This chapter contains smut!
With all of the drama happening about the Chamber of Secrets, it was no surprise a large percentage of the students went home.
Daphne and Astoria were very reluctantly among that group. Both Greengrass sisters were loathe to leave, but their parents insisted.
Harry and Daphne had had a strange awkwardness between them since the party after the Quidditch game, an awkwardness Harry didn't understand, but Daphne had been a bit terser than usual.
Hermione had been going to stay over the holidays because her parents had no clue about any of the Chamber stuff, but Harry had convinced her to go home and spend some time with her family. In part, he was worried that Slytherin's monster might have an easier time taking victims in an almost empty castle, so he wanted his closest Muggleborn friend gone.
Susan's aunt Amelia had wasted no time in pulling her out, as she knew only too well how dangerous Hogwarts was right now.
Almost everyone was back home, actually. The Weasleys remained, as did the Patil twins, Draco and his two goons Crabbe and Goyle, and Dean Thomas.
Gabrielle remained, and Harry's thoughts had tended more towards the young Veela recently. Her 13th birthday was tomorrow, and Harry, it seemed, was expected to have sex with her, and become her first mate.
Thankfully, a letter arrived in the post today.
Hedwig dropped it into Harry's lap, and Gabrielle looked on with interest. Without their other friends present, the two were nearly alone.
Parvati and Padma sat opposite them, as with practically the whole school gone, Dumbledore had done away with House segregation in the Great Hall.
Harry opened the envelope to reveal two letters. One was marked with H & G, the other just G, so he grabbed the H & G one, and he and Gabrielle read it together.
Dear Harry and Gabrielle (for I hope you two are together),
Tomorrow marks a very important day for my youngest daughter. Her thirteenth birthday! First, I just want to say happy birthday to you, dear Gabrielle. I enclosed a little present for you, though your real present will come tomorrow.
Now, as to the more serious reason I'm writing this letter. Harry, you are, of course, aware of how Veela ladies' thirteenth birthdays work. The girls wake up incredibly horny, and begin seeking the loss of their virginity (which is impossible for them to lose until they reach the age of thirteen!).
This means that you two will have to have sex tomorrow. No beating around the bush. Now, there's a few exact things that need to happen during Gabrielle's first time. Firstly, you MUST cum inside her. Veela are infertile until the age of sixteen, so you have no reason to worry there. Secondly, she needs to orgasm, though, I doubt a wizard of your caliber leaves sexual partners unsatisfied. The power wafting off of you is… intense.
The third item is up to you and Gabrielle. I am aware of your existing betrothal to a Ms. Daphne Greengrass, but there is nothing I would like more in this world than to see you as my daughter's mate and husband, Harry.
It might be hasty to do it now, but I did just want to inform you of the ritual, in case you two do fall quite in love at any point. You can find the instructions enclosed in my separate letter to Gabrielle.
With love,
Apolline
"Your mum's crazy." Harry told Gabrielle. She laughed.
"Yes, she definitely is sometimes." Gabrielle said, taking the letter that was addressed to just her. She opened it and scanned the first few lines.
"She wants me to read it alone, so I'm off. The letter's got a magical defense on it so it can't be read with others around." Gabrielle apologized to Harry.
"Don't worry about it. Go read the letter." Harry waved her off. Gabrielle smiled and hurried away.
Harry looked up at the Patil twins, who seemed confused by the whole ordeal.
"Tomorrow's Gabby's birthday." Harry explained. Parvati's confusion cleared instantly, while Padma looked contemplative.
"Her thirteenth, right?" Padma verified.
"Yeah." Harry answered, and something told him that the more intelligent half of the Patil twins had worked out what that meant.
"So, Padma, we've not spoken since you got back." Harry said, "Why were you gone at the start of the term?"
Padma hesitated, and she and Parvati exchanged looks.
"Mother was looking for a betrothal for me." Padma said carefully.
"Oh. Did she find one?" Harry asked.
"No, thankfully." Padma shook her head.
"I don't-" Harry began, but Parvati cut in.
"Father wanted Padma to be betrothed to Ron Weasley. Fortunately, Mother jumped in and pointed out the Weasleys were no longer quite as wealthy as they had been in decades past." Parvati said in low, disgusted tones, and all three glanced over at where Ron Weasley was shoveling chicken wings in his face, while a faintly sick looking Dean Thomas sat opposite him.
