Birthday Girl Chapter 3

I'm gonna try posting this normally, but if it gets taken down like chapter 2 then I'll have to repost it.

“CONGRATULATIONS!”

Victoire’s stunning looks had trained her long ago to be the center of attention. If they hadn’t, she would’ve been a stuttering mess as almost a hundred people wished her their simultaneous congratulations.

She didn’t even know most of them! Her mother’s family had taken the liberty of inviting plenty of their friends and acquaintances. The Weasleys didn’t bring many people they weren’t related to. Not that it mattered, given how huge the clan was. All of Victoire’s uncles and her one aunt had come with their families and children. 

Some of Victoire’s school friends were there too. Victoire made sure to greet them herself, but they hadn’t been allowed to hang out for long before playing host dragged Victoire away. She was so tired of smiling and shaking hands.

Still, she considered it all worth it. Because earlier, in the middle of all that handshaking, there was… Well, Harry had come.

It was that simple. She hadn’t seen him in person since the summer. That was before she became… the way she had become. He shook her hand to congratulate her. For a second it had looked like he was going to kiss her hand, and Victoire’s heart beat so loud she was sure he could hear it. If she actually felt his lips she probably would’ve cum on the spot.

Her mom dragged her off to meet other guests, men from France that were twice Harry’s age and half as good looking, and Victoire was too stunned to say she wanted to stay by Harry. That was probably for the best. If she’d been around him any longer, she might have caused a serious scene.

The time for chatting was done for now; or maybe just put on pause. Uncle George had gotten a fifteen-decker cake that was as tall as an adolescent troll. As the birthday girl, it was Victoire’s job to cut the first slice. Because Uncle George was the one who got it, she didn’t trust the cake at all, so she cut her piece as fast as she could and held off on taking a bite, waiting for other people to do so first.

While she waited and watched slices get handed out, Victoire searched the crowd. She was technically looking for Harry, but she would’ve been happy with spotting Gabrielle. Victoire’s aunt talked every day since she arrived about how she was going to make this the best day of Victoire’s life, yet Victoire hadn’t seen any sign of her since the event began.

“Won’t you eat?”

“Grandmama!” Victoire said. “How are you?”

Apolline Delacour looked young enough to be Victoire’s mother, which made sense because Fleur looked young enough to be Victoire’s sister. Veela genetics were something else. At least Victoire knew she had a bright future ahead of her… as long as she didn’t go completely mad from her feelings toward Harry.

“Iz zere somezing I am missing?” Apolline asked, sitting down in the chair next to Victoire’s. “Zis cake looks magnifizent, but you will not touch eet.”

“Oh. No, Grandmama,” Victoire said. “I am sure it’s fine.”

She took a bite. She’d seen others do it by now, so she assumed George acted mature when he put it together. Maybe Aunt Ginny was looking over his shoulder.

“Good?” Apolline asked.

“Very,” Victoire said. “You should get a slice.”

Even though Apolline was here next to her, Victoire’s grandmother didn’t have cake or even a plate. Apolline spread her empty hands.

“Cake doez not agree wiz me,” she said. “Eet eez much too sweet. I am only here because I wanted to speak wiz you, Victoire.”

Victoire wasn’t sure why the idea surprised her so much. “Of course, Grandmama. Is there something that was on your mind?”

“Just a couple of zimple questions,” Apolline said. “You must tell me, Victoire. ‘Ave you been feeling alright?”

Victoire almost dropped her fork.

“Feeling alright how?” she asked.

“I am asking of zou ‘ave ‘ad certain kinds of urgez,” Apolline said. “Perhaps zou could call zem yearnings? Or… obsezzions.”

This time, Victoire really did drop her fork. Fortunately, it only fell onto her plate, so it wasn’t too noticeable of a reaction.

“No, nothing of the kind,” Victoire said. She felt like she was talking too fast, so she consciously made herself slow down. “I mean, I’m a little bit worried about NEWTs coming up. If I don’t get a good grade, it’ll really hurt my job prospects.”

