Not so many years ago, Hermione Granger would never have believed that she would choose to spend her free time surrounded by four pureblood witches from traditionalist families. Yet there she was, sitting beside her girlfriend Pansy and across from the Greengrass sisters and also Narcissa, and quite enjoying herself. They were sitting around a fire outside of Black Manor, and the heat from the fire combined with the wards placed on the Manor itself that just barely reached them where they were sitting was enough to keep the temperature quite comfortable. This was no mean feat, because less than a meter away from their fire it was freezing outside.
That didn't seem to deter Harry as he walked out carrying his brand-new broom, nor Gabrielle who ran close behind him carrying her own new broom, the latest Firebolt. It was the latest model of the famed racing broom brand, though Hermione knew that the latest Nimbus was actually currently the fastest broom on the market.
She couldn't have cared less about the competitive racing broom market herself, but when she'd happened to mention it in passing to Ron during a recent friendly floo call, he'd launched into a minutes-long monologue extolling the virtues of the newest and greatest Nimbus. Gabrielle had chosen to ask for the Firebolt not because it was the fastest broom, but because Harry had one too. He'd always stuck with Firebolts ever since Sirius gifted him his first in their third year at school.
Harry shook his head as he saw Gabrielle racing out into the cold wearing only a t-shirt, and one that seemed to struggle to contain her large arse. "I told you to put some clothes on, Gabi," he said. "It's cold out here. Your hands will actually go numb after just a few minutes of flying in that."
"It might not be the most practical clothing to wear when flying a broom in the freezing cold," Pansy said as Harry stared at Gabrielle, "but she sure looks damn good wearing it."
"It's rather small, isn't it?" Hermione mumbled. Much like her girlfriend, she could not take her eyes off of the improperly dressed veela.
"It should be," Narcissa said. "That's mine. Little minx stole it out of my closet."
"Well that explains that," Pansy said. Indeed it did. The shirt was made to fit Narcissa, meaning it was much thinner than Harry's shirt and also barely went past her arse even though she was tiny. Her nipples poked against the shirt, and their rock hard state made it abundantly clear that she was not wearing a bra. She was a very enticing sight that Hermione could not take her eyes off of, and she knew Pansy felt the same way.
"I'll be fine, sir," Gabrielle said. Harry pursed his lips and gave Gabrielle a stern look, and she squeaked as she seemed to anticipate what he would do next. For her part, Hermione was very surprised when he grabbed Gabrielle's arm, bent her over slightly so she was leaning over his leg as he stuck it out a bit, and tugged the bottom of the shirt up above her perfect arse, displaying that she was wearing only an extremely tiny thong beneath it. Hermione's eyes went wide, and she heard Pansy gasp at the sight of it. Was it because she was surprised or because she was aroused? Likely both, Hermione decided, knowing the way her girlfriend's mind worked. It wasn't like she had any room to throw stones in this case. She was admiring Gabrielle's bum too.
Harry hadn't pulled her shirt up to show her off though. He'd done it so he could deliver five hard spanks on that arse, which of course received effectively no protection at all from the tiny thong. Her otherwise bare bum jiggled with each impact of his hand, and it left Hermione entranced. Gabrielle's face was bright red after her sudden spanking had ended, and Hermione could feel her own cheeks heat up. Even Pansy was blushing a bit, and Hermione could attest that this was no easy thing to accomplish. The only girls not blushing were Harry's other girlfriends, though even they seemed surprised at what had just happened.
"Well," Daphne murmured. "That was…" She didn't finish her thought, but she didn't need to. The sultry look she gave Harry from afar was clear enough for all to understand what was on her mind. Harry chuckled, looked over towards the fire and gave her a rather roguish grin, and Daphne laughed and shook her head. To Hermione it looked like she rather than Gabrielle was the little schoolgirl here, having been caught by Harry overhearing what she'd said even though she'd been quiet as she spoke.
"I'll set up the racing rings you brought," Harry said to Gabrielle. "You, meanwhile, will get changed into something actually suited for flying in this weather, and then you can show me how good you are at broom racing and explain the rules to me properly." Gabrielle opened her mouth, but Harry talked right over her. "If I hear even a tiny whine out of you, you're going to have your nose in the corner for the rest of the evening like the naughty little schoolgirl you clearly still are."
Gabrielle zipped off, and Harry shook his head. "This yard is too small," he muttered to himself. Then there was something about stopping with the procrastinating, but Hermione was more focused on the look Narcissa and the Greengrass sisters were sharing. Daphne and Astoria grinned and nodded at her, and Hermione wondered what communication was being shared between them.
--
It was several minutes later, and Hermione was still blushing heavily at what she'd seen between Harry and Gabrielle. "Was that your doing?" she whispered to Harry's girlfriends. "Was it just for show, or--"
Astoria giggled and Daphne smirked at her while Narcissa actually answered. "Oh no, not at all," the Lady Black drawled. "That kind of thing is fairly usual around here. You could ask your girlfriend about that. I seem to remember her being taken over Harry's knee once or twice."
Hermione shot Pansy a wide-eyed look, but her girlfriend just giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "You don't need to lie, Narcissa," she said. Then she looked back at Hermione. "It was more than once or twice, dear, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't deserved it every time. I'd also be lying if I said it wasn't fun, especially when his big co--"
Hermione squeaked, shook her head and turned crimson. These were not details that she needed to hear about her best friend! And that they were coming from her girlfriend made it even weirder, even if that had all happened before she and Pansy had reconnected and begun to date.
Pansy giggled at her obvious mortification. "Okay," she said, snuggling into Hermione's side. "I'll stop teasing you so much." She was silent for a moment, either thinking or pretending to. "Are you sure you don't want a turn of your own? Authority is sort of your thing, and I'd enjoy watching or even just hearing about it later if you--"
"Pansy!" Hermione exclaimed. She was blushing as red as she ever had now, much to the amusement of the other four witches present to see it.
--
Harry won his races against Gabrielle, though they had been pretty close when they'd swapped brooms. Gabrielle had done well, but with Harry winning on either broom, it was obvious that he was simply a better flier than she was. She was pouting fairly noticeably, and cute as it was, Hermione decided to try and cheer her up.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Gabrielle," she said. "The rumors are true: Harry got offered several quidditch contracts. He decided to turn them down and be an auror instead because he didn't want to take the attention off of Ginny any more than he already did simply by being who he is."
"That's not exactly the whole story," Harry drawled. "I also had some unfinished business to deal with. Plus I happen to like my job."
"But quidditch isn't broom racing," Gabrielle grumbled, apparently not mollified. "You'd never even done it before today."
"More's the pity," Harry said. "Unfortunately we didn't have organized broom racing at Hogwarts like most of the other magical schools do. If we did I would have chosen it over quidditch. Flying was always the fun part for me."
"You beat me on both brooms, but there's no chance I'd beat any reasonably skilled flier if they were on that same one you have," Gabrielle muttered. "Allemand said his brother, the alternate on the French national team, was going to get him one for Christmas. If he was telling the truth I'm not going to be able to beat him this year. We were pretty close last term when our brooms were closer to even."
"Just take Harry's broom," Daphne said casually. "I'm sure he'll let you."
Gabrielle's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, I can't!" she said. "You three gave it to him as Christmas present! I will be fine. I can still come in second overall on my broom. I might even win a race or two if Allemand happens to make a few mistakes."
Narcissa scoffed. "Harry will be fine without a broom," she said.
"And if he isn't, he could always do that promotional shoot for the Bolt company," Astoria said with a grin. "They did offer to give him a broom for free as part of the deal."
Harry received direct stares from all three of his girlfriends, and Pansy snickered as she watched. Hermione smiled too, knowing what the inevitable outcome was here. For all his power, her best friend seemed incapable of refusing the women in his life anything. Sure enough, he waved his hand in the air, and the case for his broom came flying out from inside the manor. He caught the case, put the broom in, shrank it and shoved it into Gabrielle's palm.
"No, I can't," she started to say, but Harry grabbed her by the chin, ran his thumb over her lips and then down her jaw, silencing her quite efficiently.
"Don't argue, little one," he said quietly. "Just promise that you'll do your very best and go pack it away." His hand slid from her jaw to instead squeeze her throat, and Hermione was fascinated at how the veela's eyes changed.
"Yes, sir," Gabrielle said weakly, talking as best she could while being lightly choked. Her voice was heavy with lust; so heavy that Hermione swore she could almost feel the arousal pouring off of her. Fuck, maybe she could feel it. Could she really rule such a possibility out with a veela? "Thank you, sir."
Mere millimeters before they would have kissed, Harry denied her. Gabrielle let out a cry of inhuman frustration and desperation. "Please, sir," she begged.
