Time Keeps on Slipping - Chapter 24

Daphne Greengrass - Hayley Marie
Gabrielle Delacour - Sasha Luss

It made the most sense to have lunch in his new room. That would give the other students a little time to come to terms with the news and he needed to recover from his romp with Susan then prepare himself to face the public.

The news of his return breaking shouldn't have been such a shock. Rita Skeeter had seen him, there was no way his return would stay private. It shouldn't have hit him so hard. It still did. This morning, he had been Newt, just another student with a common name. Now, he was Harry Potter. He was no longer The Boy Who Lived, instead he was  The Wizard Who Returned. The feat of survival as a baby was completely dwarfed by the miraculous trip through the Veil.

Some of his former dormmates looked at him in awe, while others glared at him for their own reasons. Regardless, whispers and stares followed him wherever he went. His budding friendship with Sonny had been squashed with little hope of salvage.

Harry knew he couldn't hide in his room for the rest of the day. The rumors would already be spreading through the school. They would only get worse the longer he was sequestered away from others. The best idea he could come up with was to return at a meal. Food was a great way to distract people.

He took a seat at the Gryffindor table for dinner. The students close to him either scooted away from him or stared without trying to hide it. It felt like a return to form considering this had happened twice in the past.

"Hey, Harry," Roxie smiled at him as she joined him at the table.

She took a seat across from him.

"Hi," He replied with a forced smile.

"Drop it," Roxie rolled her eyes. "You're miserable. We can see that."

"We?" Harry asked.

"We," Harri answered as she sat next to Roxie. "Our schedules are close enough for us to hang out. Sorry I haven't joined you before. Things have been…"

"I get it," he replied with a nod. "How are you doing?"

"No clue," Harri shrugged. "This year has been weird."

"This is just another Tuesday for me," Harry flashed the two witches a small smile. "I'm waiting to see who will try to kill me or what kind of monster goes on a rampage."

"All of those stories were true?" Roxie whispered. "I mean, we've heard some. They just sounded…"

"Too crazy to be true?" Harry asked.

The pair nodded.

"Which ones did you think were fake?" He asked as a genuine grin forming for the first time that day. "Ask away and I'll tell you the truth."

"The Troll?" Harri asked. "You were a first year."

"I jumped on its back and distracted it while Ron levitated its club to knock it out," he replied easily. "Any others?"

"Setting a teacher on fire," Roxie said quickly.

"True, but that wasn't me," Harry replied. "That was Hermione."

"No way," Harri whispered.

He nodded, then waited for another question.

"The Philosophers Stone?" Harri asked cautiously.

"That's a long story," he chuckled. "Do you want to know about Fluffy, the Devils Snare, nearly getting sliced up by flying keys, or a life-sized chess set?"

"After it?" Harri asked.

"Oh," he nodded. "The Mirror of Erised. I found Professor Quirrell down there staring at it. Voldemort possessed him and wanted the stone to get a body. He turned to dust when he touched me, that gave me nightmares for a few weeks."

"Sorry to ask," Harri said quickly.

Harry laughed. "Don't worry about it. Any others, or do you want to go chronologically?"

"We know about second year," Roxie said.

"And third," Harri added. "The Tournament was well documented."

"That only leaves fifth year," Harry rolled his eyes. "It was not fun to say the least."

"It didn't sound fun," Roxie winced.

"What was the Veil like?" Harri asked.

She slapped her hands over her mouth the moment after the words left her mouth. Harry smiled at her.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "I fell into it and came out the way I went in."

"You don't remember anything?" Harri asked after a moment.

"Time kind of froze for a second and then it shot me out," he shrugged. "I think I screamed. Someone screamed." Harty paused to search through his memory. "That's it."

The conversation faded away into superficial topics. Homework, Quidditch, and that sort of thing. It was a nice effort, but it was hard for Harry to do more than be an observer. He could feel the eyes on him. There were plenty of students who didn't bother with subtlety in their stares. This wasn't the first time he'd be on the receiving end of things. Whispers, glares, and staring were normal. It was the near-worship in the eyes that some gave that was the most disturbing.

"I'm going to go to bed," Harry said.

Roxie and Harri stopped their conversation to give him their full attention.

"Are you sure?" Harri asked.

"Do you want us to walk you?" Roxie asked at the same time.

"It's not a good idea to be seen with me right now," Harry shook his head. "Double that walking to my private room."

They sighed.

"We're here for you, Harry," Roxie gave him a genuine smile.

"Thanks," he returned the smile. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

At least a dozen eyes followed him as he stood and left the Great Hall. Thankfully, no one followed him. Roxie and Harri were wonderful for trying to help, but he needed one of his friends. His old friends. He went directly to the Floo once he reached his room.

Harry took a pinch of powder and rolled it around his fingers in thought. Hermione wasn't a good option since she had her own worries. She didn't need him adding on top of it. They hadn't really talked since Ron had died and he did feel bad about it. He just had no idea how to start that conversation.

Hey, sorry your somewhat estranged husband was murdered. You two were married longer than I knew him, but everyone is worried how I'm taking it instead of you.

Yeah, Hermione wasn't an option. Tonks might be open to it. She hadn't recently lost a spouse and was one of his sort-of guardians. He was an adult by wizard standards and technically didn't need a guardian but disappearing for years and coming back from the dead wasn't the most common thing.

Sirius. Of course he should talk to Sirius. Why wasn't he the first person he thought of? He took the pinch of powder and tossed it into the fireplace.

"Sirius Black," he spoke loud and clear.

Green fire flared but nothing happened. Right, it wasn't like the mirrors. He needed an address similar to a telephone number. Did Sirius still live at Grimmauld Place? No, he lived in that compartment in his desk at the Auror Department. It didn't have a Floo connection. Going through the DMLE just to talk to Sirius felt silly to him. It would be like dialing emergency services to talk to the operators.

Susan was probably the best option. She was from before the Veil and had a better chance at understanding. If nothing more, she would listen. He might also hope for another roll in the sheets with her. Post Nut Clarity would be an advantage right about now.

