The Veela's Claim: Chapter 1

A/N: All characters involved in this story are adults. No underage characters.

Fleur Delacour slowly put down the cup of tea and turned to her sister with a curious look on her face.

“Did you say somezing?”

“Non, why?” Gabrielle said quickly, burying her face back into the Charms book she’d been reading during their conversation.

Fleur loved her little sister. She really did. But sometimes, she just got a bit too much. She’d just turned eighteen, and her veela maturity had passed only a week ago, leaving her in a rather excited state since then.

Gabrielle had been telling them that she’d move out right after her schooling was done, which meant four more months, and Fleur knew she’d miss her sister. However, that wasn’t enough for her to overlook everything she said or did. She was an adult now, for Morgana’s sake, not a little girl anymore.

She was pretty sure her sister had just said something, and she gave her another suspicious look when she acted all innocent.

“’Arry will be coming back soon,” Fleur continued, pushing her suspicions out of her mind. “Once again Maman and Papa were not able to meet ‘im.”

Harry had been away on Auror business for almost two weeks now, and she’d been missing him like hell. Being away from him reminded her of the days they were far apart, way before they had become a couple.

Fleur couldn’t help but reminisce. It was after the Triwizard tournament, when it had become impossible to cross borders. She remembered those days clearly.

The Dark Lord had returned, and his attack had been devastating. Within six months, Britain had been cut off from the rest of the world, with the only mode of communication being either the Patronus or magical mirrors.

The two years that followed had been the darkest days Britain had seen, but it had ended. Harry had emerged victorious over the Dark Lord, and Fleur had wasted no time at all.

She’d spent almost a year helping with post-war efforts, believing that she owed at least that much after being unable to help defend the place where she’d created so many memories in that year.

Things happened, and beyond her expectations, she and Harry fell for each other. It’d been two years they’d been dating, and Fleur had never been happier.

There was something Fleur was perfectly aware of though, and it was her little sister’s massive crush on her boyfriend. Gabrielle had never made any effort to hide it either, even when she’d not undergone her veela maturity. She was only a few years younger than Harry, and he’d only ever seen her as a little kid.

Not the smoking hot woman she’d become now.

Gabrielle had left for France while she’d been going through that little ritual, and only a week ago, her parents had come back with her. Alas, they had to leave immediately. Work, they said.

A little tidbit of Gabrielle being frequently over was that she was aware of practically everything that went on in her love life, and it irritated Fleur quite a bit. It was those times when she wished her sister finally moved out.

“Do you zink zey feel nervous whenever zey meet ‘im?” Gabrielle asked.

“Non,” Fleur chuckled. “Papa, maybe. I know ‘e feels a bit intimidated around him after what ‘appened during ze war. But Maman, non. You know ‘ow much she loves him.”

“A bit too much, given ‘e is fucking ‘er daughter.”

“Gabby!” Fleur admonished gently.

“What? Eet’s true.”

“It might be, but you don’t ‘ave to say it like zat,” Fleur replied crossly. “Now I want you to get yourself scarce when ‘e returns. You got eet?”

Gabrielle stared at her sister for a moment before a large grin split her face.

“Oooh. Time to fuck? You’re greedy, sister. You could let him rest for a bit, you know? Auror work is tough, and ze trip must’ve tired ‘im out.”

Fleur banished a pillow that struck her sister right in the face, but all it did was make her chortle.

“What me and ‘Arry do is none of your business,” Fleur said firmly. “And you better not take down ze silencing charms again or I’ll ‘ave your ‘ide.”

“Scared I’ll hear you getting dicked down by your boyfriend?” Gabrielle continued teasingly. “Don’t worry. It’d be nothing I ‘aven’t ‘eard before.”

To Fleur’s further mortification, she began to rock in place, imitating bouncing movements while getting fucked.

“Ahh ‘Arry!” She cried. “Oui, mon amour! ‘Arder! Fuck me ‘arder!”

Fleur glared at her sister, but all it did was make her further amused.

“You know, Fleur, your accent gets all over ze place when ‘e’s fucking you,” Gabrielle laughed.

Fleur took a deep breath, not wanting to give her sister the satisfaction of knowing how much she was getting under her skin.

