The Delacour Sisters

This was perhaps a bit outside his comfort zone. At the same time, he'd come a long way from the awkward, gawky young man he'd once been. Still, Harry Potter might have grown up, might have matured from a shy withdrawn teenager into a more reclusive lord, but that reclusive bit was still there, at the very least.

Regardless, there was plenty to enjoy about his current circumstances. Especially when it was all on someone else's dime. In his off-time, Harry had taken up magical theory-crafting and innovation as a bit of a hobby. Magic had always come easily to him, it'd always sort of… just agreed with him. Harry didn't know how to describe it any better than that. It wasn't like he dominated magic or controlled it or anything silly like that.

No, it was more like he… like he was magic's favored child or something. When he wanted to do something, magic worked with him, rather than him having to bow and beg and grovel for magic to look his way and offer some fragment of its power for his spells. He'd always been on good terms with that ephemeral force called magic. As such, was it any wonder that he'd ended up creating something never before seen with it helping him along?

He'd been told by Hermione that his little invention was the magical equivalent of a tablet computer in the muggle world. That had surprised Harry, but then, only one of them had truly grown up in both worlds, with Hermione returning to her parents for summers and holidays, while Harry did everything he could to escape the prison that was the Dursleys. He remembered something, vaguely about Dudley getting a Personal Computer in the later years, but by that point he'd had Voldemort to worry about.

Now though, now apparently the muggle world was advancing further with these 'PCs'. It wasn't just for your desk at home anymore, from what Hermione had told him and his wives, the muggles had personal computers in their pockets these days. His creation didn't really fit in a pocket, of course. It might fit in the folds of one's robes though. And it didn't have access to the muggle internet like muggle tablets apparently could have.

But it would allow for all sorts of other things, and once it'd been suggested to him, Harry hadn't had much trouble connecting it to the Wizarding Wireless Network so that people could listen to Celestina Warbeck or the Weird Sisters to their heart's content. In the end, his device was apparently taking the wizarding world by storm. Both individuals and magical ministries alike were clamoring to get their hands on them.

After hearing all of what Hermione had to say, his wives had convinced him to reproduce more of the things for sale, but while Harry had been doing so, he was also the only person who currently COULD make them, leading to a rather long waiting list, upon with magical dignitaries and ministers from both Britain and abroad sat, all impatiently waiting their turns.

As such, it both was a surprise, and shouldn't have BEEN a surprise when he was invited to the eighty-eighth Magical Inventor's Conference in France, or MIC for short. The magical French government had even stepped in and offered to pay for five-star accommodations to get him to attend. In the end, despite his wives all being too busy to attend with him, Harry found himself in France at the MIC all the same, showcasing his new invention to numerous questions and a resounding round of applause. Suffice to say, people were excited… very excited.

But his showing was over now. His time on stage was done, and with a small bit of magic, Harry had made it so no one who didn't already know him would bug him. He should have been doing that from the moment he arrived, but he honestly hadn't expected just how little the people at the conference would care for propriety or even basic decency.

He'd been hassled, harassed, and harangued by wizard after wizard, witch after witch… and honestly, it'd just grown tiresome. Now though, now that he was no longer waiting for his turn to present his invention and answer questions about it, Harry saw no point in leaving himself available to more of the same from the flighty, eccentric, awkward masses that seemed to make up the vast majority of the conference's population.

Instead, he was just one of the crowd now, meandering this way and that, taking in the sights. His eyes track over the inventions and innovations all around him. Some are physical items, while some are magical spells constantly demonstrated for the entertainment of their viewers. Some are nothing more than ideas laid out on parchment. Those in particular get the attention of less people simply by virtue of not being flashy or interesting enough to catch the eye of the conference's attendees.

Harry still reads a few though, and honestly, the ideas within are sometimes quite interesting. Hell, the whole thing is quite interesting, if he's being honest. The Magical Inventor's Conference… despite his over-the-top reception from the conference attendees, Harry has still enjoyed himself so far here. And with the magical French government paying for everything just so their Minister of Magic could get bumped up a few places on the waiting list, Harry is quite happy to continue enjoying himself.