Harry slipped out of his private room and began to head toward Susan's office. It was his best bet to find her. He wasn't sure where to look for her if her room wasn't attached to her class. There weren't as many people in the halls after dinner and the curfew was approaching. That kept the stares to a manageable level. He missed the map; it made sneaking around so much easier. His cloak and it were lost when he took an unplanned trip to the future.

He made it to the DADA classroom without an issue. The main door was locked as was the one to the office. Unfortunately, there was no information on where her quarters were located. A private room, kept private? How strange.

Harry turned around to head back to his own room. Instead, he found himself wandering the halls. Even without the map he knew quite a few hidden passages that allowed him to easily slip by prefect patrols. He didn't know where he was going and didn't have one in a mind.

It wasn't until he heard someone call his name that he realized that he had gone in a big circle. He stood by the door leading into the Great Hall, on the opposite side that he usually used.

"Mister Potter," a somewhat stern voice called.

He turned around to see Professor Greengrass staring nearby. There was a mixture of concern and amusement on her face.

"Hi," Harry said with a tired wave.

"Going somewhere?" She asked.

"No," he shook his head.

"You look like you need someone to talk to," Professor Greengrass said. "Come on, let's go to my suite."

Harry didn't argue, he just followed. Her private room was nearby hidden behind a painting of a lake. The suite had the same floorplan as his, but the décor was much better quality and arrangement. His room was obviously a temporary fix while hers looked like a home.

"Do you live here?" He asked.

"It makes the most sense," she replied as she took a seat on her couch. "Astoria and Draco live in Greengrass Manor. Technically, it's mine, but I'm here for most of the year so I live her full time."

"Why do they live in Greengrass Manor?" Harry asked.

"Right," she sighed. "You weren't here for that. Malfoy Manor was seized by the Ministry and sold to cover a portion of the reparations leveled against Death Eaters. Draco turned his life around and my sister had a crush on him since school."

"Huh," Harry replied. "That's… good?"

"Perfect summary of the situation," Professor Greengrass said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry replied automatically.

"This is my 'I believe you' face," she gave him a flat look.

Harry chuckled.

"Fine," He sighed. "I don't know what I'm still doing here."

"Here as in?" She asked drawing out the last word.

"Hogwarts," he said. "I'm not sure what I was thinking when I decided to come back."

"I'm guessing it had to do with Granger," Professor Greengrass cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck. "It sounded like a good idea at the time. I didn't have anything else to do." He paused. "It was nice for a little while. I was just another student, it was…"

"Nice?" She offered.

Harry shot her with a tired look.

"Now, it's just another year with everyone staring at me like it's second year when people thought I was the Heir," he groaned. "Or fourth year when people thought I cheated the Goblet. Or Fifth year after the Ministry spent the entire summer convincing people I'm crazy."

"If it helps," she gave him a warm smile. "They don't think you're crazy. More like you're a demi-god."

"Oh," Harry deadpanned. "That is so much better."

"I'm sorry," she shrugged. "This isn't the same world we grew up in. There hasn't been a Dark Lord since Voldemort. People don't even flinch at his name. The Ministry has put any potential Dark Lords or Ladies down before they can get footing. They actually do their job. I don't want to brag, but Hogwarts is better too. People don't come back from the dead, have prophecies, fight dragons, or crash flying cars into semi-sentient trees."

"Thank you," Harry tried not to sound too annoyed. "This conversation has been so very helpful."

"Harry," she used her 'teacher' voice instantly getting his attention. "This is the world you fought for. The world you died for. You can't treat it like it is."

Harry leaned back against the cushions. He closed his eyes.

"This is a really comfortable couch," he said.

Professor Greengrass chuckled.

"Did this help?" She asked.

"Kind of," he shrugged without bothering to open his eyes.

"I have an idea for something that will help," she said.

Harry opened one eye to look at her. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. A vixen smile crossed her face.

"Susan likes to brag," she practically purred.

His mouth went dry. He did think that some Post Nut Clarity would help the situation. Words caught in his throat as she slid to the ground in front of him. She gave him a questioning look. He gave a subtle nod. Professor Greengrass undid his zipped and began to work his pants down below his knees.

She looked up at him with smoky eyes.

"This is a great cock, Harry," her breath tickled to skin on his rapidly hardening member.

Daphne leaned down and gave a quick look of the crown of his cockhead. It had been so long since she had a cock in her mouth, but the first taste of his precum hitting her tongue was enough to push her forward. Any thoughts of taking things slowly fled her mind. She lunged forward, trying to take him to the base. It hurt her pride to admit she was struggling to throat the last couple of inches.

Harry leaned his head back and let out a ragged moan. He was on the edge of cumming the more he looked down at Professor Greengrass desperately sucking his cock. No, that wasn't right. With his cock in her mouth she wasn't Professor Greengrass, she was Daphne. She worked her head faster and faster with the hardest suction she could manage.

What respect Harry once had for the professor was gone when his hands gripped her blonde hair and forced her to kiss the very base of his cock. The action made her loudly gag in what sounded like pain. Whether she was in pain or not, the sexy vibration from her guttural moan around the tip of his cock told a very different story. Daphne loved it, and to show it, her hands went up to work his balls. She rolled them around, trying to coax a load out of his swinging balls.

Her sucking did its job and gave way to the first splash of hot cum hitting the back of her throat before touching her tongue. Daphne gagged, pushing back to let the rest of his hot spunk pool on her tongue instead of the ropes of cum hitting the tender parts of her throat.

Harry watched Daphne pull away until just the head of his cock remained in her mouth. Sucking as hard as she could, it was no wonder this felt like the longest climax of his life. By the end he felt like he was drained to a husk.

She snapped his fingers, and all of her clothes disappeared, leaving the older witch completely nude. Harry took a long moment to appreciate the sight of Daphne fully naked. She had curves, and they were nothing to laugh at. A few minor signs of aging, but nothing that could ruin Harry’s excitement for eventually sticking his cock in her tight, well-groomed slit of Daphne’s pussy. The beautiful pussy was already glistening, telling the world she was wet and willing to get fucked. Her body was a work of art. She had a hint of abs leading to a pair of perky breasts that were a big without being large. Harry was too busy admiring Daphne’s surprisingly tight body that he didn't see her doing the same. He closed the distance, taking control of the situation.