"Wow. I'm so glad that you didn't wind up betrothed to him." Harry muttered.
"Why? Want her for yourself?" Parvati teased.
"Alas, I have my own betrothed." Harry grinned at the sexy identical twins.
"Shame." Parvati murmured, her index finger softly stroking the back of Harry's hand.
Padma took her sister's cue, and she also started stroking Harry's hand.
The sultry smiles that the two Indian girls were giving him caused a stirring in Harry's cock. He was just a horny teen boy, after all, and what horny boy, when faced with teasing identical twins, didn't naturally imagine a threesome of epic proportions?
"Bloody hell." Harry groaned, and Parvati giggled.
"We could stroke something else, if you'd like." she winked.
"Such as…" Harry smirked. The Patil girls were showstoppers, yes, but he was incredibly grateful to Cassandra and Nym for giving him the ability to remain somewhat normal in these situations, even if inside, he was still a horny, awkward mess.
"Your shoulders?" Padma asked innocently. Harry was pretty sure she wasn't serious, but Padma did strike him as the more naive of the two.
Harry chuckled, trying to quickly think up a good response to that. Something suave and confident.
"That'd be great." Harry said. Ugh. He'd sounded quite steady, but not exactly suave.
"Our services aren't free, Mr. Potter." Parvati said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
"What do they cost, Ms. Patil? I assure you, I can satisfy whatever cost you want." Harry replied, smirking. Now that was pretty suave, if he did say so himself.
"Oh, I'm sure you could." Parvati sighed, looking Harry up and down. Panda elbowed her sister, and Parvati was once again alert and teasing, no longer lost in daydream.
Harry, on the other hand, was trying incredibly hard not to daydream, but the twins were exceptionally gorgeous, and them being identical was strangely arousing to Harry. Well, they weren't perfectly identical. Harry reckoned Parvati had slightly larger breasts, while Padma had a rounder ass.
"Maybe we can reach an arrangement?" Harry lifted an eyebrow. Sirius, Harry's godfather, had always told him that raising one eyebrow was a great move. He claimed it drove women wild.
Parvati and Padma both grinned at Harry.
———
Harry opened the classroom door, and slipped in quickly, glancing over his shoulder at the two lovely ladies entering behind him.
"So, what sort of payment do you require?" Harry asked. Parvati pressed herself up against Harry and kissed him.
Parvati was not a mild kisser, Harry quickly learned as the passionate Indian girl aggressively made out with him.
"That was a good start." Parvati murmured, and stepped back from Harry.
Padma stepped closer, and Harry couldn't resist cupping her round ass as her lips found his. Padma moaned into Harry's mouth as he groped her ass, but her kiss remained much gentler than her twin's.
"You didn't grope me." Parvati frowned, sidling up beside Padma.
"Would you like me to?" Harry wondered.
"Definitely." Parvati said instantly.
Harry didn't waste any time in lifting his hand to Parvati's breasts, exploring her perky tits.
"Oh, Merlin." Parvati gasped as Harry's hand ravaged her rack, slipping down the neckline of her shirt so that he could get a better grasp on them.
Harry then slid his hand up under Padma's skirt, in case she felt left out.
To be leaning on a teacher's desk while groping two of the hottest girls in the year was an achievement. The fact they were twins only increased the amazement Harry felt.
After a few minutes of groping, where Harry's kiss switched repeatedly between sisters, Parvati eventually leaned back from Harry's grasp on her tits. Her sweater was hanging off her shoulder, and her white blouse unbuttoned several buttons too low, unveiling her gorgeous light brown skin and a bright turquoise bra.
Padma backed off, too, but neither girl looked upset.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harry still felt the need to ask, though.
Parvati laughed.
"Definitely not." she smirked, "But we consider that an excellent payment for our massage services. Spin around, Harry."
Harry grinned at the two girls, then turned around, planting his hands on the desk. Harry heard an odd amount of shifting around, and then he heard Padma giggle.
"Alright, Harry, we're going to need you to take off everything you're wearing above your waist." Parvati instructed, "And keep your eyes forward."