“We don’t always fuck,” she said with more calm than she felt. “We talk as well. Very serious talks, at zat.”

“Ha! As if! I’ve rarely ‘eard you two talk anyzing serious,” Gabrielle refuted immediately. “No, you two just shag each ozzer’s brains out while I lay zere in my bed like a leetle girl. Listening is ze most I can do.”

“You’re not as ‘elpless as you’re acting right now,” Fleur said in exasperation.

“Oh, I know I’m not,” Gabrielle grinned. “So just give me a leetle bit of info. What’s it feel like? ‘aving a dick inside your pussy? Must feel good, right?”

“Go and find out yourself,” Fleur retorted. “I’m sure you’ll find many interested boys at ‘Ogwarts now.”

Ever since her veela maturity had started, Gabrielle had become a deviant, asking about sex all the time. It was a new side of her sister that Fleur was still navigating, with quite a lot of struggle.

“Come on, Fleur. You know what zose prats are like,” Gabrielle groaned. “Plus I don’t want to look like an idiot when ze time comes for it. I just want to know what to do and how. Is it too much to ask?”

“I told you enough last time,” Fleur replied. “No way I’m telling you more.”

It’d happened only two days ago. Fleur had arrived from work, and they’d been having some wine after dinner when her sister had pressed her for some info. It didn’t have any details, but Fleur still felt things had gotten more personal than she was comfortable with. Once was enough. She was not in the mood for a repeat.

“You could let me watch zen,” Gabrielle chuckled, but there was little humor in it given the way she was looking at Fleur.

“Wait, what?” Fleur looked at her sister in disbelief. “Wait a minute, you’re actually serious!?”

Gabrielle merely stared back, her face giving nothing away.

“Oh, no, no, no. Not a chance. You’re sick in the ‘ead. Zat veela maturity has fried your brain. Zere’s no ozzer explanation. I’m contacting Maman to take you to ze enclave.”

“Oh, cut it off,” Gabrielle snorted. “Eet was just a suggestion. It is not as if I’m interested or anything. Just thought it could’ve been educational. Like a practical sex class.”

“Keep practical classes to Charms and Transfiguration, not ze bedroom,” Fleur replied, trying to bring her racing heart to normal. “I might tutor you in zose subjects, but I’m not going to teach you ‘ow to fuck a man. Figure eet out on your own.”

“You know Fleur, you can be a right pétasse when you want to be,” Gabrielle retorted.

“Zank you,” Fleur said dismissively. “Now get your Transfiguration ‘omework done. You’ve already missed enough classes in your NEWT year, and Professor McGonagall is going to ‘ave your ‘ide if you don’t get zis done.”

“Zis isn’t homework. I’m reading ahead. I’m not an idiot. I know ‘ow important ze NEWTs are.”

“Good, because I won’t ‘ave you sitting ‘ere on my ‘ead all my life,” Fleur replied. “You need to get good grades and only zen you’ll ‘ave a decent job.”

“Whatever,” Gabrielle said dismissively as she went back to reading.

Meanwhile, Fleur stared at her sister for a few moments before she looked up at the clock.

“I’m going to take a bath before ‘Arry gets ‘ere. Keep ‘im company if ‘e comes back and I’m not ‘ere. His tea is already done. You just have to ‘eat it up nicely. I ‘ope you can do at least zis much?”

“Only for my future brozzer-in-law,” Gabrielle replied teasingly, making Fleur shake her head in amusement as she got to her feet and walked up the stairs.

Her sister’s words echoed in her mind as she made her way to her and Harry’s bedroom. Gabrielle had always had a talent of getting under her skin, but since this veela maturity of hers, she seemed to have started to channel it in a very different direction.

She pushed the door to their bedroom open and entered, slowly shutting it behind her. Sighing, she made her way over to the floor-length mirror by the cupboard and stared at herself for a moment.

She felt like a right mess, even though she looked as elegant as she always did. Her lustrous silvery blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her work attire, comprised of form-fitting robes, accentuated her curves perfectly. She knew Harry would be hungry for her when he came back.

“And ‘ow can ‘e not be, when ‘e comes ‘ome to zis?” She remarked with a sultry smirk as her eyes roamed over her curvaceous form.

