A Relaxing Time in the Prefects's Bath - Harry/Gabrielle

AN: All characters have been aged up by four years. Gabrielle is the same age as Harry in this fic.

This is a one-shot commission by an Anonymous user based on a publicly-posted prompt by IOnceGotLostInAFuckingHobbyLobby on one of my stories on AO3. 

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“Ahh,” Harry sighed happily as he sank into the warm waters of the Prefects’s bath. He really did need to thank Cedric for giving him the password to the door here; there was nothing quite as wonderful feeling as warm water against his aching muscles. 

The Second Task hadn’t been easy. The Black Lake was a treacherous place, even for fully-grown wizards like him and the other competitors were. In spite of his use of Gillyweed that made it far easier to traverse the murky, cold waters, the creatures of the Black Lake proved to be a significant challenge. Grindylows and Selkies roamed the waters searching for prey, and the four champions had made prime targets for them. If they had been on land, Harry had no doubts in his mind that he would have been able to stop any that had come his way, but it was a very different story in the water. The creatures had years of experience fighting underwater over Harry, and that had made it challenging to account for. Still, Harry fought through them all admirably while only taking a few cuts along the way.

Not all had been as strong as him. Cedric had arrived at the merpeople’s village where the four hostages were held shortly after he did, but Cedric had been nursing a clearly broken wrist and many more scrapes and cuts on his body. Krum had fared relatively well; he had partially transfigured himself into a shark in order to navigate the waters more effectively, though he did have a spear sticking out of his side when he swam past Harry.

While all three of them managed to complete the task despite the difficulties presented, the final champion, Fleur Delacour, did not. She had fallen prey to a number of grindylows early on in the task. Harry had expected her to struggle with this task given her Veela heritage, but he hadn’t thought that she’d flounder so quickly.

Harry had wasted so much time at the village waiting for Fleur to arrive. Honestly, he was worried that the hostages might not be okay if they were left down at the bottom of the Black Lake without supervision from a witch or wizard. Magic could be a fickle thing, and it wasn’t unheard of for stasis charms to wear off an hour or two early. So, after Cedric and Krum had collected their hostages, Harry had waited for Fleur.

And he was glad that he had. Just before the time of the challenge was set to expire, he had seen Fleur’s hostage, her younger sister, Gabrielle Delacour, wake up and start to take in water. He had immediately rushed to her side, ignoring the threatening words and spears of the merpeople, and safely applied a bubblehead charm to the young woman. Then, as he repelled the merpeople, he had taken her and his best friend Ron back to the surface.

Harry chuckled quietly to himself as he remembered what happened next. The tongue lashing that Madam Pomfrey had given to the organizers after Harry relayed the tale of what happened was something that he’d remember forever. Even Dumbledore looked terribly embarrassed to have missed such an oversight, and he promised to personally double check the safety precautions for the third task—not that that had sated Madam Pomfrey’s anger in the slightest.

Harry had left Gabrielle in Madam Pomfrey’s care. Gabrielle had apparently just become an adult witch a couple of weeks earlier, so her magic was still in flux, making it difficult for her to deal with the minor injuries she had suffered without the aid of potions.

It had all been worth it in the end, Harry supposed. Gabrielle was safe, and Fleur had been incredibly grateful to him, even going so far as to give him a deep kiss in recompense. With the second task done, Harry now sat in second place in the tournament.

All in all, he felt he deserved a nice, relaxing bath to wipe away the strain on his muscles. The Prefects’s bath was absolutely wonderful; it was as large as a swimming pool and had dozens of taps that sprayed water, bubbles, and foam into the bath based on whatever the bather desired. Harry was partial to the pain relief and muscle-relaxing potions that could be poured into the water alongside some nicely scented bubbles that reminded him of the flowers by the pond out in a field beyond the Burrow.

After barely a couple of minutes inside the heavenly waters, Harry felt his stress and bodily aches start to wear away. He was leaning back against the edge of the bath on a small, underwater stone seat. He had found a nice pillow to prop his head up against so that he could just lay there and relax.