Hermione was not ashamed to admit later that she had gotten wet from the sound of that plea. She'd long ago accepted her attraction to women, and Gabrielle's plea was the most erotic thing she could possibly conceive of for something so simple. She knew that if it had been her on the receiving end of that plea, Gabrielle would have gotten whatever she wanted out of her.
But Harry's resistance appeared to be at a superhuman level, because he just patted the veela's arse with the hand that wasn't on her throat. "Pack first," he said. "We don't have much time, unless you want me to stay here tonight."
"Please, sir, no," Gabrielle squeaked.
"Be a good little girl and go get ready then," Harry said after chuckling roughly. Gabrielle nodded and tried to pull away so she could do as he asked, and that was when she got what she wanted. "You've been such a good girl for us." He gave her that brief kiss, and even with it being such a fleeting press of lips it was obvious how much she enjoyed it.
"Thank you, master," she said softly when the kiss stopped and his hand looked set to release her throat. That was when he suddenly tightened his grip and choked her hard, and gave her a demanding, deep kiss. She went limp as he claimed her, but Hermione didn't think it was lack of air causing it. Gabrielle seemed to be experiencing sheer joy at being forced to submit like this in front of them all. Harry gave her a pat on the arse and let her go for real this time, and Gabrielle took off in a flash to go and pack.
"Hurry, Gabi," Harry called after her. "But don't leave anything behind. Make sure you've got everything before you bring that perfect arse back down here."
"Really, Harry?" Hermione muttered. "We are still here, you know." She tried for indignance to hide her embarrassment, but she had a feeling her wide eyes and burning cheeks gave her away.
"Sorry," Harry said, chuckling and not sounding sorry at all in truth. "She would have taken far longer to convince any other way."
"You had her convinced long, long before you let her go upstairs," Hermione replied. He was far enough away that he might not have noticed how breathy her voice had gotten, but there was no way his girlfriends had missed it.
"I was just having fun with a girlfriend in my own house," Harry said lightly. "Surely that isn't a problem? Really you should thank me for my restraint. I wanted to do so many other things, like stripping her naked and shagging her ri--"
"Enough torturing your best friend, dear," Daphne interrupted with a laugh. "You now how cruel it is to make her think about that and then not show her, don't you?" She smirked at Hermione, and Harry laughed.
"Fucking hell, I'm soaked," Pansy whispered into Hermione's ear as Harry came over to sit down between Daphne and Narcissa. "Can we sneak off, please?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Hermione murmured back as Astoria plopped down into Harry's lap and made herself at home. "Fuck, I need you, Pans."
Pansy gave her a wide grin, and Hermione could easily understand why. Her agreeing to do something like that was very unusual for Hermione, and Pansy also knew her well enough to know that when some expletives started to come out in her vocabulary, she was feeling very frisky.
"Looks like tonight's going to be a very fun night for me," Pansy whispered. Hermione blushed a bit more. She was getting really bloody tired of blushing today. She was a mature adult woman, not some silly schoolgirl!
"Not a word," she hissed harshly. "Otherwise you'll have to wait for yours until we got home."
They weren't the only ones reacting to the mood. Narcissa was giving Harry the same sort of sultry look that Daphne had earlier, and Astoria's look was far more blatant than even that. The younger Greengrass looked like she wanted to devour Hermione's best friend whole, or more accurately have him devour her whole, and Hermione seriously doubted that she would care that she and Pansy would be there to see it if he did. Hermione closed her eyes and did her best to contain her whimper.
"We need to talk about what you've started," she whispered to Pansy. "Soon."
"Anything you want," Pansy answered, grinning. "You know that. You can even have the things you're too stubborn to admit you want." Hermione just blushed and looked away, unable to refute her.
--
Gabrielle sat in Harry's lap in her family home, feeling like she was exactly where she had always been meant to be. They'd just finished dinner with her family, and the moment it was finished she'd claimed his lap as her seat as soon as possible. Her parents did not reprimand her for this, and in fact they were carrying on a pleasant conversation with both her and the wizard who had made her his. She should have felt pure elation as she sat there with him, but even as the conversation continued she felt dejection seep into her at the fact that she had to sleep here tonight.
She didn't have to, necessarily, but her parents had seemed very eager for her to do so. Her boyfriend and girlfriends had insisted that she honor their request once they learned of it. They were maddeningly committed to the idea that it should be her parents who saw her off for her final term at Beauxbatons. She did agree, to be fair. She just didn't want to sleep alone on a night where she wasn't being forced to because she was in school.
"So, Harry, where are the rest of your special ladies tonight?" Gabrielle's father asked.
"Oh, they're having a girl's night with two friends, and I was dismissed," he said casually. "Dismissed until the morning, actually. Unless that would be unwelcome."
Gabrielle looked up from the floor where she'd been brooding. "Really, sir?" she said, not bothering to try and hide her excitement.
"I don't have any issue with it," her mother said, grinning and shaking her head.
"Neither do I," her father chimed in. "But even if we did, I doubt it would matter. There's no keeping you apart, I'm sure." Her mood now bouncing back swiftly, Gabrielle beamed at Harry. He laughed and nodded his head.
"The other three might make me sleep on the couch if I came back home when I didn't have to," he said. Gabrielle was very nearly purring now at the thought of Harry sleeping with her here in her bed in her childhood home. It wouldn't be as fun as all five of them together, but it would still be a wonderful night.
"I think we can take our leave now," her mother said, nodding at her husband. "We wanted to have a nice meal with you on your final night before you go back to school, and we got that."
"Yes," her father said, nodding back and following his wife's lead in getting up from the table. "I don't see anything wrong with letting you spend the last bit of it with Mr. Potter." They didn't say it out loud, but Gabrielle wriggling around in Harry's lap helped them take the hint and decide it was time for them to leave. Gabi honestly wasn't even doing it intentionally. The young veela simply could not contain her excitement.
Harry grabbed her by the throat the moment her parents were gone, stealing her breath away. He was not being gentle at all by the standards he'd set for her and having him roughly force two of his fingers into her mouth let Gabi know what kind of night she would apparently be in store for.
"That little tongue of yours is wonderful," Harry said, giving a husky laugh into her ear. She did her best to use her tongue on his fingers, wanting to please him however she could. "Now show me your room."
Gabrielle grabbed his hand the moment he let her go, and she dragged him up the stairs and into her room as fast as her feet could take her. The moment she crossed through her doorway, his hand was back on her throat in a casual grip. She had to stand up on her tiptoes to touch the ground, and despite her excitement she couldn't stop her body from flailing in a panic.
Panic or not, she loved how dominant and aggressive Harry was being with her. He closed the door behind them and then carried her to her bed by her neck alone, or as close as he could come to that without actually hurting her. Before she even knew what was happening she was naked, and a second later she felt his cock on her arse and realized that he had somehow stripped himself down too. He pushed her face into the pillow and pinned her down onto her mattress with the entirety of his bodyweight.
He grabbed her in a tight headlock, her throat being squeezed between his forearm and bicep, and even though she was only able to see blackness with her face pressed into the pillow she still felt the world swaying dizzily.
"You're a lucky little girl," Harry growled while forcing her legs apart. "Our girlfriends were very generous." Gabrielle couldn't nod or do anything to agree with him. She couldn't even move a muscle. "I can do anything to you. You're my slave. And no matter what I did, no matter how vile or cruel it might be, no one could say a word about it."
His words, as well as the deadly serious tone with which they were delivered, were terrifying. But they also set her body on fire with uncontrollable lust. She shivered as she felt the tip of his cock prod at her arsehole.
"I could sodomize you right here until you broke, literally. You'd probably even thank me for it afterwards, too." She groaned as strongly as she was able given her current predicament, and he laughed. "Oh, is that exciting you, little girl?"
She managed to get out a small, muffle moan. It was terrifying to think about, but he was right. She would have absolutely no control over anything. Her master would dominate her completely, and it was something that she craved so strongly.
"Fortunately I don't plan to use you like that," Harry murmured, easing up on his headlock. "I think you'd prefer this anyway, my needy little slut." He moved away from her arse and pressed into her cunt in one forceful stroke, and she cried out in the usual agony that filled her when he did this. But it also came with even more of that blissful combination of pleasure and submission than it ever had before.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight it almost hurts." Gabrielle knew the feeling. She could barely breathe, and not just because she was pinned down so hard, her face was stuffed into the pillow or she was choked in a headlock. With his whole weight pressing down on her, his already large cock felt like it wasn't even giving her lungs room to expand with how big, how hard and how far up inside of her it was.
He reached his free arm under her hips and pulled her little body up by the hips so he could drive his cock as deep and hard as possible inside of her. She thought it might well be the hardest he'd ever fucked her, and it was glorious. He simply used her body. He didn't taunt her, praise her or tease her as he shagged her brains out in her bedroom at her family home. He didn't even make mention of the two orgasms he swiftly fucked out of her. No matter what, he just kept pounding her with brutal, fast strokes.
