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Queens ch.1
🕑 Added 2023-05-20 21:23:08 +0000 UTCThe mattress next to him shifted. Was he dreaming? Harry Potter lay motionless under the covers, shaking off the world of dreams as his con
The mattress next to him shifted. Was he dreaming? Harry Potter lay motionless under the covers, shaking off the world of dreams as his consciousness climbed the ladder to reality. His morning hair twisted at odd angles, tangled in the sheets that covered his naked body.
His first night spent in Ron’s older brother's apartment had stirred vivid dreams, featuring Bill’s girlfriend, Fleur. Harry had been infatuated with her for as long as he could remember, and spending the evening in her presence had practically brought him to tears like an idiot. Being with her could potentially raise his blood pressure to the point of needing medication.
With closed eyes, he remained still, allowing the dream to fade into the background. The bed didn't move, and the room remained quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.
He must have been dreaming about the shifting mattress. Harry reached under the covers and adjusted his aching erection. Some alone time was precisely what he needed to calm down. He wrapped his fist around his swollen member and began to stroke slowly, as the sheet beside him shifted and moved away.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through his veins, dispersing the remnants of sleep like dust in a storm. He released his erection and blinked his eyes open, then turned his head to see who or what had entered his bed in the middle of the night. A mop of long, dark hair cascaded over the snowy white pillowcase, and the blanket clung tightly to something that, he assumed, was a woman's body. Unfortunately, this woman wasn't Fleur. Fleur had blond hair and was probably sleeping in her own room with Bill.
So, who the hell was this? Harry's pulse quickened, and his nudity made him feel vulnerable. He pulled the blanket and sheet tightly around his stomach, causing them to slide down his companion's body. "Hey," a feminine voice said, irritated, drowsy, and heavy with sleep. "Don't be a hog with the covers."
It was a voice he recognized but couldn't immediately place. He propped himself up on his elbows and glanced at her profile, and his stomach dropped.
The woman was Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur's younger sister, three years older than him and hot enough to melt steel. He hadn't seen her in at least a year, but that didn't mean he hadn't etched her image into his long-term memory banks. Gabrielle had long, light hair, a pert nose, thick natural lashes, and luscious lips. Her body was as beautiful as her face, with firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight, juicy ass.
Harry swallowed the lump forming in his throat, and his heart pounded so hard that it throbbed in his temples. "Gabrielle?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The figure turned around and looked at him with sleepy eyes, letting out a long, lazy yawn. "Good morning, Harry," she said as if waking up beside him was nothing out of the ordinary.
"What are you doing in my bed?" Harry asked, sitting up.
Gabrielle turned to face him and folded her arms under her head. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you up? I tried to be quiet."
"This is my bedroom," Harry said, his voice betraying his embarrassment.
She brushed her hair away from her face and blinked her blue eyes. "It used to be my bedroom and my bed. I picked it out myself."
Harry wasn't sure how far he should push the conversation. After all, having a babe like Gabrielle Delacour in his bed surpassed his wildest fantasies. She was just as beautiful as Fleur, and he didn't want to scare her away. "Is this going to be a regular occurrence? If so, next time I'll make sure to wear something to bed."
Gabrielle propped herself up on her elbow and glanced down at his erection. Her lips curved into a smile. "Wow. Is that...?"
His erection strained against the thin white sheet that covered it, standing straight, tall, and thick like a child's forearm.
His face flushed, and he pulled the heavy blanket over his erection. "It happens in the morning," he said shyly.
"You must make some lucky girl very happy," she said, getting up. Her shimmering silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. The bedspread slipped down, revealing Gabrielle dressed in one of his gray shirts with a plunging neckline. Her braless breasts bounced, and the outline of her nipple tugged at the thin cotton fabric.
That image wouldn't be softening his erection anytime soon. Instead, his manhood throbbed and stiffened, pressing against the sheet, as if begging for attention. The little puppet controlling his sexual impulses smacked him on the back of the head, practically begging him to make a move on the blond beauty. But the shy virgin inside him prevailed, warning him of the repercussions. Besides, Fleur and Bill would kick him out of their apartment if he made a misguided move on Fleur's younger sister. And to make matters worse, he wasn't exactly a Casanova.
She was painfully beautiful and way out of his league, making his head spin. "I'm single," he said, licking his dry lips.
Gabrielle sighed. "Well, then we're officially both single," she said, her voice filled with sadness. "That's why I'm here. I had a big fight with my boyfriend last night." Her hair fell forward, partially obscuring half of her perfect face. "And this bed is so soft and much better than the couch. I didn't think you'd mind. I'm sorry?"
"No," said Harry. "I don't mind. Like you said, it was originally your room. Are you moving back in? If so..."
"No," Gabrielle shook her head, cutting him off. "One of my friends has a spare bed. I'll crash there until something more permanent comes up."
Harry wanted to ask what happened, but thought better of it. Bill and Fleur mentioned that Gabrielle's boyfriend was a professional Quidditch player. If the media portrayal was accurate, he was a bit of a bad boy, which suited Gabrielle's type. Harry smiled and ran a hand through his black hair, searching for something to say. "The shirt looks good on you."
Gabrielle glanced down, and her cheeks blushed slightly. "I didn't think you'd mind. I'm a bit mismatched myself." She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "Maybe you'll have to give me an advantage this morning."
Harry chuckled dryly. "I completely understand. I love sleeping naked too, but I thought that might be a bridge too far." He laughed again, this time louder.
His erection twitched at the thought of wildly fucking a naked Gabrielle Delacour, while the headboard slammed against the wall. He forced himself into a dry chuckle through cotton-covered lips.
Gabrielle tossed aside the covers, revealing legs so smooth, slender, and perfect that it made his head spin. Her fair skin looked sweet enough to lick, and once again, he imagined himself climbing between her supple thighs and going wild. "Do you eat bagels?" she asked him.