Daphne felt a thrill of excitement as Harry’s hands grabbed fistfuls of her perky tits. She hotly moaned, feeling his large, rough, but warm hands be the first to touch her breasts in years. There weren't many men that met her standards. So much so that she almost forgot how sensitive her tits were until he pinched and rolled her hard pebble nipples.

"Fuck!" She moaned.

Daphne had no idea how Harry could make her body tremble with a simple grope.

"You're a horny little slut, aren't you?" Harry teased her.

Daphne wanted to be offended at that assessment, but she couldn't do anything but moan. She moaned louder until one of Harry's hands left her right breast to trail down to her pussy. Harry playfully tweaked her sensitive nipples until he reached her limit. She was getting close but hadn't tipped over the edge.

Harry was pleasantly surprised his professor was neatly trimmed when he felt the soft strip of hair leading to her wet pussy lips. His touch sent shivers down her spine sending Daphne pleasure she could only dream of.

Daphne could have collapsed to the ground when Harry finally touched her gushing pussy. She grabbed onto Harry to hold herself up when his fingers started to explore her pussy.

Harry prepared to pounce on Daphne, forcing her onto her back to fuck her with him on top.

"Let me ride you," Daphne purred.

Harry wasn't going to argue. Watching a gorgeous woman bouncing on his cock sounded like a wonderful idea. Daphne lowered herself on his cock with surprising grace. She lowered herself with surprising grace until the crown of his cock touched her lower lips.

Daphne struggled to keep her pace even as his cockhead slipped inside her. A powerful shock of pleasure made her drop her hips to accept all the remaining inches much faster than she anticipated.

"So big," Daphne moaned.

Harry didn't think his cock was all that large, but he wasn't going to argue. He hadn't had any complaints yet and he took that to be a good sign. Daphne started to wobble as she adjusted to his size. Her movements made him moan. Some part of his mind was functioning enough for his hands found her hips to hold her steady.

Daphne felt fuller than ever before, she swore she could feel him in her stomach. Harry moaned when she raised her hips, sliding her hot and tight pussy up and down his throbbing cock. Her moans were getting louder as Harry reasserted some control. His cock was finding all of her sweet spots. The head of his cock hit just right, sending her into a body-wracking orgasm. Daphne groaned as she felt her control fade away.

Her mind was already trying to form more plans for many repeat encounters. She was rapidly approaching another orgasm as his cock slammed against the perfect spot. No man, or toy, had ever fit her pussy so perfectly before.

Daphne was getting louder each passing moment, so much so that surely someone would hear. She couldn't help it as her hips rose and dropped with all of her weight at the same time Harry thrust his hips to meet her on every slam down. Every time it made his cock hit just the right spot of her pussy.

The way her orgasms hit harder each time was dangerous and addicting. There was a little whisper in the back of her mind that reminded her that this was her student's cock that caused her climaxes to come fast and hard. It was wrong, she was a professor, but this was a fantasy she had had for far too long.

Her train of thought scrambled while her body kept moving on Harry's cock.

"I'm getting close," Harry groaned out. "I'm going to cum."

Daphne was lost in a haze of amazing sex she simply nodded along. Her hands went to Harry's chest when she felt Harry put more power in his thrusts. Daphne felt his cock hit the back of her pussy a little harder than before. That was enough to push him over the edge.

Harry finally let loose inside Daphne. They both moaned as his cum filled her pussy. Daphne's eyes went wide as she swore she could feel him fill her womb. His cum was pure magic. It sparked along her nerves, sending motes of power into her core.

"This…" She rubbed her lower bellow. "This is wonderful."

Harry nodded.

"Did this help?" She asked.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"You know," she teased him. "I'm Lady Greengrass. With my sister being the new Lady Malfoy, the responsibility falls to me to carry on the family name." She wiggled her hips a little. "Want to help with that? No marriage necessary."

Harry stared at her for a moment. This was not the issue he needed the Post Nut Clarity to handle.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"I've had a crush on you since First Year when you told Malfoy to fuck off," Daphne blushed. "Think about it?"

He nodded.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Yes," he practically growled. "Ready to go again?"

~

Harry stumbled back to his room in desperate need of water and some sleep. Thankfully, it was just across the Great Hall. He collapsed face-first onto his bed before any of his former worries could take hold.

He woke up the next morning with a clear mind and sore muscles. Daphne was write, this wasn't the world he knew, and he shouldn't treat it like it was. The Ministry was competent, Hogwarts wasn't a death trap, and people thought Dark Lords were a story to scare children.

Harry got ready for the day, skipping the school robes and dressing in his normal clothes. He ignored the various flavors of stares as he made his way to the Headmistresses office. Dobby looked up as he approached.

"Great Harry Potter sir!" Dobby hopped out from behind his desk.

The elf wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Has Harry Potter had breakfast? Does Harry Potter need something to drink?" Dobby started to fuss over him.

"Nothing like that, thank you, Dobby," he smiled at the elf. "I need to speak with the Headmistress."

The change in Dobby was instant. He went from his usual self to a prim and proper assistant. His posture improved and even his clothes adjusted to fit better.

"Does Harry Potter have an appointment?" Dobby asked.

"I'm sorry, no," Harry shook his head. "Does she have an opening in her schedule?"

Dobby popped over to his desk. He flipped through a book that was almost as big as the elf. Dobby scanned through the pages until he came to something interesting.

"No," Dobby shook his head. "Is the third of next month at Six AM good?"

Harry rubbed a hand over his face.

"I don't want to wait that long," he sighed.

"Mister Potter," the Headmistress spoke from the door to her office. "Do you need something?"

"You're not busy?" Harry asked.

McGonagall gave Dobby a fond smile.

"It's breakfast," she said. "Dobby has decided to make sure I remember to eat."

"Headmistress Kitty forgets," Dobby did his best to give the witch a stern look.