Harry flipped her over onto her back and kissed her roughly, and she was finally able to move. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him as much as she was able, and she did it without even realizing what she was doing until he chuckled into her mouth. Even so, he was so much taller than her that she couldn't get her legs anywhere near all the way around his waist.
Gabrielle let out a few squeaks after he was done kissing her. He fucked the last bit of air out of her, and she couldn't get any in. Now with none left to be fucked out of her lungs, she grew dizzier than she had already been thanks to how hard he was pounding her.
Despite her breathless state, she hit climax for a third time under the force of his thrusts. Harry paused then to laugh at her. "At this rate you're going to pass out before you get to enjoy your reward, little girl." She fought hard to avoid that fate as she felt him filling her to the brim with his cum.
"Gabrielle," he moaned into her ear as he came inside of her. He moaned her name. Not a pet name, but her real name! She didn't pass out, somehow, even if her response to his moaning her name was a jumble of French, English and incomprehensible babbles of nonsense. "Such a good little girl," he said, stroking her cheek. "You survived the whole thing that time, and I fucked you much harder than before."
She dug deep and steadied herself enough to respond to him in a voice that was breathy and actually comprehensible. "It doesn't get any easier to take, master."
He chuckled and leaned down to put his mouth right to her ear. "Good," he said roughly. "I want it to always be just as difficult to take it slow as it was at the start. And I want you to learn how to survive more and more; to learn how to push yourself so you can enjoy me fucking you so hard you think you might actually die. Because that's what my little girl wants, isn't it? You crave it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she moaned out. These thoughts that he'd put into her head played to her needs so perfectly that she got incredibly aroused again, and she shivered and wondered if she should plead for more of his cock now. She wasn't sure she could survive another pounding even half as the one he'd just gotten through giving her. She knew she would pass out from the pain with how sore she was, but she would love the experience that would get her there.
Gabrielle gasped as he flipped them over so she was on top of him now. "I want you to bounce up and down on me," he said. "I want to see that little belly getting stretched out by my cock."
She scrambled into position above his cock and just threw herself down onto it without any regard for her own comfort, prioritizing his desires above all else. "Harry!" she cried out, agony and bliss present in equal measure as she sank down onto him. His eyes went wide with surprise, and it made her feel proud of herself.
"Beautiful," he muttered, reaching up to play with her breasts. "Keep going just like that. I know you're sore and your legs are shaking, so just do your best. I'm so proud of you for being such a good little girl for me, and for all of us. You're our little princess."
She could barely contain her joy at this new nickname he'd just trotted out for the first time, as well as the praise given so seriously. She hoped he would always call her his princess from now on, and she was willing to do whatever it took, no matter what that was, in order to prove that she really was his little princess. Harry's little princess slammed herself up and down on Harry's cock as fast as she could make her body move, even as it fought her. Her legs gave way for a brief second, and she nearly sobbed at the failure, not wanting to disappoint him.
Harry chuckled and pulled her down onto his chest before grabbing her arse and using his hands to slowly roll her hips around on him. "Your master doesn't enjoy seeing you get upset like that," he said into her ear. "Unless one of your mistresses or I tell you that you've done something to displease us, I don't want you to get so upset with yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she moaned out. Her orgasm was so close now that she could feel it. "Oh yes, master! I promise I'll try! I promise! I just want to be a good girl for you!"
"You have been so far," he said with a chuckle. "And you always will be, little princess. I have no doubt about that."
After she was done screaming into the pillow beside his ear, he spanked her arse hard. "But if you were just a bit naughty, well, you know I like to do a bit of disciplining." She giggled and then moaned as he spanked her arse again, and again, and again, all while letting her slowly roll her hips to stretch herself out with his cock.
--
Apolline slowly opened Gabrielle's bedroom door, doing her best to be as silent as possible. Her youngest had never been an early riser, nor had she ever been known to respond well to being woken up unless it was in a very gentle manner. That was why her mother had reverted to her habit of slipping in silently, intending to go over and gently touch her daughter's shoulder to wake her.
She had forgotten that Harry had slept in Gabi's room with her, offering her a sweet back to school present of sorts form the rest of his and her girlfriends. That wasn't a present that would have been well received by nearly any other girl's family, but Gabi was a veela. Her father understood the common needs all veela shared, and he had accepted that her daughter had certain needs that only Harry and his girlfriends could provide.
It was sweet of the other girls, because even if they did enjoy nights where it was just the three of them in bed, Apolline knew that they would have much preferred to have Harry there with them. But they'd insisted that he come here so she and Sebastian could enjoy the last time they would send a child off to school, but also that Gabrielle wouldn't have to spend the night alone. They'd clearly known how bad her daughter needed to not be alone last night, something that had been very apparent to Apolline and Sebastian over dinner.
Gabrielle was only going to get more and more submissive from here, her libido would increase, and Apolline legitimately had no idea where they would finally settle. Hers and Fleur's hadn't settled at their peak but had instead been above average. On her end that had boded well for her husband, especially since he had been so understand that she had to take care of her own needs. In Fleur's case it was now a boon that was fully appreciated by a pair of partners in Edmund and Aella that, having been with them herself, Apolline could safely say were a far better fit for her than William Weasley had been.
Besides, she and Sebastian played often with other witches or veela themselves. She quite literally had to just by virtue of her veela biology. And it wasn't as if he ever lasted longer than her. No, he was fully human and thus always left so exhausted that he had to bow out before that point. The only fully human man she was aware of that wouldn't have ended up like that was Harry, but he was unique in many, many ways. As her husband had put it, there was nothing for him to be complaining about where her seeking outside sources of pleasure was concerned. He was the most satisfied man in all of France.
She tiptoed into her daughter's room, and she couldn't help but spy around the corner when she heard their voices. Apolline was greeted by the sight of her daughter with a leg on either side of Harry's, and cum dripping, almost flowing out of her. She was laying on top of him, and her arms were thrown around his neck. Her daughter looked far more rested than Apolline could ever remember her looking on any morning, let alone this early in the morning.
It was ironic that she could look so well-rested after having clearly gotten shagged rotten by the cock that she knew her daughter would always struggle to even fit fully inside of her, let alone get fucked hard by. But she would adapt to taking it as hard as Harry wished her to, and she would do it because of the pleasure it would bring not only her but also her master and mistresses. That in turn would bring her still more pleasure of a different sort by addressing her need to be submissive. Gabrielle's veela traits differed from those of her older sister and her mother, and Apolline was glad that she'd found the right situation to deal with them.
Harry had a firm grip of both of Gabrielle's arse cheeks, giving Apolline an even better view between her legs. She almost giggled at the reminder of how utterly obsessed he was with her daughter's arse, but to be fair she understood why. It was as if someone had taken the arse of any of his girlfriends or other lovers and stuck it on the frame of someone half their size, and somehow made the fit look natural.
If Apolline had an arse as proportionately large as Gabrielle's it would look ridiculous; the actual size would just be far too large. But in Gabi's case it was truly perfect, crafted by magic itself, which was quite literally true given her veela heritage.
"And you're going to be a good girl and not worry about the broom," Harry murmured. "You're just going to fly and win, aren't you?"
"But it has your name on it," Gabi whined after he avoided her attempt to kiss him. "I don't even want to scratch it. It's yours."
"No," he corrected. "It's yours."
"But what if I break it?" she protested. He just laughed.
"If you break it, I'll give you the other one I'll have soon," he replied. She made a noise again. "Or I'll buy you another one of your own. You know I always take care of my girls, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," Gabrielle cooed softly. Harry massaged her arse with the one hand still on it.
"And you're going to be a good little girl for me and your mistresses, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," she mewled. "I promise."
"So that means you're not going to worry about the broom," he chuckled. "You're just going to make sure you fly fast, and if we need to get a new broom that just means you've been a good girl for me and done your best. I always take care of good girls, so I'll happily reward you with a new broom, no matter the cost, and you will not utter a word of complaint." He kept rubbing her arse. "You can just thank me with this sweet little body, and then you'll fly fast again, understood?"
"Oh, yes, sir," she moaned. Clearly she loved the idea of thanking him with her body.
"That's my little princess," Harry said. Apolline's eyes widened a bit, not having heard him use that particular term of endearment before. She flushed with excitement for her daughter when she heard it, knowing right away that she would be over the moon with it. Gabrielle made a sound of such delight at the new nickname, and Apolline shivered as she watched Harry kiss her daughter in a way that made Gabi's toes visibly curl. Apolline shivered, wondering if she had enough time to burn off the sudden spike in her arousal with her husband before they left to take Gabrielle to school, but she couldn't tear her eyes away yet to even get started on that.
"Now then," Harry said as he pulled away. "Let's talk about the most important thing of all. You're going to make sure that you don't let anyone even think that they can walk all over you, let alone actually allow them to do it. Understood?"
