June 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - Birthday Gift - Harry/Gabrielle

Bill was out on yet another dig, though he insisted he’d be back in England in time for Harry’s birthday party. Molly always insisted that it was a big affair with everyone present, but she wasn’t the only one with that expectation. Ever since she’d met him back during the Triwizard Tournament, Harry had been nothing but supportive and kind to her. He’d even risked his own life to rescue Gabrielle in the Black Lake when Fleur hadn’t been able to finish that task. Even if she would’ve been fine in the end, Harry hadn’t known that, and that made his rescue of her sister all the more meaningful.

With Bill gone, that meant that picking a present for Harry was all up to her. And just like every past year, she struggled with what to get him. He was a rich, famous wizard who could have anything that his heart desired. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t spoiled for choice, however. Harry rarely bought things for himself—he was a minimalist at heart due to his upbringing. He wouldn’t love anything grand or extravagant though. He always loved modest things that had plenty of thought, care, and love put into them. Which was exactly what made it so hard to pick gifts for him; the opportunities were endless, but they required careful, considerate planning.

She’d laid out several owl-order catalogues on her kitchen table at Shell Cottage. Each were from a variety of stores throughout England and France that had plenty of interesting and unique magical goods to pick from. Fleur didn’t necessarily expect to buy anything from them today, but she hoped that looking at new, unexpected gifts might help spark her imagination. This might be the only chance she might have for some peace now that she’d finally gotten her kids down to rest for their afternoon nap.

She was just sitting down with a hot cup of coffee when she heard the front door open.

“Fleur!”

Fleur laughed quietly to herself. “In here!” She called back, trusting in the silencing charm around her childrens’ bedrooms to keep the noise from disturbing them.

Like a puppy full of energy, Fleur’s younger sister, Gabrielle, came bounding into the kitchen. It still struck Fleur as to how much Gabrielle had changed in just the past few years. Where had that young, shy girl gone off to?

Gabrielle brushed her long, silvery-blond hair away from her face as she came to a stop in the kitchen. “What are those for?” She asked curiously at the catalogues.

“Not even a hello for your dear sister?” Fleur chuckled. It was the same thing everyday. Ever since Gabrielle had graduated from Beauxbatons just a month earlier, she’d been left with nothing to occupy her time. She could get a job if she wanted, but she insisted on having a break for the summer, which was fair enough. So, she instead decided to spend as much of her free time visiting Fleur and bugging her. It was cute… sometimes.

Gabrielle gave a dramatic sigh. “Hello, Fleur.”

“Hello, Gabrielle,” she smiled in reply.

“What are those for?” Gabrielle repeated.

“I’m looking for a birthday gift for Harry,” Fleur answered.

Just saying his name left Gabrielle’s stomach full of butterflies. It was obvious enough to Fleur, who still had the same feelings for Bill even after their marriage and having two children with him and a third on the way. She’d never quite grown out of the crush she’d had on him since he rescued her from that lake. No boyfriend she ever briefly had could ever match up to him.

“I’ll help,” Gabrielle quickly volunteered. “Is he having a party?”

“Yes,” Fleur said amusedly. “And you can come if you promise to behave.”

“I’m always on my best behaviour,” Gabrielle pouted.

“Uh huh,” Fleur rolled her eyes. “And you do understand that being on your best behaviour means that you won’t hit him with a full blast of your full allure when he isn’t expecting it, right?”

Gabrielle grinned, clearly caught out on where her mind was going. Ever since she’d turned eighteen earlier in the year, her full Veela powers had finally come into fruition. Her allure was as powerful as Fleur’s, and she had an impressive amount of control over it too. Although it was impossible to solely limit its effects to a single person, she could concentrate most of it around one person or a small group.

“It’s not like he wouldn’t want me anyway,” Gabrielle countered. “I mean, just look at me!”

Yes, like all Veela, Gabrielle was incredibly gorgeous. But Fleur just sighed. “Maybe bringing you to the party isn’t the best idea.”

