. I 'ave wanted to crawl into your bed for years."
"That…" Harry trailed off with a hiss as Ginny palmed his cock through his robes.
This was a bad idea, he knew, made worse by the fact that both of them had clearly been drinking, but he'd poured even more firewhiskey than he meant to and finished it all before Ginny and Gabrielle wandered in. With drink clouding his mind and the lack of sex over the past couple weeks leaving him aching as it was, he found it hard to resist the idea at all.
"I zink 'e needs a little encouragement, Ginny," Gabrielle purred, cupping the redhead's cheek. "Let's show 'im what delights await tonight."
Without another word, Gabrielle pulled his wife in for a searing, hot kiss, and what little willpower he had snapped instantly. The whorish moan Ginny let out as Gabrielle's tongue slipped into her mouth made him instantly hard as a rock, and he quickly shut and locked the door with a wave of his wand. That taken care of, he moved behind Ginny and started peppering the slender column of her neck with kisses. She moaned, breaking the kiss, and Gabrielle immediately latched onto the other side of her neck.
"Holy fuck!" Ginny cried, fishing around for her wand.
As soon as she found it, she undressed both herself and Gabrielle, and the Veela gasped in surprise as she felt her dress disappear. Harry gawked at the younger woman, his cock straining against his pants as lust consumed him. She was every bit as beautiful as one would expect of a Veela, but her body had always appeared to be curvier than most of her kin's, from the odd glance he couldn't help but steal of her. As he beheld her in all her glory, he knew that those fleeting glimpses hadn't come close to doing her justice.
She was a little shorter than Ginny, which made the pronounced curves appear even more generous. Her breasts were large and full, sitting high on her chest in complete defiance of gravity. The large pink nipples were hard and pointed straight at him, begging for attention. No sooner did that thought cross his mind than Ginny decided that she couldn't wait any longer. She buried her face in between Gabrielle's incredible breasts, drawing a pleasured gasp from the blonde.
"Mon Dieu!" she cried as the redhead started kneading the heavy, remarkably perky mounds on sucking on her pink nipples.
Harry watched in silent awe as his wife pleasured their nanny, and hissed, "Fuck."
"She's so enthusiastic, 'Arry," Gabrielle giggled, running her fingers through Ginny's long red hair. "She's wanted zis and denied herself for so long. Those post-game showers must 'ave been torture."
"Wait, is that why you were always horny after your matches?" Harry asked.
"You have no idea what a room full of naked female Quidditch players looks like," Ginny replied. "I returned home dripping wet so many times. This isn't as fun without you joining in, though. Undress yourself and show little Gabby just what she's in for."
"Yes, 'Arry, let me see it," Gabrielle breathed. Turning to Ginny, she added, "Just zink, if 'e cums inside me, you'll get to drink 'is seed from my battered cunt."
"Fuck," Harry groaned as Ginny did the same.
With a wave of his wand, he was undressed in an instant, and the shocked gasp Gabrielle let out made him grin.
"Impressive, no?" Ginny asked, smirking at the wide-eyed blonde.
"Impressive?" Gabrielle asked incredulously. "'Ow do you walk after a night with 'im?"
"Gingerly," Ginny replied. Looking at Harry, she added, "Don't say it."
Harry held back the redhead joke and moved in closer. Grabbing his cock, he stroked it gently, his eyes locked onto Gabrielle's. As incredible as her body was, with her large breasts, long legs, and wide hips, her most beautiful feature was probably still her crystal-blue eyes. Seeing those gorgeous blue orbs stare up at him with obvious lust made his cock throb with need.
"I cannot believe zis fits inside you," Gabrielle whimpered as she wrapped a hand around his shaft. "My fingers do not even touch."
"Keep in mind that James came out of me," Ginny giggled. "Are you nervous?"
"I am Veela," Gabrielle replied haughtily, sounding more like her sister than normal. "I can take anything."
"And I look forward to seeing that," Ginny smirked, "but I still think we should get you ready first. Harry, do you think you could teach me how to eat her out?"
"Teach...holy fuck, Ginny," Harry muttered as his wife spread their new lover's thick thighs wide, revealing her hairless pink pussy.
"Yes, Harry, show her how," Gabrielle laughed, sounding nearly delirious.
"Well, first off, don't go right for the clit, or even her pussy," Harry explained.
"You can if you want," Gabrielle grinned.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, Gabby?" Harry asked, grinning as the blonde's eyes darkened with lust at his words.
"Mmm, it's odd seeing that from the outside, so to speak," Ginny murmured.
"If I'm not, you can spank me for it," Gabrielle replied, grinning impishly.
Harry gave her a heated look that made her shudder, and she spread her legs further.
"As I was saying, if you have time, start slow, kissing her thighs like this," Harry explained, taking her left leg in hand and pressing his lips against her silky smooth skin.
