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🕑 Added 2022-04-29 22:24:37 +0000 UTCIt was only a silly thing that made the difference, something that most people would've totally forgotten about. When it came down to it, unless you were looking for it, you would not have noticed what was happening, and very few people even thought about it at the time, after all... Dumbledore had assured everyone the hostages were perfectly safe and, in fact, as long as they were underwater and in stasis, they were. The merfolk would make absolutely sure they were.
And that was the crux of it.
The Delacour family had allowed their youngest to participate in the Triwizard tournament only because Dumbledore had sworn up and down and even with a magical oath that he'd ensure her safety, for they had good reason to be hesitant, even knowing the mechanics of the task.
Rare though it was, hidden like the secret it was, a Veela Life Debt was a powerful thing, and nobody wanted to saddle the young Gabrielle with such a thing.
So it was a relief that she was safe in the water.
But everyone forgot a very, very important and tiny detail.
Had Fleur rescued her little sister, everything would've been fine. Veela could not owe a life debt to another Veela. Had Gabrielle not been rescued at all, everything would've been fine, she would've been in no danger whatsoever.
Had Gabrielle known how to swim, everything would've been fine.
But she couldn't swim.
Under the water, she was safe. That was why when Harry Potter rescued her from captivity, nothing happened. However, when they surfaced and the spell keeping her in safe stasis broke, it all changed. When she took that first gulp of air and panicked because she found herself in the water... it changed.
Because Gabrielle couldn't swim.
As soon as Harry, Ron and Gabrielle surfaced, Harry found that he could not breathe over the surface, his body, still affected by the disgusting weed he'd swallowed, simply required that he remain underwater until the effect passed... and so he took a quick glance at Ron, passed him the tiny blonde, and dove underwater again. Ron, though not a particularly athletic individual, was a decent enough swimmer that he managed to keep afloat long enough for Gabrielle to calm, and eventually, helped ferry her along across the lake towards where the judges waited, with Harry playing guard and accompanying them, ready to help, should he be needed.
Fortunately, he was not, and eventually, all was resolved, and everyone forgot about it all sometime later, having much more important things to worry about.
That is... for about a decade and some change. For you see, contrary to almost everyone's expectations, and in some cases, hopes, because Gabrielle could not swim, the only time she had been in danger was when the stasis spell broke, genuine danger to her life, through which someone saved her.
"And that means you owe your life to my husband?" Hermione asked, the tips of her fingers meeting as she rested her elbows on her desk, looking severely into the young, inhumanly good looking woman who had approached her with the most bizarre tall tale she had been privy to in a very long time.
Hermione's study, a space she had worked long and hard to supply with as many literary works and gathered knowledge as she could, was witness to a very serious and important conversation, as the future of not one but three people was being discussed, and all of the people on the periphery of all three of them would be affected by the outcome.
"Yes," Gabrielle confirmed, flicking her silvery blonde hair behind her back. She smiled at the wife of the man to whom she owed her life. Silly thing though it was, it was the truth, and that was simply how it went.
"I would imagine you would have some... reservations about this, you don't seem to mind it too much," Hermione said, frowning a little.
"Oh I spent... the past year or so freaking out about it," Gabrielle said. "For the longest time I figured I was asexual," she said, "which is... odd for Veela, but, you know... Not exactly a problem," she stated. "Then all of a sudden I'm dreaming of a man and my body just won't settle and then this gets dropped one me like a Bombarda right to my nose," she said with a giggle, "I think I was crying for like a week straight!"
"That... that is kind of a heavy thing to talk so, uhm, flippantly about," Hermione admitted, scratching her cheek. "Are you okay?"
Gabrielle nodded. "Yes... I admit, learning more about... him," she said, sounding a bit like she wanted to say something else, "made it a bit easier. Brave, strong and loyal, what else could I want in a partner?"
"I can't say I disagree, I did marry the guy you know," Hermione said, frowning, She then turned to the statue that had once been her husband. "Do you plan on coming out of shock anytime soon or do we just continue pretending you don't exist?"
Gabrielle giggled. "Oh I never could!" she said.
"I'm not leaving my wife," Ron said, determinantly. "I am a father, I- I can't even imagine, no, sorry, I just can't," he said.
"I wouldn't ask you to," Gabrielle said. "I only want for you to love me. I have no reservations if you love your wife... I'll be content as your mistress," she said, smiling.
"Yeah but- but-" Ron hung his neck. "Hermione you're the smart one," he said, palming his face and waving his hand. "What can we even do?"
"I can research, see if we can find any way out of this. Are you willing to give us some time?" Hermione asked, looking at Gabrielle.
"I can wait," she said, nodding. "But we've already done... quite a bit of research," she said. "My parents didn't want this any more than you do," she explained.
Hermione hummed. "I'll still try," she said, closing her eyes and nodding firmly. "I have to... I won't disappoint you," she said, turning to Ron and taking his hand.
They all took a few seconds to recover from the situation at hand... and then the conversation fizzled, and the last they spoke, for about a month, was of how they'd meet in a month, to know how to proceed.
Originally, they'd agreed to meet back in Hermione's study, but at the very last minute, as Hermione led Gabrielle through the house... she ducked into another door.
The one that led to the Weasley & Granger couple's master bedroom.