Harry obeyed, not particularly wanting to disobey and lose the remarkable opportunity he had going on right now.
In just a few moments, Harry was bare-chested, his back still facing the twins.
Harry then felt soft hands on both of his shoulders. Two hands worked his left shoulder while two worked his right. Harry groaned and leaned back against the two girls, and was surprised when his back brushed up against bare skin.
"Uh… are you guys wearing shirts?" Harry asked in surprise.
Parvati planted a big kiss on Harry's left cheek, pushing her tits up against his left shoulder, and Padma quickly followed suit on the right side.
Harry realized that the girls were clad in only their bras and skirts. Their blouses and sweaters were on the floor, forgotten.
"Wow." Harry said, spinning around to behold the two lovely witches. Parvati was shameless, while Padma had a shy air about her. Parvati's bra was, as aforementioned, lacy and turquoise, while Padma's was a plain black cotton. That did nothing to detract from Padma's beauty in Harry's eyes, though.
Parvati slipped an arm around Padma's waist, and Harry's dick started throbbing as the twins' busts pressed against the side of each other's.
"Whoa. Guess you like seeing us hang on each other, huh?" Parvati teased, and a devilish look entered her eyes.
"Wait, Parv, no-" Padma began, but it was too late. Parvati leaned in and kissed Padma full on the lips.
It was an erotic sight to behold, seeing the two identical twin sisters snogging, for that's what they were doing. The kiss almost immediately deepened into a full on snog, the two of them visibly enjoying the incestuous kiss.
Harry's cock was rock hard right now, but it was fated to get harder. Parvati took one hand off Padma's hips, extending it to Harry. He moved forwards to take her hand, and was tugged up against the sisters. Padma broke the kiss, looking up at Harry, but Parvati was eager to reclaim her sister's lips.
Harry had the unique opportunity to feel up identical twins while they made out, an opportunity that he certainly took advantage of, his hands roaming all over the Patil girls.
"This was not the massage I had pictured." Parvati moaned as Harry fondled her ass.
"No?" Harry asked innocently, and gave Padma's ass a squeeze, causing the Ravenclaw to yelp a little in surprise and pleasure.
"Merlin, you're a charmer, aren't you?" Parvati asked Harry, slipping one arm around his neck.
"I have my moments." Harry said a bit cockily. Padma slipped her arm around Harry's neck, too, and then suddenly both girls' lips were on his, and they were kissing each other as much as they kissed him.
An euphoric triangle, Harry would describe their bodies and mouths as in this situation.
It was a good while before Parvati could be persuaded to stop kissing Padma or Harry.
"I wish we could go further." Padma whispered to Harry, planting a soft kiss on his mouth.
"Oh, I definitely wish we could go further." Parvati confirmed, and she gave Harry a searing kiss, "But Mother would absolutely murder us if we lost our virginities. Our family's a bit tight for money, so we need a strong marriage alliance contract, and gross as it is, virgin girls can negotiate for a lot more in betrothal contracts."
"I can't believe you two have to go through that." Harry muttered.
"That's just life sometimes, Harry." Parvati sighed.
"It's not fair! Why should less fortunate families have to practically sell their children? It's barbaric." Harry said in an outrage.
"That's just the way of the world, Harry." Padma said, taking Harry's hand in hers.
"Look, if you guys need money, I will give you anything you need, personally." Harry said firmly.
"Just so you can fuck us?" Parvati asked, eyes narrowing.
"What? No! No, I don't give a damn if I never get to fuck the two of you, you don't deserve to have to sell yourselves to some rich snobby family to keep your family afloat. There's other contracts than marriage ones. I'll sign anything to establish an alliance with your family." Harry said passionately.
Parvati and Padma both lunged for him, and the two girls kissed him heatedly.
"You're serious?" Parvati checked.
"Deadly. About everything I said. This isn't something just to get into your panties. I really just want to help you." Harry said, hoping she'd accept.
"We should go write Mother, then." Padma smiled, and the Patil twins both went to grab their clothes.
"Thank you for doing this, Harry." Parvati told Harry while buttoning up her blouse. She went in to hug Harry, and Harry squeezed her tightly to him, then idly buttoned up the rest of her blouse for her.