"I'm well aware of how much of a tease you can be," Ginny snarked as she started mirroring his actions on her other thigh.
"You say that like you don't love it," Harry chuckled, inching his way closer to her already-slick heat. "When you reach her mound, keep teasing with kisses and light little licks like this."
"Oh, fuck!" Gabrielle whimpered as Harry traced the tip of his tongue around her pussy, not touching her sensitive folds at all. "You are wicked, 'Arry."
Harry chuckled and grinned up at her, saying, "When you finally decide to stop torturing her outright, I usually start with a long, slow lick like this."
Using the flat of his tongue, he caressed her fleshy folds, drawing a sharp gasp from the beautiful blonde. Harry pulled back and looked at Ginny, his breath hitching as she moved closer to Gabrielle. As he thought about it, she had had moments over the years where she appreciated other women a little more than, for instance, Hermione would, but he'd never given it much thought. He certainly never would have, in a million years, expected to watch her bury her face between another woman's thighs, like this, and as she gave Gabrielle her first tentative lick, he feared that if his cock got any harder, it was going to explode.
"Mmm, just like zat," Gabrielle sighed encouragingly.
Ginny started lapping at the other woman's pink folds in earnest, a little harder at first than he would have suggested. Just as he was about to say something, though, she eased up a little, and Gabrielle let out a little moan that made his cock throb. She looked down at his cock and grinned lasciviously before crooking her finger and beckoning him closer.
"I 'ave wanted you since I was a little girl," the Veela whimpered as he drew close. "I cannot say 'ow many times I fantasized about you as I touched myself."
"In my experience, the fantasies don't come close to the real thing," Ginny giggled before swirling her tongue around the other woman's clit.
"Fuck, right there!" Gabrielle cried. "'Arry, kiss me, please."
Ginny's eyes locked onto them and seemed to darken further as Harry captured Gabrielle's lips with his own. The blonde responded passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck and brushing her tongue against his. Her thighs tightened around Ginny's head as she made out with Harry, soaring towards her peak.
"Sit on my face," Ginny begged, and Gabrielle broke the kiss to stare down at the redhead in shock.
"Are you sure?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yes," Ginny replied. "You can watch Harry bury every inch of that thick cock of his inside me while I feast on you."
"Lie back, Ginny," Harry rumbled, making her shiver.
Ginny moved frantically back along the bed and lied down, spreading her legs wide and grinning at the two of them. She kept a neatly trimmed triangle of ginger curls atop her sex, but her small nether lips were bare and visibly dripping wet. Gabrielle got onto her hands and started crawling towards Ginny, giving Harry a view of her amazing ass. It was at least comparable to her large breasts, being full and round, and might have actually been the largest arse he'd ever seen on an otherwise shapely woman. Even Angelina didn't compare, and without thinking, he brought his hand down on one of her glorious lily-white cheeks, making her gasp and moan.
"You did say I could spank you," he grinned as he watched her flesh jiggle and ripple in a way that made his cock throb almost painfully.
"You're far from ze first to be unable to resist slapping my ass," Gabrielle laughed, crawling over to Ginny with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
"Fuck me," Ginny muttered as Gabrielle moved into position, hovering above her eager face.
"I'll be careful not to smother you," Gabrielle promised.
"Oh, smother away," Ginny breathed, grabbing onto the blonde's thick thighs.
"'Oly fuck, you're big," Gabrielle said as Harry drew closer. She got a devious glint in her eyes as she added, "You know, as wet as Ginny seems to be, it might be a good idea to make your cock nice and slick first."
"Hmm, think you can help me with that?" Harry asked.
"I think I ca...oh, fuck, yes," Gabrielle moaned as Ginny started devouring her pussy.
Wondering how he got so lucky, Harry groaned as Gabrielle wrapped her hand around his cock and lowered herself down until she was eye level with it. She planted wet kisses on the bulbous head, making him hiss, before wrapping her lips around it. His hands went to her head and held on as she started bobbing her head up and down on his length, taking a little more each time. It was a slow, leisurely blowjob, not meant to get him off but to tease him, pleasure him, and get his cock nice and wet for his wife.
"Fuck, you're good at that," Harry sighed, and Gabrielle shot him an amused look as if to say that he should have expected that.
She took him deeper and deeper, moaning around his length as Ginny continued to eat her out, until finally she buried her nose in his wiry pubic hair, swallowing the entire thing without gagging at all. Harry moaned in pleasure, amazed that she managed to take all of him so easily, and Gabrielle pulled back a moment later, looking eminently pleased with herself.
"Zat should be wet enough," she grinned. "Now let me see 'ow well Ginny takes it."
