Tie It Up

Gabrielle's life had never taken such a sharp turn. Prior to being whisked away to England, she'd mostly been left to her own devices. When she was younger, she'd have to make fun with her sister, or by often herself. She'd gotten into more than a few scrapes while trecking through the woods and climbing trees, often coming home dirty and with leaves in her hair, much to her mothers' chagrin. She'd also found that she intensely enjoyed riding on a broom, something that called to a part of her that longed to fly free. More recently, much of her free time had become devoted to self-pleasure, and Gabby couldn't help but wonder if she'd been happier before masturbation became her primary hobby. Her feelings toward her mother were still tangled and confused, but she was beginning to resent her for setting her on that particular path.

Now, however, it seemed impossible to get a moment to herself, and she had a suspicion that this was on purpose, and nearly everyone seemed to be in on it. Those first few days, she'd clung rather closely to her sister, but many of the older girls (who she was stunned to figure out were all Harry's girlfriends) had quickly become staples in her life. With some gentle prodding, she'd taken up studying for her coming school year. While Hermione's intellect was quite intimidating, and Gabby often lost track of what she was saying, Susan had a certain warmness to her, and had a way of explaining everything in ways that made sense.

Demelza and Katie had also become trusted mentors. Katie had humored her desire to explore the property and didn't mind at all if she ended up covered in dirt, or with twigs in her hair. Demelza just seemed so approachable. Gabby hadn't felt weird about asking her what she was reading, and Demelza didn't bat an eye at telling her about romance novels. She'd even offered to lend Gabby some of her favorites, which Gabby eagerly accepted.

Perhaps best of all was the flying. Not only was Harry an excellent flier (as his performance in the first task and his well known status as youngest seeker in a century confirmed), but Ginny, Katie, and Demelza were as well, and they were all game to fly with her. As fun as flying alone was, it was nothing compared to flying with company. Gabby had tons of fun tossing a quaffle between them, and Katie had declared that she was a natural born chaser (Harry had rolled his eyes at this, but his smile had never faded).

Fleur had provided her with a book of her own, embarrassingly enough, but Gabby found herself grateful for it, and rather wishing she'd been able to read it sooner. It had explained some things to her, like why she was so obsessed with Harry.

The Veela drive naturally encourages us to 'sample' men, until we find someone who the drive accepts as a mate. Many young Veela women find themselves sleeping through pools of suiters, but as soon as the find 'the one' their sex drive becomes exclusively focused on them.

Very often, this man is already spoken for. I cannot stress enough, using the allure to seduce him away is a foolish mistake. Not only would you be taking away your partner's choice, not only is it a shaky foundations to start a relationship on, but usually the men the drive selects are resistant to the allure.

I would urge patience. You are young. Perhaps your man will find his current relationship failing, and you will have your chance, or perhaps you will find another man who sparks your inner drive. If the man your drive has selected is truly out of reach, then distancing yourself and allowing yourself to find someone new may be for the best.

That last bit of advice had been a very bitter pill to swallow, and it wasn't exactly feasible. She really didn't want to return to France- to her callous mother and absent father. She didn't want to be separated from her sister, or who new friends. And despite what her brain told her was rationally correct, that she should distance herself from Harry so that she might get over him, her body disagreed, vehemently.

She wasn't an idiot. She knew exactly why she was being occupied nearly every waking moment. She knew exactly what Harry was doing while she was studying with Susan and Hermione or while exploring the grounds with Katie. She could smell it on all of them, the scent of sex, the scent of Harry's sex.

And sometimes, despite their best efforts, she saw them. Usually it was late at night, when they thought she was asleep, and she'd hear them and couldn't resist creeping out to find him with one or girls in the kitchen, or in the sitting room.

So yes, despite everything, all the fun she was having and the wonderful companionship, she still found herself frustrated out of her mind, wanting to plaster her body to Harry's at all times, and masturbating herself to exhaustion most nights.

And as much as she knew she should try to stop, try to fight it, there was a part of her that loved it. Part of her was addicted to impossible chase, the thrill of wanting something she could never have. If seeing for her very eyes just how talented a lover Harry was hadn't been enough, Harry's very untouchability made him all the more attractive to her. Not only did Gabby not know how to stop… she wasn't sure if she wanted to at all.

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"I think the bonding with Demelza made you more powerful." Hermione explained "We've seen something like the previous rituals, though it hasn't been this… sudden."

"Yeah, I definitely noticed that when the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, and when we rescued Demelza" Harry nodded. "So, I'm becoming more powerful because of the rituals. Maybe this is the power he knows not?"