Not that he was hurting for money to begin with… but if there was one thing Harry had learned in his short time as a Lord, if you wanted to stay rich, you never spent your own money when someone else was offering to spend theirs for you. Ultimately, it was a philosophy that Harry was happy to put into practice here.

That said, he was growing a bit weary. It'd been a long day, and now that it was winding down, he could see value in turning in early. Maybe he'd just head back to his hotel room and order in some room service. Given where he was staying, the room service amounted to dining at a fancy, upper-scale restaurant anyways. Hell the server who'd brought him his breakfast had also brought along a bottle of wine with the full spread of food, claiming that the chef wanted to make sure he enjoyed every meal he had while staying there.

It was obvious that his reputation had preceded him even there. Though whether it was the hotel staff or the French government who'd spread word of his arrival, Harry didn't know. He also didn't care. It wasn't a big deal, so long as no one bothered him too much. And with a little help from his friend magic, no one would.

"Harry! Harry Potter!"

… He'd really been asking for it, hadn't he? Blinking in surprise at first, due to someone seemingly able to look past his spell, Harry turns to take in the owner of the feminine voice that calls his name. It takes him a moment to put a name to the beautiful young face he sees smiling at him. In all fairness, it's been a little while since he saw Gabrielle Delacour. The last time would have been the Triwizard Tournament. There'd been a possibility of him seeing her at Bill and Fleur's wedding, but that relationship had broken into pieces at the last possible second, from what he'd heard.

Gabrielle had certainly grown up since he last saw her. But then of course she had. She'd been young, when he'd pulled her from the lake. Now she was a woman grown, or nearly there. Only a couple inches shorter then him, he notices as she runs up and grabs his hands, clasping them with her own. Her eyes sparkle with happiness and wonder.

"Harry! It's so good to see you again, I can't believe I'm running into you here of all places?"

Well, that's a lie. Harry lifts a single brow at that, and Gabrielle immediately flushes at the fact that she's very clearly been caught out. Still, he doesn't actually CALL her out on it, so she skips past the awkward moment with barely a pause, her smile back in place in mere moments as she squeezes Harry's hands.

"I watched your demonstration, Harry. I should have known that a man like you would be capable of not just saving the world, but also creating the most wondrous things."

A chuckle leaves Harry's throat, and he slips one of his hands from her grasp to reach out to tuck some stray hairs behind Gabrielle's ear. That only causes her to go an even brighter shade of red as she instinctively leans into his touch. He probably shouldn't be doing this… encouraging her, but he can't quite help himself. It's not necessarily her allure. He can feel that. Just like he can feel her overwhelming attraction to him.

From what Fleur had told him, Gabrielle had had quite the crush on him back when he'd first pulled her from the lake, ostensibly saving her life. He'd laughed it off and expected the crush to fade with time. But time didn't seem to be his ally in this. No, if anything, Gabrielle seemed to be crushing on him even more than originally.

As he brushes the hair back behind her ear, she leans into him and Harry grunts as their chests come into contact with one another. He's not sure whether the part veela has realized his magic is keeping everyone else from noticing them, or if she just doesn't care who sees, but she's getting awfully close now, her head tilted back so she can look up into his green eyes as her adorable lips part slightly.

"Harry…"

That French accent of hers is certainly nothing to scoff at either. Harry isn't sure what's about to happen. He should pull away, but then, what's one more woman? It's not like his wives will mind, given how they're constantly reminding him he'll need more witches to fill the remaining holes left behind by the deaths of all the magical houses he's inherited.

Ah, but Gabrielle is still a few years younger than him. Should he really be taking advantage of her? Their lips are less than an inch apart now, and it certainly seems that he's about to…

"Gabrielle! What do you think you're doing?!"