Turning around, she made her way to the bath and turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She added a few drops of lavender oil, watching at steam rose and started filling the bathroom with its calming scent.

Making her way back to their bedroom, Fleur slowly began to take her clothes off. She unbuttoned the robes and let the fabric slide off her shoulders. The robes fell and pooled at her feet, and cool air hit her skin, making faint goosebumps rise along her arms.

Her knee-length skirt came next, and she unzipped it, pulling it over her curvy rump and down her long legs. She stepped out of both her robes and her skirt as they pooled by her feet, standing there in nothing but her undergarments.

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, the lace cups falling away to reveal her pert, round tits that Harry loved so much. She imagined his hands on them, his mouth wrapped around her nipple as he sucked, and she felt them harden. She couldn’t help but run her fingertips lightly over them, and the sensation sent a shiver through her.

“Must be ze cold air,” she murmured to herself, finally hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her matching lace knickers and easing them down her long legs, bending over at the waist to step free.

Naked now, she stood before the mirror for a moment, admiring the curves of her body. The swell of her hips, the flat plane of her stomach, a pair of finest tits on earth, everything made all more enticing by the veela allure that wafted from her naturally. It was a body that Harry worshipped whenever they were together, and the thoughts that his hands, his mouth, his whole body would be all over her soon made her pulse race and a dampness grow between her legs.

Finally, she took her eyes off her reflection and made her way back to the bathroom, banishing her clothes to the laundry basket. She bent over and checked the water, smiling when it turned out the way she wanted. The scent of lavender had filled the bathroom, relaxing her even though it made the environment even more sensual.

Slowly, she sipped her toes into the water before sinking in fully, letting out a moan of contentment as the warmth enveloped her.

“Mmm… feels good,” she murmured.

The water lapped at her skin and Fleur leaned back against the bathtub, closing her eyes. Morgana, she was horny. The sensation hit her like a wave, an ache building low in her belly. She blamed Gabrielle for this. Her sister’s relentless teasing, her crude imitation of getting fucked, those bold questions, and finally that daring proposition. It had all stirred her arousal, making her hornier than she’d been before.

Two weeks without her boyfriend had been torture, but now that he was finally coming back home, she planned to drag him straight to their bedroom and get thoroughly, deliciously dirty. There would be no holding back.

And if her sister acted smart even slightly, trying to interrupt or spoil their good time… well, she was happy to carry the Delacour name on her own. She was sure Harry would agree too.

As she enjoyed the warmth of her scented bath, Fleur’s mind wandered to what she would do to him. She’d push him down onto the bed, straddle his hips, and grind against him until he was begging for her. She'd kiss her way down his chest, teasing his scars with her tongue… the ones from the war that she loved to trace. Those always reminded her of his strength.

Then she’d take him in her mouth, slowly, teasing him, and as deeper as she could manage, all the while keeping her eyes on his face contorting in pleasure.

But that wasn’t all. She also imagined what he’d do to her… oh yes!

Harry knew her body better than anyone. He knew exactly how to pin her wrists above her head while he thrust into her, hard and demanding, making her cry out in that accent Gabrielle had mocked. He'd flip her over, pull her hair just enough to arch her back, and fuck her from behind until she was sobbing his name.

The thoughts made her even hornier, her breath coming in shallow pants. She recalled Gabrielle's words… those shameless suggestions about watching, about practical lessons, and cursed her under her breath.

"Damn you, Gabby," she murmured, the water rippling as she shifted underneath. "You and your filthy mouth, making me zink of zis now."

Her hands had been idly roaming her body all this while, tracing the curve of her neck, cupping her breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples until they ached. One hand drifted lower, over her stomach, through the water to her inner thighs.

Her fingers brushed her pussy, the sensitive folds already slick despite the bathwater, and a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

However, as if burned, she pulled her hand back, clenching it in a fist.

No, she wouldn’t do this. Not now.

She'd waited this long for Harry, endured the frustration of his absence, and she knew he'd want her just as badly. They deserved to enjoy each other fully, to build that tension until it exploded.

She'd cum only from him… from his touch, his mouth, his cock, and in no other way. It would be worth it.

