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Chapter 2

Harry was sitting on the couch in his home reading the Quibbler when a knock on the door pulled his attention away from the paper. Putting the paper down, he got up and went to answer the door.

"Fleur! What a pleasant surprise!," he exclaimed happily. His kissed both her cheeks, as was custom with the French, and ushered her into his home.

"Merci," she replied. Fleur, like always looked spectacular. She was wearing a short sundress with matching heels.

"What can I do for you Fleur?" Harry asked, sliding his hand up the back of her silky thigh and squeezing her thong clad ass.

" 'Arry! Eet is not time for fun and games," she said, smacking his hand away. Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you're not here for fun, then why are you here?" he asked, going to get her a cup of coffee.

Accepting her coffee with a smile, Fleur answered, "I need a favor. My leetle sister Gabby wants to book an appointment with you. I know you are all booked up, but I was 'oping you would make an exception pour moi."

"Hmm. I haven't seen Gabrielle in more than a year. When did you have in mind?"

"She was 'oping sometime tomorrow," she said, sipping her coffee.

"How about tomorrow night after work. She can come here. Say around 7 o'clock?" Harry asked, excited to see her sister again.

"Perfect! Merci 'Arry," Fleur finished her coffee and got up. She smiled saucily at Harry before spinning around towards the door, causing the hem of her short dress to flare up. The sight of her near naked backside had Harry hard in an instant. Before she could even make it to the door, Harry grabbed her from behind and held her by the hips as his lips explored the open expanse of soft skin on her neck. "Mmm 'Arry," she huskily whispered as she closed her eyes. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his hand slide under her dress and into her panties.

Harry placed a finger on her clit and hit her with his patented, wandless "Love Spell". She squealed and her body began to shake as fluid drenched his hand. She pushed him away and slapped his face. Fixing her dress and fluffing her hair she said, " Hmmphff! I am a married woman!" before walking to the door. Harry opened the door for her and as she was walking through, he pulled up the back of her dress and slapped her soundly across the ass!

"EEEP!" she yelped as she spun around to face him. Seeing his smirking face, she flipped him the bird and left with as much dignity as she could, going home to her husband with the hand print of another man on her ass.

-The Masseur-

Harry looked at the clock. Right on time he heard the knock on his door. Opening it up revealed a stunningly beautiful seventeen year old Gabrielle Delacour. His eyes wandered over her sexy form. She had blossomed a bit since the last time he saw her. Gabrielle stood around five and a half feet tall with long blonde hair that all Veela seemed to possess. She had a heart shaped face with big blue eyes the color of a spring sky. Her nose was small and perfect and her lips, plump and very kissable. She was wearing very tight jeans and a t-shirt, enhancing her shapely, toned legs. Her chest was still on the small side. Harry doubted it would grow much more. While Fleur was more full figured, Gabby was always more willowy.

"Gabrielle! It's wonderful to see you again!" he greeted her with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks, which she returned.

" 'Arry! Eet is good to see you again as well," not seeming to want to leave his arms. Her cheeks were pink as she smiled widely.

"Let's go sit down and catch up." He grabbed her hand and lead her to the couch. She sat down right up against him, not leaving an inch of space. "So how was school? I hear you graduated Beauxbatons. Congratulations!"

"Merci. Yes school was fun, but eet is good to finally be able to start my life as an adult, no?" she said with wide eyed determination that only a new graduate could have. It wouldn't be long before life started grinding away at you. Harry chuckled at the thought.

"I'm sure it is. So Gabby, how many hearts are broken now that you left school?" He asked, smiling. He guessed that many a poor boy had a crush on the stunning woman. Her face flushed red.

"I do not know. 'opefully, not many. But that matters leetle to me."

"Oh? No boyfriend?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head. "I 'ave never 'ad a boyfriend," she answered, a bit embarrassed.

"Why not," Harry asked, bewildered. She could have her pick of any guy.

"The boys at school are all children. I need a man," she said with conviction.

"Well I'm sure you'll find one love," he stated, standing up and pulling her with him. "Now let's get you ready for your massage."

He showed her the room she could change in and set up his massage table and oils. A few minutes later he heard the door open and looked over to see the blonde stunner walking in with a pink, fluffy towel wrapped around her petite frame. He ushered her to sit onto the table and rubbed her back gently trying to calm her down. Her body was shaking slightly, likely never having been so undressed around a man before.

"Just breathe deep and relax Gabby. I promise you're going to enjoy it," he said softly, rubbing her shoulder.

Gabrielle took a deep, shuttering breath and replied, " I am okay 'Arry. Just a leetle nervous."

"There's no need to be nervous love. We've known each other for years right?" Harry smiled kindly, Her cheeks brightened a bit as she smiled and nodded. Harry placed a hand on her knee and slid it slowly up her thigh. "Now lay face down and we can begin," he kissed her forehead then guided her into a laying position.

Gabrielle was a bundle of nerves. She never let any of the boys of Beauxbatons get close to her romantically. She always harbored deep feelings for her savior, Harry Potter. Once she graduated, she begged her sister to arrange a massage session with her crush. One reason was because she would get to spend some alone time with the man she wanted. Another was because she had heard the stories of the pleasure he could coax out of the female form. She desperately wanted to see if the rumors were true. Now here she was, alone with him in his house, dressed only in a towel, and with no one to bother them all night long. His strong hands landed on her shoulders and quickly began rubbing and kneading the knots and stress from her muscles.

" 'Arry that feels wonderful," she murmured, eyes closing in contentment. The oils he chose smelled good and helped her relax. His hands were traveling from her shoulders, to her neck, and down her arms into her hands, kneading the oil into every inch of exposed skin. She gasped and twitched as his hands rubbed the tender flesh under her arms. Her underarms were a bit ticklish, but the strong pressure he was applying made it feel good!

