"I wasn't quite prepared for Hermione's reaction out in the hall. She's been one of my best friends for nearly four years and to have her suddenly look like she wants to throw me down and have her way with me was. . . unexpected. When I said those things to you, I was mostly thinking about that"
She buried her head in back in his chest.
"So, you're not angry with me, Master?"
He stroked a hand down her smooth back and then tightened his hold on her small frame. She tightened her grip as well and hunched her waist forward pressing herself as close as possible to him.
"No," he said. "Of course not. I'm so sorry that I made you think I was." She seemed to melt as all the tension left her body. "At the moment, I don't think I could ever be angry or disappointed in you."
He pulled back a bit and got her to look him in the eye.
"Tell you what," he said brightly. "Since I'm new at the bonding thing, and, well, boy-girl stuff in general, if I do anything like that again, just assume that it's not anything you did and it's me being stupid about something, because that's what it probably is. OK?"
She bit her lip and searched his eyes thoroughly before she nodded, smiling. She leaned up and gave him a kiss before leaning her head back into his chest, soaking in the comfort from her Master.
"I am unused to the bond, Master," she said after a few moments. "I might not always be so. . .messy."
"I hope you are."
She looked up at him inquisitively.
"I do," he defended. "I don't know what I was thinking before. Seeing you dripping with anticipation. . . Seeing you so obviously aroused by me. It excites me like you wouldn't believe."
She giggled a bit, clearly feeling better.
"Yes I would," she argued. "When I see or feel your hardness and know that it's from me, it's almost enough to make me come."
She wiggled her bare bottom as though to prove her point.
The door burst open and Ron stood on the landing. There was a moment as he looked between Harry and the naked girl in his arms and back.
"I thought you were getting your Defense book." he said impatiently. "Are you coming?"
"Sorry, Ron," he said. "Just a bit of a misunderstanding. You and Hermione go on ahead. I'll catch you up."
"All right," Ron said, and the door was closed again.
Harry and Gabrielle just held each other in the silence that followed. After a minute Harry gently asked, "Are we OK now?"
Gabby pulled back a bit and looked at him. There were still traces of tears lining her eyes but there was no sign of sadness in her face.
"Yes," she said. "I'm sorry that I--"
He stopped her with a finger on her lips.
"It was a misunderstanding," he said. "And I contributed far more to it than you did. I'm sorry. It's behind us now, yeah?"
"Yes, Master," she said coquettishly. "May I go wash my face?"
He nodded and she extricated herself from his lap and dashed for the door.
Harry started to refasten his robes but stopped. He pulled his boxers back off then finished doing up his robes.
As they walked through the castle on the way to join Ron and Hermione, Gabby told him that she just remembered something she'd forgotten to tell him about the "pull".
"If it really is the same as the Veela 'pull', it's always there," she said. "But you can control it. Normally, it's spread out everywhere; every male--or in your case, female--will feel it equally. However, with practice, you can learn to focus it. You can narrow it down to a single person or a group. You can also focus it away from someone, but I understand that it's harder to do that. Only you mentioned that the--effect--you had on your friend. . ."
"Hermione," he supplied.
"Yes, you said Hermione's reaction to you made you uncomfortable."
He nodded. "It's good information to have. I'll have to practice it," he said. "Maybe you'll help me?"
She slumped a little.
"I don't think I'll be much help, Master," she said sadly. "I'm too young to have the 'pull' so I don't really know how to focus it. And you can't practice on me, because, as your bonded, I'm immune."
"Immune?" he asked.
"Well, it might be better to say you can't focus it away from me. I'm always pulled to you."
"Cheeky," he said.
When they reached the Entrance Hall, while they were still quite alone, Harry informed her of the fact that he'd left his boxers in the dorm.
She looked up at him with wide eyes and a smile and when he winked at her, she teared up again and thanked him profusely. As they approached the door to the Great Hall, he finally understood her extreme reaction. It wasn't the fact that he was naked under his robes, it was that he was naked under his robes for her.
He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "Nothing's too good for you, my pet," he whispered.
They entered the Hall and Harry found himself fighting with his embarrassment; amidst the utter normality of lunch at Hogwarts, he was suddenly acutely aware of Gabrielle's very naked presence. Hoping his face wasn't too red, he found Ron and Hermione and he and Gabby took seats across from them.
It was quickly apparent that Hermione must have seen Harry hug Gabby through the door. She spent several minutes studying the younger girl with an inscrutable look on her face. Gabby seemed completely unconcerned, but Harry found that it brought her state of dress, or rather undress, to the forefront of his mind.
As they ate and all but Gabby chatted away about inconsequential things--homework, lessons, Quidditch and the like--his bond-mate carefully snaked her hand over and rested it on Harry's thigh.
He couldn't say anything because he didn't want to draw any more attention to the naked Veela, but also because he was incredibly aroused and didn't want her to remove it. When it started creeping toward his crotch, he began to find it difficult to pay any more than the most rudimentary attention to wherever the conversation happened to be going.
Ron rambled about how bad the Cannons were doing this year and her hand shifted a few millimetres.
Hermione made some comment about what they'd studied in Transfiguration that morning and Gabby's hand moved a bit more.
Ron asked him some question about the Merpeople in the lake and how they reacted to something Harry had done yesterday and the hand inched a bit further.
Harry tried to answer Ron's question but he wasn't sure the answer made any sense at all.
Suddenly, Gabrielle's hand was grasping him through his robes. He was like iron.
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