ONE-SHOT: Gabrielle Delacour

He had left England, gone as far away as reasonably possible. He was something beyond furious, and more… disappointed than anything. It was like everything in his life had to have a cost, a victory with a sour ending.

“Harry?”

He turned his head to the side, dread filling him as he expected a reporter or someone that knew him, but instead found himself facing a stranger.

She was beautiful, easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen to the point it wasn’t even close. She had perfectly long silver-blonde hair that fell like a waterfall around her aristocratic face and blue eyes. Her body was pure sin, with large breasts that could overflow his palms that were barely held restrained by a white bikini top. Her stomach and waist were thin, but led to childbearing hips that attached to a thick ass that jiggled and bounced with the slightest movement. It was the type of booty that destroyed relationships, something he just wanted to spank and pound. Attached to it were thick thighs that led to long legs, they were so bright in the sun.

“I-I’m afraid I don’t recognize you.” Harry composed himself.

The woman bit her lip and blushed, and he really liked that blush. “I-I’m Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur’s sister. You saved me during the triwizard tournament.”

Harry blinked in suprise, trying to reconcile the seductress in front of him with the small cute girl he associated with being Fleur’s sister. “I’m sorry for not recognizing you. You were a lot smaller then.”

She laughed, a noise that sounded like liquid sex to his ears. “I guess it has been a long time since then, especially for you. Can I ask what you’re doing in France?”

“I’m-” He swallowed, trying to come up with something. “Travelling. Honestly, I just needed to get away, get some time off.”

“Oui, I know what you mean.” Gabrielle replied, sounding earnest. “Do you mind if I sit with you? I came alone as well.”

A beautiful French Veela wanting to sit with him on a beach was every man’s dream. And Harry had no intention of denying her.

“Go ahead.”

Gabrielle conjured her chair next to his own. “Have things been alright with you, Harry?”

He hesitated to answer, normally he would give the normal line of how ‘things are fine’, but he felt a strange hope spring up. Gabrielle obviously cared somewhat for him, and had been nothing but earnest so far in their interaction. He decided to go for it, and hope she wouldn’t betray him.

“Honestly, not really.” He said, not having the motivation to look at her as he spoke. “I’ve been in a relationship the past few years. But it ended, rather abruptly and terribly.”

“Oui. You were together with Ginny Weasley.” Gabrielle nodded, her voice distasteful. “I will tell you that my sister is not the biggest fan of her, and because of that, neither am I.”

He remembered all the times he had seen Ginny disparage Fleur over the years. Fleur had been nothing but kind and supportive to him since the tournament, and he should have taken Ginny’s treatment of her as a sign. His fists clenched.

“Tell me how you feel, Harry.” Gabrielle said.

“I’m angry.” He replied. “But honestly I’m more dissapointed than anything. I let her lead me around for years, she had us doing interviews, advertisements, the whole racket, all the while she was fucking different guys behind my back. I’m furious about it, but I’m dissapointed in myself for letting it happen and acting like a blind idiot. The signs were there, I was just too dumb to leave her until it got out of hand.”

The self-hatred could be heard in each word by the time he finished, and he felt like a weight just got lifted off his chest.

Harry heard a hiss nearby, and looked over. Gabrielle looked something… beyond furious. Her eyes were nearly black, features strangely avian, attractive, and parts of her body were steaming in heat.

“Gabrielle?” Harry asked, alarmed.

The woman yelped, her body changing back immediately as her skin cooled. She winced, cringing in on herself “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean for that to h-happen-”

“It’s ok.” Harry comforted, the words slipping out without thought. “If it helps, it only adds to your beauty.”

Gabrielle gaped at him, before composing herself. A strange glint entered her eye as she straightened herself in her chair, and he can’t help but glance at her big tits as they bounced at the movement.

“Thank you, Harry.” She replied, “Most aren’t so kind around Veela, and their nature. I-I was just so angry about that woman, how she could do such a thing to a good, courageous, kind, determined man like yourself is irredeemable! If I ever get my hands on that-that… la pute!”

She exclaimed the last words in French, holding her hands as if choking the life out of someone. Harry couldn’t help but smile, but blushed at how she described him. “Do you really think all that about me?”

“Of course!” Gabrielle exclaimed. “Any woman would be lucky to be with you!”

Harry snorted, and Fleur’s sister reddened in embarrassment before pushing a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “What is it you do for work, Harry?”

“I’m an unspeakable, I spend most of my time studying obscure magic. I really can’t say much more than that.” Harry replied, looking out over the ocean. “I used to be an auror, but I got too much attention doing that, and I really just wanted to get out of the spotlight.”

“Oui, I know what you mean.” Gabrielle nodded, looking far off. “After Beauxbatons I just wanted to dissapear, to be alone for a while without the attention.”

He remembered all the attention Fleur recieved for her being a Veela, and it wasn’t hard to imagine Gabrielle being much different. Harry didn’t realize it, but he had somehow taken her hand in his own during the conversation, and he couldn’t help but notice how soft it was. “You can tell me if you want to.”