It took a full second for her question to register in his mind. "Uhm... yes. I like bagels."
"We'll meet in the kitchen. I'm making you breakfast." She swung her legs over the bed, and as she stood up, the edge of the shirt caught on her tight ass. White cotton panties rode up on her cheek before the shirt fell, like a curtain closing on an award-winning performance.
His cock raged, tugging at the sheet, and he had to calm himself with a deep, soothing breath.
Gabrielle smiled at him over her shoulder. The shirt hung halfway down her thighs. She glanced at his erection and back. "Take your time. I know how boys handle these things."
He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she tiptoed past the bed and slipped out of the bedroom door.
When Harry arrived in the small but modern kitchen, feeling like he had apparated into a Muggle house for the first time, Gabrielle hovered over the toaster while Fleur and Bill sat at the small bistro-style kitchen table.
Bill was busy going through correspondence while his robe hung on the back of a chair. Frowning and shaking his head as he looked at the documents, he worked crazy hours. His white shirt, adorned with shimmering stars, looked crisp and cool, and the navy tie and suit pants completed the ensemble. Living with Fleur had changed him significantly. The fact that he somehow shared the same parents as Ron never ceased to amaze Harry. At twenty-eight years old, Bill, like Fleur, was seven years older than him. They weren't close, and sometimes Harry wasn't sure if it had more to do with the age difference or their distinct personality contrasts. Bill wasn't the most open person in the world and carefully guarded his emotions.
"Good morning, Harry," Fleur said, smiling radiantly at him.
His stomach fluttered, and he lowered his head, gazing at the breathtaking blond goddess. "Good morning," he said, eliciting a wide smile from Fleur, while Bill barely noticed him.
Fleur wore black spandex pants and a fitted sports bra under a loose gray tank top. Her golden hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her light blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window.
"I take it you had a guest last night," Fleur said, taking a bite of berries.
"I already apologized," Gabrielle said. "For God's sake, I'm making him breakfast."
"I'm sorry, Harry," Fleur said, apologizing for her younger sister.
"No need," he said. "Are you heading to the gym?"
"Yes, there's a gym in the building," Fleur said. "There's a small pool, a workout area, and even a jacuzzi and sauna. You should check it out."
"Harry trains outdoors," Bill said, finally raising his gaze from his phone. "When's your next race?"
After training sessions prepared by Oliver Wood, Harry participated in triathlons of varying distances and enjoyed running and cycling outdoors. "Not for another month," he said, then turned to Fleur. "That pool sounds great. What are the hours?"
"Twenty-four seven," Fleur said. "You just need a key, and I already have an extra one. It's at the counter next to Gabrielle."
"Thanks." He smiled and glanced at the neckline of her sports bra. Her breasts were on another level compared to mere mortals surrounding her. Through countless masturbatory fantasies, he had impregnated Fleur's body in endless ways, stopping millions of sperm.
"I have to go," Bill said, looking at the clock. He retrieved his coat from the back of the chair and kissed Fleur.
"How long have you been working?" Fleur asked. Bill shrugged. "I have no idea," he said. "Until I finish." Fleur rolled her eyes. "I thought I'd make dinner tonight." Ron's brother smiled. "Since when do you cook?" "Since your youngest brother's best friend moved in," Fleur said. "I thought it would be nice." "Harry will be swamped with homework," Bill said, putting on his coat. "He needs to maintain high grades to get into the Parisian Healer Academy for his internship. No time for dinner." "I'll never turn down a home-cooked meal," Harry said. Bill rolled his eyes. "So you two go ahead. Someone has to work." With those words, Bill left the kitchen, and a moment later, the front door closed.
"I don't know why Fleur stays with Ron's brother," Gabrielle said.
"I would never put up with half the crap Fleur does," Harry said. Gabrielle scoffed. "Easy for you to say. You're practically family to Harry," Fleur said.
Harry shrugged. "Gabrielle's right."
"He's not as sweet and nice as Harry," Fleur said. Her eyes flickered to Harry before looking at her younger sister. "Unlike the jerks Gabrielle dates. She only goes for the bad boys."
"Not true," Gabrielle said, spreading cream cheese on their bagels.
Harry slipped behind Gabrielle and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot.
"That's true," Fleur said. "Gabrielle never picks nice guys. Robbie was a jerk. And there was that singer she dated before him. What was his name? Thomas?"
"You remember his name, Fleur. God, why do you have to be like that?" Gabrielle snapped, angrily spreading cream cheese on her bagel.
"Don't start with your Beauxbatons boys," Fleur said. "It was like you joined the Jerk of the Month Club."
"Not everyone can be that bad," Harry Potter said.
"Oh, yes, they can," Fleur said. "I could go on, but deep down, Gabrielle knows I'm right."
"I'd like to date a nice guy," Gabrielle said. "But they're all taken."
"Harry is a nice guy, and he's single," Fleur said. Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "Harry is like a younger brother to me. That's why I felt safe getting into bed with him. I wouldn't do that with just anyone."
Ouch. That was a blow. The only thing worse than the friend zone was the little brother zone. And Harry thought they had a moment to go back to the bedroom. Harry's gaze fell on Gabrielle's braless breasts bouncing inside her shirt as she finished preparing the bagels. Harry doubted most brothers desired their sisters as much as Harry desired Gabrielle and Fleur.
"That's nonsense," Fleur said. "Harry is charming, super smart, and available. What's not to like?"
"He's three years younger than me." Gabrielle blushed. "Can you stop? He's standing right here." She glanced over her shoulder. "Sorry, my sister can be such a bitch."
Harry shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "What happened with your boyfriend?" Harry asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his inability to win over Gabrielle or practically any other woman.