"Would you like to join me for breakfast?" Headmistress McGonagall asked.

"Yes, thank you," Harry smiled and followed her back into her office.

"As much as I appreciate your visit, I suppose this isn't a social call?" McGonagall asked as she led him over to a tidy table tucked away in the far side of her office.

A good spread of breakfast food appeared on the table before them. Harry made the wise decision not to mention the extra cup of cream that appeared next to her tea. Headmistress Kitty for sure.

"No," Harry took the open seat. "I don't belong in Hogwarts anymore. I'm going to withdraw."

"Hm," she nodded. "You have your OWLs and there are plenty of private tutors for your NEWTs."

"You're taking this better than I expected," Harry shrugged.

"I was pleased to see you return," McGonagall gave him a soft smile. "I had the idea that your time was coming to an end once the truth reached the public. It is a shame." She sighed. "It warmed my heart to see you among the other students without your legend hanging over you."

"It was nice while it lasted," he nodded. "Now… I'm not sure it was worth it."

The Headmistress arched an eyebrow.

"It was a small taste of a life I never had," Harry gave her a sad smile. "And now it's gone."

She nodded.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" McGonagall asked.

"I'm not sure," he said after a moment. "I thought I'd spend some time with Sirius, or maybe Hermione, but they have their own lives."

"Sirius would move the stars to see you," McGonagall said softly.

"I'll send him an owl," Harry smiled brightly at her.

"Floo?" She asked.

"I don't know his address," Harry shrugged.

"Mister Potter," she chuckled. "You only had to ask."

McGonagall stood and crossed the room to her fireplace. She took a pinch of powder and tossed it inside. Green flames sparked to life once the magical powder hit the firewood.

"Padfoot," she spoke the word loud and clear.

"Minnie," Sirius' voice came through a moment later. "Finally came to your sense about that date?"

"Hardly, Mister Black," the side of her mouth twitched over so slightly. "Harry…"

His name had barely left her mouth before Sirius stepped through the flames.

"Where is he?" The usual smile in his voice was gone. "Is he alright? Did something happen?"

"Easy, Padfoot," Harry soothed. "I'm right here."

Sirius visibly relaxed.

"What's up, pup?" Sirius asked suddenly back to himself.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts," Harry said.

Sirius nodded.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm the only one that didn't see this coming?" Harry sighed.

"Minnie and I had our suspicions," Sirius admitted. "I need a couple of days to get things in order. Are you ok to stay here until then?"

"I'd rather not," Harry replied.

"Hermione would want you to stay with her," Sirius said.

"Or stay here until I take my NEWTs," Harry added.

"I'll talk to the Weasley brood to see where you can stay until I'm ready," Sirius said after a moment of thought.

"I know someone in Hogsmeade," Harry said. "I'll ask her if I could stay for a while."

"Her?" Sirius gave him a sly smile.

"Gabrielle Delacour," Harry replied.

A knowing smile crossed his face.

"Calm down you old mutt," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Do you know her Floo? If she has one?" Sirius asked.

"No," Harry said confidently. "I was going to send her an owl."

"Let me know once you do," Sirius strode over and pulled him into a hug. "Love you, pup."

"Love you too, Padfoot," Harry said with a smile.

"Talk soon," Sirius walked over to McGonagall then the wizard gave her a perfect gentlemanly bow. "Minie, it was a pleasure to see you once more. I hope we meet again soon."

"Good day, Sirius," McGonagall shook her head.

Sirius shot her a wink at her before he stepped into the flames. She sighed before she turned to Harry. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

"He's been asking me to marry him since he was a first year," the Headmistress gave a soft smile. "It always happened directly after each time I caught him in one of his schemes." She shook her head. "I believe you have a message to write."

"Yes," Harry chuckled. "Thank you, Headmistress."

"Minerva," she said.

"Minerva," Harry smiled brightly.

"My office is always open for you, Harry," McGonagall walked over to him with her arms outstretched.

The unexpected warmth of her hug made a small lump form in his throat. He cleared it as he returned the affection.

"I suppose asking you to marry me would be in bad form?" Harry teased with a roguish smile.

"Get out of here," McGonagall shook her finger at him.

Harry winked at her before leaving. He had a letter to write.

~

Harry made sure to write a letter to each of the Weasley kids as well. He didn't want them to worry about him suddenly disappearing. It didn't take all that long so he decided to send another batch to his friends as well.

Gabrielle arrived at Hogwarts a few minutes after he sent the letter. The elves had his bags packed and waiting for him by the time he got back to his room. He met her outside near the lake. Her face was a silent mask as she stared out at the water.

"Gabbi?" Harry asked softly.

"Je déteste ce lac," she muttered.

"Hm?" Harry asked.

"I hate this lake," she repeated. "I had nightmares for weeks after."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"Don't be," she turned to face him, a bright smile on her face. "You rescued me like a princess in a story. Here you are saving me again."

"How did I do that?" Harry asked finding himself returning her smile.

"You pulled me from dark memories," she replied. "I have a carriage waiting for us."

"Thank you," Harry went to pick up his luggage.

Harry stopped when the trunk suddenly shrunk to the side of a matchbox. He looked over his shoulder at her. She winked at him.

"I should have thought of that," Harry chuckled.

He plucked the shrunk trunk from the ground and slid it into a pocket.

"Lead the way, my lady," Harry said bowing.

Gabbi giggled as she returned the bow with a curtsy. She offered him her hand, which he took, placing a kiss on her knuckles, and then holding it gently. Gabbi led him through the gates. True as she said, there was a carriage waiting for them. These were pulled by actual horses unlike the ones for Hogwarts. There was something magical about the animals, their coats shimmered in the light. He didn't see a driver, but that didn't seem to matter.

Harry helped her into the carriage first. The interior was plush and on par with a luxury train car. There was plenty of room for at least five people. It didn't have a cold box or drink bar, but it looked like it had the space for one. Harry closed the door once he was inside.

"Do you know how long you will stay?" Gabbi asked.

"Not really," Harry shook his head.

"You are welcome for as long as you need," Gabbi patted beside her.