Gabi whined, and her mother knew it was because she struggled with that concept because of her newly flared-up submissive tendencies, and also her general meek, kind and forgiving demeanor. "I'll try, sir," she said. She hated that she allowed it to happen just like everyone in the family hated watching or hearing about it but overcoming that instinct would be difficult for her.
"Not good enough, little princess," Harry said.
"I'll try, sir," Gabi whined again. "I'll try my hardest, I promise. But I might not be able to do it every time without you or the others there with me."
"We are there," Harry said quietly. He touched her collar, which turned into a stylish choker when anyone who didn't know what it really was came near. That list included her husband, though Apolline didn't know how long that would last. They weren't really even hiding it from him; it just hadn't come up.
Apolline slipped out of the room with a smile as Harry continued to work on getting her daughter to agree to his demands to make herself happy. It was strange to watch, but also very, very welcome. She walked off to find her husband, knowing that even if Harry didn't accomplish what he wanted completely, her daughter was still in the best hands imaginable for a veela of her disposition. Gabrielle would be a very, very loved and cared for little veela.
She was about to withdraw the memory of the touching moment to show her husband, only to blush just before doing so as she remembered the state of her daughter and the massive cock, thick and hard as granite, which had been jutting upwards beside her even after clearly having fucked her and filled her already. She shivered at the thought of it, and mentally decided she would just tell him about the moment itself without mentioning the particular details or state of undress. Those more exciting details, she would keep to herself.
Or maybe she would send the memory to Gabi's three girlfriends, she thought with a grin. They did deserve to see the fruits of their kind gesture the previous night, and it might get her in his good graces as well. She'd figured out by now that he was the one who'd told Daphne to hold off on involving her any more in the short term until they settled Gabi into her new role.
That was frustrating, she couldn't lie. He was such a glorious lover, truly the best in the world as far as she could tell, and he came with three beautiful witches who were also very talented in their own right and eager to have her join them for some fun on occasion. And yet he had declined her. No one had ever done that before.
--
As the rest of the students and their parents arrived around them, her mother and father both gave Gabrielle a big hug at the arrival area of Beauxbatons. She hugged them both back tightly, wishing that Harry could be there with her. Only two guests per student were allowed. That was something that had never been an issue before since only her parents had ever accompanied her, but she dearly wished that Harry could have been there to see her off today.
She did her best not to let it show though, not wanting to upset her parents or make them feel like they weren't welcome there. Of course she wanted her mother and father there with her; she just wished all three of them could have been there with her for this.
"Go on," her mother said, finally releasing her from her hug and nodding towards the line where the arriving students were being checked for prohibited items. She made her way towards the check line and followed the line of students filing into the school, and she made sure to look around and take in this view as she arrived for her final term.
She was about halfway there when she heard what she swore was Daphne's voice. "And just where do you think you're going, little veela?" Even though it seemed far more likely that she was simply hearing what she wanted to hear, she spun towards the voice hopefully, heart racing and pounding painfully in her chest. It was then that she saw she had not merely been hearing things, because Daphne was standing there. And it wasn't just her. Harry was there too, standing next to Daphne and grinning right at Gabrielle.
She rushed over and threw herself into Daphne's open arms, accepting Daphne's kiss on her lips with unadulterated delight. She could feel that Daphne was holding herself back and trying just as hard as she was to keep this from becoming a display too excessive to happen in public.
"Stori and Cissa wanted to come so badly too, but they both have early meetings today that they scheduled long ago," Daphne said once their lips finally broke apart. "They'll be coming to see you on Wednesday instead."
Gabrielle smiled. "It's perfect even with just the two of you here," she said honestly. She turned to Harry, who quickly put his hands underneath her shoulders to lift her up. She clung to him with her arms around his neck and her legs as far around his waist as she could reach them, and purred when his hands found her arse. He held her by the bum and gave her a tender kiss that made her want to melt and stay there in his arms forever. It didn't last anywhere near that long, but she was still beaming when he set her back down on her feet just as her parents caught up with them. Her mother pulled Daphne into a hug.
"I told you that we'd get in trouble if we made a scene," Harry said playfully to Daphne. Gabi briefly felt the urge to apologize because it was her fault, but Harry must have known what she was thinking because he gave her a stern look and shook his head. She blushed at how he could already anticipate how she would react.
"Oh yes, it's me that caused the scene," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. "It definitely wasn't you, celebrity that you are, coming over, picking her up and groping that big arse."
Harry snickered. "Well, two beautiful witches kissing is more exciting for all of our voyeurs, I'd say." It was his words that made Gabrielle look around and fully realize just how many people were standing and watching them. What struck her most was that it symbolized her now being their girlfriend, openly and publicly. It replaced the longing she'd felt while waiting for that moment with a nervous elation. She was finally where she was meant to be, and now the whole world was going to know it.
Madame Maxime came towards them, giving them a stern look for their public display. Harry was the only person Gabrielle had ever seen who was entirely unfazed by a look like that from her massive headmistress, though she'd heard Dumbledore hadn't been intimidated by her either. That seemed natural; Dumbledore was Dumbledore, after all. After thinking that, she realized that a statement like that could be applied to her master just as easily. He was Harry Potter, after all, even if it was easy to forget just how powerful he was and just how much people revered him when she saw how he acted in private. She wondered what the people gawking at the Boy-Who-Lived would say if they knew that Gabrielle had seen him scolded by his girlfriends many times.
Even her parents were not immune to the presence of Madame Maxime; they looked a bit like first year Beauxbatons students awaiting a scolding. Fleur probably would have looked much the same despite being a favorite of Maxime's when she'd been her student, and the normally confident Daphne averted her eyes from the Beauxbatons headmistress too.
"I do believe that the limit is still two guests per student," Madame Maxime said in heavily accented English.
Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "It's my fault, Headmistress," he said. "But you only get to go back to your school for your last term once, and I know how much I enjoyed mine."
That got a snort out of Daphne. "That's because that was the first time you spoke more than a few words to me." Gabrielle cocked her head at that, not having heard this story. "It was only after you knocked me over like a brute, of course, but I'm sure it still left a positive impression on you."
"You're the one who walked into me," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "That wasn't what I was talking about, but now that you mention it, the memory of that day got a whole lot better." He reached out and gave her arse a blatant squeeze, and Daphne slapped his arm and huffed at him. They could all see the delight dancing in her eyes and ruining the admonishment though.
Madame Maxime was still staring at Harry sternly, and he actually rose an eyebrow at her as if he was daring her to say something else. No one had ever done that sort of thing with her in Gabi's presence, and she was stunned by his boldness. Her headmistress finally sighed.
"Minerva was right about you," she said. "Stubborn and foolhardy, just as she said."
Harry grinned. "I think you'd find more than a few people who would agree with that. Surely you didn't expect anything less after being at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. I mean, I did fly my broom while being chased through the air by a fire-breathing dragon. And I was 14."
Madame Maxime smiled, but it was in that way Gabrielle recognized from teachers when they were going to get what they wanted from their student. "I heard from Minerva what you agreed to do at Hogwarts," she said.
Harry groaned. "A day out of a nightmare," he muttered. "Old hag is lucky I don't want to sleep on the couch." Daphne smirked at him and nodded her head.
"Splendid," Maxime said. "Why don't you come to my office once Gabrielle has said her goodbyes? She can accompany you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, and I really don't need you walking around alone and corrupting my students at a school that actually has a sense of decorum."
"You call it decorum, I call it snootiness, myself," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Maxime rolled hers right back at him before turning to walk into her school. "You are British, so I'd expect as much."
While Gabrielle said her goodbyes to her parents, Daphne was playing with Harry. "Oh no, dear, you know I have to work today," she said. "I'm not coming to your rescue." She grinned and gave Gabrielle a quick peck on the lips.
"Don't let him get into trouble, little princess. It's all he could ever do when he was in our school, and I doubt it's changed much just because this isn't his school and he's not a student anymore." She turned to leave with Gabrielle's parents, and looked back to give her a wave. "Wednesday," she said. "You know we expect a win!"
Gabrielle blushed heavily, and her stomach had been doing flips at Daphne somehow already having picked up on Harry's new pet name for her. She hurriedly dragged Harry by the hand through to the item scan, and as soon as they were through it she led him into her school.
--
"This corridor here is all spare classrooms," Gabrielle said, pointing to her left. She'd never expected to give anyone a tour of her school, but she was happy to lead her master and boyfriend around.
"And how long do we have before the end of the arrival period?" he asked casually.
Gabrielle checked the time and nodded. "Fifteen minutes, sir," she said.
He nodded, and then he pushed her into one of the unused classrooms and closed the door behind them. Harry locked and silenced the door and then turned to look at her. "Take that shirt off, and then come suck my cock."