In fact, it was so relaxing that Harry found himself drifting off to sleep. The gentle, warm water helped soothe him into a satisfied sleep as the potions worked their magic on him.

Harry didn’t know how long he was in the pool before he opened his eyes again as the water struck his chin. 

Blinking away the sleepiness from his eyes, Harry looked around to see that the water in the bath was gently rolling back and forth as though some force were acting on it. “What the . . . ?” Harry trailed off as he frowned in confusion. The waters had been still when he had gone to sleep, so how were they moving again? Had a tap turned on by accident somehow?

He was just busy looking around when he felt something warm touch his inner thigh.

Harry leapt out of the water as he shouted in surprise. He grabbed the edge of the tub and hoisted himself up and scrambled away from the pool towards the lockers where his wand was, only to stop when heard the feminine peals of laughter coming from behind him. He turned slowly to find a woman staring back at him from the water.

“Gabrielle?” Harry said aloud in confusion. How had she gotten in here? Wasn’t she supposed to be with Madam Pomfrey or her sister, Fleur?

Gabrielle beamed up at him. Her head was sticking up out of the water, and her long blond hair was sticking to her pretty face. She brushed her hair back. “Salut, ‘arry!” She laughed again.

Harry didn’t know much French, but he had picked up a few words from the few Beauxbatons students here at Hogwarts and whatever Hermione had taught him in their spare time. “Err, hello,” he replied.

Harry stood there awkwardly, frowning slightly as he saw Gabrielle’s eyes lower their focus from his face to somewhere down below. He looked down, following the path of her gaze, only to then suddenly realize his state of undress.

“Ahh! Don’t look!” Harry called out as he attempted to cover himself.

Another burst of laughter came out of Gabrielle’s mouth. It sounded beautiful, like music, and it did little to help Harry’s state. Here he was, a wizard stuck in a bathroom with a pretty witch who was his age. It sounded like one of those fantasies Seamus would tell everyone about.

Well, the best thing to do would be to get dressed. Harry glanced over his shoulder towards the locker, finding his quickly and seeing that it was open and devoid of any of his things.

“Tu ne m'échapperas pas si facilement, ma chérie,” Gabrielle giggled. She gave him a gentle smile and tapped the edge of the bath. “Come ‘ere.”

The words Gabrielle spoke were stilted and awkward, but her meaning was clear enough. Harry simultaneously felt like running to and away from her. However, his lack of clothing made the choice an easy one. He couldn’t just run out into the corridors dripping wet without any clothes to cover himself with.

“Do you have my clothes?” Harry asked as he slowly started back towards the bath, making sure he covered up all of his private bits as he moved.

Gabrielle cocked her head to the side and smiled at him, but didn’t respond other than to tap the side of the bath again.

Harry grimaced. She probably didn’t understand any English. It wasn’t like he was any better in this situation; he barely understood any French either.

As Harry reached the edge of the pool, Gabrielle kicked off the side and swam a few feet back. As she did, her two beautiful breasts breached the water for just a minute before they were hidden again, but Harry felt like the sight of them had been engraved into his mind. They were perfectly round and firm looking with sudsy bubbles running down them. Her tiny pink nipples had stood at attention too. Harry felt his body react as he expected it would, giving him little choice but to slip into the pool before his cock could grow and become a lot harder to conceal.

The warm water embraced Harry wonderfully, and Gabrielle grinned as he slipped back in. As Harry settled himself on the seat he had been in before, Gabrielle slowly swam over towards him. She looked like a predatory creature swimming through the water with just her head visible. Her eyes looked hungry as they stared at him.

Even in the warm water, Gabrielle’s skin felt unnaturally hot as she settled in beside Harry. She was smaller than he was; the top of her head barely reached Harry’s mouth. There was no sense of decency or propriety from her as she leaned her arm against his and stared up into his eyes.

“Saved me,” she said as she poked his chest.

Harry felt terribly uncomfortable with her so close to him like this, and even more so when she touched him. It felt like she was lighting a fire inside of him with every touch, and his cock was responding accordingly. He was fully hard underwater, and he was just praying that Gabrielle wouldn’t notice.