The Delacours were a rigorously academic family. Fleur didn’t get a spot as Beaxbatons’ Triwizard Champion just based on her looks. Under normal circumstances Victoire would dread talking about studying with a strict woman like her grandmama, but right now she required desperate measures.

Someone must have told Apolline about Victoire’s troubles and gotten her to talk to Victoire like this. The only person that Victoire told was Gabrielle. Had Gabi sold her out? That was unbelievable! She told her that in confidence. Out of everyone in the family, she would have trusted Gabi to keep her secret.

“That wasn’t what I was referring to,” Apolline said. “Victoire, I heard from you muzzer zat you ‘ave still not ‘ad a boyfriend. Are ze boys at ‘Ogwarts not up to you standards?”

“They’re fine!” Victoire protested. “I just can’t stand dealing with drama. I guess no one caught my eye enough that I was willing to deal with the gossip.”

“Zey must not be worth much zen,” Apolline said disdainfully. “If zuch a cheap zing iz keeping zou from taking any of zem for yourzelf.”

“Maybe.” Part of Victoire wanted to defend her school, knowing the Delacour family’s abysmal impression of the learning institution. Mostly, she wanted to stop talking about this with her grandmother, though. “Say, Grandmama. Have you seen Gabrielle anywhere? I was really looking forward to sharing this day with her.”

Her grandmother might have been in a pushy mood, but Victoire’s best puppy dog eyes were still good enough to break her down.

“I think I saw ‘er heading toward ze beach,” Apolline said. 

“Thank you, Grandmama,” Victoire said. “I think I’ll go and look for her.”

It was surprisingly easy to sneak away from her own party. So many people had been invited that even the girl of honor could get lost in the crowd. Victoire moved quickly, handing her cake off to someone that had been waiting in line for their own slice. She wasn’t in the mood to eat.

The party was being held next door to Shell Cottage. Victoire’s family home was located far from civilization to such an extent that apparating or portkeys were necessary to get there without a major hike. Located on long rolling bluffs on the English coast, there was tons of room to put up canopies and get tables, as her family had done. The party was going on in the open fields near the house, but Victoire cut away from there toward the coast.

She knew all the best paths down to the beach, as did Gabrielle. Her aunt was a frequent visitor after all. As she went, Victoire took off her high heeled shoes and went barefoot, the way she used to as a child. It was easier for her to traverse the trail that way.

Down on the beach, she looked around for signs of Gabrielle and noticed footsteps. They were small and dainty, appropriate for her aunt’s build… and they weren’t alone?

Bigger footsteps ran alongside Gabrielle’s (if that was indeed who walked this way). Victoire followed them. Maybe she should have turned back, but her curiosity was urging her on. She might’ve looked like a Delacour, but the Weasley blood was strong inside of her, curiosity included.

Although the sand was soft, large rocks jutted up in places, big enough to block a person’s sight. The two footstep trails led around a particularly big one. When Victoire was right on the other side of it, she froze. There were voices!

“Did we have to come so far?” said a man. Victoire knew that voice!

“I was planning to take us even further.” This one was Gabrielle, there was no mistaking it. “I don’t have any plans to be quiet.”

“Lucky me,” the man said. “I love the sounds you make when you get going.”

“Mon amor, there are sounds only you have ever heard,” Gabi said. “No else can give me the kind of workouts you do.”

Victoire knew what this was. How could she not? Every night since that recording was slipped under her door, Victoire had watched Harry fuck the shit out of her aunt. Their voices were burned into her psyche like a song you listened to too many times in a row. So now that she was right here, there was zero way that she wouldn’t recognize them.

Victoire found a part of the rock near the edge with a fissure in it. She peeked through, mostly hidden but able to see to the other side. She basically knew what she was going to find, and it still made her breath catch.

Harry Potter was standing there in the nice robes he wore for the special occasion. Gabrielle had a white dress that was quite slutty for what was primarily a family party, although if it wasn’t for her insane proportions then it probably wouldn’t have looked unusual.

Gabrielle and Harry were standing close together, Gabi holding the front of his shirt as she looked up into his face, his head tilted down since she was shorter than him.

