Veelas Share: Part 1 (Harry / Gabrielle: One-Shot)

A/N: Thanks to all who voted in the poll! As you can probably tell by the theme, I wanted to get this out a bit earlier, but here it is :) Enjoy! I have started writing on the next chapter of Bratty Daphne, so expect that next!

Harry Potter was having a perfectly normal evening at home. Or at least, he was trying to convince himself of that as he lit the last candle in the living room, the warm glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. Halloween night, a scary movie, some wine, and his gorgeous girlfriend Fleur. Completely normal. Nothing to be nervous about.

Except Fleur had been acting strange all week. Little smiles when she thought he wasn't looking, whispered floo calls that ended abruptly when he entered the room, and a gleam in her sapphire eyes that usually meant she was planning something. Something that would likely leave Harry either extremely satisfied or completely mortified. Possibly both.

"'Arry!" Fleur called from upstairs. "Can you get ze door when Gabrielle arrives? I am not quite ready yet!"

Harry's stomach did a little flip. Right. Gabrielle was joining them tonight. His girlfriend's little sister, who wasn't so little anymore. The eighteen-year-old had visited a few times since finishing at Beauxbatons, and each time Harry found himself desperately trying not to notice how she had... developed.

The doorbell rang, and Harry took a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his button-down shirt. Just act normal, he told himself. She's Fleur's sister. You're dating Fleur. Don't be weird.

He opened the door and immediately knew he was fucked.

Gabrielle stood on his doorstep in what could only be called a slutty muggle witch costume. The black dress was so short it barely qualified as a dress at all, ending just below the curve of her arse. The neckline plunged dramatically, struggling to contain what had to be the most spectacular pair of tits Harry had ever seen. They were massive, easily matching if not exceeding Fleur's impressive bust, and the way the fabric stretched across them made it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her long silvery-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had topped the outfit with a pointed witch's hat that somehow made the whole ensemble even more indecent. Black and white striped thigh-high stockings completed the look, leaving just a tantalising strip of bare thigh visible between the stockings and the hem of her dress.

"'Arry!" she exclaimed, her French accent even thicker than her sister's. Before he could react, she threw her arms around him in an enthusiastic hug.

The soft press of those magnificent tits against his chest sent Harry's brain into immediate meltdown. He could feel every curve pressed against him, could feel her nipples through the thin fabric, already hard in the cool October air.

Fuck fuck fuck, his mind chanted. She's Fleur's sister. Don't think about how good her tits feel. Definitely don't think about how if you looked down right now you'd have a perfect view of her cleavage.

"Happy 'Alloween!" Gabrielle said brightly, pulling back just enough to beam up at him. This close, Harry could see her bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "I 'ope you do not mind ze costume? Fleur said zis is what ze muggles wear for ze 'oliday."

"It's... you look..." Harry struggled for words that wouldn't get him murdered by his girlfriend. "The costume is very... festive."

Gabrielle giggled, a tinkling sound that went straight to Harry's cock. "You are so sweet, 'Arry. Always such a gentleman." She sashayed past him into the house, and Harry made the critical mistake of watching her go.

The dress rode up with each step, revealing the lower curves of her arse cheeks. Perfect, round, bouncing slightly with each click of her heels on the hardwood floor. Harry's cock went from interested to painfully hard in seconds.

"'Arry? Are you going to close ze door?" Gabrielle called over her shoulder, catching him staring. She gave him a knowing smile that made his face burn.

He quickly shut the door, adjusting himself as discreetly as possible. This was going to be a long night.

"Ah, Gabby is 'ere!" Fleur's voice drifted down from the stairs.

Harry turned toward the stairs and nearly swallowed his tongue. Fleur was descending like something out of his wettest dreams. Her own "witch costume" was somehow both more elegant and more obscene than her sister's. The dress was deep purple, made of some shimmering material that clung to every curve. The neckline was less plunging than Gabrielle's but the way it framed her breasts made them look even more enticing. The skirt was longer too, reaching mid-thigh, but with slits up both sides that revealed her spectacular legs with every step. She had foregone the witch's hat in favour of letting her silvery hair flow free, and her lips were painted a deep red that made Harry think immediately of them wrapped around his cock.

"You like, mon amour?" Fleur asked, doing a little twirl that made the skirt flare up, revealing that she was wearing the tiniest black thong Harry had ever seen.