 “I did,” Harry nodded jerkily.

If his awkwardness was off-putting, Gabrielle didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest. In fact, she seemed ecstatic that he was even just talking to her. Her beautiful smile seemed permanently etched on her face.

“Thank you,” she told him.

“You’re welcome,” Harry replied.

“Now, I thank you,” Gabrielle declared.

“Err, I think you already did,” Harry pointed out.

“Non,” Gabrielle shook her head. “Now, I thank you,” she said with emphasis.

Harry stared at her strangely. “Yes, I got that. You’re welcome.”

For a moment, the smile on Gabrielle’s lips left and a pout appeared in its place. Truthfully, it was just as adorable to Harry as her smile, but it didn’t last particularly long before a determined look overtook Gabrielle’s face.

Before Harry could do anything, Gabrielle’s hand shot forward underwater and grasped Harry’s cock. He jumped at her touch, but Gabrielle leapt onto him before he could move away. She threw one of her legs over his and straddled his waist. Her full breasts pressed up against his chest, and he could feel her hard nipples poking against his skin. Her face was just a few inches away from his, and she was staring right into his eyes.

“I thank you,” Gabrielle stated firmly before her lips closed the gap with his and she kissed him deeply.

Merlin, Harry didn’t know what to do or where to put his hands. Gabrielle was kissing him wildly as she ground her crotch against his. Despite the warm waters around them, Harry could still feel the heat radiating out from her core against his skin. His erection bounced around as Gabrielle rubbed her body all over his; his cock would be pushed up against her thigh one moment, then her lower lips would brush across him, then his tip would poke her belly, and then the cycle would repeat itself again. The stimulation was absolutely sublime, and yet, Harry stayed frozen.

Harry never had much experience will women, and definitely none as forward as Gabrielle was. Yet, here he was in the Prefects’s bathroom with this stunning blond beauty in his lap. She wanted him, and did he ever want her. 

So, after a few seconds, Harry finally found the nerve to kiss Gabrielle back. She reacted pleasantly to the kiss and moaned into his mouth as her tongue clashed with his. Her hips moved more and more furiously as she was now rubbing her pussy directly up and down his shaft. Harry’s hands ran up and down Gabrielle’s back, touching every inch of her, before he moved down to her hips. He helped guide her body against his, eking out every bit of pleasure that he could as his cock pushed back up against her pussy.

But, just as Harry was really starting to get into the groove, Gabrielle suddenly pushed off of him. Harry’s hands shot out to catch her, thinking that she’d fallen backwards accidentally, but the lithe woman twisted out of his grasp and out into the water a few feet away from him. 

“Up,” Gabrielle stated forcefully in that beautiful French accent of hers as she pointed at the edge of the bath.

Panting from the kiss and the passion that was filling his chest, Harry complied with the order. He pushed up out of the bath and got onto his feet on the damp stone tile, only to be stopped as Gabrielle suddenly grasped his ankle.

“Non,” she said, shaking her head. She pointed her finger back down at the edge of the bath. “Juste là.”

Harry stared at her in confusion for a moment. “Do you want me to sit down there?”

Gabrielle’s face lit up. “Sit, yes, sit!”

Well, Harry wasn’t going to deny a witch in a situation like this. He slowly sat down on the edge of the pool, letting his legs drop down into the water. Gabrielle grinned and swam in between his legs, staring at his erection with unbridled lust.

She wasn’t going to do what he thought she was going to do, was she-?

Harry’s train of thought was cut off as Gabrielle suddenly leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock. His erection jumped, accidentally flicking the tip of Gabrielle’s nose. She pulled back in surprise before letting out a loud giggle at the sight of Harry’s cock bobbing. “Il est tellement excité,” she cooed as she leaned in again.

No matter how good Harry had thought Gabrielle had felt in his lap, he knew that it couldn’t compare to her taking him into her mouth. Her perfect little lips parted eagerly as she lowered her mouth onto his cock.

