Chapter Specific Warnings: Roleplay (Cheerleader), Clamps, Anal, Teasing, Spanking, Rough Sex.

Chapter 26: The BiWitch Tournament

"I'm going to die," Gabrielle wheezed, doubling over in pain.

"It was five quick laps around the stadium and a sprint back to the castle, Delacour. I usually run to Hogsmeade and back. I decided to take it easy on you," Daphne teased. She pulled out the scrunchie keeping her hair in place, letting her golden tresses tumble over her shoulders. It felt good to pause and let the crisp morning air caress her sweaty skin. "I thought Quidditch players were supposed to be athletic?"

"We are. You just run unnaturally fast," Gabrielle muttered, trying not to stare at Daphne's ass. The girl wore a jacket with a white sports bra underneath, and hot pink yoga pants that hugged her curves. Doubled over as she was, Daphne's ass was right in front of her eyes. And even if she wasn't particularly interested in women, even Gabrielle could admit it was magnificent. "Why do you even bother?"

"Unlike Susan who looks like a domestic goddess without any effort and you with your amazing Veela genes, I actually have to put in the effort to look good. Plus, I like running. It clears my head."

"Still worried about the whole fake engagement thing? Why not just say the two of you decided to wait?"

"Doesn't work that way," Daphne explained as they walked across the courtyard. "At the very least we have to pretend to be engaged until summer, till we can get Harry away from his sorry excuse for relatives. And just telling Dumbledore we're engaged doesn't work. If I need to keep the sword that is my father dangling over our esteemed Headmaster's head, I need him to believe it. And that means acting engaged in public as well."

"Harry took it surprisingly well. I just hope he does the traditional thing and proposes to me instead of making me do it as well," Gabrielle teased.

"You want a big fancy proposal with lots of pageantry and tears?" Daphne smirked. The Veela did seem the type to enjoy something like that.

"A girl can dream. I definitely know I want a better ring."

"This was a friendship ring from Tracey." Daphne nervously rotated the simple platinum band on her finger, having spotted Pansy strutting towards them from the opposite direction.

"So it's true," her fellow Slytherin said without preamble, her eyes immediately drawn to the sunlight glinting off the ring on Daphne's finger. "Buzz around the Common Room is that the runt asked you to marry him and you actually said yes. I thought, not even Greengrass can be that stupid. Turns out, I was wrong."

Daphne grabbed Gabrielle's wrist and closed her palm, gently extinguishing the flame that had started to dance over her fingers.

"Pansy! I thought you'd be happy. After all, surely you know Malfoy was looking to replace you with me." Daphne eyed the raven-haired girl up and down slowly, her sweet smile full of venom. "Now you don't have any competition. Not that I ever had any interest in playing 'Find the Tiny Penis' with Malfoy. You can keep it."

"I wonder how you can stand the smell of the menagerie you keep." Pansy turned to Gabrielle, wrinkling her nose.

"Oh, after walking in on you sucking off your boyfriend and having to breathe in the stench of his putrid seed everything smells like daffodils to me now, Pansy. By the way," Daphne leaned closer, pretending to hug her fellow Slytherin, "insult my husband or any of the women I love ever again and I'll carve out that shriveled black thing you call a heart and nail it to a wall."

Daphne pulled away with a sickly sweet smile, her eyes as cold as ice. "Nice talk, bestie. We should have these more often."

Gabrielle covered up a giggle under the guise of coughing and let Daphne grab her free arm, the two continuing their trek to the castle.

"Oh, by the way, sweetie?"

"What?" Pansy growled.

"I also had the misfortune of getting a glimpse of your technique. Pitiful, but it's not really your fault. You don't have a lot to practice with, do you? Tell you what, if you ever want pointers, you know where to find me. After learning how to polish my fiance's tree trunk, I'm pretty sure I can give you a few pointers on how to clean your boyfriend's eraser." Daphne winked and marched to the open castle doors with a giggling Gabrielle, neither blonde sparing a red-faced Pansy another glance.

