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Queens ch.5
🕑 Added 2023-05-30 14:37:24 +0000 UTC"What?" Bill chuckled with joy and clapped his hands. "Damn, well done." Gabrielle's expression faltered, and Fleur stared intently into the
"What?" Bill chuckled with joy and clapped his hands. "Damn, well done."
Gabrielle's expression faltered, and Fleur stared intently into the bottom of her glass.
"Please, tell me he didn't sleep with her," Gabrielle said.
"Why wouldn't he?" Fleur asked. "He's single, handsome, and available."
"Harry is too good for that shit," Gabrielle said.
"Forget about it," Bill said. "What happened?"
The three of them stared at Harry, waiting for him to spill the tea. This was what his grandfather had warned him about—honesty, even when it hurts. On the other hand, what Harry and Tracey shared was between them, and he didn't want to ruin it by spreading it around.
"You can fill in the blanks," Harry said. "I'm not going. He took a sip of wine, and Gabrielle looked annoyed.
"Did you fuck her?" Gabrielle asked, glaring at him. He held her gaze, undeterred by her anger. Strangely, her jealousy made him feel better. Maybe he wasn't as deep in the friend zone as he thought. "If we were together in the sauna, would you want me to tell everyone what we did?"
"Good answer," Fleur said.
"My man," Bill said, shaking his head and smiling. Gabrielle stared at him, pouting. "If I fucked you in the sauna, you wouldn't be able to walk for a week." Fleur burst into laughter, followed by Bill and Harry.
Gabrielle held his gaze, her eyes burning with an intensity he hadn't seen before. She swirled the wine in her glass before downing it in one gulp.
Fleur yawned. "Well, I'm going to bed. Have fun, you two."
Bill stood up and picked up the empty wine bottle. "Good job, Harry." He affectionately squeezed Harry's shoulder and stumbled toward the kitchen, then followed Fleur to the bedroom.
Before Harry could discuss the sleeping arrangements, Gabrielle stood up and pulled him off the couch. "She may have the sauna, but I can cuddle with you in bed." Gabrielle slurred her words. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch," Harry said.
"No," Gabrielle said. "I slept well last night." She pulled him along until they reached the bedroom.
Harry turned on the light in the bedroom, and Gabrielle turned to face him. "I need to pee. Give me your shirt." She swayed from side to side, and her eyes softened. "Please."
He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer. "I have another gray one like the one you wore last night." "No." She shook her head. "I want the one you're wearing.
Harry Potter turned to her and furrowed his brows. "Why?"
"You smell nice," she said, averting her gaze.
He took off his shirt and threw it to her. "I won't be sleeping naked tonight."
"Me neither." Her eyes roamed over his muscular chest and taut stomach. "Am I prettier than her?"
"Truth is," he said. "You're not prettier. You're different. Both of you are exceptionally beautiful women."
Gabrielle smiled, and it seemed like she liked his answer before turning and heading to the bathroom.
Harry answered honestly. Tracey and Gabrielle were both stunningly beautiful. Both women were far out of his league, but maybe not as far as this morning.
He changed into a pair of loose boxers when Gabrielle reappeared, and he went to the bathroom. When he returned, the overhead lights were off, and Gabrielle lay under the covers with only the dim light of a table lamp providing illumination in the room.
He crawled in beside her, feeling less restless than earlier. Maybe it was the handmade craftsmanship or the confidence Tracey had given him, but so far, his grandfather had been right every step of the way.
"How's the shirt?" he asked.
"Comfortable," Gabrielle said. "I could take over your whole wardrobe." She reached for the lamp and turned it off.
They lay together in the still darkness, and the only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioner. "Harry?" Gabrielle said.
"Yes?"
"What did Tracey mean when she said we'll see each other tomorrow?"
"We'll meet at the gym," he said. "Tomorrow afternoon. Why?"
"I'm just curious," she said.
She shifted in the sheets, moving closer to him, and her feet touched his legs. "Sorry," she said.
"It's okay," he said. "Are your feet cold?"
"A little," she said and slid them under his leg. Silence fell between them, and he mustered the courage to ask her a question that could change everything. A question he wouldn't have thought of just a day ago. Following his inner grandfather, he threw caution to the wind. No pain, no gain. "Hey, Gab, are you awake?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation.
"There's a game at Wrigley tomorrow. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me." His heart pounded so hard it thudded in his throat. Did he just ask Gabrielle Delacour out?
"I'd love to," she said without hesitation. "Just you and me?"
"Yes," he said. "Is that okay?"
"Absolutely," she said, snuggling closer.
"Great. I'll let you know the time tomorrow," he said.
Another silence enveloped them, and he was on the verge of sleep when Gabrielle called out.
"Harry, did you sleep with her?"
"No," he answered honestly.
Gabrielle sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, her back pressing against his swollen cock, and her warm back molded against his chest.
She smelled like sweet summer flowers, and he breathed in her scent. His cock twitched, but Gabrielle didn't move. Sixty seconds later, she fell fast asleep.
***
"That's it, Tracey," Harry said. "You've got it. Just a little more."
Tracey grunted, locked her knees, and straightened up, completing her tenth squat. With trembling arms, she stepped forward as Harry followed behind, assisting her in securing the bar on the squat rack.
Today, Tracey sported a sleek black sports bra and tight black shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and unlike yesterday, they were not alone in the fitness center.
A woman jogged on the treadmill, while an older man sat on the stationary bike, reading a newspaper. Before Harry finished swimming and joined Tracey at the fitness center, two more swimmers arrived at the pool.
Tracey caught her breath, standing by the pull-up bar, as Harry completed his set of weights.