Harry let out a low groan as Gabrielle sealed her lips around him. Her hot breath misted across the head of his cock, and her little tongue immediately went to work swirling around his cock and lathering up with saliva. At hearing his moans, Gabrielle let out a little happy moan of her own and gripped the base of his shaft with her hand as she continued to suck on him.

After a few seconds of teasing him with her tongue, Gabrielle started to bob her head up and down on his cock. Harry was so surprised at how easy and natural this seemed to come to her as she pleasured him; the last time he had been with a girl, she had struggled to get her lips around the girth of his cock and to take more than a few inches into her mouth before she was gagging. While Gabrielle wasn’t deepthroating him by any means, she was easily taking half of his length into her mouth without issue and was moving up and down his shaft smoothly. 

While Harry was quickly losing his composure under the pleasure Gabrielle was giving him, she was making it clear just how much she appreciated what Harry was working with. Gabrielle kept moaning lewdly as she sucked his cock, and she’d make little comments like “magnifique” or “délicieux” whenever she briefly took his cock out of her mouth in order to take a couple deep breaths. 

Harry couldn’t help but lace his fingers through Gabrielle’s damp hair as she kept sucking him off. He was able to lean forward enough to see her cute little butt wiggle back and forth as she slobbered all over his cock.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Harry said as he stared down at Gabrielle.

Gabrielle’s dark blue eyes flickered up to meet Harry’s gaze and he could see the amusement and lust in them. She stared up at him unblinkingly as she slowly worked her mouth down his shaft. Harry had expected her to stop around the halfway point as she had before, but Gabrielle kept going and going. Eventually, Harry found himself staring back at this gorgeous woman who had his cock completely in her mouth. Her lips were sealed tightly around the base of his shaft and he could feel her throat vibrating slightly as she vocalized a soft moan.

Gabrielle was able to hold that position for only a few seconds before she had to come back up. She moved just as slowly as she revealed every bit of Harry’s saliva-covered cock, and she only broke her eye contact with him at the very last moment as she released his cock from her mouth with an audible ‘pop’ sound.

Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest as Gabrielle planted her hands on his thighs and pushed her body up and out of the water. It was impossible not to stare at her lithe body; those perfect, perky breasts; and her flat belly that led down to the hairless slit in between her legs. To top it all off, Gabrielle’s body was made all the more enticing as the warm bath water ran down her body, leaving behind only a handful of suds and droplets of water across her creamy skin.

Gabrielle smiled at Harry and gestured down in between her legs. It took Harry a second to realize that she was pointing down at the seat in the water he had been sitting in before and not to her pussy.

“You want me to go back down there?” He asked, pointing down himself.

He wasn’t sure if Gabrielle understood his words, but she nodded nonetheless. 

Harry smiled and gave a little chuckle. “Well, I can’t move with you on top of me like this.”

Gabrielle cocked her head the side, clearly not understanding now. So, Harry took it upon himself to grab her by her hips and lift her up off of him. She was just as light as he remembered when he had pulled her up out of the lake. As he lifted her into the air, Gabrielle giggled.

Setting her down into the pool first, Harry clambered down moments afterward and took up his previous seat. But, rather than come back to him, Gabrielle suddenly spun around and flipped over to dive underwater.

There was an awkward few seconds where Harry was just sitting there wondering what Gabrielle was up to, but then he heard the sound of the drain going. The water around him started to lower, dropping from halfway up his chest until sat just a couple of inches higher than the seat in the water did. Then, the sound of the drain stopped.

Ah, she wanted my bits uncovered, Harry realized. Now, without the water in the way, they could fuck without dealing with any water resistance. 

The thought that Gabrielle wanted him so badly sent a thrill up his spine. She was delightfully sinful, and that turned Harry on more than he could have imagined.

Through the bubbles and soap in the water, Harry could make out Gabrielle’s form swimming back to him. She breached the surface of the water right at the edge of the seat and wasted no time in clambering back up. She practically threw herself on top of Harry, peppering his face with kisses as she babbled something to him in French that he couldn’t make out.