Gabrielle blushed, shivered and above all obeyed, pulling her shirt off quickly and then hurrying towards him. This was the most exciting thing she had ever done! She went to kneel in front of him as he tugged his cock out of his trousers, and her mouth actually began to water while she stared at it. That would have been mildly humiliating if she wasn't so devoted to him as it was.
"No," he said, shaking his head before she could kneel. "Your knees will be dirty and it'll make it too obvious that you were up to something. Spread your legs, bend at the waist, arch your back like a good whore and make sure you keep your skirt over your arse."
"Yes, sir," she said. She spread her legs, bent and arched just like he told her to.
"Perfection," he muttered. She was delighted, and she did her best to make him happy as she took him into her mouth. Unfortunately this position didn't let her get to all of the spots she needed to in order to give him what she believed would be a passable blowjob for him. That just meant she had to work harder, and that it made a big mess of her face was no concern. She gave a frustrated whine when she was unable to get down to his balls without either her skirt slipping back over her or her back losing its arch, and he chuckled at her frustration.
"Alright, I won't torment you any longer, you adorable little thing," he said. He spun her around and bent her over the table. She moaned loudly as he pressed his cock inside of her. "Fuck!" he growled. "I need you to be able to walk properly after I'm done. And I can't mess up your hair either." She wanted to tell him not to bother, and that she didn't care what she looked like or how she walked as long as he gave her a good fuck. But she knew it wouldn't work and he wouldn't listen to her, so she just moaned instead.
"Squat down and suck," he said shortly. Gabrielle hurried to do it, and like this she was able to do a much better job of sucking him. She kept working as hard as she possibly could, doing everything she could to please him. "Swallow it all," he moaned. "Make sure you don't miss a drop." She was over the moon at her ability to please him, but she still couldn't manage to swallow it all. She instead got his cum all around her lips, and he seemed to find it an amusing look once he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Clean it up and then hop up on the table," he said. Gabrielle did so, and once she'd finished scooping his cum into her mouth and feeding herself with it he waved his hand and cleaned her face off completely. Then he grabbed her legs and spread them high and wide while moving to kneel in front of her, and Gabrielle's eyes went wide.
"My knees are under trousers that I can clean off," he said, before chuckling. "And my hair is a mess anyway. Unless I tell you otherwise, when I'm worshipping you, you may grab and yank on my hair as much as you want. Don't worry about it being uncomfortable for me. I want to know how much you love it every way that I can, my little princess."
Gabrielle began to cry, and she also began to cry out in pleasure simply from having him kiss near where she most wanted his mouth. She wasn't sure where the tears came from, but it was just so unbelievable to her that she'd been a good enough girl to earn this reward early. She wasn't supposed to have a chance at this until Friday.
Harry began slowly, and she was like she'd never been before. She clawed at his hair and did exactly what he asked her to, not worrying about his comfort as she inadvertently used all of her strength to grab at him while he licked her. He didn't mind the sharp pulling, if he even noticed at all.
His fingers slid inside of her as he pinned her down by the abdomen, and her legs wrapped and locked behind his head. "Please, sir!" she whined. "Please make me cum!" His licking somehow got even better after that, and it had already been heavenly. She whimpered and squirted all over his face and into his mouth.
Before she could apologize for any of it, he dove into her even more intensely. The licking became such that she couldn't even breathe, it was so good. She let out a choking, gasping sound as she tried to sob, moan and breathe all at the same time. He pinned her down hard and she wasn't sure why, but then he hissed into her pussy.
Gabrielle screamed so loudly even her ears hurt, and his vibrating tongue made it feel like he was physically reaching up and tugging the orgasm out of her belly once her world turned white and the pleasure shook her. She eventually came around, though she wasn't sure if she'd passed out for a moment or if it had just been her brain that had gone fuzzy. Once she was alert again she saw that she was dressed properly, and Harry laughed at seeing her blinking up at him.
"Thank you, sir," she whimpered weakly. She attempted to speak again, maybe to say that she didn't deserve it or that he was the greatest. Maybe she was trying to promise him that she would do everything he could dream of for him. It seemed likely that she would have said all of it if he'd given her the chance, but instead he cut her off with a kiss.
"We are definitely a few minutes later than we should be," he said, "but watching you like that…"
He trailed off while staring at her, giving her that same burning look he gave his other three girlfriends during very special and intimate moments. It was one of the few looks he gave to no other women, even regular lovers. She'd once heard Daphne's mother giggle and say it was a look reserved only for her daughters and Narcissa, though Gabrielle suspected that the Lady Greengrass had probably received it once or twice as well. She wondered if getting that look now meant that she would one day be as important to him as those three, or at least close to them.
"Let's go," he said, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "Otherwise I'll get us caught by bending you over every desk in this room." She shivered with desire at that idea, but he dragged her off by the hand and out of the room. He moved as if staying in there any longer would cause him to follow through on that threat for real, and if she wasn't so submissive to him she would have tried to resist and stay in the room long enough to see if it really would.
--
Gabriele beamed. She'd not only won all three of her races tonight, but Harry, Daphne, Astoria, Narcissa, Fleur, their parents and the Lord and Lady Greengrass had all come to see it. They'd all come to watch her!
Their group was gathered to celebrate, and no one had even begun to discuss anything other than her races until every major moment had been relived through their words at least twice. She was happily sitting on one of Harry's legs and lying against him as well as Daphne, who was at his side while Astoria mirrored her sister on the other side.
It was perfect. She would've expected to be self-conscious at how much attention they were drawing, but just like when she had been heading back to school early Monday morning, she wasn't self-conscious at all.
Astoria leaned over to give her another kiss out of the blue, and the look on Gabrielle's face made her giggle. "You're adorable. I missed these cute little looks you give me, and everyone else." Gabrielle blushed heavily as Harry and Narcissa chuckled.
"I think she'd have endeared herself to me even if I'd tried to resist," Narcissa said to Harry.
"You and everyone else," Daphne said, kissing the back of Gabi's neck.
Gabrielle felt arousal stirring in her belly a few minutes later, and she was surprised at how little control she had over herself. She shifted her body around, primarily so she could try to find any position that would allow her to hide the depths of her excitement for a bit longer. But all of her shifting was anything but subtle.
Her mother made eye contact and gave Gabrielle a knowing look and a wink before squeezing her father's shoulder. "It's getting cold, dear," she said to him. He nodded, got up and helped her to her feet, clearly taking the hint. So did Fleur and the Greengrass parents, apparently, because they all got up and cleared out quickly. As much as Gabrielle had enjoyed celebrating with them, she was glad to see them leave now.
"Anything," she whimpered once they were gone. "Please, sir, mistresses! Please, give me anything!" The three other witches shared amused smiles.
"You got relief on Monday," Daphne said, keeping her voice low. "Now today you're begging for it again, even though you were confident that you could go from Monday to Friday without any."
"It's getting worse, mistress," Gabrielle whined, which made Astoria and Daphne giggle.
"Yes, if I understand everything you and your mother have explained to us, I believe that is what it will continue to do until your birthday," Narcissa pointed out. "That is, what, roughly eight months away now?"
Gabrielle whined, her situation not being helped any by Narcissa's matter-of-fact reminder. "I can't survive if it gets much worse."
Harry smiled, helped her up and patted her arse gently, and it made her shiver. "You'll be fine. Just a few more months of this, and then when it'll really be at its worst you'll be with your mistresses."
"I don't think we can get up to your room," Daphne said with a smile. "You may be our little princess, but you're also still a little schoolgirl who has to obey the rules." Gabrielle blushed and whined at the teasing, wishing desperately that she could jump ahead in time a few months. "Come on then, I'm sure you have a private place to shower after your races." Gabi nodded eagerly, and Daphne's smile widened. "I snagged your master's invisibility cloak, so I think we should be able to get in without anyone noticing. Now lead the way, princess."
--
Gabrielle moaned loudly, and her back arched as her mistress lapped away between her legs.
She was freshly showered, having been thoroughly washed and even more thoroughly teased by her mistress. It had been wondrous. She'd never felt more pampered than while showering with Daphne, and the pampering had been more than just physical. Daphne had also pampered her through words, praising her and making her feel as wonderful as she could remember feeling. The satisfaction she got from pleasing her master could compare to it, but not much else could.
The cause of her satisfaction was that she had made her mistress pleased with her, and not just by winning her broom races. It was also about how she had been handling herself and sticking up for herself all week at school, how she'd confidently interacted with everyone today, and so many other little things. Now she was well on her way to her second orgasm, still dripping wet, and her mistress had ordered her to cross her wrists behind her back and sternly warned her that she'd better not dare close her legs.
In this way her mistress was the polar opposite of her master, who had been pleased to have her squeeze so hard with her legs that his head might pop and yank his hair right out of his scalp with her hands. He'd said it was all part of the reward, unless he said otherwise, but Gabrielle's mistress had the opposite view. It didn't matter to Gabrielle. This was such a wonderful feeling that she was happy to obey, as always.