“No, no, no, please!” Gabrielle quickly pleaded with her sister. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Even if she was being truthful now, Fleur knew that Gabrielle couldn’t help herself when she saw something or someone that she liked. More than likely, she’d be propositioning Harry for a private rendezvous by the end of the evening.

Hmm…

Fleur glanced back down at those catalogues and wondered if she’d maybe erred in looking to them for a solution. Harry never was very materialistic, but he did love interesting experiences. His trips around the globe had proved that much.

Gabrielle was gorgeous and a Veela. What kind of man wouldn’t want her? Besides that, she looked somewhat similar to Fleur. Even if Harry was able to avoid being affected by her passive allure, she’d still caught him checking her out more than once. He was always gentlemanly about it and not creepy like most other men could be. If he was attracted to her physically, then why not Gabrielle?

Fleur hesitated before she opened her mouth. Was she really about to suggest what she was going to? Harry and Gabrielle were both single, attractive, and fun people. And at least there was a strong one-sided attraction. Perhaps Harry might discover the same too.

“Actually,” Fleur said with a sly smile. “Why don’t you be bad instead.”

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The blinding cameras and screaming fans had gotten old from the very first moment Harry had experienced them. He’d grown up in the wizarding world with a certain level of fame and publicity that he’d slowly become adjusted to, but he hadn’t realised just how much Dumbledore had shielded him from all of the glitz and glamour that came with being known as the saviour of the wizarding world. Now that the old wizard was dead and Harry had finally defeated Voldemort, there was no one left to stop the press and his adoring fans from coming after him.

Anywhere he went, barring Hogwarts and his home of course, he was left bewildered by how much people seemed to love him. As a general rule, he avoided speaking to the press as much as possible, but Hermione postulated that this only made him seem more mysterious, therefore driving the desire to learn more about him. He couldn’t even walk down Diagon Alley anymore without being stopped a hundred times before he’d even reached Gringotts.

It made his work as an Auror terribly difficult. Kingsley, the new Minister after the war, had been overjoyed that Harry wanted to join the Auror corps and take up his family’s ancestral seat on the Wizengamot. It was evidence that the Man-Who-Won believed in the new government and was going to do everything in his power to succeed. However, no one expected just how much his fame would hinder his ability to work.

In the first month after training, Harry was barred from being put on a patrol anywhere. His fame was a hindrance, and he’d be swarmed by the press and adoring fans instead of being able to suss out any trouble. Then, he wasn’t allowed to deal with any basic disputes that happened in a public place—they found that they often needed at least half-a-dozen Aurors to keep him from being swarmed while he wrote down both parties’ statements.

Eventually, he was relegated to only dealing with serious cases. He often worked alongside Senior Aurors and Hit Wizards, which only added to the mystique around him.

It was no wonder that he and Ginny broke up not long after he started working as an Auror. Besides the fact that they were struggling to work as a couple after their experiences during the war, she couldn’t handle the incessant fame that plagued every aspect of their lives. It was her choice to break up with him, but Harry wasn’t especially heartbroken about it. They still saw each other constantly whenever he was over at the Burrow or at the many gatherings they both attended.

Since then, Harry had tried to date around, but it was hard. Everyone knew who he was, so it was never possible to start a relationship on equal footing. He’d hooked up with several witches, mostly foreigners from all across the globe who were less likely to end up with a Witch Weekly article about them, but he’d never found anyone he was drawn to enough to stick around with. At best, fucking them acted as stress relief for him, which he so desperately needed.

It seemed that he was being pushed and pulled every which way lately. Between work and the press hounding him, he rarely had a chance to just relax and spend time with those closest to him.

Thankfully, today was the day that he’d finally have the break that he so desperately needed.

As the work day came to a close and Harry wrapped up the last bit of paperwork he needed to get done, he hurried out of the Auror Offices and took the lift down to the Atrium. As per usual, a permanent rotation of at least half-a-dozen reporters stood watch near the massive fountain, waiting for anyone of note to pass by. As soon as they spotted Harry, they all rushed to get their cameras ready.