Harry took the seat offered. Gabbi scooted closer, almost on his lap. He rubbed her leg idly. Her Allure filled the carriage in a matter of moments. It felt warm with an edge of need. Harry was under no illusions about her intentions. Who was he to deny a beautiful witch such fantasy? She threaded her fingers through his grip.

"What have you been doing since…" Harry tried to think of how to say 'since I died' without actually saying it.

"I studied at Beauxbatons with a focus on Runes and Enchanting," Gabbi said saving him from the awkward search for words.

"That's awesome," Harry smiled at her.

"Thank you," she beamed at him. "There was a lot of Arithmancy involved. It is required for anything for Enchanting. Finding a Master Enchantress to apprentice is difficult these days. I'm currently continuing my pursuit of Mastery with Independent Study."

"I didn't know that was an option," Harry said.

"It is for the rare discipline," Gabbi replied. "The tests are on record. I can take them at any time but would need to wait three years between each attempt."

"You're amazing," Harry smiled.

"I am more than a pretty face," Gabbi preened.

Harry smiled. She rested her head on his shoulder. They road a while in silence.

"May I ask you a question," she said after a moment.

"Sure," Harry braced himself for her to ask about the Veil.

"Did you fuck Fleur?" She asked.

Harry laughed.

"No," he shook his head. "She took me shopping for clothes." He paused. "As you know, I slept with Dominique." He pulled the collar of his shirt to show her the teeth marks. "She marked me."

Gabbi let out a musical laugh.

"She certainly is precocious," Gabrielle sighed. "She's my favorite." She covered her mouth with her hand. "Don't tell Louis."

"Not Victoire?" Harry asked.

"She is Molly's favorite," Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "That is more than enough for anyone."

"That makes sense," Harry chuckled. "She's a very… passionate woman."

"She's a bitch," Gabrielle stated. "She treated Fleur like garbage and the fawned over 'Bill's Daughter'. Even Ginerva started to treat my sister better before Molly could."

"Topic change?" Harry asked.

"Sure," she smiled at him. "What are you plans now?"

"I have no idea," he replied. "Travel maybe? Find somewhere that I can just be Harry."

Gabrielle nodded and let a comfortable silence settle for the rest of the ride. Harry let his train of thought flow. He hadn't given any thought to his future. It was very Gryffindor of him, but that was behind him now. Letting a house define him was silly once he saw how others had grown. Pansy worked for Hermione as an assistant, Daphne was a professor, and Neville had became so much more than he had been. Travel sounded good, but he wanted to see his old friends first. Maybe get caught up on their lives as some sort of closure before he moved on with his life. He needed to make sure they were safe before he could truly relax.

The carriage pulled up to a surprisingly modern looking stretch of Victorian styled housing. There was also an expanded commercial area with some shops that he didn't recognize.

"Would you like to get something to eat?" Gabrielle asked.

"I had breakfast before I sent you the letter," Harry replied. "Are you hungry?"

"Not for food," she purred. "But that can wait. Let me show you my place."

"Gabrielle," Harry chuckled. "You are gorgeous, but we don't really know each other."

Gabbi stood and offered him her hand.

"Let me show you my place," she led him out of the carriage.

She took care to unlock her door with a key rather than a spell. It made a deep thunk as she pulled the key out. She opened the door and stepped through. It was cozier than he expected.

"Each key opens to a private residence," Gabrielle explained. "This is the top floor." She motioned to the window. "It's the smallest, but I don't need much room."

Even the smallest apartment was on par with his suite in Hogwarts. There was an open living room area, a full-size kitchen, and a couple of doors that most likely led to her bedroom and bathroom. He didn't see a second bedroom, but the couch did look comfortable.

"I'll take the couch," Harry said.

"Please," Gabrielle twirled a stray curl of his hair with dexterous fingers. "We're sharing my bed." She walked away. "I can keep my hands to myself."

She took a seat on the couch and motioned for him to join her. He did, this time he took a spot that was close to her without her being in his lap.

"Tell me about you," Gabrielle said. "The real Harry, not the hero in storybooks and legends."

"Legends?" Harry asked.

"Your reputation grew when the stories of your adventures at Hogwarts turned out to be true," Gabrielle explained.

"A twelve-year-old that slayed a basilisk with a sword?" Harry laughed. "I wouldn't believe it if I didn't have the scars to prove it."

"It really bit you?" Gabbie gasped.

Harry rolled up his sleeve to give her a full look at the scar. She traced the edge with her fingertip.

"And you say you're not a hero," she teased. "There are myths about men who have done less."

"Someone had to do it," Harry shrugged.

She shook her head.

"Ok, what about your life outside of Hogwarts?" She asked.

"Rough," Harry sighed. "I would rather not talk about it."

"You're making this difficult," she pouted. "I want to know you. What do you want to know about me?"

"What do you like to do when you aren't working toward your Mastery?" He asked.

"I've tried flying, but it just doesn't feel right," she sighed. "I'm a decent hand at dueling. Not good enough to be a professional. I like to paint. I'm horrible at it, but I like it."

"Really?" Harry asked. "Like magic paintings?"

"No," she shook her head. "I could use Enchanting to make them magical. They are mundane paintings. I don't do portraits because everyone wants a magical one. Those are something else completely. I most do landscapes, abstracts, and some still-life. My favorites are animals."

"Do you have any here?" He asked.

"No," she laughed. "They are all locked away in my room in France."

"Locked away?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I paint for myself," she stated. "It helps me relax."

Harry nodded.

"That's flying for me," Harry said. "I played Quidditch, but it was all about the flying. Why don't you like it? Heights?"

"No," she scrunched her nose.

Harry had to admit, she was cute. Hell, she was gorgeous.

"I can fly on my own," she explained. "A mature Veela can transform. Riding a broom just doesn't feel the same."

"You can transform?" Harry asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "All Veela can once they reach maturity. Strong emotions help, as does magical power, but we all can."

"Can you do it now?" He asked.

"That is rude to ask," she huffed.

"Oh," Harry winced. "Sorry."