Harry's brain completely short-circuited. His girlfriend and her sister, both dressed like his personal fantasy, both looking at him with those devastating smiles. His cock was so hard it hurt, straining against his trousers with desperate need.

Both women giggled at his obvious predicament, sharing a look that Harry couldn't quite interpret.

"Come," Fleur said, taking his hand and leading him to the sofa. "Ze movie is all ready to start, non?"

She settled him in the middle of the large sofa, then sat on his right, immediately curling into his side. Gabrielle took the left, pressing just as close. Harry found himself sandwiched between the two most beautiful women he had ever seen, both of them using his arms as pillows, their breasts pressed against his biceps.

Four perfect breasts. Compressed against him. Harry tried to focus on the opening credits of the horror film, but all he could think about was the soft warmth pressed against both sides of his body.

"So cozy, non?" Fleur murmured, her hand resting on his thigh. On his other side, Gabrielle hummed agreement, her own hand finding his other thigh.

Harry stared determinedly at the screen, trying to ignore the way both hands were slowly creeping higher. This is fine, he told himself. Totally normal. Just watching a movie with my girlfriend and her sister. Nothing weird about this at all.

The movie started with the typical horror movie setup. A group of attractive young people were arriving at a creepy cabin. Harry tried to focus on the plot, but the witches kept making little comments.

"Oh, she 'as such nice breasts, non?" Gabrielle observed about the blonde actress on screen.

"Not as nice as yours though," Fleur said casually.

Harry choked on air. "Fleur!"

"What? It is true!" Fleur said innocently. "My sister 'as magnificent breasts. You must 'ave noticed, 'Arry."

Gabrielle giggled, pressing closer so her tits squashed more firmly against his arm. "You are embarrassing 'im, Fleur."

"Nonsense. 'Arry appreciates beautiful women. It is one of ze things I love about 'im." Fleur's hand inched higher on his thigh. "Tell me, mon amour, what do you think of Gabrielle's costume?"

Harry's mouth went dry. This felt like a trap. "It's... nice."

"Nice?" Gabrielle pouted, and Harry could feel her lips against his shoulder. "Just nice? I worked so 'ard to look good for you."

Both women giggled again, and Harry knew he was completely fucked. They were doing this on purpose. They had to be.

The movie continued with its predictable plot, but Harry was far too distracted by the two pairs of hands wandering over his thighs and chest to pay attention. The volume was turned up loud, typical for a horror film trying to build atmosphere, and they were all so preoccupied with their little game of teasing that the first jump scare caught them completely off guard.

The sudden blast of sound made everyone jolt violently. Gabrielle's hand, which had been holding her wine glass rather carelessly, jerked in surprise. The glass tipped, spilling red wine all down her front.

"Oh non!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet. The wine had soaked through the thin fabric, making it completely transparent. Harry could see everything. Her pink nipples, hard and perfect. The full shape of her breasts. The way they bounced as she moved.

"I am soaked through!" Gabrielle said, looking down at herself. Wine dripped from her tits, running in rivulets down to her thighs. "Ze dress is ruined!"

She stood directly in front of Harry, not three feet away, and began dealing with the wet fabric. "It is clinging everywhere," she complained, plucking at where it stuck to her skin. She grabbed the hem at her thighs and began peeling the dress upward, the wet fabric resistant and clingy.

Harry watched, frozen, as inch by inch of creamy skin was revealed. First her thighs, then a tiny black thong that barely covered anything. Her flat, toned stomach came next, then the underswell of those massive tits. The fabric clung stubbornly to her breasts, and she had to work it carefully over them. When they finally sprang free, bouncing from the motion, Harry thought he might pass out from lack of blood to his brain.

They were perfect. Full and round, with pretty pink nipples that stood out proudly. Gabrielle pulled the dress the rest of the way off over her head, her tits bouncing again with the movement, then tossed the ruined garment aside. She stood there essentially naked, wearing only her thong and thigh-high stockings.

Harry's cock throbbed visibly in his trousers. He knew he should look away, knew this was inappropriate, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight. Gabrielle was shivering, her arms wrapped around her stomach, which had the effect of pushing her tits up even more, presenting them like an offering.

"Where are your manners, 'Arry?" Fleur said, sounding amused. "Give 'er your shirt."