Her mistress had been getting lessons from Gabrielle's own mother, not that Daphne or Astoria knew that. She might not have known what exactly was learned or how good Daphne had been before those lessons, but Gabrielle knew that Daphne was amazing now. Only her master had ever made her feel better with his mouth, and that was only when he'd brought out the hissing, vibrating tongue. She screamed through another big orgasm, and after she was done she received a desperate kiss from her mistress.
Daphne bit her lips roughly as she pulled away. "Tongue out," she demanded.
Gabrielle whimpered at the humiliating order, which happened to be one of her mistress's favorites, but she of course obeyed. The slow sucking of her tongue had her shivering with arousal. She felt incredibly submissive while being toyed with and used in such ridiculous fashion.
"That's my good little girl," Daphne grinned. "Such a good little girl. Now would you like to take care of my orgasm before or after your last one?"
Gabrielle gasped at the idea of yet another orgasm. "Whatever my mistress would prefer."
"I'll go first," Daphne said. "Then you can enjoy your last one without needing to worry about saving any energy for me. Now get down on your knees, little princess." The veela, shivering at the pet name, was gently pulled into her mistress's soaked cunt. "So talented," Daphne moaned as she got started. "Do a good job and I will in turn do my best not to be too rough on your hair or choke you out with my thighs."
She concentrated on doing her best, but not because she cared or was afraid of being choked out or having great patches of her silky hair ripped out of her scalp. Gabrielle focused because she wanted to please her mistress as best she could, like any good little princess would.
--
Narcissa entered Harry's office in the afternoon, Aella having already finished her post-lunchtime servitude under his desk and departed.
"Seriously," she groaned. "Didn't we all tell you that you'd better not do exactly what you are doing? And all because of Lord Malfoy." Recently she had started referring to Draco as such, choosing not to even use his name. The name reminded her of the boy he'd been before he followed too far down the same path his father had trodden.
"I was just about to finish and come find you," he said. He'd known how close he had been to this.
She smiled at him and headed over, sitting in front of him on the edge of his desk. "I hate to bring this to you right now, then," she said, grimacing, "but it really is urgent, or at least has the potential to be." He gave her a worried nod. "I was doing a bit of reading on the veela, somewhat so we could better understand our new little one, and somewhat because I was, well…confused about something."
Harry motioned for her to go on, and she sighed. "Did it never confuse you how it came to be that the veela with Gabi's' predisposition for submission simply vanished from modern record, and no one who wasn't a veela themselves knew about them? Even Fleur didn't seem to know as much about them as her mother did."
He paused, considering that. "I hadn't really thought about it," he said. "But now that you mention it, it really doesn't make sense that they managed something like that. Surely there were others who found loving men or women to take care of them. And even if not, there would have to be those who would take advantage of them, or at least some incidents here and there that would make it impossible for the knowledge of their existence to fade."
Narcissa nodded at him. "Before we talk about that any more, I also found something that we'll all really need to be aware of. Apparently this was only in those same old texts, but a veela that takes too long during her maturity before she begins to address her needs will wind up becoming more entrenched in their nature. The first time their needs are met is when their true maturity is triggered, and that's when they begin to stabilize the rate at which their nature takes control of them. So for example, a common veela would become even more aggressive in their pursuit of their needs the longer they waited before dealing with them for the first time. This would seem to be where the negative opinions towards veela come from, but—"
"But it means Gabi made herself even more submissive by denying things like she did," Harry said, cutting her off. He frowned and shook his head. "Why would Apolline allow that?"
"I'd assume that she just didn't really understand," Narcissa said. "Or perhaps she was even told that all veela got more aggressive with a delay, and she thought it might help with Gabi's problems at asserting herself."
Harry nodded, thinking Narcissa was probably onto something. Apolline would never do something to deliberately put either of her daughters at risk from what he could see. "Well, we'll have to be extra cautious and make sure we give her every chance to be as submissive as she needs to be with us. That way she doesn't need to be submissive in any other aspect of her life." Narcissa nodded in agreement. "But about the other point: what have you figured out? I know you must have something."
"Yes," she said, frowning, "I did. I think that these covens managed to keep the information from spreading by ensuring that every veela of Gabrielle's submissive dispositions was taken in by a coven, and then once they're there, they aren't allowed to leave. And because of their nature, they—"
"They would submit to what the covens wanted," Harry interrupted, grimacing. "Even if they didn't want to stay, they would never leave." Narcissa nodded solemnly. "They probably use some sort of spell like the one Hogwarts uses to track potential future students, only this one would trigger either at the start of maturity or…at that moment where they give in to their needs. The second seems more likely since Gabi hadn't already been taken in, but maybe they just allow them to finish school first." If that was the case, it was even more fortunate that he and his girls had gotten to her when they did.
"I agree that the second is more likely," Narcissa said. "And I doubt they get a choice about their schooling. It still presents opportunities for others to question why they behave differently from other veela.
Harry's head snapped up in alarm. "That would mean—"
"I'm surprised they haven't come already," Narcissa said, finishing his thought. "But it does seem like it'll be any day now. Unless, perhaps, everything occurred so far away that it didn't trigger whatever methods they're using to monitor her. But that seems unlikely if it's anything like how Hogwarts fills their list of students to owl, which can reach across the world if necessary."
Harry had heard all he needed to hear to know that they needed to act, and they needed to do it now. "Kreacher," he called. "Can you go and find Apolline Delacour at her manor? Tell her to come immediately. She's in France, so you'll need to go to the property there first. Tell her I said it's urgent."
"At once, Master Harry," Kreacher said before popping away. Harry felt a headache forming as he watched him go.
"For fuck's sake," he said. "Dealing with this seems to be coming at the worst possible moment." He groaned and looked at Narcissa, knowing that this wasn't the best moment to bring this up given what was going on with Gabrielle, but also knowing that she needed to know. "I should probably mention that there's a real possibility that Draco, and whoever he's working with, visited Nurmengard."
Narcissa gave him a shocked look, but Apolline rushed in before they could discuss it any further.
--
Gabrielle could see her mother's hands shaking as she stood and talked to the 'queen' of her previous coven, as well as the guards that accompanied her. Ten veela flanked the queen, five on either side, as if she was truly royalty. They were standing just outside the wards of the manor, and even from Gabrielle's position quite a ways away the nerves her mother was displaying were clear. Still, she was protesting vehemently. Actually she was doing more than merely protesting or stating her case. She was informing the queen that there was no chance her daughter would be leaving with them to join the coven.
Her mother had confirmed that Harry's (or more accurately, Narcissa's) suspicions were correct. To say she had been furious about it would be an understatement, and it was even worse that the veela from the coven had shown up at Beauxbatons mere minutes after Gabi had gone home for the weekend. The only reason she hadn't been there and caught completely off-guard by their sudden arrival had been because her final class that day had ended early.
Madame Maxime had flooed them immediately, and she'd looked as furious as either Gabi or her mother had ever seen her. She'd informed them that she had tried to stop the coven's intrusion, but this agreement for them to take 'guardianship' of veela if necessary was unknown to her. It was an agreement between the covens and the Board of Governors and thus Maxime had not even been able to stop them from using the school's wards.
She'd promised she would deal with it though, feeling it was unacceptable regardless of the apparent legality of it. But then she'd looked sad and said that Gabrielle should perhaps consider all of her options, as she doubted she would be able to get any changes to the rules pushed through quickly enough to help Gabrielle, if she could get them pushed through at all.
The veela from the coven had appeared at the edge of the wards protecting the Delacours' home mere moments after that floo call had ended, and just after Gabrielle's mother had sent off a hurriedly scribbled note with an elf to be delivered to Harry. That would take a bit of time owing to the natures of international travel, even when moving through channels like the one they'd used since Christmas.
Gabrielle could see that the veela from the coven were getting irater, but so was her mother. When the queen's guards drew their wands, followed immediately by her mother doing the same, Gabrielle went to hurry out beyond the wards and help her. Her father wasn't home yet and she didn't know how long it would take for the message to reach Harry, so it was up to her to help her mother. She was the only one who could.
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder before she could move towards the barrier of the wards, but it wasn't Harry's. She turned her head to see her father, looking beyond furious. He moved her back a couple of paces and went to take a step past her, only for both of them to have to pause at the oppressive feeling of an overwhelming amount of magic filling the air. Before she knew it she was wrapped up by too many arms to count, and instinctively she tried to fight them off.
"It's okay," Daphne's voice whispered soothingly to her. "We've got you." That meant that the other arms (there were six of them in total, she now realized) could only belong to Astoria and Narcissa.
"Everyone stays where they are," Harry said from her side. There was control and steel in his voice, and she knew that it wasn't her master or her lover standing next to her right now. This was the man the world was in awe of or afraid of, depending on what side of the battle lines they stood on, and with good reason.