Before he could try to clarify anything with her, Gabrielle straddled his erection perfectly and raised her hips up. She looked down pointedly at him, flickering her gaze between his face and his cock as a pouty expression overcame her lips. 

“Oh, right,” Harry chuckled. He had been so used to her taking the lead. He reached down and grabbed his cock and angled it up towards her wet pussy lips.

Gabrielle leaned forward awkwardly and captured Harry’s lips in another kiss as she lowered herself onto him. Harry let out a groan into Gabrielle’s mouth; she felt so incredibly warm and tight around his cock. In fact, her entire body felt like a comforting fire against his skin. She felt warmer than anyone else ever had to Harry. He wondered if that had something to do with her Veela heritage. But his thoughts on the matter didn’t last longer than a moment as Gabrielle grunted as she took more and more of his cock into her tight pussy. It was only thanks to how wet she was that she managed to work her way down his shaft so quickly. After just a few moments, Harry was completely buried inside of her.

Merlin, it just felt so fucking right to be with Gabrielle like this. Her body, her pussy, her lips, all of them were assaulting his body and mind with pleasure. She was kissing him passionately, and she didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by the large size of his cock. She was already grinding her hips against him, swirling his cock around inside of her, and pressing her firm breasts against his chest.

Gabrielle’s pussy felt heavenly around his cock. Although it had been incredible right when he entered her, it just keep feeling better and better. The heat only increased, as did the tightness. Her pussy kept contracting around his cock, and the sensation was driving him mad.

Harry brought his hands around to Gabrielle’s back just in time to grab her ass when she finally started to ride his cock properly. Using her thighs to push herself up, Gabrielle lifted herself up just a few inches, briefly exposing Harry’s cock to the air. Immediately, he felt himself missing the wonderful warmth of her pussy and he felt a deep yearning to bury himself in her right then and there. Evidently, Gabrielle felt the same as she suddenly dropped back down onto his cock and-

Harry suddenly gasped and cried out in pleasure as he came inside of Gabrielle’s pussy. He had been feeling really good after the blowjob, but he hadn’t been expecting her pussy to be this incredible. When she had dropped down on him, Merlin, Harry swore that he had found pure bliss in this beautiful woman.

Gabrielle’s pussy pulsed around his cock and helped him to cum deep inside of her pussy. For her part, Gabrielle stopped moving on top of him and simply let him spill his seed in her as she continued to kiss him. Harry was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn’t even kiss her back, but Gabrielle didn’t seem to mind. She simply mewled and kisses him all over as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

Moments later, Harry felt his body sag in delight as all of his stress and tension vanished from his body.

“Good?” Gabrielle asked in her adorable accent. She was leaning back from him with a big smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled. “Very good. But, err, I don’t know if I can go again.”

Gabrielle cocked her head to the side again like she did every time she didn’t seem to understand him. Harry as about to try to explain again when he suddenly felt her pussy tighten around his cock again. That was when he realized that his briefly softening cock was fully erect and ready to go again.

“What the-?” Harry murmured to himself as he glanced down towards where their bodies met. There was nothing unusual about Gabrielle from what he could see, but he was never able to last more than once without at least a five minute break in between. He looked back up at Gabrielle’s face but his musings were cut off as she kissed him again.

Once more, Gabrielle started to ride his cock. Not wanting to question how this possible when it felt so damn good, Harry just went along with it and grabbed Gabrielle’s ass firmly as she started to bounce in his lap. He kissed her back with just as much passion as she kissed him and enjoyed this for all it was worth.

Each time Gabrielle dropped onto his cock, it was like another burst of pleasure overtook Harry’s mind and body. Her snug pussy was pushing him to the edge already again, and Gabrielle kept thrusting her tongue into Harry’s mouth in time with her dropping onto his cock. Her little gasps and moans into his mouth helped the mood too.