A far more familiar feminine voice fills the air, and Gabrielle jumps back from Harry as if she's been scalded, flushed with embarrassment at being caught out, rather than arousal at his proximity. Harry, meanwhile, keeps his cool rather easily, even as he looks past the young veela before him to take in the slightly older veela behind her. Fleur Delacour is as absolutely stunning as he remembers her. The French witch holds herself with a grace that Harry has rarely seen since. He can't help but smile slightly at the sight of her stalking forward in high heels, her eyes focused intensely on her sister.

Gabrielle sinks under Fleur's gaze, and Harry can't help the chuckle that bubbles up from his throat. Of course, that draws the attention of both sisters back to him… but even if they're veela, he's had the attention of half a dozen witches directed at him for months now. He just smiles wider, even as he nods his head slightly to Fleur.

"Fleur. Good to see you again. I assume you're here on business."

Fleur's blush is a lot lighter than her sister's, but it's still there as she smiles prettily and nods her head in agreement with his words.

"That I am. Gringotts has sent me as their official representative for this conference. I allowed my sister to come along because she promised not to make any trouble."

That last sentence is spoken at him, but Fleur's gaze shifts to her sister, clearly meaning for the words to go to Gabrielle. In response, the younger French witch flushes an even darker shade and looks down at the ground.

"I wasn't…"

Harry shakes his head and backs her up.

"She really wasn't, Fleur. No trouble at all, I promise."

Gabrielle's eyes shoot up at that, as if surprised Harry is taking her side. The smile that spreads across her face is more than worth it, even as Harry gives her a light grin and a wink. Fleur, meanwhile, crosses her arms under her delicious chest and taps a foot against the ground as she considers his words.

"Hmph. Well then, I suppose I'll let it pass, if you say she wasn't truly bothering you."

"Harry, you should come to dinner with us!"

As soon as she's let off the hook, Gabrielle is back to her exuberant self, eyes shining as she invites him to dinner. Fleur blinks dumbly, as if not expecting it… but she doesn't scowl or grow angry with Gabrielle. Instead, she seems to be interested in his answer, staring at him almost as intently as Gabrielle is as he lifts a brow in her direction.

Well, if she's not going to retract her little sister's offer…

"Very well, I was actually thinking about leaving here soon anyways. I'd love to catch up over dinner. Lead the way."

Gabrielle lets out a shout of glee and even jumps a bit as she pumps a fist in the air. It gives way to her relative youth, and while Harry has pegged her as a recent graduate from Beauxbatons, it's clear that it's VERY recent… as in, she's probably just recently sat her NEWTS, given that it's now the middle of summer. Fleur flushes in embarrassment on her little sister's behalf, and by the time Gabrielle is back on the ground, she has a hand on her shoulder that seems to be squeezing very tightly.

"Of course we'd love to have you with us for dinner, Harry. Come, after seeing that presentation of yours, I doubt there's anything else here worthwhile for me to report back to Gringotts."

Regardless of Fleur's silence repudiation of her sister's outburst, Gabrielle is still all smiles as they move to exit the conference, eagerly sneaking glances in Harry's direction all the while. He just smiles back at her, admittedly a little amused… and aroused. Given his history with Fleur, given Gabrielle's clear feelings for him… Harry sort of knows how this is all going to end. Or perhaps he's just had too many witches jumping into his arms of late for him to believe it can end any differently.

Still, for now it's just dinner. They would have to see where things went from there.

-x-X-x-

Dinner is delicious. French cuisine is not something Harry struggles to get into, but then it's not all snails and what not like the students back at Hogwarts had tried to joke during the Triwizard Tournament. The three-course meal is delicious in all of its parts, and the company is nothing to scoff at either. Most of the meal is spent probing Fleur and Gabrielle for information on how they've been and what they've been up to.