Harry fisted his cock, nestling the head between his wife's slick folds, and pushed forward, burying it to the hilt in one smooth, slow movement. Gabrielle's eyes widened as she watched inch after inch of his cock disappear inside the woman whose face she was riding. Ginny cried out in pleasure from under her, the sound muffled by her pussy.
"Oh fuck," Gabrielle moaned, "you actually took all of 'im."
She reached down to cup and knead Ginny's breasts as she ground her pussy on her face and gasped when she saw milk leak from her nipples.
"Right, I forgot," she said lamely, scooping up the thin milk with her fingers.
"In your defense, she certainly doesn't look like she gave birth less than a year ago," Harry chuckled.
He dug his fingers into Ginny's hips, one of the few places where she still held any of her baby weight, and started fucking her with hard, deep thrusts. She moaned loudly against Gabrielle's pussy and Harry groaned at the sight of the beautiful blonde. She was shaking as she raced towards her orgasm, and her breasts jiggled and swayed on her chest. Reaching forward, Harry cupped the heavy mounds and kneaded them gently.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmured as she cried out in pleasure.
"By ze goddess, you're a natural!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "Don't stop, Ginny. Don't stop, I'm so close!"
Harry conjured a pillow under Ginny, changing the angle of their coupling a little, to let him brush against her g-spot more forcefully with his every thrust. The effect was immediate, and soon Ginny was screaming in pleasure against Gabrielle.
"'Oly shit, I can actually see you inside her," Gabrielle moaned, feeling the little bump in Ginny's skin that his cock was making every time he reached deep inside her. "You're going to feel so good inside me, so good, so good, so AHHH!"
She fell forward as she came hard, and Harry caught her writhing form, holding her tight. As she convulsed in ecstasy atop Ginny, her voice became less muffled, and he could hear again.
"Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" Ginny screamed, sounding out of her mind with pleasure. "More, more, more, YES!"
"Fuck," Harry groaned as he felt her tight tunnel spasm around his length, squeezing him hard.
He fucked her through her orgasm, holding himself back with practiced ease. Gabrielle slumped against him, panting for breath as she came down from her own high. He drew out Ginny's pleasure for as long as he could, looking down at her as he hugged Gabrielle. She looked up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes, grinning from ear-to-ear, and he smiled widely.
"I cannot believe...you've never eaten pussy," Gabrielle panted, laughing gleefully.
"This one's obsessed...with doing it...so I guess I learned...from experience," Ginny replied, stretching her arms above her head.
Harry pulled his turgid length from Ginny's depths and almost laughed at the way that Gabrielle's eyes widened at the sight.
"You didn't cum?" she asked.
"It takes more than that to get me off these days," Harry replied.
"It's true," Ginny grinned. "I can barely feel my legs by the time he's done most nights."
"Fuck me," Gabrielle breathed, staring down at his cock in awe.
"Is that a request?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"You should ride him the first time," Ginny suggested. "I know Veela are sex goddesses and all, but that is a lot of cock, and trust me when I say it feels even bigger than it looks."
"Are you sure you don't just want to watch me ride 'im?" Gabrielle asked teasingly.
"That too," Ginny grinned. "Lie back, Harry. Let's see how well she can take you."
Harry lied down next to Ginny and kissed her softly, brushing her long red hair behind her ear.
"I still half believe I'm going to wake up in a moment," he murmured.
"You'll wake up tomorrow with two women snuggling up with you," Ginny replied.
"Or sucking your cock," Gabrielle added, picking up his still-wet length and pressing it against her belly. "Fuck, you're going to ruin me."
"Wait until you take him in your ass," Ginny chuckled.
"You managed that?" Gabrielle asked, her eyes going wide.
"It's not something we do all the time, but so long as I'm in the mood as we use a lot of lube, fuck I can cum so hard I see stars," Ginny sighed.
Harry specifically didn't comment on the fact that that would likely happen some other time since he had no idea what the next morning was going to hold for the three of them, much less after that. As he watched Gabrielle line him up with her pussy and push down, he decided that was tomorrow Harry's problem.
"Oh fuck!" the Veela cried. "You're so big!"
"You're going to feel my cock all day tomorrow," Harry promised, his voice low and rumbling.
"I'll be limping for days," Gabrielle whimpered as she slowly lowered herself down on his shaft. "Everyone oo lays eyes on me will know I got fucked good and 'ard by an absolute stud."
"Fuck, Gabby," Harry groaned, her words affecting him nearly as much as her insanely hot, tight pussy.
"How's she feel, luv?" Ginny asked. "I know she tastes delicious."
"Like a hot, wet vice," Harry grunted.
"Shit," Gabrielle whimpered. "I feel so full already, and zere's still more of you. Lesser men just aren't going to do it for me after you."