"You didn't have to do that," Gabrielle whispered, trying to contain her laughter. They walked down empty hallways at a leisurely pace. Everyone was taking advantage of the first sunny Sunday in a long time to visit Hogsmeade or spend the day on the grounds, leaving the castle mostly devoid of people.

"Yes, I did. I've been off my game all year. Ever since Malfoy Sr. threatened my father with the possibility of Draco inheriting the Greengrass family title and fortune because I couldn't find a suitable match, to be quite honest. They seem to think there's a new pecking order in Slytherin. I was just reminding her of her place."

"Any progress with Astoria?"

Daphne sighed. "With everything going on, I haven't had the time to figure out why my sister thinks the sun shines out of that preening peacock's ass."

"She'll grow out of it. We all have that one stupid crush." Gabrielle dropped her voice to a whisper. "Did you know my sister wanted to get with Roger Davies during the first few days of our stay here?"

"Tell your sister to stick to women. She has shit taste in men."

"Noted," Gabrielle chuckled. "You didn't have to defend me, you know?"

"I know."

"But, thank you. Before you and Harry, nobody ever cared to defend my Veela heritage. Oh, they were more than happy at the thought of fucking me or my sister, but each and every one of them made it clear that we would never be anything more than bedwarmers."

"You're much more than a bed warmer to me, Gabrielle," Daphne said softly.

"I know. You lurveeeee me," Gabrielle smirked, poking Daphne's side.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Daphne said coldly. She yanked her arm free and stomped into the library, flopping into the seat next to Susan's.

"What's gotten into her?" Hermione asked.

Gabrielle shrugged and slipped into the chair next to Katie's. "Pansy."

"Talk about a rotten start to your day," Katie said with a sympathetic smile. She gently poked Padma, who pushed herself off the table with a groan and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Were you up all night?" Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We were," Hermione confirmed. "We've turned the entire library upside down over the past week. Checked every bloody book in the Forbidden Section."

"And?" Daphne pressed.

"Couldn't find a single book on soulmates. In fact, there are no books that reference soul magic of any kind."

"That's weird. That's weird, right? I mean, I know for a fact there's a book that teaches you how to make untraceable poisons. Neville stumbled on it while doing research on Gillyweed. If the school keeps a book about that, surely there will be one about soul magic," Susan murmured, turning to look at all the girls gathered around the table as she braided her hair.

"Certainly strange that no book even mentions it. Maybe someone removed them?"

"You're being paranoid, Daphne. Why would anyone remove those books?" Gabrielle asked.

"Checked the books out to read them?" Hermione suggested.

"All of them?"

"As weird as I find it to finally agree on something with a Slytherin, Daphne's got a point. Between the castle having no books at all on soul magic and us not finding any books because someone removed them all, common logic dictates the latter is much more likely," Katie said with a sigh. "Did Dobby have anything to add?"

"He can just feel the connection between us and Harry. All of us have it, not just Susan. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand what it is," Padma mumbled, resting her cheek against the cool wood of the table.

"No clue why the merfolk kept calling me his Dark Mate?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nope."

"We could ask them?" Padma suggested.

"I don't think any of us are eager to go back to that lake, pumpkin. They did try to kill three people sitting around this table," Daphne pointed out.

"And Harry," Gabrielle piped in.

"And Harry."

"How about… we just drop it for now?" Susan suggested. When all heads turned to her, she sighed. "Look, this week has been incredibly stressful. Between the task, getting Krum and Katarina settled, and the whole fiasco with Daphne's fake proposal we are all running ragged. I think it's time for a break."

"But what about-"

"It wasn't a suggestion, Hermione," Susan cut her off. "We're all running on fumes. I won't even talk about how stressed Harry is these days. We need a break and our soulmate needs a distraction."

"Yes, Mother," Daphne smirked. She slowly unscrewed the lid off the water bottle she had pulled from Susan's bag and pressed it against her lips, savoring the feel of the water running down her parched throat. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Well, the Triwizard Tournament is the beginning of all our grief, yes?"