Harry mechanically stood and began unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. When he shrugged it off, revealing his broad, muscular chest, both Delacour sisters' eyes went wide with appreciation. Years of Auror training had given him a body worth admiring. Defined abs, powerful arms, and a broad chest that made both women bite their lips.

He held out the shirt to Gabrielle, who took it slowly, her fingers brushing against his as she did. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, the fabric hanging loose on her smaller frame. But instead of buttoning it up like Harry expected, she left it hanging completely open.

"It is so warm from your body," she said, running her hands down the fabric where it framed her naked tits. "But I am still a bit wet from ze wine. I should let everything dry properly, non?"

The shirt barely reached the top of her thighs, and with it hanging open, her entire front was on display. Those magnificent tits, her flat stomach, the tiny black thong that was the only thing preserving any modesty at all.

The movie continued, but Harry had completely lost track of the plot. All he could focus on was the two beautiful women pressed against him, their hands wandering over his chest and thighs, occasionally "accidentally" brushing against his obvious erection.

Another jump scare filled the room with a blood-curdling scream from the television. Gabrielle shrieked in response, but this time instead of just jolting, she scrambled for safety. And what safer place was there than the embrace of the Man-Who-Conquered? She turned as she moved, ending up straddling his thighs, facing him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she hid from the screen.

"It is so scary!" she whimpered, pressing closer. Her tits were suddenly smothering his face as she held him tight. Harry's hands instinctively went to her arse to steady her, his palms filled with those perfect, round cheeks.

Oh fuck, his mind screamed. That's her arse. Those are her tits. Her pussy is right against my cock.

Fleur giggled at the sight of her sister clinging to Harry like a frightened kitten. "Poor Gabrielle," she cooed. "She always gets so scared during 'orror films."

Gabrielle pulled back just enough to look down at Harry, her blue eyes dark with something that definitely wasn't fear. "Can I stay 'ere, 'Arry? I feel safer with you."

Before Harry could answer, Fleur spoke up for him, still giggling. "Mmm, 'Arry's lap does look very comfortable. Perfect for keeping my sister safe, non?" And that was the end of that debate.

Gabrielle settled more firmly onto his lap, her thong-covered pussy pressing directly against the bulge in his trousers. Harry could feel the heat of her through the fabric, could feel how wet she was already. His hands were still on her arse, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to still her movements, but only making it worse.

"Ze movie is so scary," Gabrielle said breathlessly, grinding slowly against him. "But I feel so much safer 'ere with you."

Harry looked desperately at Fleur for help, but his girlfriend made no move to step in. If anything, she only seemed happy that he was taking such good care of her little sister.

This is so fucked up, Harry thought desperately. I shouldn't be enjoying this. She's Fleur's sister. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world.

The rest of the movie was pure torture. Gabrielle stayed in his lap, grinding against him with increasing desperation. Harry's hands remained on her arse, kneading the soft flesh almost unconsciously, guiding her back and forth along his throbbing cock. And all the while, Fleur kept fuelling the fire, making comments that drove him utterly insane.

"Look 'ow well you fit together."

"Gabrielle seems to really like your lap, mon amour."

"She is practically purring like a kitten, non?"

By the time the credits rolled, Harry was ready to combust. His cock was painful, his trousers soaked with Gabrielle's arousal, and the girl was looking at him with such raw, desperate hunger that it made his breath catch. Those blue eyes were dark with lust, her lips parted as she panted softly, still grinding slowly against his throbbing erection. Harry knew with absolute certainty that if Fleur wasn't sitting right there, watching them with that amused smile, he would already have Gabrielle bent over this sofa, his cock buried in every hole of her young, nubile body.

As long as she's watching, I can hold back. As long as she's here, I won't cross that line.

Then, as if the universe itself wanted to test Harry's resolve, Fleur stretched languorously and stood.

No.

She pressed a hand to her forehead dramatically. "Oh, such a 'eadache suddenly. I think I need to lie down."

No no no, Harry's mind screamed in panic. Don't leave me alone with her. Don't you dare leave me alone with her. I won't be able to stop myself!

But Fleur was already leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Be nice to my sister, oui? Give 'er what she wants."

Harry's eyes widened. "Fleur, wait—"

"What?" Fleur asked with feigned innocence. "You want me to stay?" She laughed, that tinkling sound that always made his cock twitch. "So greedy, 'Arry! Non, not tonight. Tonight is for Gabrielle. I want 'er first time to be special. A threesome can wait."