"I'm teasing," Gabbi giggled. "Give me a moment."

Gabrielle stood and began to strip her clothes, holding eye-contact with him all the while. Harry had to fight the urge to gulp as she reached her sheer bra and panties. She turned around before she dropped those as well. Her ass was a work of art. His attention reluctantly shifted from her body to the small feathers that began to sprout from her skin. The transformation didn't appear to be painful. It wasn't instant like an animagus, but it was faster than a werewolf. A pair of gorgeous wings with gold and white feathers stretched out about as wide as her arms-span. She probably wouldn't be able to fly without the boost from magic.

She turned around to show him her front. Downy feathers covered her chest and stomach but didn't do a thing to cover her nipples and beautiful slit. She didn't have a beak, in fact, only her cheeks and forehead had feathers. Her smile showed him a mouth full of sharp teeth. She was still beautiful, closer to an angel than a harpy. Each fingers and toes had grown in length and ended in claws.

"Gorgeous," Harry whispered.

"Follow me," her voice was a throating purr.

Harry didn't argue. He followed her into her bedroom. She took a seat on her large bed as she transformed into her human form. Her breathing was rapid.

"You're overdressed," she whispered.

His plans to tease her by stripping his clothes were dashed when Harry’s pants vanished. Harry prowled forward, closing the space between them as Gabrielle took in the size and shape of his dick. She bit her bottom lip and whimpered out a pitiful little moan. Harry’s cock twitched, bobbing up and down a few inches from her nose.

"I want to taste you," she moaned out.

Gabrielle’s hands massaged Harry’s thighs to wrap softly around the meat of his shaft.  Leaning a few inches forward, Gabrielle delivered a sweet little kiss to the head of Harry’s cock. It was quickly followed by a another then a sloppy kiss with a tongue that flicked out in exploration. Finally, with a small whimper of appreciation, Gabrielle began covering his cockhead with kisses. She focused her entire attention to make sure to cover every inch of skin with her saliva.

Harry’s hands were clenched into tight fists and his eyes were closed by the time Gabrielle involved her tongue in her explorations. Gabrielle was a succubus in the form of an angel. He took several deep, calming breaths before he opened his eyes again. The vision that greeted him had him groaning, and his balls twitching in her hand. Gabrielle was staring adoringly up at his face, as she pumped away at his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Harry stifled a moan as his hands dug painfully into his own thighs.

He was doing everything he could possibly do just to keep himself from grabbing a fistful of Gabrielle’s hair and pounding away at her throat like a savage. Their eyes locked. She read his desire and restraint in his gaze. A little twitch of the corner of her mouth told her she understood completely.

Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head. His control had scored points with Gabrielle, and she was letting him know it. When he was able to get control of his vision once more, he looked down to see Gabrielle trying to pull her own face toward his belly, using his ass as a grip for extra leverage. Her perfect little mouth was being stretched out as she managed to swallow more with each moment.

As her stuffed mouth hollowed out, she couldn’t help the moan of arousal that rumbled deep in her throat from the pure desire in his eyes. A moment later, she moaned yet again, when the vibrations made a bit of pre-cum drip onto the flat of her tongue. Gabrielle could already tell that Harry’s cum was going to taste absolutely glorious. She hadn't expected it to be pure magic. That little taste was enough to make her inner Veela scream. With a happy sigh, and a wink up at Harry, Gabrielle started pulling on his ass cheeks again. She was going to stuff her throat with this cock until she had her nose tickled his groomed pubes.

Harry softly ran his fingers through a head of silky blonde hair. His legs were starting to shake. Gabrielle was sucking on his cock as if it was a treat that she found particularly delicious. He didn't want it to end so fast. It was too bad that Gabrielle was so determined to have him finish in record time. Her mouth started dropping towards his balls, taking in more and more of his shaft. At the same time, her too right hand stopped gripping his ass cheek, in order to fondle his hanging balls. It felt as if she was trying to juggle his balls in her palm, and it was causing an electric current of sensation to shoot right up his spine. Harry immediately felt himself speeding towards the point of no return, and he bit his lip to hold out for more.

Gabrielle was far too impatient to get the taste of his cum. She had dreamed about this for years and  didn’t want to wait even a second longer than necessary. Soon enough, Harry’s cockhead was pressing against the entrance to her throat. Pushing just a little further, Gabrielle settled Harry’s head in the beginnings of her throat and then pulled away again, suctioning hard on his shaft the whole entire time. She made sure to lick and massage every inch of Harry’s head when she withdrew, before she immediately took it back into her throat. Soon enough, Gabrielle found a rhythm, with which she started fucking her mouth down on Harry’s cock, faster with every passing second.

“Gods, oh Gods,” Harry groaned out, in a barely understandable voice.

She was shoving his cock into her cute mouth at a blinding speed. The attention she was gave his head and balls made it all the more difficult to stay in control. Easily the most erotic thing about it all was the look in Gabrielle’s eyes as she looked up at him. It was a look that somehow begged for him to give her his cum. It was an expression that made her look hungry for his cum and wasn't going to quit until she got it. His legs shook as the muscles in his stomach clenched. It was probably in his head, but he swore he could feel his balls churn. Harry knew that he was about to cum, and he withdrew his fingers from Gabrielle’s hair in preparation.

"Gabbi," he managed to breath out. "I'm going to…"

Gabrielle’s mouth bobbed up and down along Harry’s cock a little faster for two pumps in what was unmistakably a nod of understanding, but then she never pulled away even an inch. As his balls twitched, signaling the arrive of one of his biggest loads directly into the back of Gabrielle’s throat, she raised her chin and started swallowing around his cock as fast as she could. She managed to suck down and swallow three rapid fire loads of cum, without anything spilling from her mouth.

To both of their surprise, it didn't stop for a few more ropes. The cum that followed leaked out of her mouth, running down her chin, and dripping onto her perfectly perky tits.

His cum was magic. Pure, world-shattering magic.

"Sweet fuck," Harry muttered, as his shaky legs threatened to give out on him entirely.