Parvati slipped an arm around Harry's neck and kissed him deeply.
"Keep being so chivalrous, and I might just fall for you, Harry. I have a thing for brave guys." Parvati said in a low voice.
Padma giggled, and the two Patil twins went off together, leaving Harry a bit dazed. He absentmindedly touched his bare chest, his brain slowly rebooting now that he was without the twins' presence.
His mind remained wholly unchanged. Parvati and Padma were good friends of his, and if he could help them out, then he should. Harry was sure Lily would agree, though… he should probably ask her, right?
Harry pulled on his clothes, and went to his mother's office.
———
Like last year over the holidays, she was fairly busy grading student work from the last term, but Lily brightened when Harry walked in. The gorgeous redhead MILF jumped to her feet and she and Harry embraced.
It still came as a shock to Harry whenever she kissed him on the lips, no matter how light and quick it was. It had been since August that this was their customary greeting, and while amazing, it was no less surprising.
"How are you, love?" Lily asked, sitting down on the edge of her desk.
"I'm good. But, uh, I actually made an important decision about the family's, uh, politics without asking you." Harry admitted. Better to just get it out there and not bother with trying to break the news slowly.
Lily sighed.
"What did you do, Harry?" she asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Nothing too crazy. My friends Parvati and Padma Patil, their family's a bit low on money right now, and their mum was trying to find the best paying betrothal contracts. She was basically selling her daughters!" Harry said defensively.
Lily's face softened immeasurably, and she held out her arms.
"C'mere." she insisted, and Harry walked forwards, his mother's pillowy breasts mashing against his chest as they embraced.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetie." Lily murmured, and planted a big kiss on him, one that, while light, couldn't exactly be described as quick. Harry realized when Lily drew back that he had been stroking along his mother's back while they kissed!
"T-Thanks, Mum. You're not bothered by an alliance with the Patils, are you?" Harry asked.
"Of course not, love. You know I'm friends with Priya, and I'm glad you're getting to know her daughters." Lily said.
"I'm so relieved you're not angry." Harry confessed, and Lily embraced him again.
"You're the one in charge of House Potter, Harry, not me, no matter what the legal document says. I just married into this family, it's your birthright, and I don't want to be the kind of mother who uses her dead husband's family's influence for anything. It's your fortune and your title, Harry, not mine. You could blow it all on a fancy castle in America, and I wouldn't do a single thing to stop you." Lily said seriously.
Harry laughed, but he gazed up at his mother with love in his eyes.
"You're amazing, Mum. Thanks." Harry said, and for the first time, he pulled Lily in for a kiss.
———
The next day, Harry awoke to hands on his chest, and his eyes opened to reveal Gabrielle, wrapped in a silvery robe. Her blue eyes were far darker than usual, her silver blond hair was a mess, not even close to its usual styled art, and her cheeks were flushed dark red.
"Gabs, what are you doing up-" Harry cut off when Gabrielle drew the emerald curtains on the four poster bed and undid the sash of her robe, revealing her naked body beneath.
Harry had expected her to look different today, physically, but her body remained the same, entirely flawless with small breasts and blossoming curves.
"I need you to fuck me." Gabrielle moaned, and her fingers started furiously working her pussy.
Harry scrambled for his wand, lifting it up to cast some Noise Cancellation spells on his curtains, creating a soundproof barrier formed by the curtains, meaning Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle wouldn't hear Harry fucking Gabrielle, if they were even still here. Harry had no idea what time it was.
"I'm so horny!" Gabrielle pleaded with Harry.
"Don't worry, Gabby. I've got you." Harry assured the gorgeous Veela. Gabrielle nodded eagerly, and shed the robe entirely. She then seized Harry's wand and Vanished his pajamas, not wanting to waste another second.
Gabrielle reached up and hastily pulled her hair up into a messy bun, then stuck Harry's wand through it like the pencil Muggle women sometimes used.
Harry got an odd excitement from seeing that. It seemed rather possessive of Gabrielle, almost as if she was his lover.
"J'ai envie de toi." Gabrielle begged in French, laying back on the bed, spreading her legs wide as they could, which was pretty fucking wide. Harry didn't waste too much time admiring her flexibility, he simply grasped his rock hard cock with his hand and lined up with Gabrielle's positively drenched entrance.