As Harry thought, Gabrielle had just graduated from Beauxbatons, with full honors besides. She'd sat and passed the French equivalent of NEWTs and she'd done so with flying colors, even Fleur expressing pride in her little sister's accomplishments. From what they told him, Gabrielle was taking a year break to figure out what she wanted to do next. She had no shortage of options, nor offers from all sorts of places that wanted to snap up a witch of her skills.

Fleur, meanwhile, was doing quite well for herself at Gringotts. Harry was happy for her, even if he still didn't full trust the goblins himself. Regardless, from what she told him, the goblins took very good care of their non-goblin employees, so long as said employees showed initiative, drive, and an ability to get shit done independently.

Harry had no problem imagining Fleur fitting all of those categories, and he said as much. Of course, that only made the beautiful blonde veela blush slightly, while it left Gabrielle puffing up her cheeks in anger at the perceived lack of attention she was receiving from Harry. As the meal transitioned from main course to dessert and Harry dug into the treacle tart he'd eagerly ordered, Gabrielle turned herself towards flirting. It was… not exactly subtle.

"You know Harry, if you're not too full, I'd love to share another sweet treat with you, once we're done here."

The suggestiveness in her tone leaves Harry smiling… because honestly, he's not surprised by her proposition. Nor is he exactly repelled by it. Fleur though, isn't one to be left out. Leaning forward, the older witch gives Harry quite the show of her cleavage as she licks her spoon clean from her latest bite of her sundae. Her eyes flick between him and her little sister for a moment, before she smiles coyly.

"It would be fitting to call yourself the second dessert, dear Gabrielle. Because as the yankees would say, I've already been there and done that."

Gabrielle's eyes go wide and snap to Harry, and for the first time that night he finds himself blushing, even as he smiles in remembrance.

"W-What?!"

Fleur just giggles at her little sister's reaction, even as she takes another slow, seductive bite of her sundae, working it around her mouth with her tongue, licking the spoon clean in a way that easily catches Harry's eye. It's clear which of the two siblings is more experienced with this kind of thing… but then, Harry already knew that first hand. Seeing the look in Fleur's eye, Harry shrugs, seeing no reason to hide it.

"It's true. Fleur here was my first time. Back in fourth year, wasn't it Fleur? A naughty older witch, a veela no less, seducing poor ole me."

Smirking, Fleur shrugs and then gives Harry a meaningful look.

"Yes, I suppose one could say I taught you all you know. From the stories I've been hearing, you've obviously developed a type. Blonde and curvy… I wonder where you got that from.

Harry's eyes widen again, and he lets out a startled laugh at Fleur's pinpointing of his fetish. Sure, it's true that he's got more than just curvy blondes amidst his wives, but the fact is, they make up a sizable portion of the women who he's married so far. Meanwhile Gabrielle's cheeks puff out again, the younger witch looking between her crush and her sister again and again, as if not sure how to react. Finally though, she tilts her head backwards, lifting her nose into the air as she takes a bite of her own dessert, chewing and swallowing before she replies airily.

"Hmph. W-Well, I'm sure no matter what he says now, he probably didn't enjoy being taken advantage of by some slut at the time."

Harry's brow lifts at that, even as Fleur's head whips around towards her precocious little sister, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring at the insult dealt to her. Seeing that things were heating up, Harry swiftly cast the same bit of magic from earlier in the day on their table so that they wouldn't be disturbed any time soon. Those already looking their way suddenly found themselves looking elsewhere, and Harry hastily dug into more of his delicious treacle tart, seeing an end to their dinner fast approaching.

And he's right too, as Fleur isn't about to take Gabrielle's comments or her attitude lying down.

"No more than he'd enjoy some naïve virgin now, Gabrielle! Or have you forgotten that he already has six wives! Do you truly think you can bring anything to the table that they don't already… or that I couldn't, if I so decided to try?"

