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Chapter 9

Harry really missed Gabrielle, and to a lesser extent, her sister Fleur. The two sisters had gone back to France to visit some family that was coming for an extended vacation. Harry would meet up with them a week later after he got everything in order here at home. Gabby had been gone for a few days and he was slowly going nuts. While it was true that he had gotten along fine before he started dating the blonde, he still didn't like being without her. Just her beautiful smile could brighten his day.

Once he got everything settled here, he would go to France for a week-long vacation. A vacation sounded good to him. Perhaps he could talk the Delacour women into visiting the beach. He loved seeing them in bikinis. Gabby would take him to Paris and show him around. It was her favorite city in all of France. She would always tell him that there was so much to do there! Whether it was magical or mundane, you could always find a way to have a good time. She could spend hours talking about all the restaurants, clubs, and bars that they should visit. He always had to chuckle when she got going about clothes. According to Gabby, Paris had the best shopping in the entire world! Those that were familiar with the girl knew that she was a bit of a shopaholic. Whenever Harry needed clothes, he usually gave her the money and told her to pick out his stuff. That always got a squeal out of the gorgeous Veela. He often wouldn't see her again for hours. He knew that she was off trying to find the best styles or best deals.

Maybe he could even spend a little time with Fleur. He knew that Bill wouldn't be going. He was off on an expedition to some unknown place. Even if he wasn't, he and Fleur's father didn't get along very well. Harry didn't know how that all started, but he knew of the rift between them. Thankfully, Harry and Jean got along famously, which made Gabby very happy. He still remembered the first time he met the man. The two of them had gone to her family home for a day trip. The man had tried to make Harry seem like a fool when it came to wine. What he didn't know was that Harry had become an expert on wine, cheese, and cigars, even though he didn't drink much, or smoke many cigars. He just learned because it seemed like an important skill to have when dealing with the rich elite. They had sat and talked for a couple of hours, trying wine and smoking Cubans that Harry had gifted him. Needless to say, he enjoyed Harry's company very much. Gabrielle was very pleased. She had fucked his brains out that night. He knew that Fleur was more than a little jealous about it. She didn't like that her father liked Harry but not Bill. It was nothing against Harry. She just wanted her father to like her husband.

Harry wisely stayed out of it. That was a family matter, and Harry wasn't family, at least not yet. He wanted to marry Gabrielle eventually, but they were still young and having fun. When they wanted to settle down, he would make an honest woman of her. They still had several fun-filled years before they had to think about that though. Speaking of fun, Harry watched the sexy bookworm bounce on his lap. Hermione had made it her life's mission to make sure he didn't get too lonely while Gabby was gone. Either that or she realized that she wouldn't have to take turns with the blonde. For the time being, Harry was all hers!

Hermione gripped his shoulders as she ground her arousal slickened pussy against his cock. Harry moaned as her soft, wet lips painted his cock in her juices. Hermione had become very good at dry-humping!

"Ohhhh, you like that, Harry," the sexy brunette groaned, smearing her arousal over his member. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Harry's hands slid down her naked, sweaty back and gripped her perky cheeks. He lifted her up a bit, giving her enough room to reach under her and grip his cock. She stroked him a few times before lining him up with her dripping slit. They moaned in unison when she slowly lowered herself on him. Her back bowed as she slid down on his pole, and she bit her lip as he reached out and squeezed her breast. Harry adored Hermione's breasts. They were so lovely and perky. She took a deep breath when he pinched her nipple hard. Hermione captured his lips again as she slowly started bouncing on him.

"Play with my ass please," she groaned out, gyrating her hips in such fantastic ways. Harry, of course, obliged her. He slid his fingers over her puckered hole and she shuddered every time a finger brushed her asshole. He removed his hand and held a finger up to her lips.

"Get it nice and wet," he told her, sliding it between her lips. Hermione seductively sucked his finger all the way to the hilt. Harry felt her tongue tickling it as he pulled it free. Seeing it coated in her saliva, he reached behind her and rubbed her spit over her ass, and applied pressure. She groaned as his finger sank into her, and he felt her tighten the further he went. "Fuck, Hermione! Your pussy is so tight," he moaned into her mouth. Her pussy tightened even further. She loved it when he talked dirty to her. She especially liked it when he commented on her body.

Hermione's tight, little body started trembling as she was bounced up and down. Soon her wet tunnel was clamping down on him as he stuffed her over and over again. Harry groaned as she came on him, and her tight cunt milked his cock. He didn't even try to hold out. He just let it go and creamed her pulsing pussy. She buried her face in his shoulder and rested for a moment. Harry smiled and kissed the top of her head. Maybe they could bring Hermione on vacation with them. Gabby certainly enjoyed the brunette in bed.

The Masseur

It was the following day when Harry received an urgent Floo call from his favorite metamorph. He heard someone yelling for him from his fireplace. He ran over thinking it was some horrible emergency. Thankfully it was only Nymphadora Tonks. Just Tonks if you value your life!