Harry's mind reeled. First time? Threesome? Fleur had planned this? She wanted this to happen?

"Enjoy yourselves," Fleur said with a wink, then sauntered out of the room, her arse swaying hypnotically.

Harry and Gabrielle were left alone, her still straddling his lap, both breathing heavily.

"Gabrielle," Harry started, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

"I 'ave wanted you for so long, 'Arry," she whispered, her hips still moving in that maddening rhythm. "Ever since I first saw you at ze tournament when I was young. But now I am a woman, and I know what I want."

"But Fleur—"

"Wants this to 'appen," Gabrielle interrupted. "She knows 'ow I feel. She wants to share you with me. Veelas share everything, 'Arry. Especially with family."

She ground down harder, and Harry groaned. His resistance was crumbling, but he could see uncertainty in Gabrielle's eyes, could tell she sensed his reluctance.

"I want to convince you," Gabrielle said, her voice taking on a desperate edge. "Please, 'Arry. I will do anything you want." She rolled her hips in emphasis, her breath catching. "I will suck your cock whenever you ask. In ze morning, at night, under your desk while you work..."

She ground harder, her movements becoming more frantic. "I will let you fuck my tits, cover me with your cum. Bend me over anywhere, anytime. Use my mouth..." Another grinding motion, more desperate. "Use my pussy..."

She paused, biting her lip, her cheeks flushing even redder. When she spoke again, her voice was barely a whisper. "I would even... I would even let you fuck my arse, 'Arry."

At those words, Harry's cock throbbed so violently that Gabrielle gasped, feeling it pulse against her pussy through their clothes. Her eyes lit up with understanding, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.

"Oh," she breathed, grinding deliberately against where she'd felt him throb. "That is what you want, isn't it?" She leaned close, her lips brushing his ear. "You want to fuck my tight little arse? Is that something my sister does not let you do?"

"Gabrielle," Harry groaned, his control hanging by a thread.

"I would love that, 'Arry," she continued, grinding harder. "My arse is yours. You can fuck it whenever you want. I 'ave been preparing it just for you..."

That mental image destroyed the last of Harry's resistance. With a growl, he stood up suddenly, lifting Gabrielle with him. She squeaked in surprise as he threw her down in the middle of the sofa, her legs spread wide.

"You want to impress me?" Harry asked, his voice rough with lust. "Then let's see what you can take."

He grabbed her long legs with one hand, lifting them up and putting them over one shoulder. With his other hand, he hooked his fingers in her thong and peeled it off her endless legs in one smooth motion. The scrap of fabric was soaked through, and Harry tossed it aside carelessly. Should would not be needing that for the rest of the night.

His hands went to his trousers, unbuckling and shoving them down frantically. His cock sprang free, thick and angry-looking, the head purple with need. Gabrielle's eyes widened at the sight.

"Fuck, 'Arry," she breathed. "You are even bigger than Fleur said."

With her knees practically by her ears, bent in half, Harry positioned himself between her legs. He slapped his cock against her puffy cunt, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. Gabrielle was vibrating with anticipation, her pussy dripping with arousal.

"Please," she begged. "'Arry, I need it. I 'ave been waiting so long."

Harry notched the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling how wet and ready she was. "You want my cock, Gabrielle?"

"Yes! Please, fuck me!"

Harry thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Gabrielle's back arched off the sofa as she immediately came on his cock, her pussy clamping down on him in pulsing waves.

"FUCK! 'ARRY!" she screamed, her whole body shaking. "Oh mon Dieu!"

Harry stayed still, letting her ride out her orgasm, feeling her pussy flutter and squeeze around his length. She was incredibly tight, gripping him like a vice. When she finally started to come down, panting and glassy-eyed, Harry smirked.

"Already? We've barely started."

"I could not 'elp it!" Gabrielle gasped, her chest heaving. "I 'ave been dreaming of this for so long, 'Arry. Years of imagining your cock inside me, wondering 'ow it would feel." She looked up at him with glazed eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Ze reality is so much better than my fantasies. You are so big, filling me so perfectly. Ze moment you entered me, I just... I could not stop myself from cumming."