"Maybe." Hermione said uncommittedly "But what its also doing is, well…"

"Making me randy." Harry finished with a smirk "No way could I have kept up with you lot like this in the beginning of the year." While Harry normally had some difficulty following her thought processes, right now it was clear exactly where her mind was going, if her growing blush was any indication.

"Yes." Hermione stammered "It's definitely… ah, affecting your libido, and your capacity for pleasure. Your erogenous zones are more sensitive and orgasms are… much more intense."

"You've been paying close attention to me, haven't you Hermione?" Harry teased "The extra magic's got to be driving you mad, I bet." Indeed it was, and as he looked into her mind, he was surprised at just how mad it was driving her. If he had known how close to her breaking point she was, he might not have teased her.

Or he might have anyway, but he might've been a bit more prepared for her inevitable response.

Oh, I just can't take it anymore!

Hermione's mental voice was immediately proceeded by her launching herself out him, knocking over the chair she'd been sitting in as well as several books. Her lips met his in a warm, sloppy kiss. "I thought I could hold out." She said between kisses "But I just can't focus with your cock-" Another kiss "So bloody hard!" She moaned, low and deep, into his mouth as she ground firmly against his crotch.

Harry himself had been struggling throughout the day with his newfound libido and sensitivity, but after several encounters that morning, he'd found that he could center his self and put these desires to the side to some extent. He'd joined Hermione in the library with little problem, at least not on his end…

He still hadn't gotten completely used to the fact that what he felt directly impacted his bond-mates. Hermione seemed to be particularly susceptible to sexual frustration, perhaps because it had never been something she'd had to deal with before they became involved. This had, on multiple occasions after they'd bonded, led to Hermione demanding relief from him, if only so she could concentrate.

Harry stood and pressed her flat against the table, but Hermione was not so willing to relinquish control. Her legs locked around his waist, and her hands remained tangled in his hair, allowing her to force him down with her as she continued to ravage his mouth and press their pelvises together. Harry eventually lost patience- grabbing her by the wrists and pinning them to the table. Hermione moaned at the show of dominance and strength, her eyes drifting shut as she arched her back, her chest thrusting upwards.

Harry realized too late that she hadn't given up, merely switched tactics. She launched a barrage of lurid fantasies at him- not just relying on her own imagination but pulling things straight from his own mind and memories. He was stupefied as he was bludgeoned with the experiences of losing his virginity to Ginny, his bonding with Demelza, his first time with Fleur, and that legendary threesome with Katie and Demelza in the quidditch locker room all in the span of perhaps 5 seconds. He was came back to himself, he was on his back, with a triumphant Hermione atop him. Nimble hands pulled his shirt over his head, and then slid up his abdomen and chest as her eyes gleamed down at him.

Harry moved to turn the tables, but Hermione read his intentions before he could act- binding his hands behind his back with an incarcerous.

"That trick won't work for much longer." Harry warned her. As soon as he was of age, he'd have no trouble countering the spell.

"All the more reason to take advantage of it now." Hermione returned, smiling impishly. Her perpetually messy hair even more ruffled than usual, with much of it hanging in front of her shoulders. "Now, where was I?" She purred, and then she was kissing him again. She moaned deeply as she devoured his mouth, before kissing up his jawline until he her harsh moans and hot breath against his ear.

Both of them were wearing casual summer shorts, which didn't provide much of a barrier. Harry felt like he might just burst out of them, he was so hard, and Hermione took full advantage, grinding against his prominent bulge, until she lost patience entirely and tugged his shorts and boxers down. Her eyes glimmered as they beheld his swollen manhood, and her hand automatically grabbed it, provoking a gasp from Harry and causing Hermione to bite her lip to repress a moan.

Her eyes never left his cock as she slowly stroked him with one hand. She occasionally shivered or let out a gasp at the feel of her own hand sliding along his engorged, aching prick. Harry felt a flare of frustration that his eyes didn't have nearly so much to feast on as hers.

"You want to see my boobs, Harry?" Hermione breathed teasingly, her eyes slowly rising from his cock, up his torso to meet his own, as if to say yes, I have all this to enjoy. She emphasized this by beaming her appreciation for his body to him. "You're going to have t-uhn!" Harry retaliated to the teasing by launching a mental assault of his own, shoving all of his lust and frustration straight into her mind- how he so wanted to see her strip for him, how he wanted to bend her over and fuck her brains out, drown her pussy or her mouth in his cum.