Harry pulled the hood of his cloak up to obscure his face as best he could and sped along, ignoring the reporters’ calls. He managed to duck through the crowd and make it to the apparation point before any of them could reach him, and then he turned on his heels and apparated away.

After the war, a point of pride for Harry had been reclaiming his family’s holdings. As an adult, he was entitled to the entire Potter-family wealth. There were a few smaller properties, which had fallen into disuse, but Harry was more interested in Potter Manor. This ancestral seat of the Potter family had been rebuilt four times throughout its history due to conflicts with various dark witches and wizards, and Harry made it five times.

Located in the countryside by Camrbidge, Potter Manor sat atop a wide stretch of fertile land. Fields of grain and gardens filled with fruits, vegetables, and magical ingredients littered the surrounding landscape. A fine stand of old oak and birch trees sat to the north of the manor, and a Quidditch pitch sat to the east. There was a paved clearing immediately to the west of the manor, which Harry often used to host parties for his friends and family.

The manor itself was done in a Jacobean architectural style, similar to how it’d been rebuilt not long before the formation of the British Ministry of Magic after the Wizards’ Council came to an end. It sported grand windows and wonderful columns that gave the exterior of the manor some texture. The pale red brick and pale ornamentation provided a wonderful compliment to one another. The manor comprised two levels as well as a small cellar. It had enough rooms for most of his close friends and family to spend the night if need be and a wonderful kitchen that Harry shared with Kreacher.

As Harry landed just inside of the foyer, he was immediately accosted with a surprising burst of sound and light as dozens of people shouted in unison: “Happy Birthday!”

Harry laughed and brushed away the multicoloured confetti that was falling down atop his head. Hermione had the foresight to warn him about the planned surprise party so that he didn’t accidentally attack one of his guests when they surprised him—it wouldn’t have been the first time that that mistake happened.

The Weasleys, most of the former members of the DA, Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, Kingsley, and several other of his friends from the Ministry were all crowded around him.

A drink was forced into his hand and a party hat atop his head. Then, suddenly, an explosion sounded off above everyone’s heads reading: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!

Everyone went silent and turned to George, who was staring up at his firework with pride.

“Please don’t blow up my house, George,” Harry smiled weakly.

“Trust me, I did so much testing before this to make sure that exact thing wouldn’t happen,” George assured him.

Kingsley cleared his throat. “That testing you did wouldn’t have anything to do with the recent case of abandoned muggle barns being exploded all over the countryside, would it?”

George didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I most certainly would not partake in the wanton destruction of property just to make a wicked firework for Harry’s birthday.”

A vein popped in Kingsley’s forehead, thus giving Hermione the sign she needed to intervene.

“Let’s go outside!” She suggested helpfully. “The party’s set up out there!”

A general round of agreement saw everyone make their way outside. George, noticeably, kept a reasonable distance from Kingsley.

The paved clearing outside of Potter Manor was set up with several tables laden with food and drink. Large speakers played music from the wireless at a reasonable enough level for everyone to still be able to have conversations over. Ron and Hermione took up the task of guiding Harry outside and centralising him in the middle of everything so that people could take turns coming up to chat with him.

It was nice to finally have everyone together again. They had parties quite often, but it was rare for them all to be together like this. They always made the effort for his birthday though. He told them that they didn’t need to bother with so much, but they insisted that it was necessary for all that he’d done for the wizarding world. He then insisted that no thanks was necessary, and they agreed to disagree.

The hours wore on, and Harry felt all of his work-related stress slowly leave his body. This was what he’d fought for all his life: peace. A time where he, his friends, and his family could all gather without the terror and fear of a dark witch or wizard showing up and ruining everything.

It was perfect.

Or… almost perfect.

The only part missing was someone he could share this with. He didn’t need a long-term partner right now, just someone he could share the party with and then have a wonderful evening together afterwards.

Still, Harry smiled and had a pleasant enough time. But as the party started to wind down and couples got ready to leave, he couldn’t help but feel envious again.