"Hey, Tonks! Why are you making such a racket?" Harry asked, walking into his sitting-room drying his hands on a towel. He was just making dinner. It wasn't anything fancy, just some pasta with red sauce and a salad. He wasn't the best at cooking. All he could make were the greasy, unhealthy foods that the Dursley's loved. Gabrielle wouldn't be caught dead eating that stuff. She was the one who took the reins and shouldered the burden of feeding him. Without her, he had to fend for himself. It was okay though, he had done so long before she came along.

"Hurt my hip pretty bad, Harry," she winced. Obviously, he couldn't see the injury with it being a Floo call and all.

"On the job or just your normal clumsiness?" he asked, chuckling at her constant misfortune when it came to staying on her feet.

"Normal clumsiness," she said. "And don't give me any guff about it!" she added with a warning of pain to come. "I already got it from Mum. It was her fault anyway! Why did she have to buy a new chair?! Stupid thing got in my way!"

"Come on through," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. How could one person be so clumsy?"

A few seconds later, the fireplace roared with green flames and out tumbled a stumbling Tonks. Harry moved in front of her and caught her before she hit the ground.

"Thanks, Harry," she said gratefully, using his shoulders to straighten up.

"You're welcome. Now what can I do for you, Nymphadora?" he smirked. He nearly laughed at her glare.

"You can start by not calling me that, unless of course, you'd like to catch a hex in the groin," she said menacingly.

"No, I don't think I'd prefer that. So what's wrong with your hip?" he asked professionally. He examined her the best he could. She had clothes on so there really wasn't anything to see. He could only see her limp when she moved around.

"Don't know exactly. Just that it hurts. I'm sure that it's not broken, but I may have knocked it out of whack or something. I took a pretty hard tumble," she explained, wincing again as he gently led her to his workroom.

Once inside, he got to work. "I'm going to need to see your hip, so jeans off please," he told her, getting ready for the examination.

"I don't think that I can. It hurts a lot!"

Harry nodded and waved his wand in her direction. Her jeans vanished and reappeared on the side table. Now Tonks was standing there in only a very tiny, pink thong. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting choice of underwear, love," he snickered. "Got someone you were hoping would see them?" he teased.

"Shut up before I smack you," she groaned in embarrassment. It took all her willpower not to cover herself up.

"Lay down and let me get a look at you," he said, helping her to lay back. He checked her over. He waved his wand a few times and poked and prodded the injured area.

"I think it's a deep tissue bruise, or possibly a bone bruise. Must have been a pretty nasty spill," he said, massaging the bruised flesh of her hip.

"Yeah," she moaned. His hands felt amazing. She was really beginning to feel good. The oil he put on her hip along with the massage was making the pain fade into the background. What was pushed into the forefront was the incredible pleasure of him playing with her half-naked body. Her nipples were already hard! She hoped that he wouldn't notice. That was a dumb wish since she decided to go without a bra this afternoon. She blushed and her hair cycled through many colors as his hands glided over her silky smooth skin. She held in a gasp as her pussy twinged! She had to fight not to rub her thighs together! She was so wet! Tonks knew that Harry could smell her arousal. Her legs were slightly open, and her panties were so tiny that they barely even covered her crotch! She bit her lip as his hand tickled her inner thigh.

"Harry!" she squeaked when his hand "accidentally" brushed against her panty-covered clit. The crotch on her underwear was soaked! She nearly fainted when Harry grabbed her legs and spread them wide apart, saying that she needed to stretch out the muscles. She didn't know if that was true or not, but she was pretty sure that most girls didn't stretch like that while wearing a minuscule g-string in front of their male friend! If he couldn't smell her before, then he definitely could now! She could smell her arousal wafting up from between her legs. She was nearly on complete display to him! Her thong covered asshole? He saw it. Her damp lips only half-covered by silken material? He saw it! Then she moaned loudly as he gripped her inner thighs and his thumbs massaged the junction of her hips and legs! He was so close to her pussy! Then it happened. His thumb slid under her panties and brushed against her throbbing clit!

"Ohhhhhhh … oh shit!" she squeaked out, cumming in front of Harry! Her hips wiggled as some of her pungent juices leaked out, soaking the bed underneath her! When she was finally able to calm down, she saw Harry smiling at her! She couldn't believe that git! He made her cum then just stood there watching! Then he looked down. Her eyes followed his. He was looking at her naked pussy! Her panties had somehow gotten pushed to the side, and now her hairless cunt was completely exposed to him! She squeaked loudly and covered up.

"Thanks, Harry! I'll see you later!" She had her hand over her pussy as she ran into the fireplace. Soon the Floo lit up, and she traveled home.

"Forgot her trousers," he chuckled. It was okay. He'd be seeing her again soon. He'd bet anything on it. Once a girl got a taste of his special brand of healing, they could never turn down another visit. It was only a matter of time.