"It's also how we found each other, but yes, go on," Katie said, helping Susan with the last portion of her braid.

"What if we had our own spin on it?"

"I suppose we can put on a relaxing show for Harry where we beat all the organizers on the head with a broomstick for their sheer stupidity," Daphne mused.

"Maybe add a little fire for flair?" Gabrielle added.

Susan rolled her eyes at Daphne. "No." She turned to Gabrielle. "Definitely not. I was thinking more along the lines of… we could uhm… we could divide ourselves into teams of two and whoever uhm… you know, distracts Harry the most till the Third Task wins?"

"By 'distract' you mean seduce Harry into railing our brains out, yes?" Katie asked with a grin.

"Yes," Susan squeaked, her cheeks pink.

"How would we measure… said distraction?" Hermione asked.

"If only there was a way to discern if a man has a satisfactory ending to sex," Katie said with a grin.

Hermione blinked. "What?"

"Cum. She wants us to count the number of times we can get Harry to cum," Padma mumbled in between cute yawns.

"That works for me."

"So we just count the number of times both girls in a team get Harry off and add it up for the total? The team with the highest total wins?" Susan suggested.

"What do we win?"

"We'll decide that later, Hermione. How do we keep track of the score?"

"We'll note it down and report it at the end?" Daphne suggested.

"Yeah, I'm not trusting a number you come up with," Katie teased with a grin.

"Oh! OH! I've been tinkering with a parchment that lets Harry and Sirius talk instantly. I could make copies of it and charm it so we can't lie. Every team will get one and you can mark your uhm… successful distractions. There'll be a master parchment that records the score in real-time."

"Seems like we have a plan." Susan smiled. "The only thing left is to decide the teams. In the interest of fairness, I have to say Katie and Hermione, and Daphne and Padma can't be on the same team."

"Why not?" Padma pouted.

"They know we're Harry's favorites, pumpkin," Daphne said with a smirk, leaning over to kiss Padma's hand.

"No." Susan rolled her eyes, gently smacking Daphne's arm. "The two of you are too attuned to each other. It's freaky. Katie and Hermione are in the same House as Harry so they'd have an unfair advantage over the rest of us."

"How about-" Hermione bit her lip. "Me and Padma, Katie and Gabrielle? That should give us an even footing."

"Me and Fi?" Susan exchanged a glance with Daphne. A chance to relive the good old days (even if they had been just six months ago), when it was just them and Harry.

"I'm in," Daphne said.

"Alright. I'll get to designing the parchments," Hermione said.

"And I-"

"Are going straight to bed," Daphne said, cutting Padma off.

"Yes, mistress." Padma blushed. She gathered her books and pushed them into her bag, slinging it around her shoulders before shambling out of the library, yawning ever so often.

"Where is Harry?"

"Flying," Hermione answered Daphne's question, her head buried in a pile of parchment.

"Right, I should-"

"Go write a letter to your father telling him about your newly engaged status before he reads about it in the Prophet?" It was Gabrielle's turn to interrupt Daphne. "It's already been a week, it's only a matter of time before Skeeter picks up the story."

"Fine." Daphne huffed. She had been putting off writing to her father, but she knew she could only avoid it for so long. She got up and stretched, before walking out of the library at a leisurely pace.

"But I can-"

"Get ready because your aunt is taking you and Harry to lunch?" Gabrielle turned to Susan with a sweet smile.

Susan's eyes grew wide. "Right."

"Best to stay away from Harry today, don't you think?" Gabrielle teased. "Wouldn't want to risk her walking in on the two of you again."

"Aren't your parents in school too?"

"Yes, but they're currently ripping all the judges a new one. Then, they plan to take Fleur and Alicia to lunch so I'm safe till evening. That's not the case for you, Susan," Gabrielle said, smiling complacently.

"You're evil," Susan muttered, shaking her head and running after Daphne.

"She's not wrong. That was bloody devious," Katie said with a grin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Katie," Gabrielle replied, casually examining her nails.

"Well, now that the field is clear, we should capitalize on it. Let's go to the stadium and give our boyfriend a changing room surprise."