She nodded. “Fleur protected me at school, or at least she did till she left. After that she went off to England, leaving me alone without my sister for the first time. A lot of students didn’t like her because of how she did in the tournament, meaning they disliked me as well. It also didn’t help that right after she left my Veela maturity began, and all the friends I had left when that occurred.”

“That’s awful.” Harry remembered his years, and how so much of the school hated him. “And what do you do now?”

“I’m an enchanter.” Gabrielle smiled. “Mainly I buy and sell muggle bags after I’ve enchanted them. It’s become somewhat popular with normal French witches to carry an enchanted muggle purse if they have the money to spend.”

Harry frowned thoughtfully, remembering the laws he had to enforce during his time as an auror in Britain. Enchanting muggle artifacts had always been a gray area, and was sometimes dangerous. “Isn’t that illegal?”

Gabrielle laughed. “In England, maybe, but not here in France!”

“Oh, right.” Harry rubbed his neck awkwardly, remembering he was in a different country, and that the same laws didn’t apply. “I forgot about all those stupid laws I had to enforce as an auror.”

“I-” Gabrielle smiled, before she then swallowed, suddenly looking worried. It was as if the atmosphere had changed, and the girl was nervous and anxious compared to moments before. “I’m not exactly a social person, Harry. I-I don’t really know what I’m doing, to be honest.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Gabrielle.” He tried to calm her.

“I know, I just.” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t really have any friends at Beauxbatons, and I only see Fleur so often with her being in Britain. I’m afraid I’ve been quite lonely for some time, and am not really all that great with this.”

He understood what she was trying to convey, something he too struggled with, in that they both seemed to be socially awkward. He himself had his childhood ruined by Voldemort, and that wasn’t mentioning the impact that the Dursleys, the Ministry, and the newspaper had on his life.

As such, it was perfectly understandable that Gabrielle could undergo her own fight because of her Veela nature. To be a social outcast, like they both were in a way, was something that wasn’t easy at all.

“You’re doing great, Gabrielle.” Harry said earnestly, looking into her blue eyes. “Honestly, this conversation has done wonders for me.”

She nodded shakily, “It has been good for me as well.”

They stared at each other a big longer, before Harry’s stomach suddenly rumbled. He groaned, looking down in embarrassment. “Say, you wouldn’t know any good places to eat around here, would you?”

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It turned out that Gabrielle did in fact know a good place to eat, being her own apartment. He ate sitting next to her in her apartment’s kitchen, a dish of bouillabaisse of all things sitting in front of him as he ate.

“This is really good.” Harry praised, taking another bite.

It was one of those French foods he thought looked ugly, but once he began eating it he realized that it was in fact really good. Another realization he had was that Gabrielle was a good cook.

The beautiful Veela smiled at his praise, resting her hand on his thigh. Harry swallowed, feeling his cock shift at her touch.

“Thank you, Harry.” She smiled like a predator. “But I’m afraid that there is something else on the menu after this.”

“…And what would that be?”

“Me.”

Gabrielle’s breathing changed, becoming more husky. Her hand moved down, resting on the bulge in his shorts, and Harry resisted the urge to groan in need.

“G-Gabrielle, we don’t need to do this.” Harry said, trying to keep his lust in check. He had been around the most beautiful woman he had ever seen all day, and she had been in a skimpy bikini for most of it, something that would drive any man to the edge.

“ssshhh.” Gabrielle quieted him. “I want this, Harry. I want you. You’ve been resisting my allure all day, even when I’ve been trying to test you with it. You’ve been so kind to me, actually listened to what I say when I speak. How could you possibly deny me?”

“I-It’s not that.” Harry grit out, his cock painfully hard as he nearly panted in arousal. “I don’t do one night stands, I’m not that type of person.”

Gabrielle’s gaze changed, looking at him differently. “You really know how to please a woman, Harry. It’s a good thing that I want us to be together.”

“Isn’t this a bit fast?” Harry asked.

“Perhaps.” Gabrielle said. “But I don’t really care at this point. How long have we been at least acquainted with each other? You did save me from the bottom of that lake, and Fleur is family to your best friends after all.”

“I-I” Harry desperately tried to come up with an excuse. “I just got out of a bad relationship!”

Gabrielle rubbed his bulge, and he groaned. “Once we are together, you won’t even remember Ginny Weasley, mon amour.”

That was it. Harry moved, picking up the woman and kissing her heatedly as she moaned and fell into his embrace. She guided him to her bedroom, all the while they tore at each others clothes while groping one another.

He found himself soon sitting on the bed as a goddess stared at him. She was beautiful, and it felt like a crime to see her body naked for the first time. Big, beautiful breasts, thick thighs, perfect hips, and a sultry face, Gabrielle Delacour had it all.

“Are you ready for this, Harry?” She asked, approaching him with an unseen confidence as she maneuvered herself above his huge cock. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” Harry murmured, letting his hands rest on her thighs as his cock head lined up with her entrance.