Her mother was summoned back through the wards. It wasn't possible to summon human beings from that distance, or so Gabrielle thought. Harry didn't seem to put much stock in the normal rules and principles behind magic and what was and was not possible. Then he walked out beyond the wards, and as he passed her Gabi felt more raw, carnal excitement fill her than ever before in her memory. She could tell that the other witches holding her all felt the same. She could feel their hard nipples against her, as well as their heavy breathing. It was a byproduct of his magic and the impact it had on them. Not even her mother was immune, as she soon began breathing the same way. Such power was irresistible, and doubly so for a veela.
Gabrielle still couldn't hear what was being said from this distance, but she could see that Harry was speaking to the coven queen and her guards with far less patience than her mother had. The queen responded in kind, and when one of her guards moved to raise her wand at him, Harry gave a casual wave of her hand without even looking in her direction. The guard went tumbling head over heels for several feet.
"We will not stop," the coven queen said, her voice carrying now that she had gotten so furious. "You won't just have our one coven focusing on you. The entire veela nation will back us on this. We will have what we came for."
"You didn't come here to pick up some object," Harry snapped. "You lot are as bad as those bastards you keep swearing you're doing this to protect her from."
The next thing the queen said could not be heard, but Gabi did get to witness Harry's aura for the first time, the aura that Fleur had described for them after having seen it through the pensieve memory of his rescue of Narcissa. Her description, which truthfully Gabrielle and her parents hadn't found entirely believable, paled in comparison to the reality of what she was now seeing. The magic poured off of him in a green hue, and even from here they could feel it as if it was pressing on their shoulders to force them to their knees.
"You and your pigeons should leave now before I react poorly," Harry snarled. "If I hear even the slightest whispers about you coming near the British borders, let alone if I get notice that you come through the wards, it will be the greatest regret of your lives. It will be the biggest mistake in the history of the entire veela nation."
The coven queen was the only member of her group who could continue to stand, snarl and glare at him. "One day, we will have what we came for," she said just before she left, her guards flanking her for protection. There wasn't a doubt in Gabrielle's mind that if Harry had decided to attack the queen before she left, those guards would have been no protection at all.
Harry came back through the wards, visibly breathing deeply and doing his best to tamp down his magic. Despite everything that had happened, the thing that she struggled most to believe was how he was back to his normal, smiling self by the time he reached her. Gabrielle wasn't complaining though.
"Thank yo--" she began to say, but he took her into his arms and gave her the most passionate kiss he had ever given her up to that point. Her heart was still racing from that when he pulled back, and it didn't calm down any when she got a repeat of that passionate kiss from each of the other three witches in her life.
Harry was talking to her parents when Astoria's lips left hers, and he looked over at her and gave her a grin. "Still up for going to Hogwarts, little princess?" Gabrielle just nodded at him, wide-eyed.
"Traveling and studying abroad for her final year was a wonderful experience for Fleur," Gabrielle's father said, smiling gently. "It helped her complete the process of growing out of her vanity and becoming the wonderful woman he is today. I'm sure it will be just as wonderful an experience for you, Gabrielle."
"Thank you, papa," she said. She knew he would have preferred to have her finish up at Beauxbatons if at all possible or safe, mainly because he was worried about her moving to a new school given her disposition. Gabrielle wasn't worried though. At Hogwarts she would be so much closer to her master and her mistresses, and they would know how to sneak in to be with her. Or perhaps Harry could use his connections there to allow them to come and visit her whenever they pleased. She would be close to them either way, so she'd be fine.
Gabrielle's sister suddenly raced towards them, wand drawn and eyes looking around frantically before she saw their gathered group in apparent calm and she visibly relaxed, realizing that the immediate threat had passed. Daphne and Astoria's parents came out just behind Fleur, and they looked similarly relieved when they saw everyone there safe.
"Ah, you made it just in time," her father said, motioning towards the new arrivals and nodding his head towards the manor itself. "Dinner should be ready." Gabrielle followed him and the others into her childhood home, being led by all three of her mistresses, who surrounded her much like the guards had surrounded the coven queen. Gabrielle doubted that the queen felt anything close to the security and the comfort that she felt surrounded by three witches who loved her though.
--
Apolline held back as most of their group went off to dinner. Her eyes were on Harry, who stayed still and looked to be deep in thought as he stared towards the ward lines. Finally she couldn't hold back any longer. "What happened?" she asked him. "What was said that you aren't telling us?"
"Nothing," he said, before laughing. "I actually mean it this time; there was nothing. I just get the feeling that they really won't give up, and I'm hoping I can deal with the other major issue on my plate before they manage to bring the problem to Britain." She nodded silently, unsure what to say, but he didn't seem to be waiting on a response. He smiled at her and motioned for her to head in with him and join the others.
She took a few steps to do that, but she could no longer help herself. The emotions of the moment were too strong once combined with the arousal she'd already had pent up inside of her solely because of and for this young man. She grabbed his arm to stop him, and when he looked towards her she threw herself at him.
Harry caught her without protesting, and he did not hesitate to give her what she needed. He snogged her hard, and she was overjoyed at the chance to pour all of her lust, her emotions, her fears, her gratitude and her desperation into the kiss. Eventually he pulled away, but she needed more. She panted like an animal in heat, which wasn't too far from the truth, and stared at him in a silent plea to take her right here, right now, right on this very spot.
"Sorry, but not tonight," he said, patting her arse. "I know my girls well enough to know that the brave faces they're putting on are going to crumble the moment we get home. There won't be time for anything or anyone else, I'm afraid. This one will hit very close to home for all four of them in different ways. But if you manage to wear your husband out at some point over the weekend, I think you'd find yourself welcome at my manor, or with the Greengrasses." He shrugged. "Or perhaps both, if your needs are that great." She blushed at his teasing tone, and he grinned.
"Finally," he said, chuckling. "It's only been a week, you needy slut. Merlin!" He casually led her back into her own home with his hand on her arse, and he did so after speaking to her like no one else ever had aside from her husband. It made her blush, and it also made her arousal flare up so hot she thought it might burn her stomach. He led her into the dining room, and she wasn't sure whether she was closer to dying of shame of cumming on the spot.
"Go over and sit next to your husband, you silly witch," he said when she didn't move towards her seat right away. He gave her a pat on the arse, and then a hard smack on it that sent her scrambling over to her seat. Apolline squealed and blushed brighter as everyone, including Sebastian, laughed at her.
"I presume I will be dragged off before dessert is served?" he whispered into her ear.
"Yes," she whispered back, "if I can wait that long. You're going to have one of those nights that leaves you barely able to move the next morning. In fact, it's very likely it will be the most exhausting night yet for you."
Sebastian chuckled. "I had better get out the pain relief and pepper-up potions while I still have a chance then." She grinned and gave a soft laugh.
"You might want to think about two pepper-ups," she suggested.
His smile widened. "Sounds like a fun night."
--
"We can never repay you, Harry," Sebastian said seriously. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Sebastian shook his head. "Do not bother with those protests." Harry chuckled and sat back, ceding defeat. "If there is anything I can do, please allow me to do it."
"There is, actually," he said, surprising Sebastian, who nodded for him to continue. "I still have the other issue to do with, and I need the Nurmengard access log and any information about the place that you might be able to get access to."
Sebastian looked startled, but he nodded slowly. "I can provide it. But surely what you're suggesting isn't true?"
"Unfortunately, it seems likely that it is," Harry said with a grimace. "In fact, it would be nice to have an official visitor's pass instead of having to sneak in. But if arranging for one would raise any attention to you, please don't go to the trouble."
"I'll see what I can do," Sebastian said. "Also, given what has happened, I think Apolline and I may move to live in Greengrass Manor. Or perhaps the villa you so kindly provided."
"Of course," Harry said, smiling. "Do you want me to ask Ted Tonks to come and provide some additional wards? I'm sure Astoria would enjoy assisting and learning, too."
"That would be most appreciated," Sebastian said. "I'd prefer to have the peace of mind, regardless of the 'leniency' Apolline was told we would receive, which seems like nothing but empty words."
"I'll speak to Ted," Harry said, and then he smiled as he saw the chance to lighten the mood a bit. "If you do move into Greengrass Manor, you may want to speak to Aella about putting silencing wards up on her bedroom." Sebastian looked exactly as Harry expected him to at the thought of the noises Aella and Edmund, and more importantly Fleur, traveling throughout the house while he was there. Harry had to laugh at the expression on his face.
"Thank you very much for that image," Sebastian sighed. Harry laughed harder.
--
While everyone was readying to depart from her home, Apolline was pinned against the wall by Harry. Excitement surged inside of her, but he just gave her a frustrated look that left her worried.
"I know about your lessons with Daphne," he said flatly. "But I'd been under the assumption that you were instructing both through her practicing and you demonstrating, until I just now found out that it wasn't the case."