Harry winces at the way Gabrielle blanches in the face of Fleur's brutal honesty. Still, he's more than a little amused as the younger veela quickly rallies and makes another comment about Fleur's age, as if the older is not currently in the prime of her life. The two sisters quickly descend into bickering, but Harry can see a cat fight approaching swiftly as well, and his magic won't necessarily hold up against two part veela shrieking and pulling at one another's hair. So long as its verbal, they're okay. Anything past that…

Stepping in when it looks like it'll get to the hair-pulling phase quite soon, Harry clears his throat and reaches across the table to both of them, his hands out to ward off their anger.

"Ladies, please. You're both beautiful, unattached witches who any man would be lucky to have. There's no need to fight."

They both look at him, both calming at least a little under his soothing tone. While Gabrielle looks chastised however, Fleur seems to consider Harry for a moment, before smirking easily.

"Then we shall have you decide, Harry. A competition is in order… perhaps back in your hotel room?"

She phrases it like a question, but it's clear Fleur doesn't intend to take no for an answer. She's always been like that though, ever since fourth year when she'd propositioned him to begin with after the second task. Harry hadn't minded then though, and in fact he'd thoroughly enjoyed their 'lessons' together. Fleur had played a part in making him the man he was today, and he would never forget that. Still, he wasn't quite as docile as the awkward, gangly young wizard he'd once been.

Smiling politely, Harry doesn't immediately agree with Fleur's idea. Instead, he looks to Gabrielle and lifts an eyebrow in her direction.

"Gabrielle?"

Realizing he's asking her opinion, the younger witch straightens up and gives Fleur a challenging glare.

"Bring it on."

Chuckling, Harry finishes the last bite of his tart, before dispelling the magic and summoning over their waiter. In short order, the three of them are leaving the spectacular restaurant behind, Harry in the middle with a gorgeous veela sister on either arm as he escorts them around the corner and then apparates the three of them back to his hotel room.

This… should be interesting.

-x-X-x-

As expected, Fleur tries to take charge immediately.

"Well then, Harry. Why don't you strip down and show us what we're working with, hm?"

Gabrielle's eyes light up, and she raises no protest to this idea. Harry, on the other hand, moves over to his suite of rooms' mini bar and pours himself a firewhisky, before turning back to the French witches with a lifted brow as he leans against the bar behind him.

"Oh? That doesn't seem quite right. Aren't I the judge in this little contest? If the two of you want me to choose between you both… shouldn't it be you who show me what I'M working with?"

Fleur's eyes widen at Harry's audacity, her nostrils flaring in the face of his defiance. Harry just continues to smile placidly at her, though he does give her a quick wink. Something silent passes between them then, as Fleur realizes her words to Gabrielle earlier were equally true when it came to her. Harry had six wives now… and he was far from whipped. She was no longer dealing with an awkward virgin wizard.

Gabrielle, meanwhile, sees the opportunity to get one up on her older sister. She snatches it eagerly, and her wand is out in a moment as she swishes it across her body. Her beautiful silvery dress that so nicely matched her hair unravels in a show of magic, exposing her nubile young body to Harry's eyes. She looks just like her sister did, all those years ago. Beautiful, yet young, gorgeous, yet untested. Though, Fleur was far more experienced by this age than Gabrielle clearly is now.

That was probably his fault. It was abundantly obvious that Gabrielle had been carrying a torch for him since he pulled her from the lake. Had she even kissed another boy in all that time? Perhaps a girl, to experiment with? Harry, being the pervert that he is (to be fair, he's already married to one incestuous sister pair, isn't he?) immediately finds himself imagining Gabrielle and Fleur kissing as the latter teaches the former how it's done properly.

His cock begins to rise in his pants, even as Fleur scowls at her preening, posing little sister, quickly unraveling her own garments to expose her more mature body to Harry's gaze. Her breasts have filled out nicely, and her hips have widened. Her ass is definitely a shade larger than Harry remembers it, as she shows Gabrielle up, her experience and skill making her far better at seduction than the younger veela.