Gabrielle easily repositioned him and pushed him onto his ass on the bed. He was a healthy young man and didn't usually have a problem staying hard. Right now, his stamina was getting a massive boost from her Allure. With an almost animalistic enthusiasm, Gabrielle was sloppily lapping clean his cock. She was moaning her arousal the entire damned time.

"Harry, you’re such a rare specimen," she said after kissing Harry’s balls in appreciation. "Any other man would be a puddle of goo after a blowjob from a Veela."

Gabrielle licked Harry’s dickhead one more time, before pulling away to look down at herself. With a small chuckled, she started cleaning up the cum decorating her chin, neck and breasts. She put it all where it belonged. In her mouth. Every drop made her very core shiver. She was methodically wiping up and licking his cum off of her milky white, round and wonderful tits treating his cum as if it was delicious. In response, his cock was twitching, bobbing in the air, and hard enough to use it as a club.

Harry would have been happy to kiss Gabrielle, even if it’d meant that he might taste himself in the process. That was if there as any of left. She slowly crawled up the length of his body like predator on the prowl.

She drifted forward and kissed him hard. For several very long moments, their hands explored each other's' body. Gabrielle rubbed herself up and down Harry’s body. Then, very suddenly, she broke away from their kiss and straightened to sit on Harry’s thighs.

Slowly, sensually she straightened on Harry’s waist again, Gabrielle started rubbing her soaked, little pussy, up and down the length of his cock, lubricating it with her arousal. She wanted him for years. As his arousal reached a fever pitch, his cock strained against Gabrielle’s inner thighs and butt. It bounced against and rubbed her wonderful cheeks, as she ground her pussy up and down its length.

Without a second of further hesitation, Gabrielle drew herself higher above Harry’s waist. She reached between her legs and took a hold of his hot, hard cock. As his cock twitched in her grasp, Gabrielle kissed and bit at Harry’s chest and shoulders. Dominique may have marked him first, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from adding her own. She expertly positioned his cock exactly where she needed it. They both shivered when the crown of his cockhead rubbed up and down the length of her hot, wet pussy lips. Then, with a sharp growl, she lowered her hips just a quarter of an inch. In the moments that followed, they both felt the head of Harry’s cock begin to spread her lips apart, and they clutched at each other in their pleasure.

"Sweet fuck," Harry whispered in a voice heavy with need.

Gabrielle straightened to her knees again, with Harry’s cockhead nestled firmly between her pussy lips. Then with a deep preparatory smile, she began spreading her knees. Her body lowered as her legs spread, slowly impaling her pussy upon Harry’s impressive cock.

Harry started squeezing his hands almost hard enough to break open the skin of his palms. He was struggling not to erupt inside of Gabrielle’s perfect pussy right then. Even though he was only inside of her a little more than an inch or two his restraint was already being tested. His willpower was fraying with Gabrielle moaning and trembling. Her noises caused his balls to clench almost painfully as a result. It wasn’t all that mysterious why she was making the small near-animal noises. She was unbelievably tight. Harry had his eyes closed. He begged to magic itself to give him enough willpower to hold on.

Gabrielle needed this, she needed Harry, and she needed him now. She clawed at the flesh of his back, as she braced her arms around his sides, pulling herself further down upon his length. In return, Harry trailed his fingers along her back pausing to pinch one of her nipples whiles sucking and licking the other. At first Harry had stayed completely still as if he were struggling just to breath, but over time, it looked like he was regaining control of his body. Harry’s restraint was just as importantly how sexy he looked while performing them. It was making Gabrielle’s entire body feel like it was burning up.

With a Veela it was possible from some fire to make an appearance.

She wanted to show him just how amazing sex with her was. After coming to a rest and gazing down at Harry with hooded eyes. Gabrielle lifted herself up until only his head remained inside of her. She was already trembling from head to toe, and her pussy was twitching all over Harry’s knob like a vibrator. Goddess he damned big that he touched literally every sensitive spot within her with every tiny movement. It was as if Harry’s cock was doing everything to stay inside of her. The way he dragged her every fold felt completely unbelievable, and so intense that just that one movement had almost made her lose it.

While both shaking and gasping, Gabrielle stared down at Harry’s almost pained and feral expression. It appeared that she wasn’t the only person who was too close for comfort, and that fact was enough to make her smile.

"Déesse, tu te sens incroyable!" As she was speaking, Gabrielle’s legs had suddenly given out on her completely.

With a squeal of both surprise and pleasure, Gabrielle was impaled on Harry’s cock.

Once again, Gabrielle found herself obscenely stretched out over the girth of Harry’s cock. She raised her hips causing them both to gasp for air. Then she dropped her ass and they both groaned. Gabrielle squeaked aloud, as all of the sudden, Harry took a hold of her chin to lay a hard possessive kiss upon her lips. Soul searing bliss sent her head spinning. Gabrielle plunged into the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue as if it were the answer to the meaning of life.

Gabrielle’s eyes went wide like saucers, and she squealed directly into Harry’s mouth. She’d finally felt it happen, with an earth-shattering crescendo. In her surprise, she’d accidentally dropped all of her weight upon his cock again. The world went white. She felt his cock kiss her core and Harry’s balls resting against her ass cheeks. It was too much for her.

She twitched and trembled as she launched into mind shattering orgasm. Soft, downy feathers sprouted along her spine without any reservations. Gabrielle felt more appear along her body as orgasm powered on. She could feel in Harry’s clenching arms that he was fighting against his own. Sweet goddess, he hadn’t cum yet.

"Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. S'il te plaît, donne-moi tout," Gabrielle bit into Harry’s shoulder as she vibrated through the strongest orgasm of her life.

The fact that Gabrielle bit into his shoulder without any warning was his only saving grace. The shock distracted him away from how amazing Gabrielle's pussy felt. He was only hanging on by a thread. Gabrielle was spasming her way through another orgasm. It was definitely a boost to his pride. Harry was also shocked that she’d came so fast. They’d only started. As far as he could tell he hadn’t even done anything yet.