Thankfully, his mood was lifted when Bill and Fleur came over to see him. Bill shook his hand and wished him a happy birthday before running off to grab a drink. Then Fleur leaned in close to give him a hug.

“There’s something special waiting for you in your bedroom,” Fleur murmured into his ear. As she pulled away, a sly smile graced her lips, like she was on some inside joke that he had no idea about.

He gave her a curious look. Since she’d married Bill, Harry had been Fleur’s closest friend within the Weasley stronghold. Molly and Ginny had come around to her, but their relationship still lingered with tensions over their initial development. Harry had been the only person who’d been close to her at the start, due their shared experiences in the Triwizard Tournament. She wasn’t the type to lie to or mislead him.

“Just go upstairs,” she assured him quietly. “It’s a special birthday present just for you. I know that you’ll love it.”

Why was she being so coy? Harry wondered. Fleur was always a proud sort, one who spoke her mind and made no apologies for that. What could she have possibly given him that required such obscurity?

“Trust me,” she whispered. “I’ll help get rid of everyone else. Just go and enjoy yourself.”

Harry was still perplexed, but Fleur had never led him astray before. He roamed the party, shaking hands and offering his goodbyes as everyone slowly left the celebration.

As it began to wind down, Fleur gave him a wink and intercepted the group of Weasleys before they could come and say their goodbyes to him. Taking this as his leave, Harry returned to his manor, faintly hearing the sounds of apparation taking place behind him.

Slowly, he climbed the staircase to the upper floor and followed the path towards his bedroom. The door was barely ajar, and there was the soft sound of music floating out from it.

He pushed open the door, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dim candlelight.

Everything seemed perfectly normal except for the unexpected guest in his bed. It took Harry a second to recognise her—at first believing it to be Fleur herself before quickly dismissing the idea as ridiculous given that he’d just seen her off.

Then, suddenly, it clicked.

“Gabrielle?” Harry said as he stepped into the room, quickly closing the door behind him.

Gabrielle gave him a sultry smile and sat up on his bed. Her lithe form was quite striking. She was smaller than Fleur in every way but her breasts stuck out just as much on her chest. He had a pretty good view of them other than the thin red ribbon that covered much of her body.

It must have taken a great deal of time to get that ribbon perfectly in place. A single thin strap ran around her torso, covering her nipples but leaving the vast majority of her breasts exposed. It spiralled down towards her hips from there, and another single strip barely covered her pussy and then ran back up in between her arsecheeks. It was all capped off with a lovely bow that sat high on her chest, just above her breasts. It looked like if he undid the bow, all of the ribbons would come falling off.

“Harry birthday, Harry,” Gabrielle purred.

Harry caught on quickly. “So, you’re Fleur’s present to me?”

“She thought that you needed someone a little bit bad in your life to help you let loose, and I was more than eager to play that part,” she grinned. “I don’t know if you knew, but I’ve had a crush on you ever since you saved me from the Black Lake. It’s been… hard trying to find anyone who could possibly match up to you, so I figured why not go for exactly who I wanted. After my eighteenth birthday, I knew that I was going to find you. I kept hoping you’d be over at Shell Cottage one day when I was visiting so that I could reconnect, but you’re a pretty busy man. I figured that you don’t have much time for coy witches, so here I am.”

Well, she wasn’t entirely wrong on that front. It wasn’t always easy to find time to date while he was working, especially since he could be gone for weeks at a time on a mission.

“You’re serious about this?” Harry asked as he slowly walked up to her.

“As serious as I can be,” Gabrielle confirmed. “Do you really think I’d show up here dressed like this if I didn’t want to make this happen? Just look at how pretty these ribbons are.”

“I’d hate to ruin these beautiful ribbons,” Harry said huskily as he ran his hand along the thin ribbon that covered Gabrielle’s perky breasts. He could see the outline of her nipples through it. The pad of his thumb teased one and then the other, and he delighted in the way that she shivered at his touch.