Releasing a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, Fleur sat up and reached for the gel, lathering her body before rinsing away. Once she was done with her bath, she got out of the tub, water cascading down her lithe form, and grabbed a soft, fluffy towel from the rack.

She began drying herself, starting at her shoulders, patting gently, and then down her arms. She patted herself over her breasts, lingering just a moment too long to properly dry them, before gliding over her belly, her hips, and between her legs where she pressed lightly, biting her lower lip at the friction between her swollen nether lips and the soft fabric. She patted down her thighs, over her calves and feet. By the time she was done, her skin was pink and tingling, and it felt as if every part of her body was alive.

She wrapped the towel around her hair and padded over to their bedroom. Opening her wardrobe, she rifled through the drawers until she found what she was looking for.

She pulled the dress out and held it in front of her. Calling it a dress was an overstatement, for it was little more than lingerie. The nightdress was made of sheer black silk, adorned with delicate lace at all the right spots. It was cut low to show her cleavage off, and thin straps crisscrossed over the back.

Over it went a matching gown that parted in the middle, flowing like a robe but made mostly of lace, hinting at what lay underneath but teasingly not showing it off.

It was sexy, provocative, and the kind of garment that screamed “fuck me now!”

Fleur smiled as she took it in, remembering how Harry had gifted it to her a few months ago. It had been a spontaneous purchase when they’d went to the muggle side of Paris. He’d seen it in a boutique and insisted she’d look sexy in it. The look in his eyes when she’d modeled it for him… it’d led to one of the nastiest fucking of their entire lives, right there in the changing room of the boutique, the fabric discarded to the floor once she’d taken it off to change back.

Fleur had never worn it, having decided that it deserved a special occasion. Well, tonight was perfect for its debut.

Slowly, Fleur started putting it on, making a show of it even though he was not here to watch. She was practicing for his eyes.

The lace knickers went up first, delicate and barely there. She stepped into them, pulling them up her legs slowly, savoring the feeling of their softness against her skin. As she pulled them in place, the lace brushed over her pussy lips, and a tingle of pleasure shot up her spine.

Fleur gasped, her knees weakening for a second.

"Merde, Gabby," she whispered, her voice a mix of curse and fondness. Her sister had made her hornier with all that talk, planting seeds that now bloomed into full-blown desire. But in the same breath, she thanked her—for heightening the anticipation, for making this reunion with Harry feel even more sensual.

She continued, her mind conjuring vivid images as she slipped the nightdress over her head, the silk cascading down her body, brushing over her sensitive nubs where the lace cups wrapped around her tits, almost see-through. She adjusted the straps as the nightdress hugged her curves, ensuring the neckline plunged just right to show off her cleavage. She imagined Harry’s fingers and his mouth on her, tracing the swell of her breasts before dipping lower.

She tied the gown at last, the parted front allowing her nightdress and her pronounced cleavage to be seen. She tied the sash loosely and smirked, knowing it wouldn’t stay tied for long.

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, looking like the perfect snack for her boyfriend, she imagined him right there with her. He would be bursting through their bedroom door, his robes disheveled, and his eyes darkening at the sight of her. She imagined him crossing the room in two strides, pulling her into a fierce kiss, his hands roaming down under her gown to grip her delectable ass.

She imagined herself wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed, the sash of her gown coming undone and the fabric of her nightdress bunching up as he pressed her down.

He’d strip her slowly, savoring each reveal, and then devour her with his mouth until she was writhing. And when he’d finally enter her, it would be rough and tender all at once, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they always did whenever they made love.

The fantasies made her even hornier, her core throbbing with need. She glanced over at the clock. He’d be arriving any minute now.

Checking herself in the mirror one final time, Fleur smoothed her gown and turned around, a confident smirk on her face.

Her boyfriend was going to have the best night of his life tonight.

XXXXX

A soft crack echoed in the quiet neighborhood as Harry Potter emerged on the front porch of his home. He twisted the doorknob which magically opened and entered, shutting the door behind him.

He’d been bone tired from the mission. Two weeks of chasing dark artifact smugglers across Eastern Europe had left him with a few minor injuries that had long been treated, and now he was going to enjoy a much deserved time off from duty.