She wrapped both her arms and legs in a stranglehold around Harry’s body. Her muscles were tensing like crazy, as her core twitched and trembled all over his shaft. The wet, sucking sensation that Harry’s cock was experiencing was beyond belief. He ran his hands softly up and down her back, teasing the soft feathers.

"Douce déesse, tu es incroyable," she mumbled into his chest.

Moaning, Gabrielle’s trembling arms pushed her face away from Harry’s chest, so that she could look down at where their bodies were joined. She started panting in arousal as she took in the sight of his cock hilted inside of her.

Gabrielle bit her lip at the raw lust of the moment. Her gaze trailed up Harry’s drool worthy body, to stare him in those gorgeous eyes of his. With a happy sigh that shifted to a throaty moan, Gabrielle dropped back down. They were rewarded with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh. They both groaned loudly in pleasure. She was going to make her man cum like he’d never cum before.

She rose and dropped once more and then she just didn’t stop. It didn’t take long for her to start riding Harry like the stud he was. Despite wanting to bring him to his end, hers was rapidly climbing towards a second orgasm. It couldn’t be helped. Harry was hitting all the right spots that sent waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.

Harry groaned and tensed as Gabrielle bounced her hot, wet and clenching pussy upon his cock, and her tits bounced in his face in completely mesmerizing ways. He took a hold of Gabrielle’s ass cheeks again, using them as support in order to move to a seated position. He was being drawn in by Gabrielle’s wonderful, perky, bouncing tits, and he absolutely had to have them in his mouth.

Harry decided to take more control. He grabbed her thighs to lift and drop the girl in time with her efforts. It added speed and power to their coupling. It also made the lewd sound of their bodies connecting even louder. In turn, Gabrielle’s arms and legs wrapped around his back, and she bucked down on him with wild abandon. Harry licked and nibbled the could reach. Gabrielle sucked on the stretch of flesh along shoulders giving him even more hickeys as time went by. Every inch of Gabrielle’s piping hot, sweaty skin sliding along his body felt electric, and Harry found himself rutting up into her like a wild animal.

Gabrielle straddled Harry’s lap on the bed and rode his cock like this was a dream she didn't want to wake up from. She’d managed to power through several smaller orgasms without stopping or slowing her movements. Her orgasms were getting longer and more intense, and it was beginning to affect her ability to control her limbs.

Harry was only a few moments away from cumming. He realized that no amount of willpower was going to hold it back anymore. Gabrielle’s hot and wet clenching pussy desperately worked his cock. He could feel his balls tensing up like a coil set to spring.

"Gabrielle, Gabbi… I’m going to cum any second, I’ve got to pull out or I’m going to-" Harry gasped the words directly

Gabrielle tightened her grip on him and increased the intensity of her riding. She had dreamed about this moment for years and wasn't going to let it pass. Gabrielle tried to say something, to tell him to cum inside her, that she needed it. Instead, she let out a shuddering string of nonsense. He felt his balls tense. He growled like an animal into the incredibly hot skin of her neck.

Harry grabbed ahold of Gabrielle’s ass cheeks, so that he could lift her up and down the length of his cock.

Any restraint he had vanished as he pounded his cock into her in long, deep strokes, over and over again. He felt Gabrielle lock her legs together behind his back which had the added benefit of squeezing her tits into his face. Harry was completely caught off guard when a moment later Gabrielle let out a wild screech as her pussy was contracting around his cock as if it had a mind of its own. The sudden shock sent Harry right over the edge. He roared as he let go, letting loose with intense climax. Her blowjob had rocked his world; it was the best orgasm he had ever had. This, this blew that one out of the water.

His cock spasmed, strained, and then finally launched a thick load of boiling hot cum right where Gabrielle wanted it. Harry kept pumping his cock within her in fast paced strokes for the first couple of ropes before he pulled down hard upon her body. Wrapping his arms around Gabrielle’s back, hooking onto her shoulders and pulled her down, so that he was completely hilted within her. The crown of his cock ended up creating a perfect seal against Gabrielle’s core, filled her with another full load.

Gabrielle had seen many men pass out after sex, they would stare off in a fuck drunk haze and profess their love. She had never experienced the sensation herself, none of her Veela relatives and friends had. That was before Harry. Gabrielle came down from a bright and glorious peak of unbelievable pleasure. She panted her way out of her brain melting orgasm. Slowly and surely rational thought returned to her body. She felt Harry’s lean, muscular arms pinning her to his lap by her thighs, she felt his hands clenched on her ass cheeks and his balls contracting wildly. Gabrielle swore his shaft nearly doubling in size as it spasmed within her. The burning hot torrent of his cum pulsed continuously into her womb.

As they came down from the ruinous peak of their shared orgasm. They panted ragged breaths into the flesh of each other’s necks.

Harry pulled his face away from Gabrielle’s shoulder so that he could look her in the eyes. A brief glance at the fresh hickey on her perfect skin was a mark of pride. With just a glance he could tell that the girl was completely exhausted and fading fast. Damn, a guy could get a big head from something like this. She opened her eyes to look back at him, smiled in a dopey fashion, and then pushed him back onto the bed. Over the next few seconds, she wrapped herself around his body and wiggled into him, in preparation for sleep. He was all for this new plan. As an afterthought, he grabbed the corner of her blanket and dragged it over their cooling bodies. They’d have to shower in the morning, because right now Harry was far too tired to worry about something as trivial as basic hygiene. He hoped that they would share one. Saving water was important.

There was only one more thought that tickled the back of his mind.

"Gabrielle. Gabbi, I’m still inside of you," He managed to gather enough energy to speak.

"Oui," Gabrielle breathed out with a contented whisper. "C'est merveilleux."

That was good enough for him. He closed his eyes and drifted off to a deep sleep. Harry knew something like this would happen once he asked to stay with her. He wanted to get to know her even more know. Hopefully this first encounter with him was enough to keep her attention. If not, he would have to try again. And again. And again, just to make sure he gave her some good memories.

NOTE:
I made it to 10k instead of the 15/20 I was hoping to reach. Chose Time Keeps on Slipping because it felt like the best one to progress.
What do you think? 1 longer post per week or the standard 2?