That was the one little power game she had been able to keep going over the otherwise dominant witch, and that solely because Daphne was that eager to be better than her girlfriends at some aspect of pleasing him. But it seemed like that was about to come crashing down around her.
"Daphne is never to be in a position beneath you," Harry said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Understood?" What could she do but nod? "Good. I'll come find you this weekend. I assume you'll be here packing your things?" She gave him another nod.
"Does that mean I shouldn't come and find you if I wear my husband out before then?" she asked once he let her free from the wall.
"Yes, but I wouldn't worry too much about that if I were you," he said, chuckling. He walked away from her, and Apolline stared at his back.
Neither of them noticed Daphne, who had been eavesdropping and now looked like a very delighted witch.
--
Much later in the evening, they were finally enjoying themselves.
Harry had convinced McGonagall to agree, but to hear him say it, the headmistress had been delighted to accept Gabi to Hogwarts. From there he'd spoken to Madame Maxime, accompanied by Narcissa who for whatever reason had insisted that she wanted to be there for it. Gabi had been confused by that until Daphne whispered into her ear that this would have been a somewhat personal fight for Narcissa since she had been forced into her marriage to Lucius Malfoy.
Maxime had still been beyond outraged with the veela coven, the school board and others. She was confident that she would be able to get a victory and make the changes she desired, but had still been of the same opinion regarding it likely not coming in time to keep Gabrielle safe. She had fully supported and even encouraged Gabi's transfer to Hogwarts, and had been perfectly accommodating of Harry's elves moving Gabi's things out of Beauxbatons and into his manor.
Gabrielle would need to meet with McGonagall herself tomorrow to discuss things relating to her transfer to Hogwarts, including where she was going to be staying. But right now her focus was only on bobbing up and down on her master's cock. Her arse was high up in the air as she knelt between Daphne's legs and her mistress played with her arse.
Astoria was opposite her, her own arse high up in the air and being played with by Narcissa while she sucked on Harry's balls lovingly. She used her tongue on the part of Harry's cock that Gabi's mouth and tiny hands couldn't always cover, and Harry was moaning softly and praising them both. Gabrielle thought that she and Astoria made a great team, and Harry clearly agreed.
Gabi's favorite part was when they swapped placed, because she got to kiss Astoria with his cock in the middle. The way they got their master so excited made her feel like she was doing at least a tiny bit to thank him properly for saving her, and not even for the first time.
Narcissa smiled at Gabi when their eyes met, and she tenderly stroked her hair while she sucked. Gabi mewled and purred around Harry's cock when Narcissa's hands grabbed onto her hair and briefly took control of the pace and depth of her sucking, but Narcissa wasn't overly demanding about it. Instead she made her go nice and slow, but take him deeper as she did so. Gabrielle fought hard to get more of his cock into her tiny throat, though she was still well short of even getting it halfway down.
"This is not how I imagined it would happen, but I'm still very glad that our little princess is in Britain with us," Narcissa said.
"I couldn't agree more," Daphne said. Astoria showed her own agreement by forcefully kissing Gabi, who shivered with utter delight.
"I'm close," Harry moaned after a few more minutes of teamwork. Gabrielle swapped with Astoria, knowing that she would find those spots she discovered while Astoria swallowed his cock with the kind of ease that only she could. That combination would make her master feel the best, and that was all that mattered.
Astoria was happy to swap, and Gabrielle watched her facefuck herself above her while she did her part to help make Harry writhe. She barely even noticed as Astoria's saliva dripped down onto her face, and if she had noticed it wouldn't have stopped her.
Harry came not long afterwards, and once he'd finished Astoria pulled off of him and gave Gabi another rough kiss. During the kiss she was force-fed the portion of his cum that Astoria didn't swallow, which wound up being almost an entire mouthful. Gabrielle moaned excitedly as she swallowed Astoria's gift.
"Thank you for sharing!" she said brightly afterwards. Astoria giggled.
"Of course," she said. "You did half of the work, so you get half of the reward."
"Are you ready to watch me play now, Stori?" Narcissa asked. "Or should we put this thing away?"
"I'm ready to watch!" Astoria said eagerly. "I got what I wanted, and it was yummy." She shifted to cuddle into Narcissa's arms, purring as Narcissa laughed and fondly petted her hair. Daphne shifted to lie on Harry, and Gabrielle was confused and dejected at her mistress not claiming her like Narcissa had claimed Astoria. But she soon learned that she wasn't been neglected at all. Instead she was about to be included.
Harry lifted her up and put her on his lap. "If you can be a good little girl and not make too much noise, you can watch and ride nice and slow," he said.
"I'll be good, I promise," she said quickly She bit her lip at the delightful agony of his massive cock filling her tiny pussy up. Astoria giggled and reached over to run her hand on Gabrielle's tummy.
"I'll never get over how this looks," she said. "None of us will." Harry groaned.
"Merlin, I can feel your hand going through her," he said. Astoria giggled and pulled her hand away.
"You'll ruin the show, sir," she said. Daphne giggled, kissed Harry's neck and reached over to put some pressure on Gabi's belly with her hand.
"Amazing," Daphne murmured. "I can feel it sliding through her."
"Feels fucking incredible," Harry groaned.
"Mmmhmm," Daphne mumbled. She tiredly rested her head on Harry's shoulder. Gabi did her best to keep her sounds quiet upon seeing how tired her mistress was, but she quickly failed at that. It hurt too much and also felt too good, just like always. Daphne smiled and picked her tiny pair of knickers up off of the bed. "Open wide, little slut."
Her mistress's knickers in her mouth helped Gabrielle keep the noise down.
--
"Enjoying yourself, little princess?" Harry whispered a half an hour later. She nodded and continued to slowly roll her hips, making his cock stretch her out with every tiny movement as it pushed deep inside of her and hit the very end of her cunt so painfully that tears dripped from her eyes. She hadn't moved to make it stop doing that even briefly. It might be torture, but it was the kind of torture she craved.
"Me too," he said after she nodded. "I think I'll use you like this every time we sit down to watch anything. Would you like that?" She nodded as frantically as she could without distracting the others, and he nipped at her ear. "Go ahead and let out a nice scream when you cum this time. I'll make sure you don't distract anyone." His hand reached up to squeeze her throat while he firmly wrapped an arm around her waist to pin her in place and not let her wriggle around at all, and it set her off.
Thank you, sir, she said in her head over and over again as she did as he said.
--
It had been nearly three hours since the others had fallen asleep and yet Gabi was still awake. Astoria had been the last of the three witches, just before Harry himself, and this time it hadn't been because she needed a hard fucking every night before bed. Gabi had stumbled in on Astoria crying, and as Harry comforted her, Gabi learned that she was crying out of concern for her, and kept telling Harry how they couldn't let her go anywhere else because her life would be even worse than hers and Narcissa's used to be.
Gabrielle had never felt so guilty and yet so loved at the same time. It showed just how much care had developed between her and the others only weeks after meeting them properly, and that was an amazing, humbling thing. Gabi had not been able to fall asleep since.
It didn't help that Harry's magic and the way he'd acted left her so aroused still. He'd stated his ownership of her so clearly and had been willing to fight against no less than eleven respected and feared veela to protect her, and that had her little body on fire even in the middle of the night. The worst part of that at the moment was she was more than just damp between her legs while straddling one of his. She was lower down on his chest, and Astoria's large, perfect breasts were right in her eye line too, teasing her.
Her small shift made Harry groggily open his eyes and look at her, and she quickly blushed and pretended to be asleep. His quiet chuckle told her how unsuccessful that had been, and she tried to apologize. Instead he scooped her up and carried her out without waking the others. He carried her downstairs, sat on the couch and pulled her down to straddle his lap.
"This is hardly the first time I've been woken up by a desperate witch," he said. "I've been dating those three for a while now. Though I'm not sure I've ever seen anyone as excited as you are." He showed her the slickness on his fingers, and she blushed. He showed her how he felt about it by kissing her roughly and passionately.
"Please take care of me, sir!" she begged. "I'm sorry you always need to take care of me instead of me taking care of you like a good girl should! But I feel like I might die! It's never felt this bad before! Not even before you claimed me!" He growled, and suddenly she was on her back with her legs pushed up and her arms bound behind them. She shivered at how exposed she felt.
"No more pleading or apologizing, little princess," he said. "I'm going to play down here for what I expect will be a few hours, and not just because you need it. I have to taste you when you're like this, and I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse. Only then will I fuck you until the sun rises."
"You're the best, master!" she cried in pleasure as he kissed her thigh. "I don't deserve you!" He gave a hard slap to her inner thigh in warning, and she switched to simply thanking him over and over again while he followed through on his promise.
Whether she deserved him or not, she had him, or more to the point he had her. And Gabrielle couldn't imagine there would be any night for the rest of her life where she wouldn't feel incredibly lucky to be his.