“There are other things you could ruin instead,” Gabrielle replied, batting her eyelashes at him. “My throat, for instance.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her. He didn’t know how experienced Gabrielle was at sex, but almost every woman he’d ever been with struggled with deepthroating his cock. He supposed that perhaps it might be easier to do as a Veela, but it still seemed like quite the challenge to beat.

“And how exactly do you propose that I do that?” He asked her.

“Like this,” she grinned, spinning around on the bed. All of the ribbons covering her important bits stayed perfectly in place—probably thanks to a Sticking Charm—as she laid down at the edge of the bed. She let her head fall gently off of the bed, her long, silvery-blond hair just barely grazing the floor, and opened her mouth wide for him.

Harry stepped over to where she’d placed herself, and his crotch seemed perfectly aligned with her face. “You just want me to fuck your throat like this?” He asked her, astounded at the lengths she was willing to go to in order to please him.

“Of course,” she giggled. She pushed her head closer to his crotch, and her teeth managed to nab his trouser’s zipper. She pulled it down with all the expert grace that only a Veela could attain and then reached in to free his cock and balls. Her eyes lit up when she felt his girth, and she quickly unveiled it to the air. “Merlin,” she gasped.

Harry scooted forward and pressed the underside of his cock against Gabrielle’s face. His shaft ran all the way from her hairline to her jaw, and the tip of his cock still poked out a bit further than that.

She was right; he was going to ruin her throat.

Gabrielle stuck out her tongue and teased it back and forth along the underside of his shaft. “Merlin, this thing is enormous,” she moaned softly. “And I want it all for myself.”

This witch was absolutely mad, Harry decided, but he wasn’t in a position to complain. If she wanted him, then he was going to give himself over to her completely for tonight.

He pulled his hips back, and Gabrielle instantly knew what was coming next. “Good girl,” he told her as opened her mouth wide for him. He saw her tremble in delight at his words and grinned. Did little Gabrielle have a praise kink? “I expect you to take it all without complaint. If you do, I’ll give you a special reward.”

“This is supposed to be a birthday present for you, though,” she pointed out weakly. “You don’t need to reward me for anything.”

“Oh, but I do,” Harry argued as he positioned the tip of his cock against her lower lip. “Besides, it’ll be just as much of a reward for me.”

He left her wondering what the reward could possibly be when he pushed forward with his hips. His cock moved easily into her open mouth, and her lips sealed tightly around his shaft. It was ridiculous how lewdly stretched out they were around his girth, but that just turned him on even more. She suckled at him, trying to pull him deeper inside of her mouth.

Harry obliged her, moving slowly at first when he was worried that this would be too uncomfortable for her, but when he realised that she could handle his size quite well, he pushed on faster. Nothing was as satisfying as entering into her tight throat and seeing it bulge out as his cock nestled itself inside of there. His balls ended up resting on her face when his cock was all the way inside of her.

Harry let out an audible groan as he leaned forward to groped Gabrielle’s breasts. She squirmed pleasantly as he felt up those two perky orbs. She was breathing expertly through her nose, letting him stay buried in her throat for as long as he wanted to.

After a few moments of entertaining himself, Harry pulled his hips back and let Gabrielle get a breath in around his cock.

“Very good,” he complimented her. “You’re doing better than anyone else I’ve ever been with before.”

“That’s because I am better than anyone else you’ve been with before,” Gabrielle said arrogantly before returning to sucking on the tip of his cock.

She just might be, Harry thought to himself. Her gorgeous, lithe, nimble body was a delight to behold. Her proportions were perfect, and she had surprisingly large breasts and an incredible arse for her frame. She could take his cock into her throat without complaint, and if her pussy was as hot, tight, and wet as Harry was imagining it was, she might just be the perfect woman.

He really did need to thank Fleur for this. He wondered if buying her a manor of her own would be enough of a repayment for this little minx.

Well, he could contemplate all of that later. Right now, his cock was throbbing with need, and he had the perfect witch to help take care of it.