He dropped his duffel bag by the coat rack, rolling his shoulders to ease the knots.

“Fleur? I’m home,” he called out.

There was no answer, but he heard movement from the living room. He walked over, expecting his girlfriend to be curled up on the couch, reading another book of hers or perhaps perusing through a tome that covered magical artifacts. Instead, his eyes fell on a woman who looked so similar to Fleur that he had to do a double take.

The woman was lounging on the couch, a book open in her lap, and Harry stared, frozen on the spot.

“’Arry!” She exclaimed as she shot to her feet, and Harry blinked.

“Gabby!?” He asked, his voice filled with shock.

This wasn’t the Gabrielle he knew. This wasn’t the wide-eyed girl who’d been staying with them when her school was out. No, this was a woman. A full-blown, stunning woman.

Her veela maturity had transformed her completely. Silver-blonde hair fell in silky waves over her back, just like her sister, framing her cute face with high cheekbones and her full lips curved into a smile, just like her sister.

She wore a simple sundress that hugged her delicious new curves, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that it highlighted the swell of her hips and the generous bust that strained against the neckline. Her legs were endlessly long, and her feet were bare, with toes painted red.

Harry couldn’t help it. His eyes wandered, taking in the changes. She was gorgeous, and her veela allure rolled off her in waves, much more wild and untamed than Fleur or her mother.

Gabrielle noticed his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat, a thrill shooting straight up her spine. Harry Potter, her longtime crush, the boy who had saved her from the Black Lake, was looking at her… really looking at her. Not like a kid or a sister, but like… a woman. The way his emerald eyes lingered on her sent heat pooling in her belly.

She threw the book on the couch, her dress swishing around her thighs as she crossed the room and threw her arms around him in a firm hug, pressing close against him without a hint of hesitation.

For his part, Harry was still surprised, his arms hanging limp as she pressed herself close. Slowly, he hugged her back.

Merlin, she felt different. Her tits, soft and full and round, just like her sister’s, pressed against his chest, her curves molding perfectly to his body. Her scent, floral and intoxicating, filled his senses and his body reacted on instinct, his arousal stirring.

Harry immediately felt a flush creep up his neck and he forced himself to calm down. This was Gabrielle. She was Fleur’s sister, for crying out loud.

Still, their hug continued longer than it should have.

Gabrielle felt it too, how he shifted slightly in place and the way his hands tightened on her back. Another shot of thrill went up her spine, her breathing growing labored as she inhaled his scent. It made her knees weak, and she slowly, reluctantly, pulled away, her hands sliding down his arms before she let go.

“Come, sit.”

Her blue eyes gazed into his playfully as she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch. Harry allowed her to drag him behind her, still a bit off-kilter, and sank down on the couch. She plopped down right next to him, their thighs brushing, and he could feel the warmth of her body up close.

“So, ‘ow was ze mission?” She asked eagerly, leaning in. “Tell me everyzing. Was it dangerous? Did you catch ze bad guys?”

Harry cleared his throat, trying to catch his bearings. He chided himself inwardly.

“Yeah, it was alright,” he replied. "We tracked a group smuggling cursed amulets out of Albania. Nothing too flashy. A few skirmishes, some cursebreaking. Got them in the end, though. The paperwork's going to be a nightmare, but that's Auror life."

Gabrielle nodded, listening attentively.

Harry glanced at her once again. “It’s a surprise seeing you like this, Gabby. I mean… well…”

Gabrielle tilted her head teasingly, a smirk on her face. “What do you mean, ‘Arry? Like what?”

Harry cleared his throat again, his gaze flicking to her face. Damn, that look… those pouty lips, the way she arched her eyebrow… she looked almost like Fleur, and it was hot. Too hot. He shifted on the couch, crossing his legs to hide his arousal.

“It’s just… I’m so used to seeing you like a kid. This feels a bit unbelievable, to be honest. Fleur did tell me that you’d undergone your veela maturity, but you look… grown up.”

Gabrielle pouted at that, her lower lip jutting out, and Harry was once again struck by how much she resembled Fleur.

“A kid? Really, ‘Arry? Zat ‘urts.”