"Hermione's still here," Gabrielle hissed, nodding at the bushy-haired girl. She was muttering quietly to herself as she scribbled on a piece of parchment.

"I don't think she even realizes we're still here," Katie murmured.

"Huh. Anyways, I think I have a plan," Gabrielle murmured, clicking her fingers in front of Hermione. When she didn't receive a reaction, she turned to Katie.

"Go on."

"Why not maximize our starting lead?"

"How?"

"Well, where will Harry go after flying?"

Katie mused on the question for a second. "His dorms. To drop off his gear and broomstick before he joins Susan and her aunt for lunch."

"One of us should wait for him there while the other warms him up in the changing room," Gabrielle said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Have something particular in mind?" Katie asked.

"I think I do…"

"Gabrielle."

"How did you know it was me?" Gabrielle whispered, wrapping her slender arms around his waist. She pressed her naked body against his back under the shower, groaning in delight as the hot water hit her sore muscles.

"You smell of pine cones and daffodils. Shouldn't work together, but it does. And you're the only one in the entire castle who smells of that," Harry murmured with a smile. He melted into his girlfriend's embrace, glad for her company. Flying usually soothed him, but his lazy laps around the stadium had done nothing to ease his racing mind. The stress of the last task, of his connection with all the women in his life, of the new complication with Daphne (not that he minded being engaged to her. But she was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it.). It was all proving to be a bit too much for him. "What're you doing here?"

"I needed a shower," Gabrielle whispered, slowly wrapping her hands around Harry's massive girth. She began to pump his length, lazily coaxing his cock to life. "And I thought I'd much rather have it with Hogwarts' best Quidditch player than the alternatives."

"What were the alternatives?" Harry asked, his breath hitching. His cock twitched at being called the best Quidditch player in the school. He could feel Gabrielle smile against his back at the realization that he wasn't above a little flattery.

"Let Daphne try to introduce me to the cult of healthy living. Or, since we are unfortunate enough to share a bathroom, accidentally listen to Alicia spank Fleur. Again." Gabrielle rolled her eyes. As happy as she was that her sister had found true love, she really did not need to hear her be 'the perfect little Veela' for her new girlfriend.

"In fairness love, I think she's had to listen to you be my adorable cheerwitch on a fair few occasions," Harry murmured, groaning quietly as Gabrielle's thumb circled his sensitive tip. She gently grazed her nail against the sensitive skin and his knees buckled, the man resting his palms flat against the wall to keep himself upright.

While Gabrielle was an adept flier and a good player in her own right, she had a love for pageantry just like any other Veela. And so, she enjoyed joining the cheerleading contingent of her team whenever she was benched or subbed out. Harry had seen her dance, and if he was being honest, there were few other things that turned him on as much as that.

"Are you in my mind, Monsieur Potter?"

"Maybe," Harry teased, slowly turning around in her arms. "Now, why are you really here? You usually never miss an opportunity to get naked around Daphne. Teasing her seems to be your favorite pastime these days," Harry smiled, his cock throbbing at the sight of the angelic figure in front of him.

Gabrielle barely reached up to his chest, her short, petite figure straight out of a wet dream. Her big blue eyes perfectly complimented her cute, full blood-red lips, the platinum curls cascading down and framing her face completing the look of sultry innocence. Her firm, pert breasts were capped by stiff pink nubs that were an open invitation to be nipped and sucked. The trickle of wetness running down her slender thigh was immediately washed away by the water, but not before filling the air around them with the heady scent of her arousal.

"I have a surprise for you. Finish your shower and come out," she whispered, kissing the tanned skin of his firm chest before slipping out.

"Tease," Harry muttered, reluctantly getting back to washing the shampoo out of his hair. He finished as fast as he could before turning off the tap. He grabbed a fresh towel off the rack and patted himself dry. He wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the cubicle, a large tent in the damp white garment around his waist.

Gabrielle was waiting for him in the changing room. Except, she wasn't naked any longer. Like him, she had taken the opportunity to put on something.