He didn’t offer Gabrielle any warning when he went to plunge back into her throat, but she didn’t seem to need it. Her body seemed to relax naturally the second she detected any movement from him, and Harry pushed right back into her throat with a satisfied groan.

“That’s it,” Harry cooed. “Good girl.”

Gabrielle rubbed her thighs together, trying to stimulate herself as best she could without using her hands, which were now busy gripping Harry’s hips. She gargled around his thick cock as it stretched out her throat again and again. Harry kept a steady rhythm of thrusts, loving the feeling of his balls smacking off of Gabrielle’s face each time.

Saliva started to drip out of the corners of Gabrielle’s mouth. It was impossible for her lips to maintain a perfect seal around his cock when he was fucking her face like this.

Harry placed a hand over Gabrielle’s throat and literally felt as his cock made it bulge. He’d missed doing this, not that any other witch had ever been able to keep him in their throats as long as Gabrielle had so far. She didn’t even seem to need a break as he kept thrusting in and out of her.

He decided to give her one final test. He pushed his hips as far forward as they could go until his cock was as deep inside of her throat as possible. His balls ended up covering her nostrils, giving her no way to breathe.

It took a few seconds before she tried to breathe in again, and when she did, the suction around his cock became incredible. If he wasn’t well-versed at sex, he would’ve cum straight into her stomach right then and there.

Harry waited another couple seconds before finally pulling his hips back, leaving Gabrielle gasping for air.

“Suck it clean,” he told her when he realised just how much saliva was coating his shaft.

Gabrielle did so dutifully, sealing her lips tightly around his cock and licking it clean with her tongue as Harry slowly pulled back. She did an excellent job taking care of the mess, but they weren’t done yet. He extracted his cock from her mouth and crouched down in front of her messy face.

“You did very well,” Harry said lovingly as he pressed a kiss to Gabrielle’s clean forehead.

The panting witch wiped away the saliva that had accumulated on her face. “Do I get my reward now?” She asked hopefully.

Harry chuckled. “Yes, you do.”

He pulled out his wand and magically cleaned her face and freshened up her mouth before vanishing all of his clothes. Gabrielle’s eyes roamed his body appreciatively, but it was her body that he was focused on.

“Sit up,” he ordered her, and she acted quickly to fulfil his order.

She sat up on her knees, keeping her thighs parted slightly so that he could see the outline of her labia against the damp silk ribbon that clung to her there. He eyed her gorgeous body and the ribbons that strategically covered it. Just as he’d seen before, it was simply the bow above her chest that held the entire thing in place.

“I’m going to ravish you,” he told her as he grabbed the two loose ends of the bow.

Gabrielle’s eyes flared hungrily. “Then do it,” she egged him on. “Ruin me for anyone else.”

Harry tugged, and the ribbons quickly fell away from her body. It was like a world of art being unveiled as her tiny, rosy-pink nipples and wet pussy came into view.

Harry couldn’t stand it. He needed to be inside of her right now.

He shoved Gabrielle back onto the bed and pounced on top of her. She practically purred in response, locking her arms around his neck and helping to guide his cock right where it needed to go by contorting her body perfectly. His aching cock tried thrusting forward a couple of times before their bodies hit just the right spot and he slammed all the way inside of her. Her snug warmth engulfed his cock entirely, leaving his balls pressed right up against her pert arse.

“Merde!” Gabrielle moaned. Her walls clenched around him. “You’re so big!”

Some women he’d been with had complained to him with those exact same words, but they sounded like anything but a complaint from Gabrielle. She seemed to revel in the way his cock stretched out her tight little pussy beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She loved having him just fill her up in an instant and send her pleasure receptors into overdrive. Most importantly though, it told him that she wanted more, and the only way that was going to happen was if he shagged her silly.

But as easy as that sounded in his head, it was another thing entirely to do. Gabrielle was a Veela, and with that came an incredible beauty, an allure that turned lesser men into slaves, and an arrogance that knew no bounds. All of those were things anyone who happened to see a Veela could piece together, but Harry was experiencing something that few got the pleasure of ever feeling for themselves: how good they felt.