She sat down on his cock, slowly devouring inch after inch of his cock into that slice of heaven that was her snatch. Harry groaned in pleasure, as Gabrielle let out tiny gasps and moans at his sheer size. It felt like his cock was being massaged, warmed, and squeezed all at the same exact time.

Finally she seemed to consume the entire shaft into her core, taking the last inch with a beautiful moan that made his hairs stand on end. She then began bouncing on his cock, starting slowly and speeding up, each bounce feeling better than he could have imagined and taking his breath away.

“Am I better than Ginny Weasley?” Gabrielle asked suddenly, bouncing on his pole.

Harry stiffened at the question, but didn’t answer. Gabrielle waited for him to answer, staring at him expectantly. When he didn’t answer, she sped up, slamming up and down his massive cock as her ass clapped against his thighs.

“Am I better than Ginny Weasley?” She demanded this time.

Harry groaned, refusing to answer again, and Gabrielle sped up. She was like a machine now, on a quest to fuck him to death as she pounded him. Her large breasts jumped up and down, thin streams of sweat outlining them. She leaned over him, pushing her huge breasts into his face as the pace increased.

“I’m better than her, aren’t I, Harry? Oui, tell me I’m better!” Gabrielle practically yelled at him, fucking him hard and fast.

Harry groaned, panting as he desperately tried to not lose his mind in pleasure. Gabrielle was beyond his dreams, a busty goddess who loved him and was currently trying to fuck his brains out. She was naughty, sexy, and so damn attractive that she was the only thing he wanted in his life at the moment.

He was letting her rule him, letting her get her way as she fucked him. She loved it, and was taunting him as she fucked him. He needed to do something, to not succumb to her game as they fucked. But behind all of it there was something she wanted, to help him, to have him release all his pent-up rage upon her.

She wanted him to get better, to love her and not be tied down by his past. All he simply had to do was let go. To do what she wanted, to forget about Ginny Weasley, and embrace the buxom goddess in front of him who was begging for him to fuck her.

Harry frowned, letting his lust consume him and unshackling the emotions he had held in for years. He grabbed her and moved, throwing her onto the bed and putting her on all fours. Gabrielle’s fat ass ballooned against his thighs, a heavenly sight that could ruin marriages. Her long hair fell down her back like a river, and her huge breasts hung down from her chest.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Harry groaned, pulling his cock back and sinking it into her.

“Oui! Oui, tell me I’m better than her!” Gabrielle demanded again, but it sounded more like she was begging this time.

Harry gripped her hips, looking down as his thighs met her butt, his balls resting against her crotch. He pulled back and slammed in, and began pounding her.

The slapping of skin and Gabrielle’s beautiful Veela moans filled the room. He finally couldn’t take it anymore, having fully given in to her.

“You’re so much better than her!” Harry grit out between thrusts. “She doesn’t even compare to you, that bitch!”

“Oui! Oui! Tell me!” Gabrielle sounded close to tears.

“What was I even doing with her this whole time?!” Harry grit out, gripping her silver-blonde hair and causing Gabrielle to gasp and arch her back. Harry gave her ass a spank, and Gabrielle yelled out in pleasure.

He thought of all the time he had spent with Ginny, how she had refused to have sex with him because he would make her too sore with his big cock. Her excuse was that it messed up her quidditch career, as she couldn’t play or practice if she was too sore from sex with him. Yet it didn’t stop her from fucking other players behind his back.

All that time, all the sexual frustration, it was time he could have spent with Gabrielle. Ginny couldn’t even take half his cock, while Gabrielle took the whole thing happily. All that time with Ginny wasted.

Wasted! He pounded Gabrielle mercilessly, her ass jiggling and bouncing as his thighs continued their onslaught against it. Her upped body was barely held up, her legs and arms having given up, with only his cock and hands holding her up. Gabrielle no longer moaned, no longer spoke, instead she screamed in pleasure, sounding like she was being brutally murdered by the pounding.

He felt heat pool in his balls, the load he had carried around all day. It had been ready and waiting for this moment, the load made for Gabrielle Delacour.

“I’m going to cum.” Harry stated, his voice harsh. “Where do you want it?”

“In me!” Gabrielle screamed. “Cum in me! Oui! Please cum in me Harry!”

His thrusts became harsher, his own cock covered in Gabrielle’s own wetness. Her Veela pussy had orgasmed many times, each time soothing and massaging his cock in her wetness. He slammed into her, focused on only his own pleasure as he chased his release.

With a final, merciless thrust, he slammed into her and felt his cock expand in size. Gabrielle cried out, a sexual, avian, cry, and he roared. Load after load left his tool, filling her to the brim and then more, as cum squirted out from the tiny gaps between his cock and her walls.

Afterwards he let her fall to the bed, cum-covered and conquered. Harry could no longer care about Ginny Weasley anymore, not when he had a beautiful Veela like Gabrielle Delacour to pound.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this short one-shot, and I might release more of these in the future. Also, I assure you that the new story will be coming out soon!