"You… I…" Harry croaked, his throat suddenly dry. She was wearing a short red miniskirt and golden stockings accentuating her long legs, along with a scarlet crop top trimmed with gold that left her toned stomach on display. In her hands were two scarlet and gold pom poms.

"You wanted to see a picture of me in my cheerwitch costume. I thought it'd be more fun to have Trudy mail me the actual costume instead," Gabrielle replied with a smirk.

"It's not… uhm-" Harry cleared his throat, suddenly having lost the ability to speak.

"Well, I obviously had to make a few modifications to it. Need to get in the habit of cheering on my new favorite team in the school I'll be attending next year after all," she murmured, taking a step towards him.

"We don't have cheerwitches."

"I'll start a troupe for the team. Don't worry."

"Okay," Harry murmured, entranced by the vision in front of him.

"Now, you have a cute, innocent cheerwitch all alone in the changing room with you. She's heard so much about you. You're her hero," Gabrielle whispered, biting her lower lip. She leaned heavily into her French accent, her voice low and husky. "You've played hard and flown well. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" She closed the distance between them and hooked a finger in the towel, pulling it free from his waist. She gasped, holding a pom pom against her lips. "Monsieur Potter! That's such a big broomstick! How will I ever learn how to ride it?"

"Are you sure you want to?" Harry whispered.

"Oui. But you'll have to teach me. I hear you're the best teacher I could ask for…" Gabrielle murmured, caressing the tanned, scarred skin of Harry's firm chest with a finger. She grinned and took a step backward, striking a pose. "And an H. A. R-R… Y!" She squealed excitedly, dancing out the words. "Harryyyy Potter!" She shook her pom poms together, smiling innocently at her boyfriend.

The dam finally broke. Acting on pure instinct, Harry grabbed her wrist and turned her around, his hands shifting to her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Gabrielle groaned at the rough handling, hiding a smile behind her pom pom. Quidditch players and Cheerwitches. They were a stereotype for a reason, after all. She just needed to duplicate the uniform so she could wear it every bloody day until the final task.

"Oh, Monsieur Potter! Please be gentle! I have never-" she begged, only to be silenced when Harry gagged her with a clean polishing cloth from his kit.

"Quiet. Who's my good little cheerwitch?" Harry asked, pushing her crop top above her breasts. Gabrielle moaned as the rough fabric brushed against her sensitive nipples, ignoring the urge to cover up her chest with her hands in favor of gently pumping her arms to rustle the pom poms together.

"Good girl," Harry growled, slowly kissing down her slender neck. His hands moved to her pert breasts and began to gently massage the small mounds, causing the girl to moan quietly.

Harry plucked out two beater clips from his kit. They were exactly like clothespins, except they were metal, had bells, and attached to a Beater's clothes to let their teammates easily keep track of them and the bludgers.

Gabrielle groaned as he teased her rosy bud with the cold metal of the clamp, her eyes flying wide open when it closed around her bud. Her nipple instantly transformed into a throbbing pinpoint of stinging and she glanced down at it with big blue eyes. She squealed as Harry picked up the other clamp, lazily teasing her free nipple with it.

Gabrielle's hands flew behind her, wrapping around his thick thighs for support as he closed the other clamp around her nipple. A lone tear leaked out of the corner of her eye and tracked down her cheek. "Hharrhy!" She moaned, the bells jingling as Harry grabbed her shoulder and roughly bent her over the table.

Harry pushed her skirt up, tucking the edge in its own waistband. He grinned at the utter lack of underwear. Gabrielle's firm, round cheeks were on full display and he couldn't resist.

SMACK!

"Not even a thong under that silly excuse of a skirt, Miss Delacour? And what if there's a strong wind?"

"Shorry," Gabrielle moaned. Unable to help herself, she gently wiggled her ass.

SMACK!

"Who's my naughty little cheerwitch?"

Gabrielle groaned, her mind focused on the pink handprints blooming on both her cheeks.

"I ahm, shir," she mumbled, slumping against the table, her knees weak.