Her eyes shined with amusement, and she decided to tease him more. She got up from the couch, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. Playfully, she struck a pose. She cocked her hip and arched her back in a way that further accentuated her figure, turning slightly to give him a better view of her body.

“So tell me, she said, her voice dropping slightly into a sultry murmur. “’Ow does ze new me look? Be ‘onest.”

Harry felt his mouth go dry, and he could not stop his eyes from roaming over her body. He told himself he had no ulterior thoughts, and it was just to answer her question. His eyes lingered on her legs, tracing up to the hem of her dress, and then to her hips that swayed ever so slightly. He kept going up, to the curve of her waist, and then finally, to her breasts. They looked so full and inviting hidden beneath the thin fabric.

He snapped his gaze to her face, and gave her a small smile. “You look really pretty, Gabby. Stunning, actually.”

Gabrielle blushed cutely, her cheeks pink, and she grinned wide. “Merci, ‘Arry. Zat means a lot coming from you.”

She twirled once for good measure, her sundress flaring out, and Harry was given a nice view of her thighs. So much like her sister.

“You want your tea now?” She asked once she was facing him again. “It’s already made. I just ‘ave to ‘eat it up.”

Harry shook his head with a smile. “Don’t trouble yourself, Gabby. I can manage. You should study. Your NEWTs are coming up.”

Gabrielle waved her hand dismissively. “It’s no bozzer. Fleur would 'ave my 'ide if she knew I didn't take care of you properly."

Harry chuckled at that, watching as she walked over to the kitchen counter. Once again, his traitorous eyes fell to her plump ass, watching how it jiggled with each step, the dress hugging it just right. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked away.

Gabrielle felt his stare on her and her body heated up once again. She smirked to herself and swayed her hips even more, exaggerating her movements as she reached the kitchen counter.

It was flattering and thrilling that Harry was looking at her like he’d look at a woman, and not just any woman, but her sister. She’d seen that look before, and only when it was Fleur.

Her veela side purred at his attention, and she made her movements as sensual as she could. She’d bend more than necessary to check the tea, arching her back as she stirred the pot. Once she was done, she poured the tea in a cup and turned around, carrying it over to the living room.

Her thoughts raced as she stared at him on her way back. Morgana, he was so close, so real. She recalled how he’d hugged her back, and his tone when he’d been talking to her. Even now, his eyes roamed over her form, and she knew he saw her properly now.

She imagined how it would be like if he wasn’t with Fleur, if those beautiful green eyes of his were on her alone. But no, that was dangerous territory. She would never want her sister’s relationship with Harry to fail.

Still, the fantasy remained in her mind, and she knew she’d be indulging in it in the privacy of her room.

Her thoughts were cut off when Harry asked, “So, where’s Fleur? She told me she’d be home by the time I got back.”

Gabrielle blinked, looking at him. “She’s upstairs, taking a bath. She should be down soon.”

She handed the tea over to him. “Zere you go.”

“Thanks, Gabby,” Harry smiled, accepting the cup. He took a sip, and immediately felt himself relax. The final bits of fatigue from his trip vanished instantly.

Gabrielle took her spot beside him once again, closer than before. Her thighs pressed against his, her arms draped over the back of the couch behind his shoulder. She stared at him as he sipped his tea, her eyes wandering over his body. It was only fair, right? After all, he’d done the same.

She took in his messy black hair, the faint outline of that infamous scar on his forehead, the strong jawline with a bit of stubble, down to his broad shoulders and the way his robes clung to his muscled frame. Years of Quidditch and battles had sculpted him into this magnificent man. Her toes curled against the rug as she drank him in, feeling a delicious ache build inside her.

Her sister was truly the luckiest woman on this planet, and she wholeheartedly believed it. After all, Harry was hers. He was brave, kind, powerful, and always looked at her with those magnificent eyes. Fleur got to wake up in his arms, to feel his hands all over her body, to hear him whisper her name, and to be treated like they belonged to each other.

Gabrielle couldn’t help but feel jealous of her sister. However, for now, this moment, how he had looked at her, how he’d noticed her, sitting close and feeling the heat of his body like this… it was enough for her.

She knew Harry belonged to her sister, and she wanted nothing but the best for them. Still, she would take every little moment, every little attention he could give her.

To be continued…