"Baise moi!" Gabrielle screamed, and Harry slammed inside her, getting the gist. Instantly, Gabrielle's scream turned into a soft, amazed sound of pleasure, as if she really did desperately need a cock inside her.
She was also, it seems, insanely sensitive. Harry gave fucking her tight, virgin pussy his all, but even he was not conceited enough to look at the writhing Veela on the bed and think he had done that without magical aid.
Within minutes, Gabrielle seemed breathless and ready to explode.
"J-je viens!" Gabrielle cried. Harry, of course, did not know French, but when she orgasmed almost instantly after uttering those words, he could use some context clues.
Her very first orgasm. Gabrielle lay back on the bed, panting in complete amazement at how good that felt. She looked down at where Harry's cock had slid home inside her, and suddenly she became aware of just how much of Harry was inside her, cleaving her virgin pussy walls.
The loss of virginity for a Veela was not like a Muggle girl or even a witch. They had no hymen to be pierced, which meant there was no pain associated with their first time, just intense pleasure.
And now, with her first orgasm having finished, leaving her basking in a euphoric afterglow, Gabrielle was ready for her real birthday present: her lover's cum inside her.
"Remets le couvert." Gabrielle moaned.
"Gabby, I don't speak French." Harry told her gently. He suspected she didn't even realize she was talking in French.
"Oh, whoops." Gabrielle switched back to English, blushing lightly, "I said I wanted to go again."
Harry grinned.
"You don't have to tell me twice." Harry said, and resuming his fucking of Gabrielle's pussy. Her long, smooth legs came up to wrap around his waist, and Harry slammed into her harder.
Gabrielle threw back her head and moaned, the sensitivity magic from her first time still very much in play.
"Tu me fais mouiller." Gabrielle moaned.
"French." Harry grunted while not breaking his pace of thrusts.
"I said… unh… you make me so wet!" Gabrielle exclaimed in delight. Harry could feel his explosion coming, and they both knew it. Harry groaned as Gabrielle's Veela pussy tightened around his cock, milking it almost.
"Are you doing that?" Harry groaned.
"No!" Gabrielle gasped in amazement, "It's just a reflex."
Well, regardless, it was working.
"I'm going to cum." Harry said, and pulled Gabrielle full into his lap, so that she was sitting up on his cock, impaled upon it.
"Fill me up." Gabrielle pleaded, and Harry listened.
"Here it comes, baby." Harry grunted.
Gabrielle couldn't form words she was in so much ecstasy as Harry's cum spurted up into her. The cum of a lover was as euphoric to a Veela as a merciless pounding was to a witch, and to a sensitive newly sexually awakened Veela like Gabrielle, Harry's cum seemed to inflame every part of her with arousal.
Her second orgasm was far mightier than her first, and it was all Gabby could do to cling to Harry as she tried to ride the immense waves of her orgasm.
As Harry's explosion tapered off after another half minute or so, Gabrielle felt her body warming up, and tingling.
Harry could clearly feel that warmth, and he looked at her in surprise.
"It's a part of the process." Gabrielle assured Harry breathlessly, her silvery blond hair streaming down her face in what was sometimes called 'slut strands'. An apt name, Gabrielle decided.
Harry watched in amazement as Gabrielle's body changed before his eyes. Her waist shrunk while her hips grew outwards a bit, and her small perky breasts expanded outwards at a shockingly fast rate until they were rather large. Gabrielle was easily as big as Daphne, and might even hold up against Tracey. Harry couldn't see it, but he felt Gabby's ass grow larger and fuller.
"Je t'aime." Gabrielle panted.
"I still don't speak French." Harry murmured in her ear.
"It means that was great." Gabrielle said with pink cheeks. Harry smiled at her.
"Yeah, it definitely was." Harry said. They adjusted their position so that they could lay together.
Gabrielle was no longer impaled on Harry's cock, instead, he nestled it between her newly ample butt cheeks. Harry's hand rested on one of Gabrielle's new sizable melons, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her.
She felt safe in his embrace, and fell into a sleep quickly. Harry took a little bit longer, but not by much.
Fucking a Veela took a lot out of a guy.