It was meant to be a shocked cry, but came out as a strangled whisper.
Her grinding was now more forceful and more deliberate than before but, incongruously, she giggled.
"Oui, my 'ero. Sex."
Harry realized that his hands, while still on her hips, had somehow made their way underneath her nightgown.
He jerked them away as though he'd been burned and she giggled again.
She reached out and took his left hand and placed it on her thigh before guiding it up under her nightgown again so that it once more rested on her hip.
"It is OK to touch me 'Arry," she said.
"I am yours to touch as you please."
"N-no, that's not r-right," he stammered, though he made no move to withdraw his hand from her bare skin.
"We can't have sex. You're. . ."
He cut himself off.
As absurd as this entire situation was, he was afraid of offending her.
"I'm what?" she prompted.
There was nothing for it, now.
"You're. . ." he began, then he nearly mumbled, "too young."
She laughed, bright and musical.
"'Arry," she said as she ground herself all the way up to the very tip of his cock, forcing it to lie flat against his stomach, before grinding all way back down.
This time, Harry's eyes did roll back in his head.
"I am Veela. We are sexual creatures. I was born knowing about sex. Most Veela 'oo live in ze Veela colonies 'ave 'ad sex before they are more zan a few years old. Ze only reason I am ze virgin is because I did not grow up around ozzer Veela. Zere was no one my age zat knew about sex."
She had gone back to her more intense grinding again.
Harry realized that his right hand had found its way back to her hip again; his other had migrated of its own volition to grip her bum.
"Ze bond 'as started forming," she continued and she reached down, gathering the bottom of her nightgown in her hands and pulling it up over her head.
His cock gave yet another throb as her naked body was revealed to him.
She casually tossed the garment aside.
"We must 'ave sex to complete ze bond."
She leaned forward, his cock pressing insistently against her now naked belly and sex, and placed her hands on either side of him, sliding herself up along his length so that their faces were close to each other.
"Ze desire will only grow stronger and stronger until you can no longer resist it and zen we will complete ze bond wherever you 'appen to be."
Harry's eyes closed as he found his hands exploring her body of their own free will.
Her skin was so soft and smooth and she seemed to be enjoying his touches; he wasn't so sure he wanted to stop any more.
"Now, while I would not care where it 'appens," she continued softly.
"I'm sure you might be embarrassed to lose control and fuck me in public."
He couldn't help but gasp a bit at her vulgarity.
"Per'aps in ze great 'all? In front of ze 'ole school and ze teachers and ze ozzer schools?"
Part of Harry cringed at the thought of losing control and shagging in public, but another part of him found it strangely attractive.
But still, Veela or not, she was just a child.
"I can't," he said.
"It's not right."
She slid forward a bit and back again.
"What is right, 'Arry?" she asked.
"I am yours, 'owever you want to treat me. I can be your lover, your princess, your seductress, your slave, your pet. . . I can be anyzing you want me to be."
She leaned forward until her head was beside his so that when she spoke again he could feel her breath tickle his ear.
"And I know you want me too. I can feel it."
Harry couldn't help but glance down at his own arousal pressing into the girl leaning over him before moving back up to her eyes.
She caught the movement of his eyes and laughed.
"Non, mon chère," she said.
She raised herself back over him and brought her right hand up and placed it on her flat chest, directly between her two, tiny, pink nipples, just as she had placed it on his chest before.
"'Ere. Zis is where I feel it."
She brought her lips to his in a kiss.
He found himself responding to it, either against his will or simply without it, he wasn't sure.
He had never really given that much thought to kissing before; sure he assumed he would kiss a girl at some point in the future but he'd never spent much time thinking about what it would be like when he did.
The reality, however, was nothing that he could have imagined.
The feeling of her lips on his lit a fire in his chest and set off flashbulbs in the back of his mind; her tongue dancing with his was indescribable.
The fact of her being so young seemed to have packed its bags and slipped out one of his ears when he wasn't paying attention.
After some amount of time, and he most certainly wasn't sure just how much, she broke the kiss, sliding back down and lifting herself back to her original seated position, only to start her slow grinding once more.
"So," she said, "are you ready to complete ze bond, 'Arry?"