Still, Harry is aroused by both of them. Rather than pull out his own wand, Harry waves his hand. His clothing disappears and his hardening prick flops out as it's confines vanish as well. Both Fleur and Gabrielle zero in on his cock, Fleur's gaze that of someone eager to hop back into the swing of things, while Gabrielle is like someone parched for water in the middle of an ocean.

"Kneel."

His command is obeyed immediately by Gabrielle, as Harry steps away from the mini bar and towards the two veela. It's not so quickly followed by Fleur though, and she looks at him with her chin held high, as if to tell him to make her. Harry is happy to do so… and magic, his ever-present friend, is happy to help. Fleur gasps as she's forced to her knees by a bit of power. Harry grins at her outraged expression, even as he makes it even worse by moving over to Gabrielle first.

In the end, Fleur is forced to join her sister at her side for her defiance, rather than meeting in the middle as Harry had originally intended. Gabrielle is noticeably smug, even as she takes Harry's growing member in her inexperienced hands. Ultimately though, the sisters end up on either side of his cock as he expected, and together they begin to compete for his attention, their fingers and their palms gliding along his girthy prick as they lick and lap at either side of his shaft.

Gabrielle is enthusiastic and eager. Fleur is experienced and skilled, and she knows him best. If this were an actual competition, Harry would probably have to give the edge to Fleur. But while they might not have figured it out yet, he knows better. He's not going to pick one over the other here. That's just not in the cards. He's going to fuck both sisters, and he's going to fuck them well. What happens after that… well, that's still up in the air.

Sliding his hands through two heads of silver-blonde hair, Harry runs his fingers along the scalps of the two veela sisters servicing his member. He groans, and he hisses encouragement to the both of them as they work at pleasing him. This only serves to spur them on all the more, but Harry doesn't truly mind as they do their damn best to make him happy, to satisfy him… to prove themselves.

Perhaps he's letting it all go to his head a little bit. Six wives, and he's not even truly slowing down, now is he? He's capable of doing anything he wants to, and Harry knows it… but he does have to be careful not to let his ego grow over-inflated. Still, it's hard not to feel like a damn king with such sexy French witches kissing and licking and sucking at his cock.

There was a time when snagging a veela was a mark of true prestige among wizards. Managing to convince a veela to join your bed was something like having gold embroidered into your robes. It was status, the ultimate sort of status. And it was all the rarer these days, even if Fleur and Gabrielle were representative of such a joining in their family tree. They were both a quarter veela, which meant their grandmother was the full veela.

It was unfortunate that their grandfather was passed. He was the kind of wizard Harry would have liked to meet. Still, not the sort of thing he should have been thinking about in this moment. With a grunt, Harry tightens his grip on the hair of the two sisters before him, pulling them both away from his cock. Gabrielle looks up at him, confused and disappointed, while Fleur looks irritated and annoyed at the seeming rejection.

"I'm ready now ladies… time for me to fuck you both. Show me how you want it, won't you?"

When he lets go of the two of them, they stand up quickly. Gabrielle turns to head for the bed… while Fleur leaps at him, surprising both of the room's other occupants with her aggression. Harry grunts as he ends up on his back. Fleur is sinking down on his cock by the time he recovers a few moments later, and he looks up to see her grinning wickedly down at him, even as Gabrielle shrieks about the unfairness of it all in the background.

"This is how I want it, Harry."

Her French accent causes his already throbbing shaft to twitch, even as she begins to ride him right then and there. Another attempt at taking back the control she feels she lost over him, clearly. Harry grunts as her insides squeeze down around his saliva-coated cock, her inner walls already sopping wet, her pussy dripping. It explains why she's able to take his entire length so easily, why she's able to just start fucking him immediately.

Fleur Delacour is aroused, turned on, horny as fuck. And she's not taking no for an answer, anymore. But it's clear she still doesn't understand. Harry starts with bringing his hands up and grabbing onto her hips. He doesn't stop her from fucking him though… in fact, he helps her along, enjoying the widening of her eyes as he begins to thrust up into her with greater strength and power than she's expecting, at a much faster rate than she's initially trying to ride him at.