Gabrielle’s pussy seemed practically custom-made for his cock. Her walls seemed to hit the exact points where he was most sensitive without completely overwhelming his mind. She was unbelievably tight and yet still allowed him to easily move inside of her from how wet she was. Harry had never experienced a woman whose body was as close to as pleasurable as Gabrielle’s was. That didn’t account for everything that factored into incredible sex—the emotional and mental components were just as important as the physical ones—but Harry could easily say that Gabrielle was the best he’d ever had, and they hadn’t even finished yet.

He needed just a moment to regain his composure as he adjusted to this new level of pleasure. If he wasn’t careful, he’d finish inside of her in an instant, and he wasn’t willing to let this fun end so soon.

However, Gabrielle seemed to have no desire to let him pause for a moment. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his arse.

“Please, Harry,” she moaned again. “Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours.”

When she made a proposition like that, there was no way that Harry could refuse her.

Harry liked gentle sex from time to time, but tonight was going to be rough and wild. It was exactly what the two of them needed, and he was going to see it through that way to the end.

Harry pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her and then slammed forward with a groan of pleasure. Gabrielle used her feet to help propel his hips, making his cock really ram into her as hard as it could. It was intense and overwhelming, but neither of them were ever going to stop.

With long, powerful thrusts, Harry fucked Gabrielle. She was moaning constantly and letting out these cute little cries of pleasure each time he bottomed out inside of her. The smacking sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the room, and Harry lost himself to the pleasure of it all.

He buried his face in the crook of Gabrielle’s neck, slightly changing the position he was thrusting into her so that he could hit the deepest points of her pussy with ease. He was almost thrusting straight downward as he rammed into her again and again.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Harry groaned into her ear.

That was when Gabrielle lifted his head up and smashed her lips against his. She still had the minty-fresh breath that he’d given her when he’d cleaned out her mouth, and it was delightful to taste when he pushed his tongue inside of her. He didn’t let up fucking her for even a second, and now her moans were being muffled in his mouth. Her back arched off the bed, pushing her breasts up against his chest.

The feeling of her silky smooth skin against his was simply unbelievable. He ran his fingers up her side, and her pussy clenched up hard around his cock, sending electrifying pleasure through him. How was this witch so fucking perfect?

Harry pulled out of the kiss, not because he wanted to but because wanted to see her face when he came inside of her even more. His shaft felt like it was being suffocated by her pussy, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be much longer before he finally finished inside of her.

Gabrielle was panting like mad as she fought to regain her breath, but just like she didn’t let him get any sort of a reprieve, neither did he let her catch her breath. He pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, desperate to eek out every last drop of pleasure he could before they both finally finished.

He made one particularly hard thrust, hitting some special, pleasurable spot inside of her, and suddenly she was screaming.

“Harry!” Gabrielle cried out, her face contorting in pleasure. Her eyes shut tight and her mouth hung open as she thrashed about on the bed. Her pussy clamped down hard around him, and that was the sign Harry needed to finish as well.

He made two more powerful thrusts before he joined Gabrielle in an intense orgasm. He threw his head back as his cock exploded with pleasure, flooding Gabrielle’s pussy with his thick, hot cum. Her walls literally helped to squeeze it out of him, filling her up nicely with what had to be the most amount of cum Harry had ever unleashed in a single go.

When they both finally finished, Harry collapsed onto her and gave her another searing kiss. It was both borne out of passion as well as a desire to thank Gabrielle for what was easily the best birthday present he’d ever received.

“Thank you,” he murmured afterwards.

Gabrielle giggled and kissed him again. “You're welcome,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind if I stay the night.”

“I would have insisted upon it,” Harry replied.

“Good,” Gabrielle grinned. “Because I’m not done with you quite yet. Your birthday gift still has a lot more to offer.”

Yeah, there was no way he was ever going to be able to give Fleur a present in return as good at this.