Hermione shuddered as her eyes went distant, her hand spasmodically clutching his shaft. Harry knew that in a battle of wills, he would come out on top every time. He poured lust straight into her brain until she began to whimper, and Harry knew he had her. "Hermione." She startled and her eyes flickered back into focus "Take off your shirt." His eyes burned into hers, and her breath hitched at the command.

Despite their physical position being the same, the power dynamic had been thrown on its head. Hermione yielded to him, compliantly pulling her shirt over her head. Harry made sure to 'reward' her with a wave of admiration for the skin she revealed, as well as his desire for what was still hidden. "Your bra, and your panties."

Her bra, shorts, and panties came off just as easily, and the genuine surge of arousal from him as his eyes feasted on her breasts echoed through her. "Harry." she whimpered "Oh god!"

Harry didn't let up. "Stroke me." He commanded, before hissing "God yes!" As she obeyed, using her insight into his mind to guide her hands, taking him along the shortest possible path to orgasm. Even her hands felt unreasonably good, each stroke set his sensitive flesh alight, feeding into the orgasm building just below the surface. It was why he hadn't had her use her mouth or pussy- he wasn't sure either of them would have been in their right minds for anything. As pleasurable as that would be, it would have been a bit less fun. He tore from her swaying and jiggling breasts to ask her raggedly "You want me to cum, 'Mione?"

"Ah. Ah. Yes." She panted between breaths.

"Beg me."

"Please." The simple word was accompanied by a renewed torrent for her mind, of just how desperate she was for him to cum. She needed to feel it, feel his cock pulsing, to feel the pleasure and satisfaction of him releasing himself all over her body. "I need it. I need it!"

In one last twist, Hermione was able to drag her down to her level. Suddenly, he couldn't wait, he needed to cum, now. "Fuck!" He cursed, while mentally urging her more, harder! Hermione enthusiastically complied, her hands pumping his shaft vigorously as he thrust his hips upward and clenched his core muscles- the two of them working together desperately to get him to cum "FUCK! YES! YES! YESSSS!" Harry shouted as he erupted, mindlessly ejecting his semen up and outward.

He was so lost in his own pleasure that he wasn't aware of… much of anything really. It wasn't until his orgasm had mostly faded did he open his eyes to see the mess he'd made of Hermione. Her hair, which had perhaps unfortunately been hanging in front of her shoulders had become matted with his cum to an extent that would be impossible to clean without a shower. Her face was absolutely plastered in it, her eyes had been forced shut, but her mouth had opened and her tongue swept out to collect the cum that stringed between her parted lips. Lower, much had collected on her breasts, with some dribbling down her cleavage to her upper abdomen. Her forearms and hands too had been decorated with the last of his orgasm.

Hermione was exulting in this, reveling in the sensation of his magic imbued substance on her skin as well as the intoxicating smell and scent of him. She took her hands and smeared them across her face and down her body, moaning loud and low as she massaged herself with his cum. She dipped two, coated, dripping fingers lower, plunging them into her pussy, her moans cutting off with a strangled noise at the sensation of his magic seeping inside her. Then, with a crook of her fingers, she came. She collapsed beside him then, shaking and moaning helplessly.

He found himself thankful (as he often did) that the girls had gotten into the habit of casting the birth control charm on themselves every morning, with practice (which they had plenty of) it could last the entire day. After what had happened with Fleur… it seemed like the smart thing to do.

Harry intended on waiting her out, but she just… kept coming. Minutes later, she was making those delicious noises, trembling in a way that affected her boobs just so, and Harry found he didn't want to wait any longer. He propped himself up, somewhat awkwardly because his hands were still bound behind his back, stood, and managed to position himself at her entrance. "Hermione." He grunted, giving her a moment to prepare. Her eyes went wide, meeting his as she realized the situation. A silent understanding passed between them, and she pulled her fingers back as his cockhead pressed to her slit.

"OH GOD HARRYYYYY!" Hermione howled as he entered her, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer, while her fingers began to viciously circle her clit. Without his arms, Harry found himself limited in how forcefully and confidently he could thrust. He found his movements overpowered by the gyrations of Hermione's hips as she fucked herself from one orgasmic high to the next. "YES! YES! OH FUCK YES!"

Nevertheless, it didn't take him long to reach his own peak. It was just too much for him- the feel of her inner flesh, so warm and slick, engulfing him again and again until he couldn't help but release himself. Hermione saw it coming, of course, and increased the intensity of her thrusting to push him over the edge. When he came, she shrieked, locking her legs around him and arching her sweat and cum slicked body in uncontained pleasure. "AH! AH! YES! YES! HARRYYYYYYY!"