Opening her mouth to tell him off, Fleur never gets a word out, as Harry rises up from the floor and captures her lips with his own, his arms wrapping around her back and pulling her in close. The next thing the befuddled veela knows, she's rising into the air as Harry stands up then and there. Her legs immediately wrap around his waist instinctively, but Harry barely pays that any mind as he bounces her up and down on his cock, while tonguing the inside of her mouth quite intimately.

Fleur moans into his lips, her fingers clawing at his back as she clutches at him for dear life. Harry is amused… but then of course he is. He's also very aroused, and he shows her just how aroused he is, taking one step after another towards the large king-sized bed behind them as his member thrusts in and out of her tight, needy cunt.

Dropping her onto the bed on her back, Harry lets go of Fleur and instead moves his hands to her legs, grabbing at her ankles as he forces her wide and continues to fuck her standing up, him at the edge of the bed and her unable to do anything but take his rapidly pistoning cock. She growls at him, snarls even… but Harry isn't having any of it. He fucks her until her face contorts in pleasure, he fucks her until her need for his cock outweighs her need for control.

In the end, Fleur's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she climaxes HARD around his member. It's not the last one either, as he milks orgasm out of orgasm from the beautiful, voluptuous veela's body. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry can see Gabrielle also on the bed, touching herself to the view. The younger witch blushes prettily when he glances in her direction, but she doesn't stop groping her chest or fingering her wet, ready-and-waiting cunt. Harry smirks, and then returns his attention towards giving Fleur the time of her life.

Because she was right, in the end. She'd given him a bit of a fetish for the blonde and buxom. And now that she was beneath him, he was going to show her that all she'd taught him, all she'd shown him… he'd built upon it. Now he was the master, and she was the one who had much to learn if she was going to catch up to him any time soon.

With a grunt, Harry finally cums inside of Fleur. Fleur groans and her eyes flutter shut as her mouth forms into a small o from the feel of his seed pumping into her womb. Only once he's done does he pull free of her sopping wet quim and drop her ankles so that she's half hanging off of the bed. Turning towards Gabrielle, he lifts an eyebrow questioningly.

The younger witch is quick to 'assume the position' as he directs his attention towards her. Moving a little further up on the bed, the French girl spreads her legs wide, smiling and blushing all the while as she reaches towards him needily. Crawling up to join her, Harry moves past a still-recovering Fleur. He slides between Gabrielle's legs, and he places his cockhead against her nubile, young pussy lips, even as she wraps her arms around his neck and draws him down into a deep, passionate, eager kiss.

Their tongues dance with one another, and Gabrielle's inexperience rears its ugly head there too… but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it, as they pull apart and she looks up into his eyes.

"I-I want it like this, Harry. I want you to watch me… I want you to SEE me."

He can hear the emphasis in her words. As he slides into her and takes her virginity, Harry does as he's told and watches Gabrielle's face. Her eyes fill with both pleasure and discomfort, and her mouth forms into a wide O as he splits her on his massive member. Her face heats up, flushing with pleasure as he finally gives her what she wants. Not just the sex, no… that's only a part of it.

All Gabrielle has ever wanted is to be out from under her sister's shadow. All she ever wanted… was for Harry to see her as more than just the little girl that he saved that day. Well, now she's getting it. He sees her, and he makes sure she knows it as he leans in and presses his forehead to hers, his eyes staring into her eyes as he fucks her with slow, deep thrusts that quickly build up speed.

Her moaning and mewling is music to Harry's eyes, and he's quick to draw more of that out of her as he thrusts into her depths deeper and deeper each and every time he moves his cock forward. Her virginal insides give way before him, splitting apart to allow his shaft to reshape them, stretch them, bury itself inside of them. Gabrielle moans louder still, her back arching and her breasts pushing up into Harry's chest.

