Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
The attic ceiling was mocking him.
Harry lay on his back, staring at the wooden beams above, his body wound tighter than a coiled spring. Sleep was a distant fantasy, as unreachable as the moon that cast silver light through the small window. Every time he closed his eyes, images assaulted him with merciless clarity: Hermione's perfect breasts, round and full, her pink nipples hardening under his gaze. Ginny's tiny red thong, the fabric stretched taut over her pussy as she climbed the ladder above him. Gabrielle's glistening sex, pink and wet and so impossibly inviting as she bent over her bag.
His cock throbbed beneath the thin sheet, a steel rod that refused to soften no matter how many times he tried to think of anything else. Quidditch statistics. Potions ingredients. Snape in a... no, even that mental image couldn't compete with the parade of gorgeous witches that had been tormenting him all evening.
This is ridiculous, Harry thought, shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. His sleep trousers did nothing to contain his erection, the thin fabric stretched obscenely over his length. He'd been hard for hours. Literally hours. At some point, surely, the blood would need to return to the rest of his body.
He needed water. He needed to splash cold water on his face, maybe dunk his entire head in a bucket of ice. He needed to stop thinking about the three beautiful witches sleeping just below him, separated from him by nothing but a flimsy trapdoor and a ladder.
Harry threw off the sheet and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. The attic was warm, almost too warm, heat rising from the fire-warmed room below. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and padded across the wooden floor to the trapdoor, wincing at every creak and groan of the old boards.
The ladder descended into darkness. Harry climbed down as quietly as he could manage, his bare feet finding each rung with practised ease. The girls' room was shadowy, lit only by moonlight streaming through the frost-edged window. He intended to pass through quickly, to slip down to the kitchen for water and perhaps raid the icebox for something to press against his overheated skin.
But then he saw Ginny, and his feet refused to move another inch.
She was asleep on her stomach, sprawled across her bed with the careless abandon of the truly exhausted. The duvet had been kicked off entirely, pooled in a forgotten heap at the foot of the bed. And she was wearing... bloody hell, she was wearing his old Quidditch jersey. The faded red fabric with "POTTER" emblazoned across the back, the one that had gone missing from his trunk last year. She must have nicked it at some point, the sneaky little minx.
Something primal stirred in Harry's chest at the sight of her in his clothes, his name stretched across her shoulders. But that possessive flutter was quickly overwhelmed by something far more urgent.
The jersey had ridden up in her sleep. It was bunched around her waist, twisted and tangled from restless dreams, leaving her entire lower half completely exposed.
Ginny wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Harry's breath stopped.
Her arse was a masterpiece, two smooth, rounded globes of creamy flesh that seemed to glow in the moonlight. The soft curves flowed into the athletic definition of her thighs, her legs slightly parted in sleep, and between them... between them, Harry could see everything. The delicate pink folds of her pussy peeked out from between her thighs, her most intimate place on full display. The position of her legs offered him a clear view of her sex, the soft flesh slightly parted, looking impossibly soft and warm and inviting.
His cock surged against his trousers with such force that he had to bite back a groan.
Move, his brain screamed at him. Stop staring at your best mate's sister's bare cunt and move, you absolute pervert!
But his feet had apparently disconnected from his brain entirely. He stood frozen at the base of the ladder, eyes locked on the obscene tableau before him, his cock throbbing so hard he could feel his heartbeat in his balls.
Hermione was in the other bed, mercifully covered by her duvet, sleeping peacefully with her bushy hair spread across the pillow. Harry's eyes flicked to the third bed and found it empty, the sheets rumpled and disturbed.
Where was Gabrielle?
"Do you like what you see?"
The whisper came from directly behind him, soft as silk and warm against his ear. Harry's heart nearly exploded out of his chest. He spun around, his hand automatically reaching for a wand that wasn't there, and found himself face to face with the missing Delacour.
Whatever response he'd been about to make died in his throat.
Gabrielle stood before him in a nightgown that could only have been designed by someone with a deep appreciation for the male libido. The fabric was sheer, translucent, so thin that it might as well not have existed at all. It draped over her perfect Veela body like liquid moonlight, revealing absolutely everything while technically covering nothing.
Her breasts were clearly visible through the gossamer material, full and round and topped with dusky pink nipples that pressed against the thin fabric like they were straining to be free. The nightgown fell to mid-thigh, but even in the dim light, Harry could see the shadow of her body beneath, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
And below the nightgown's hem, she wore only a tiny g-string. The thin strip of fabric disappeared between her thighs, leaving her creamy skin bare, the delicate lace doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of her pussy, the gentle mound clearly outlined against the minimal covering.
She looked like a vision. An angel. A wet dream made flesh, standing before him in the moonlit darkness.