Now nice and lubricated from her orgasm, Harry pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in, setting a steady rhythm. Gabrielle moaned with each thrust, her tits bouncing beautifully. The open shirt framed them perfectly, and Harry couldn't resist leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

"Yes!" Gabrielle cried, her hands tangling in his hair. "Suck my tits, 'Arry!"

Harry lavished attention on her breasts while his cock continued its steady assault on her pussy. But he had other plans. His finger, slick with her juices, found her other hole, circling the tight ring of muscle.

Gabrielle's eyes flew open. "Oh! 'Arry, yes! Play with my arse!"

Harry pressed gently, his finger sliding in to the first knuckle. Gabrielle was incredibly tight, but she pushed back against his finger eagerly.

"You really have been practicing," Harry observed, working his finger deeper.

"Every night," Gabrielle admitted breathlessly. "Imagining it was your cock."

Harry groaned at the mental image. He added a second finger, stretching her carefully while his cock continued to pound her pussy. Gabrielle was making the most incredible noises, little French curses and moans that drove him wild.

"Ready?" Harry asked, pulling out of her pussy. His cock was dripping with her juices, perfectly lubricated.

"Oui," Gabrielle breathed. "Fuck my arse, 'Arry. I want to feel you in my tightest 'ole."

Harry positioned his cock at her rear entrance, pressing forward slowly. The head popped in, and both of them groaned at the sensation. Gabrielle was impossibly tight, gripping him like nothing he had ever felt.

"So big," she whimpered. "Stretching me so much."

"You're doing so well," Harry praised, working himself deeper inch by inch. "Taking my cock so perfectly."

When he was finally fully seated, Harry had to pause to avoid cumming immediately. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the tightness, the way Gabrielle's whole body was trembling.

"Move," she begged. "Please, 'Arry. Fuck my arse!"

Harry started slow, but Gabrielle was having none of it. She pushed back against him, demanding more, harder, faster. Soon Harry was pounding into her arse with abandon, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Gabrielle screamed, her hand going to her pussy, rubbing her clit frantically. "I am going to cum again! Just from your cock in my arse!"

Harry could feel his own orgasm building rapidly, his balls tightening with the need to release. The sight of Gabrielle spread out before him, her arse stretching around his thick cock, her tits bouncing with each thrust, was pushing him to the edge faster than he expected.

"Cum for me," he commanded, thrusting harder. "Cum with my cock buried in your arse!"

Gabrielle screamed, her body convulsing as she came. Her arse clenched impossibly tight around Harry's cock, and her pussy actually squirted, her juices spraying across his stomach and chest. The rhythmic clenching of her arse around his cock was too much.

"Fuck!" Harry roared as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed violently as he came, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into Gabrielle's arse. "Take it all!"

Gabrielle moaned and shuddered through another mini-orgasm as she felt him filling her. "Yes, 'Arry! So much cum! You are filling my arse so full!"

They stayed locked together for a moment, both panting heavily, Harry's cock still buried deep in her arse as the last spurts of his orgasm faded. He could feel his cum surrounding his cock inside her, hot and slick.

When Harry finally pulled out slowly, his cum immediately began leaking from Gabrielle's well-fucked arse, dripping down to her pussy. The sight was incredibly erotic.

"Magnifique," Gabrielle breathed, collapsing back onto the sofa, completely spent. "Better than I ever imagined."

Harry sat back, his chest heaving, but to his surprise, his cock was still rock hard. The sight of Gabrielle sprawled on his sofa, his cum leaking from her arse, her pussy still dripping with arousal, had him ready for round two.

But his thoughts drifted to Fleur. His girlfriend who had orchestrated this entire thing, who had served her sister up to him on a silver platter. She definitely deserved a visit.

"Stay here," Harry commanded Gabrielle, who looked at him with heavy-lidded satisfaction. "Rest up. I'm not done with you yet."

But first, he had a certain French veela to punish for her scheming. His cock throbbed at the thought of what he was going to do to Fleur. She wanted to play games? She was about to learn what happened when you teased Harry Potter.

He strode toward the stairs, still naked, his cock jutting out proudly, still slick with cum and Gabrielle's juices. Behind him, Gabrielle moaned softly, already fingering herself again at the sight of him heading to her sister.

"Give her a good fucking for me, 'Arry," she called out breathlessly.

Harry grinned darkly. Oh, he intended to. Fleur had no idea what she had unleashed.

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