Gabrielle's first orgasm arrives in no time at all, and she cries out as she climaxes along his entire length. It doesn't stop there either though, as just like with Fleur, Harry draws release after release from the younger veela. Gabrielle's not like Fleur though, as much as she tries to be. She's younger, inexperienced, and unskilled. That's not to say Harry enjoys her body any less, to be fair. There's something to be said about a 'naïve, innocent virgin' as Fleur had called her. Just like there's something to be said about an experienced woman such as Gabrielle's older sister.

In the end though, Gabrielle just doesn't last as long as Fleur. Harry fucks like a machine, and in no time at all, it's clear from her heavily lidded eyes and quiet moans as well as the breathless panting that Gabrielle is already exhausted. So, he stops holding back. He cums inside of her as well, filling Gabrielle with his seed and pulling free of her tight, clenching, formerly virgin cunt.

She whines needily and reaches for him as he pulls away, but once he's out of her range she just slumps back and half-slumbers as she stares at him through barely open eyes. She's tired, tuckered out even… and Harry's never felt more like he's robbing the cradle than in that moment, having exhausted the young French witch.

Then, a pair of hands suddenly splay across Harry's chest as Fleur presses her breasts into his back, wrapping herself around him and purring in his ear.

"Did you think we were done yet, Harry?"

His cock is already rising between his legs once more as he turns around and looks Fleur in the eyes with a wicked grin on his face.

"Not by a long shot, Mademoiselle."

He butchers the pronunciation, as he always has. But then, Harry doesn't ever actually say it to impress Fleur. No, he does it so he can see her nose wrinkling cutely on her face as she rears back a little, as if physically slapped by the offensive way he tries to say the French word. With a growl at his grin, Fleur responds by smashing her lips against his, probably to shut him up just as much as it is to kiss him.

Harry chuckles against Fleur's mouth, even as he runs his hands along her back once more. They're far from done, that much is clear. And Harry is more than happy to show Fleur how far he's truly come since they were last together.

-x-X-x-

Hours later, all three of them are exhausted from just how many times they've done it. Even Gabrielle had eventually recovered and managed to snag a second and a third time while her sister was in one of her 'fucked silly' states. By the time the trio is finished, Harry is laying back in the middle of the bed, covered in sweat, while Fleur and Gabrielle cuddle into either side of him, molding to his body beneath the sheets. Both have content, satisfied smiles on their faces.

As Harry expected, the little competition that had started this all is completely forgotten. Probably because the two siblings now each understand that neither can truly satisfy Harry alone. Though it'd taken him a lot more time to teach Fleur that particular lesson than it had to teach it to Gabrielle.

"Harry… I would really like to make this long-term."

Gabrielle's sleepy voice reaches his ears, and Harry lifts a brow as he glances down to see her staring up at him with a somewhat tired but still cognizant gaze. She's completely of sound mind right now, albeit a sound mind fucked into a calm fugue of sorts.

"Mm, I wouldn't mind it either… sharing with my little sister might not be how I expected things to go, but if that is how it must be… well, I am willing to make the sacrifice~"

Fleur's teasing voice comes from his other side, and though Gabrielle growls at the joke made at her expense, Harry watches the two sisters reach out and clasp hands across his body, both sharing a more meaningful look as he lays between them, considering things.

"Well… I can't make a decision without talking to the six witches who can lay claim to me already. But if they give the go ahead… I don't see why not."

Gabrielle bites her lower lip at that, as if concerned that they won't all agree. Fleur on the other hand, immediately lifts her nose into the air.

"Then we shall endeavor to convince them."

Seeing her sister's confidence, Gabrielle's own resolve firms up and she sets her jaw, nodding sharply in agreement.

"Right!"

Harry just smiles and pulls both veela closer still, sighing happily.

"That's a problem for tomorrow… for now, it's time for sleep."

Neither of the two sisters disagrees with him there, and it's not long before they're all drifting off with smiles on their faces.

-x-X-x-

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