Harry growled at that, wanting to declare that no one else could have her before he remembered just who he was fucking. She took him surprisingly well, managing to impale herself on his shaft in one smooth motion, though she moved so slowly that it still took her a solid moment. By the time he finally felt her wonderfully plump arse against his thighs, she was trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat.
"That's...all of it," Gabrielle stammered. "By ze goddess, you feel as big as a forearm."
"Hold still for a moment," Ginny whispered in the blonde's ear, pressing herself against her back. "Close your eyes and feel just how much he's stretched you, just how full you truly are."
"Ah, fuck, Ginny!" Gabrielle cried as the older woman reached around and cupped her heavy breasts while pressing her own against her.
"That's it," Ginny grinned. "You're going to cum so hard on his cock. By the time we're done with you and you're a mindless, quivering, sweat-drenched mess of orgasmic goo, you'll want nothing more than to be our little pet."
"Morgana's tits, Ginny," Harry grunted, feeling like her filthy words alone could finish him for a moment.
"Are you ready?" Ginny whispered, her lips right by the blonde's ear.
"Oui," Gabrielle replied shakily, quivering atop Harry.
"Then ride him," Ginny ordered before nibbling on her ear.
Harry watched his wife work to drive the younger girl mad with desire in awe, seeing a side of her he didn't know existed. She was a force of nature in the world and had been a dominant chaser during her career. In bed, she'd always been more submissive than anything else; demanding at times, when she was really in the mood, but never like this. It seemed like Gabrielle had brought out that side of her, and if the look of lust and desire in her lidded eyes was any indiction, she didn't mind that in the slightest.
Gabrielle started rolling her hips, riding him expertly, and Harry groaned at how good she felt. She had the same sort of control of her inner muscles as Ginny and squeezed tightly every time she let a few inches of his cock escape her depths, milking him. She quickly worked her way up to a steady rhythm, riding him hard and fast, and Harry knew that he'd have been able to watch her breasts jiggle on her chest if Ginny wasn't holding them.
The redhead kneaded Gabrielle's breasts, occasionally moving to squeeze her nipples as she kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobes. Gabrielle's face was a picture of bliss, the pleasure consuming her completely.
"I...I can feel...oh fuck...feel you in my stomach," she whimpered. "I swear you're part giant."
"One specific part," Ginny giggled, ghosting her hand down along the blonde's belly.
Harry laughed at that, and Gabrielle whimpered, saying, "I actually felt your laugh in your cock."
She rode him with wild abandon, chasing her pleasure all while Ginny continued to hug her from behind, kneading her breasts and peppering her neck with hot, wet kisses. As Gabrielle's movements grew more erratic and her pleasured moans and whimpers turned to screams, Harry felt her tight tunnel start to flutter around him. He knew she was getting close and was glad because he felt his control slowly slipping.
Reaching up, he cupped her breasts and looked at Ginny, saying, "Wet your fingers and stroke her clit. Let's make our little pet cum, Gin."
"Yes!" Gabrielle screamed. "I'm your pet, I'm your toy, by ze goddess, fuck!"
Ginny pushed three fingers into her mouth, coating them well with saliva, and brought them down towards Gabrielle's taut little nub. Rubbing it with tight little circles, she leaned in until her lips were nearly touching the blonde's ear and whispered, "Be a good little toy for us and cum."
"Oui, oui, oui, OUI!" Gabrielle squealed as she came hard, her whole body going taut and her vision going white.
A geyser of fluid gushed from her cunt as she began writhing in ecstasy, and Harry groaned at the feeling of her sweltering inner walls spasming around his length. He sat up as she fell forward, catching her and holding tightly as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her. With both him and Ginny holding her, she rode out the waves of pleasure thundering through her entire body, feeling a level of intimacy she didn't expect from the hookup.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and Harry smiled when he saw nothing in her deep brown orbs but love and affection. As Gabrielle's orgasm ended and she went limp in his arms, Harry laid back and carefully rolled her over before pulling his cock from her depths.
"I'm close," he said, looking to Ginny, who wasted no time moving down along the bed and taking his throbbing length into her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, caving in her cheeks and sucking as hard as she knew he liked. He came quickly, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of his seed as he groaned out her name.
"May I...have some?" Gabrielle panted, sitting up and looking down at Ginny, giving her her best puppy-dog eyes.
Ginny snorted and let Harry's cock slip from her lips with an audible pop before diving at the blonde. The two of them fell back into bed, making out passionately and sharing his load between them. Harry watched the spectacle with wide eyes, his jaw dropping when they both moaned into each other's mouths. As Ginny licked a stray bit of his cum from Gabrielle's cheek, where it had slipped while they made out, Harry felt his cock his half-hard cock twitch.
He didn't know how exactly he got here, and he didn't know how things were going to turn out in the morning, but as both women turned to give him ravenous, hungry looks, he knew that his night was far from done.