As they fucked, Harry could start to feel his cum mix with Gabrielle’s juices to create a creamy mess. In the brief moment that their lips broke apart in order to give each other a chance to catch their breaths, Harry looked down to see little globs of their creamy mixture floating in the water around his legs. Knowing that he had just creampied this absolute angel and that he was going to do so again took his lust to new heights.

The next time Gabrielle dropped onto his cock, Harry thrust upwards with his hips. He didn’t thrust very high up, but the sound of their bodies smacking together was much louder and Gabrielle let out a moan of delight unlike any Harry had heard from her before. 

“Oui, oui, oui,” Gabrielle moaned as she slammed her pussy down on his cock over and over again. “Ta queue est massive. Mon Dieu, je vais jouir!”

Harry was beyond the point of trying to translate. He just kept meeting her downward thrusts with his own upwards thrusts. Over and over again, her pussy kept pounding down around his cock. It was all so perfect and overwhelming and-

“Fuck!” Harry cried suddenly as he threw his head back.

Gabrielle’s own scream of pleasure came simultaneously as slammed her hips down onto his and started grinding against him as her entire body shook.

The two of them writhed against each other as they both came. Harry’s cock pumped rope after rope of cum into Gabrielle’s pussy as it became impossibly tight around his cock and spasmed erratically. Gabrielle collapsed onto Harry’s chest and bit his shoulder as muffled moans of pleasure slipped through her lips. Harry wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly against him as he rode out his orgasm.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry finally felt his head leave the clouds and return back to Earth. Gabrielle lasted a few moments longer in her ecstasy before she too sagged in blissful delight. She let go of his shoulder and instead planted a few gentle kisses on the crook of his neck.

“That was . . . wow,” Harry breathed out. That truly had been an experience unlike any other.

Even if his words weren’t understood, Gabrielle seemed to grasp the meaning. “Tu etais incroyable,” she whispered softly into his ear.

‘You’ and ‘incredible’ were the only words Harry picked up out of that, but that was enough for him. He was just so happy that she had felt as amazing as he had.

Harry and Gabrielle stayed cuddling together for several minutes as they enjoyed each other’s company in their post-coital bliss, but the peacefulness they found was broken as they heard the door to the Prefects’s bathroom open a ways behind them.

Their eyes went wide and Gabrielle sat up on Harry’s chest. Her eyes screamed: ‘Do something!’ 

So, Harry did the first thing that came to mind. “Err, sorry!” Harry called out. “I forgot my towel in the lockers! Do you mind leaving for a minute so I can get changed?”

The sound of approaching footsteps signaled that the person wasn’t leaving. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to get dressed.”

Harry nearly jumped at the familiar-sounding French accent that echoed into the room. He turned around just in time to see Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle’s older sister, strut into the bathroom completely naked. Her hips moved up and down beautifully with each step, and she was completely hairless from the neck down, just like Gabrielle was. Fleur’s breasts were larger and curvier than Gabrielle’s too. They looked so similar, almost more like twins with an age gap than mere sisters.

“I’ve come to reward you for-” Fleur’s voice froze as her eyes locked onto Harry and Gabrielle’s naked bodies clinging to one another. Harry swore that Fleur looked like she was ready to kill them both in that instant, but her eyes seemed completely focused on Gabrielle rather than him. “Tu pétasse!” Fleur suddenly shouted at Gabrielle.

“Battre le fer pendant qu’il est chaud, ma chère soeur!” Gabrielle shouted back.

Fleur let out a growl. “Sale gosse!”

In response, Gabrielle simply grabbed Harry’s chin, turned his face back towards her and kissed him.

The sounding of stomping feet stopped the kiss after barely a second. Gabrielle practically jumped off of Harry—and it was to the disappointment of both of them that his cock slipped out of her pussy—and scrambled up onto the tile floor of the bathroom itself before she took off running away from Fleur.

“Stay there!” Fleur shouted at Harry as she ran after her sister. “I’ll show you whose better once I’ve dealt with her!”

Harry just sat there in confusion as he watched Fleur chase Gabrielle around the room. Fleur wanted to fuck him too? Merlin, this was not how he expected this day to go.