Sensing that she liked that, he continued to caress the soft skin of her baby smooth armpits. Adding a little bit of his magic had the smell of her arousal increasing. Deciding it was time to take it to the next level, he grabbed hold of her towel and slid it off her sexy body. Gabrielle Delacour was a glorious sight to behold, He would almost call her a miniature version of Fleur, as she was just as flawless as her older sister. The soft slopes of her back gave way to widening hips, and an ass that jutted out just enough to make it drool worthy. Between the cheeks of her behind, he could spot two smooth lips trying to hide a wet, fleshy slit. His eyes traveled down her thighs and all the way to her small, dainty feet. He poured some warm oil on her back and went back to work.

Gabby hid her face as her towel was removed. Fleur had already explained how his massages worked, but it was still nerve wrecking for a young virgin such as herself. She could feel his eyes devouring her inexperienced body, and she wasn't ashamed to say that it turned her on. She loved him and wanted him to look at her! Her breath caught in her throat as hot oil dribbled down onto her back, easing the stress and laying a foundation for his hands to explore. Explore they did! They rubbed and kneaded and slid the expanse of her ribs. "Oh yes 'Arry!" she moaned as his hands squeezed and groped her luscious bottom, and split her cheeks apart. She felt his oily thumbs explore the naughty area in between her cheeks. Over her soaking slit and against her puckered hole they traveled. She no longer cared about the massage. She just wanted him! Rolling over onto her back, she spread her legs and played with herself. " 'Arry, I want you to be my first," she moaned, caressing her clit and making sure that he could see everything she was doing.

"Are you sure Gabby?" he asked, already taking his clothes off. He knew that she was sure. It was only polite to ask though.

"Yes. I 'ave wanted this for so long," she said, looking at him disrobe. He was a very handsome man she thought. Her eyes widened at the length and girth that was standing proudly between his powerful legs.

"Good. Then come here," he beckoned her forward. She easily slid off the table and melted into his arms as he lifted her up by the waist and kissed her deeply.

"Mmmm," Gabby moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced with one another's as he started walking.

"You're first time should be in a proper bed," he said, carrying her up to his room.

Gabby couldn't believe it was finally happening! She felt his massive member slip between her thighs as he carried her upstairs. Trapping it against her nethers, she rolled her hips, sliding her wet cunt all over his cock. "Gabrielle!" she heard him growl animalistically. She "EEEP'd" when he pushed her up against the wall with more than a little force. Her legs loosened, but he had other plans. "Keep them together!" he ordered. Immediately her thighs snapped closed.

She closed her eyes and softly bit down on his shoulder as he began thrusting his hips. She felt every ridge and vein rub against the length of her dripping pussy. He pressed her tight against the wall and soon her clit was being smooshed and rubbed by his pistoning cock. His tongue snaked around her swan-like neck as he continued to fuck her silky smooth thighs. He reached around her, and she felt his finger rub circles around her untouched asshole. Her eyes went wide and she bit down on his shoulder as the tip of his finger wormed its way into her virgin backdoor. Her breathing quickened as more of his finger sank into her dark tunnel. Just as he went knuckle deep, she felt magic coursing through her asshole, traveling throughout her body and directly into her cunt.

"Qu'est ce que tu es entrain de me faire 'Arry?!" she wailed as juices leaked and squirted out of her over stimulated pussy. Harry kept thrusting. His cock slid down her slit and hotdogged her plump lips even as a torrent of sex juice sprayed all over his lower half.

Gabrielle was thrashing and spasming in his arms. He held on tight and kept fucking her incredible thighs as he moved into his room and lowered her onto his bed. Her nipples were hard as diamond as his hands cupped and rubbed the soft mounds. Taking his cock in hand, he slapped it a few times against her drenched cunt lips, enjoying the smacking sounds it made. He placed the head at her entrance and didn't ask for permission as he took her virginity with a single thrust. She squealed as he split her cunt and sucked a perfect pink nipple in his mouth. Her thighs squeezed his sides, trying to stall his movements and give her time to recover.

"Holy fuck you're tight Gabby," he moaned into her naked breast.

Feeling her thighs part slightly, he started moving his hips slowly. Her insides were heavenly! Her walls were as smooth as silk and could grip him in ways that he didn't think were possible. He tried to keep his eye from twitching with every stroke, but it was damn near impossible. He had been inside a lot of females, young and old, and he could safely say that Gabrielle had the finest pussy he had ever had. He quickly wondered if Fleur would feel the same. The scent of her pussy was driving him wild! His thrusts became faster until their nether regions were clapping loudly, drowning out their cries of passion. He lifted her legs up and put her feet over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he was able to reach new areas inside her never before touched.

"I am cumming again!" she hollered, squirting on his cock as her cunt squeezed the life out of him. Not able to last any longer, Harry thrust hard, depositing load after load of hot, sticky cream right into her tunnel.

Their breathing slowed as they remained in the same position. He was still inside of her as she sexily rubbed her bare foot on his chest as he covered her other foot with small kisses and licks.

"C'etait fantastique!" she breathed out, her nude chest rising and falling rapidly.

Harry chuckled. "The night has just started love," he said, flipping her over and stuffing his cock back in as he hit her clit with another dose of Potter Magic!

"Nooo!" she gripped the covers as her juice hit him in the chest and sprinkled around the room. It was then that Gabrielle thought that maybe she had bitten off a little more than she could chew. 'Oh well. Practice makes perfect,' she thought as the love of her life caveman fucked her right into the bed.