"Naughty cheerwitches get punished." Harry rummaged in his kit until he found what he was looking for. His lucky snitch. The very first one he'd ever caught. It had lost its wings, but most of its original charm still remained.

Harry pushed the snitch against his lips. "Did you know I won my very first match because I accidentally nearly swallowed the snitch?" Harry asked as he ran his tongue over the golden orb, coating it with his saliva. "Yep. Those were some good days."

"Yhou mhiss?" Gabrielle asked, her eyes fluttering close. Harry was massaging her ass, gently pulling the cheeks apart to reveal her virgin, tight puckered hole.

"Nah. It didn't have you. It didn't have the others. As complicated as things are now, my life is infinitely better with you in it, Gabrielle Delacour," Harry whispered, breaking character for a second.

The somber atmosphere was immediately lifted by Gabrielle's surprised shriek when Harry pressed the cold metal ball against her ass. Harry placed a hand on her back to pin the squirming girl in place, gently but firmly overcoming the resistance offered by her tight ass as he pushed the ball inside it. Gabrielle moaned loudly as the ball began to buzz violently, a gush of arousal leaking out of her pussy and staining her golden stockings.

The heady aroma hung in the air around them. Harry's cock twitched, Gabrielle's Veela physiology chipping away at the last bits of self-control he had left. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her up against his chest.

"I like hearing your pretty moans and screams," Harry whispered, yanking the cloth from her mouth. "But talk too much and I promise I'll fuck you right in the middle of the pitch."

Gabrielle shuddered in his arms. As terrifying as the prospect was, a small part of her seemed far too excited at the prospect of Harry claiming her ass while her entire new team watched their Seeker ravish their new cheerwitch.

Fuck. I'm getting the Katie bug already.

She groaned quietly as Harry kicked her legs apart, leaning into him for support. Every small movement caused her pom poms to rustle, causing Harry's cock to twitch against her thigh. Gabrielle grinned.

So he likes to roleplay, does he?

"The clamps and the plug stay till I remove them. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Gabrielle moaned breathlessly.

"Is it true what they say about Veela and their asses?"

"It's so sensitive!" Gabrielle squealed as the buzzing intensified. Her knees buckled completely, the girl only remaining upright because of the supporting arm wrapped around her waist. "Y-yes, sir," she groaned, knowing Harry expected an answer from her. She'd heard of Veela cumming their brains out from a single finger in their ass. To be plugged with a buzzing ball for however long Harry decided? Oh, that was exquisite torture indeed.

She could feel the tension build up in the pit of her stomach, and she knew her climax would be explosive and quick. She arched her back, pushing her ass up against his crotch in a desperate attempt to get him to tumble over the edge with her.

Harry didn't miss a beat. His hands shifted to grab her hips as he angled her wet slit with his tip before he pulled her towards him and impaled her tight pussy with one ruthless thrust.

"Be… gentle… just… innocent… cheerwitch…" Gabrielle gasped out, her chest heaving for breath. Harry was pounding in and out of her as fast as he could. She had lost all control over her Allure and while Harry had gotten better at controlling himself around it, there was no controlling the primal urge to claim her as his mate that it activated.

"Are you going to be my personal cheerwitch, sweet pixie?" Harry growled. He grabbed her chin with his free hand, making her look down at the gentle curve of her flat abdomen every time he pushed deep into her belly. It was clear what he wanted. He wanted her to watch him claim her.

"Y-yes," Gabrielle moaned, forcing herself to keep her eyes open and watch. "Sir," she added quickly.

"And what are your duties?" Harry asked. His own eyes were closed, letting instinct guide him. The room was soon filled with the melody of the bells ringing as Gabrielle's breasts jiggled, her body bouncing against his with every thrust.

Her walls were already clamping around his shaft, gripping it in a hold of velvet iron as it tried to milk him for his seed. Her arousal was streaming down her legs, completely drenching her satin stockings.

"To… to provide… stress relief…" Gabrielle moaned, unable to think or speak clearly. All her attention was fixed on the buzzing in her ass and the pleasant burn of her pussy walls, not to mention the ever-growing coil of tension in her belly.