She stepped away from the bar and tightened her gloves, turning to him. "Did you have a good time on our date last night?"
He furrowed his brows. "It wasn't a date."
Tracey rolled her eyes. "The girl who loves you. Gabrielle, right?"
He chuckled and shook his head. "You're funny. Gabrielle doesn't love me in that way. And you? That guy looked like he stepped out of a Daily Prophet ad."
"It was a first and last date," Tracey said. "He was boring."
"Boring? He didn't seem boring to me. Narcissistic? Yes. Boring? Not at all." He added two twenty-five-pound weights on his side of the barbell while Tracey did the same on the opposite side.
"You should go out with him," Tracey said.
He raised an eyebrow, focusing on securing the weights. "What happened to us getting to know each other?" He glanced at the squat rack to gauge her reaction.
Tracey smiled knowingly. "Aren't we doing just that?"
It stung. Old him would retreat to his pitiful cave of self-loathing, convinced that she didn't really like him. New him would confront the misunderstanding. "I want to take you on a date."
Tracey's smile brightened, reaching her eyes. "Oui. Of course. I'd love to."
Was it some cultural difference? More likely, Harry Potter's complete lack of experience in dating caused him to miss a few crucial social cues. "So why are you asking me about dating other women?"
"Gabrielle and her sister are beautiful," Tracey said, approaching him from the bar. "Do you agree?"
"Oui," he said.
Tracey wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Their lips met, and she opened her mouth, their tongues dancing together.
His cock twitched in his shorts, and his stomach somersaulted. Her lips tasted cool, minty, and intoxicatingly fresh. Her tongue glided along his lips like a dream. He leaned forward, slipping his hands around her narrow waist, gripping her perfect cheeks in his hands.
Tracey broke the kiss and pulled back, removing his hands from her behind. "Consider it a teaser." Dizziness swirled in his head, and he looked at her in bewilderment. "A teaser?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" Tracey asked.
He furrowed his brows. "Do you remember who you're dealing with? I'm the new guy." He waved his hand as if meeting her for the first time. "I prefer a straightforward answer."
Tracey smiled and trailed her index finger across his chest. "You're handsome, just like the sisters. Maybe we could share you? Have you heard of polyamory?" Blood drained from his face, and he swallowed the cotton in his mouth. "Like in a threesome?"
"Yea—" Tracey said, shrugging her shoulders. "Or a marriage."
He couldn't believe his own ears. "You would do that?" She raised an eyebrow. "You would?"
He nodded. "A thousand times, yes."
Tracey laughed and backed away behind the bar, letting her eyes linger on his. "You've risen, darling."
As he walked past her, Tracey playfully swatted his ass. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Harry Potter."
"I don't think Gabrielle is that kind of girl," he said, tossing the bar over his shoulder.
"She is," Tracey said. "I can tell, just like her sister." He looked over his shoulder. "How do you know that?" Tracey shrugged. "I just do. But that doesn't mean they know. Maybe you could introduce them to us?"
"So, will you go out with me?" he asked.
"No," she shook her head. "I'll go out with you right now because I really like you." She smiled sweetly. "Oh?" He smiled back. "That's great."
"But I won't let you fuck me until you convince one of those beautiful women to join us."
"You're joking?"
She shook her head. "Consider it a challenge, okay?"
"Oui," he said and hoisted the weights onto his shoulders.
Harry and Gabrielle used Apparition to get to the stadium and went to the game. The summer evening was windy and warm, and the atmosphere outside the park was festive. Vendors sold shirts and banners, scalpers waved tickets, and buyers and sellers shouted at each other. Quidditch fans filled the bars across magical France, with music filling the streets.
Harry Potter and Gabrielle chatted easily, discussing everything from Gabrielle's work to Bill and Fleur's relationship issues. But as they entered the ticket gate, the crowd thickened, and Harry slipped his hand into Gabrielle's. Their fingers intertwined, and the rush of adrenaline sent him soaring. It was really happening. He was on a date with Gabrielle Delacour. Gabrielle drew closer, pressing against him as he shielded her from the oncoming crowd.
His stomach floated somewhere between the moon and the rainbow. He was on a date with a certified goddess, and he felt invincible.
Gabrielle wore a white, form-fitting long-sleeve shirt with a plunging neckline, revealing a tantalizing cleavage. Beneath the shirt and above a pair of tight black jeans, her stomach was flatly displayed. She wore a Modliszek baseball cap with a curved brim, pulled low to shade her eyes, and her shiny blonde hair cascaded freely to her shoulders, ending halfway down her back. She looked stunning, and if he was dreaming, he sincerely didn't want it to end. As they walked through the crowd, Gabrielle garnered all the attention. Some stopped and stared as if she could be a famous model or celebrity. Her beauty and presence were like the dividing line between women like her and the other ninety-nine percent of the population.
Her skin in his hand was warm and supple, and as she squeezed his hand, he reciprocated the grip. Gabrielle slipped her free hand into the back pocket of his jeans, marking him as hers.
It was the ultimate ego boost, and for a guy who desperately needed such a lift, he felt like he was floating on a cloud.
They stopped at a concession stand, and he bought them cream soda and popcorn before heading to their seats, holding hands tightly.
Might as well be watching the game from Grandpa's skybox across the street, but nothing compared to sitting in the stadium on a breezy summer night. Low hums of conversation filled the park as ten thousand people found their seats.
Their seats were in the second row of the towering stands behind the goalposts. He purchased them hoping the boy Gabrielle would notice him with his ex-girlfriend. The plan could very well backfire, but what did he have to lose? Gabrielle wasn't a girl to be held onto. If she intended to return to her ex, it was better to do it sooner rather than later.