“They’re going to kiss,” Victoire whispered to herself.

She wasn’t completely wrong, but it didn’t go at all how she expected. Gabrielle dropped onto her knees in the sand.

She reached behind her head with a hair tie, folding back her hair into a ponytail. She looked up at Harry while doing it, prompting him to open his pants. He did exactly that. Before Victoire realized it, the dick of the man she’d been obsessing over was right in front of her. In real life this time!

Gabrielle finally kissed him, right on the tip of his dick.

Victoire watched and waited for Harry to grab her head. That was how it went in the sex scene she had watched so many times that she memorized it. But Harry didn’t do that. He left Gabrielle to do her own thing.

After kissing him, she kissed him more, trailing them down the bottom of Harry’s huge penis. When she got down to his balls she licked him, moving her tongue back up to his tip. Gabrielle ran her tongue in a circle around him. Only after that did she part her lips and start sucking.

She bobbed her head three times, instantly taking all the way down her throat without gagging. After those three bobs she pulled her head off of him again, licking Harry from different angles. She grabbed the base of his shaft and jerked him off with her hand while licking him. Then she let go of his dick to grab his hips, sliding her head down him fifteen times in quick succession, going all the way to the base of his manhood every time.

Victoire’s heart was hammering. She was being reminded of the passage of time. Back when Gabrielle was young, in the photo Victoire had been gifted, she had little to no technique to speak of. That’s why Harry took the lead. Now, however, she was capable of going as fast and deep as when Harry was using his hands to force her.

Plus, Gabi had so many tricks. Every movement she made was skillful. At one point she licked Harry’s balls and even sucked on one for a moment. The face Harry made was goofier than Victoire had ever seen him.

“You’re the absolute best, Gabi,” Harry said.

Gabrielle giggled. Sure enough, just like they said in the recording, with training Gabrielle was able to surpass Fleur when it came to sex.

Gabrielle licked Harry from a bunch of angles before taking him in her throat again. She deepthroated him fast and hard without stopping this time. Harry looked up at the sky as the pleasure forced him to groan. He squinted at Gabi through his glasses, petting her ponytail. 

“Here it comes,” he said.

Gabi looked at him while she rammed her throat onto his dick. After two minutes without Gabi slowing down, sneaking breaths through her nose, Harry came in her throat.

Victoire watched Gabi swallow it, sending the warm spunk into her stomach. Somehow, Victoire SMELLED it.

That should’ve been impossible. Somehow, the salty scent reached her and made her head hazy. Victoire’s knees shook and almost buckled. She barely stayed up, breathing heavily. She… She should get away now, right? Something… weird was happening inside of her. She could smell Harry’s cum. Her stomach felt hot, and her crotch was getting wet. Victoire tried to take a step back and nearly fell. 

“That was as wonderful as ever, Gabi,” Harry said.

He was getting rid of his robes, getting naked on the beach. When he was standing nude, his body just as muscular now as it had been in his twenties, he reached down to help Gabrielle out of her dress. She stopped him by grabbing her wrists.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.

“I have a favor to ask,” Gabrielle asked. “A great, enormous favor.”

“What is it? I’ll help if I can, of course,” Harry said. Victoire swooned. He was sooo helpful and noble. He’d probably forgive her even if she got caught peeping here…

“I forgot to bring a gift!” Gabrielle said.

“You did? I don’t think that’s the end of the world. Lots of the guests didn’t get Victoire anything,” Harry said. “You just being there is enough to make her happy. Although maybe you shouldn’t have dragged me here NOW if you were that worried about Victoire.”

Hearing her own name made Victoire flinch.

“The other guests might not have gotten her anything, but I’m her favorite auntie,” Gabrielle said. “Besides, I’ve made some big promises to her this week that I’ve got to follow through on. I absolutely have to get her SOMETHING.”

“And where do I come into this?” Harry asked.

Victoire was still close enough to the rock to see the way that Gabrielle smirked.

“You’ll be the gift, of course!” Gabrielle said. “Victoire, sweety! Won’t you come over here and join us?”