"I don't care who's in here, you're going to be here every match on your knees and suck me off before the game."

"S-suck you off?" Gabrielle looked up at the mirror in front of them, batting her eyelashes innocently. She watched him through the mirror, entranced. He was perfect, from the sweat rolling off his forehead to his broad shoulders and firm chest.

"Don't worry, sweet pixie. You'll learn," Harry whispered, rocking his hips desperately, his thick shaft thrusting deep into her needy womanhood with every push. "And I want you in my shower stall after every match, no matter the outcome."

"Oui! Oui, Monsieur," Gabrielle moaned, babbling incoherently in French. Unlike every other Veela couple she knew, her Allure reinforced Harry's control while making her lose her own. It was almost as if her magic was telling her he was the one. The one she could safely surrender herself to.

And surrender she did. She closed her eyes, her body limp. She gave herself up to her lover, riding on the high of her approaching orgasm.

"Who's my perfect cheerwitch?" Harry groaned, his balls tightening. He was close but he steeled his will, determined to hold on until she finished with him.

"I am, sir!" Gabrielle screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The increased buzzing in her ass in time with Harry's increasingly frenzied thrusts was too much for the frustrated girl to overcome and she came with a scream that echoed around the room. She squirted, her cum coating his cock and drenching her thighs and his.

Harry lasted for a few more thrusts, bravely pushing through her fluttering walls until it was too much for him to bear and he tumbled over the edge with a desperate groan. He buried his cock in her pussy, filling her belly with ropes of thick, warm cum.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, their bodies enmeshed as they both tried to catch their breath. Eventually, Harry pulled out, responding to Gabrielle's disappointed groan with a gentle pat on her ass.

He slumped down on the bench and helped the exhausted girl into his lap, gently wrapping his arms around her sweaty, slender body.

"This was a nice surprise," Harry whispered, gently brushing his lips against her damp forehead.

"Thought I'd give you a reason not to break up with me before subjecting you to the nightmare that is my maman tonight," Gabrielle whispered back, snuggling into his chest and yawning quietly.

"I'd never break up with my cute cheerwitch. Who's going to spur me on if I do?" Harry teased.

"Do you really want me cheering you on every match?"

"Yes. Did I overdo it?"

"No." Gabrielle shook her head against his chest, her platinum blonde curls flying around. "I know you'd never make me do anything I don't want. Seeing the inner beast come out, hearing him, and letting him ravish me… it's exciting," Gabrielle murmured, resting her head over his heartbeat.

"What if I wanted you to play with me? Presuming you get sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Then, sir," Gabrielle smirked into his chest, "I'll be the best Keeper Gryffindor has ever had."

"Is that so?"

"The best. I let no man or woman score." She pulled the pom poms free from her hands, watching them flutter to the ground.

"You let me score."

Gabrielle pulled away, her eyes serious for once. "You're not just any man, Harry Potter. You're special. You're the most important person in my life," she whispered, shyly kissing his forehead.

"I love you too," Harry murmured, climbing to his feet, Gabrielle safely ensconced in his arms. "Shower?"

"Yes, please. But we'll have to be quick. "

"Why?"

Gabrielle smirked. "You'll see."

Gabrielle slipped into her sister's room, whistling happily. She grinned at the sight of her sister flopped face down on her pillow, groaning quietly.

"Please don't tell me lunch was that bad?"

"'orrible," Fleur muttered grumpily. "Our overbearing mother has started planning my wedding. And Alicia let slip I got a tattoo so maman made me show her!"

"But you got a tattoo of Alicia's name on your hip."

"I know!" Fleur groaned, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Good thing I haven't gotten mine yet," Gabrielle teased, climbing into bed next to her sister.

Fleur poked her head out of the pillows, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "What'll you get?"

"An enchanted tattoo of a golden snitch." Gabrielle bit her lower lip to stifle a moan as the buzzing in her ass intensified for a second.

"Where?"

"… on my ass."

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