"I... you... bathroom?" Harry managed, his brain apparently having lost the ability to form complete sentences.
Gabrielle's lips curved into that knowing smile he remembered from earlier, the one that made his cock twitch. Her blue eyes, luminous in the dim light, dropped from his face to his chest, then lower. Much lower.
Harry followed her gaze and realised, with a rush of heat, just how obvious his arousal was. His thin sleep trousers hid nothing. His cock was clearly outlined against the fabric, a thick, rigid log snaking down his right leg, the head clearly visible through the stretched material.
"Mon Dieu," Gabrielle breathed, her eyes widening slightly. "You are... very large, 'Arry."
"I... it's just... the heat," Harry stammered, even as his cock gave a treacherous throb at her words.
Gabrielle's gaze flew to Ginny's exposed arse, then back to his straining erection. Her smile widened. "I understand why you are in such a... state," she whispered, amusement dancing in her voice. "Zat is quite ze view, non?"
Harry's face burned. She'd caught him staring. She knew exactly what he'd been looking at, what had made him so impossibly hard.
"I wasn't... I mean, I just came down for water, and she was just... lying there, and I..."
"Shhhh." Gabrielle pressed a delicate finger to his lips, silencing his babbling. Her touch sent electricity racing through his body. "You do not need to explain. She is beautiful. Anyone would look."
Her finger traced down from his lips, over his chin, down his chest. Harry stood paralysed as her hand continued its descent, trailing over his stomach, following the line of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband.
"But I theenk," Gabrielle continued, her voice dropping to barely a breath, "zat you need someone to 'elp you with your... problem."
Her hand stopped just above the waistband of his trousers, her fingers splayed across his lower stomach. Harry could feel the heat of her palm through the thin fabric, so close to where he needed to be touched that it was driving him mad.
"Gabrielle," he managed, his voice strangled. "They're right there. If they wake up..."
"Zen we must be very quiet, non?"
And before Harry could protest further, Gabrielle sank gracefully to her knees before him.
Merlin's saggy... Harry's thought cut off as Gabrielle's delicate fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and tugged them down with surprising confidence. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with an audible thwack that made them both freeze.
They waited, breathless, but Ginny merely murmured something unintelligible and shifted in her sleep, her bare arse jiggling slightly with the movement. Hermione didn't stir at all.
Gabrielle turned her attention back to the massive cock bobbing in front of her face, and Harry watched her eyes widen. Up close, his length looked even more imposing, thick and veined and throbbing with need. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, catching the moonlight.
"C'est magnifique," she whispered, her warm breath washing over his sensitive flesh. "I 'ave been theenking about zis since I saw you staring at my..." she paused, a pretty blush creeping across her cheeks even as she knelt before him, "...at my pussy. Earlier. When ze towel..."
"You knew I was there?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse.
Gabrielle's smile was wicked. "I 'eard you on ze ladder. I... I wanted you to see."
Fuck. The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through Harry's body. She'd bent over on purpose. She'd exposed herself deliberately, wanting him to look, wanting to tease him.
"I touched myself after," Gabrielle continued, her voice barely audible. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her fingers unable to fully encircle his girth. "When ze other girls were falling asleep. I 'ad to bite my pillow so zey would not 'ear me moan." She looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes, her pink lips parted, her hand beginning to stroke slowly up and down his length. "I was theenking about you. About zis."
Harry groaned, low and desperate, and immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. His eyes flew to the sleeping girls, but neither stirred.
Gabrielle giggled softly, a musical sound that vibrated against his cock as she leaned closer. "You must be quiet, 'Arry. Unless you want zem to wake up and see you getting your cock sucked by a Veela?"
The filthy words in her innocent French accent nearly undid him then and there. But before he could respond, Gabrielle's tongue darted out and licked a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his shaft.
"Fuck!" Harry hissed through clenched teeth, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Gabrielle hummed appreciatively, her tongue swirling around his tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. "Mmm. You taste good, 'Arry."
Her mouth was velvet heat, her tongue silk as she explored him with curious enthusiasm. She was clearly inexperienced, her technique more eagerness than skill, but that somehow made it hotter. This gorgeous, innocent-looking Veela was on her knees for him, learning his cock with her mouth, her blue eyes gazing up at him with a mixture of shyness and desire that made his balls ache.
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, and Harry had to grab onto the ladder behind him to keep from falling over. The wet heat of her mouth surrounded him, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head, taking a little more each time.
"That's it," Harry breathed, one hand coming down to tangle in her silvery-blonde hair. "Just like that. Fuck, Gabrielle, your mouth feels incredible."
She moaned around him, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. Her hand worked the base of his shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth, stroking in time with her bobbing head. Saliva dripped down his length, making everything slick and wet and obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Harry's eyes drifted involuntarily to Ginny, still sprawled on her stomach with her bare arse and pussy on full display. Gabrielle followed his gaze and pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening.
"You keep looking at 'er," she whispered, her hand still stroking him lazily. "At 'er pretty little cunt. Do you want to fuck 'er, 'Arry?"
Harry's cock jumped in her hand, answering for him.
Gabrielle giggled, low and filthy. "Imagine 'ow easy eet would be. She is right zere, so wet and ready for you. You could just walk over and slide zat big, fat cock right inside 'er tight little pussy."
"Gabrielle..." Harry's voice was strangled, warning and desperate in equal measure.
"She would moan so loud, I theenk," Gabrielle continued, her eyes bright with mischief even as she stroked him faster. "Ze whole 'ouse would 'ear 'er whorish screams as you fucked 'er into ze mattress. 'Oh, 'Arry! Yes! Fuck me 'arder!'"
Her whispered imitation of Ginny's voice, breathy and desperate, nearly pushed Harry over the edge. His hips bucked forward, fucking into her fist, his cock leaking pre-cum in a steady stream.
"Shit, Gabrielle, you can't say things like that..."
"Why not?" She licked a long stripe up his shaft, her eyes never leaving his. "Eet is what you are theenking, non? You want to bury zis magnificent cock in all of us. Ginny. 'Ermione." She swirled her tongue around his tip. "Me."
Before Harry could respond, Gabrielle took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat relaxing as she pushed herself to accommodate more of his length. Harry watched in disbelief as inch after inch disappeared between her stretched lips, until her nose was nearly pressed against his stomach.
How the fuck... But coherent thought became impossible as Gabrielle swallowed around him, her throat massaging his cock in waves of pressure that made his vision blur.
She pulled back, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "I want to make you cum, 'Arry," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want to taste you. Please. Cum in my mouth."
Harry was helpless to resist. She dove back onto his cock with renewed enthusiasm, her head bobbing frantically, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, obscenely loud, and Harry had to clamp his hand over his mouth to muffle his groans.
His eyes bounced between the sight of Gabrielle's perfect lips wrapped around his shaft and Ginny's exposed pussy, still glistening in the moonlight mere feet away. The combination was too much. The forbidden nature of it all: getting his cock sucked while his best mate's sister lay unconscious and exposed right next to them, the other girls sleeping peacefully unaware... it pushed him right to the edge.
"Gabrielle," he gasped, his hand tightening in her hair. "I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to cum..."
She moaned enthusiastically around him, her eyes rolling up to meet his, those innocent blue pools now dark with desire. Her hand squeezed the base of his shaft, her tongue swirling around his tip, and Harry felt his balls tighten, felt the pressure building at the base of his spine.
He came with a strangled groan, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. His cock pulsed in Gabrielle's mouth, flooding her with rope after rope of hot cum. She swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take everything he gave her, her eyes never leaving his face as she drank down his release.
It seemed to go on forever. Years of pent-up frustration, hours of relentless teasing, all pouring out of him in one explosive climax. Gabrielle took it all, swallowing every drop, her tongue lapping at his sensitive tip to catch any that tried to escape.
Finally, Harry's knees buckled, and he had to lean heavily against the ladder to stay upright. Gabrielle released his softening cock with a wet pop, licking her swollen lips with obvious satisfaction.
"Delicious," she whispered, her voice hoarse. She looked up at him with those deceptively innocent eyes, a smear of his cum glistening at the corner of her mouth. Her pink tongue darted out to collect it, and Harry felt his spent cock give a valiant twitch.
"That was..." Harry couldn't find the words. His brain had apparently leaked out of his cock along with his orgasm.
Gabrielle rose gracefully to her feet, her sheer nightgown doing nothing to hide her body in the moonlight. She pressed herself against him, her breasts soft against his chest, her lips brushing his ear.
"Zat was just ze beginning, 'Arry," she breathed. "Zere is so much more I want to do with you. So many ways I want you to use me."
Harry's cock stirred against her thigh, already beginning to recover.
Gabrielle giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Rest now. You will need your strength for what I 'ave planned."
And with that, she slipped away from him, padding silently back to her bed. She slid under the covers, arranged herself prettily, and closed her eyes, leaving Harry standing there with his trousers around his ankles and his mind thoroughly blown.
He pulled his clothes back up with shaking hands, his eyes lingering on Ginny's still-exposed arse, on Hermione's sleeping form, on Gabrielle's satisfied smile as she pretended to sleep.
How am I supposed to survive the rest of Christmas? Harry thought desperately as he climbed back up the ladder to his attic bed.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
A/N: I hope to have chapter 3 out tomorrow!