Unknowingly, Gabrielle followed, and entered the room to find a somewhat uncomfortable looking Ron Weasley, seated at the edge of his bed, wearing a bathrobe.
"What's the matter?" Gabrielle asked.
Hermione sighed. "No matter how much I looked, the secrets I unearthed and the knowledge I gleaned... it all pointed to the same. There is no way out of it. Veela life debts are permanent and irrevocable," she explained.
Ron nodded. "I can't forgive it either," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "We also learned that if, if you don't consummate it for too long..."
"I'll go insane," Gabrielle admitted. "I... had hoped that it would not color your decision."
"Too late," Ron said, huffing. "Could never forgive myself if I didn't..."
Hermione nodded. "Neither could I. As much as the idea offends me at a basic and deep level, magic is magic," she explained, "and I cannot yet find a solution to this problem. Perhaps one day I will, but until then, we are at the whims of the world."
Gabrielle drooped a bit, upset. "Do you... do you wish you hadn't saved me?" she asked.
Ron took a few moments to respond. "I think I'd do it all over again if I had to, but I wish we'd known what we know now, sorry to say I might've left you there if I knew how much trouble it'd cause both of us."
"Or perhaps we could've prepared for this and lived our lives in a different way," Hermione said. "Sorry, this is a bit shocking for us, you understand."
"Completely," Gabrielle admitted. "It was a shock to me too, and it's literally my own species," she admitted with a chuckle. "So..."
Ron nodded. "I... don't think I can love you like I love Hermione. But I don't hate you... and..."
"And I want to make this work. I hate the idea of making someone suffer for something they had no hand in," Hermione said. "I hate the idea of sharing my husband with another woman, but I... can accept it, if it's on my own terms, if- the idea of being betrayed frightens me."
"I would never," Ron said, fiercely.
"I'd never get between you!" Gabrielle rapidly added.
"I know," Hermione said. "I... I just need... I need to be here," she said, sighing. "I can't, I won't let this happen behind my back. You..."
Gabrielle nodded. "I have no problems with that... if you wish for me to be your mistress, I..." she took a few moments and a deep breath before proceeding, "I have no objection."
Hermione nodded. "Good. Sorry," she said, shaking a bit. "Ron, dear..."
The redhead nodded. "Right," he said, standing up, undoing the belt at the front of his bath robe and removing it, throwing it aside, showing the body that he had worked hard on, muscles formed by months and years of hard work. He was a field auror, an operative to whom physical fitness was paramount.
Naturally, he looked like it, even approaching his thirties already, and Gabrielle gulped at the sight, her body growing hot. This was the man she had been dreaming of, the man who filled her fantasies, the man whose body got her motor going - the only man who could excite her, she realized.
Ron sat back down, and Hermione went to the bed, to sit beside him. It was an almost charming and picturesque image, if one ignored the fact that Ron was naked, his slightly oversized prick, unhidden as his reddish bush was trimmed down to small fuzz, hanging out for all to see.
Hermione ran her thumb over the back of Ron's hand, and kissed his cheek. "It's okay, I'm here, I'll... support you, no matter what, alright?"
Ron nodded.
Gabrielle gulped, the air felt heavy.
"I understand... we've studied and explored your needs," he said, finally, enunciating clearly and projecting his voice. "We made sure the kids wouldn't be home at all for the weekend, we're going to get our situation squared and straightened," he explained. "Lions to the end," he said to Hermione.
"We'll never back down, that's what being a Gryffindor is all about," she replied with a giggle, kissing him deeply.
Ron turned back to Gabrielle. "Come here and service me," he ordered.
Gabrielle gulped, dropped to all fours and crawled forward, quickly reaching the position she needed to be at, between Ron's spread legs, on her knees, staring up at the flaccid shaft that she had been dreaming of for so long.
The sight of it alone turned her on, made her privates heat up. The smell entered through her nostrils, to her, the manly scent was sweet and delicious, and felt like a soft caress to her nose and brain. She nuzzled the cock, rubbing her cheeks, face and forehead against it lovingly.
Ron let out a small groan.
There was something deeply and terribly perverted that made it even heavier, even more exciting, Gabrielle realized. She had long since resigned herself to the fact that she would never be her man's first, that she would always be second to his wife, but as her eyes caught the stare of said wife...
She thought that perhaps it was not so bad.
Her judgemental gaze, the eyes of someone who was struggling not to see her as some sort of lesser, lower life form... the scornful eyes that didn't discriminate, simply made her feel inferior... it was hot. Contrasted with the surprisingly warm stare from the man of her dreams, who seemed to be sympathetic towards her.
It made sense. It was logical. She was nuzzling his cock, and as she began kissing it, giving it all the love she had promised in her dreams and while she touched herself, getting him to erection and then taking his stiff prick in her mouth, she couldn't help but feel even more aroused at the disapproving gaze of his wife.
Hermione's hand grabbed the back of Gabrielle's head and forced her down.
"My husband's is pretty large, if you wish to pleasure him, you need to take it deeper," she said. "If you are going to be his... our mistress," Hermione said, her voice full of something unknowable, an emotion that even she didn't understand...
Ron groaned as Hermione forced Gabrielle to deepthroat. Despite her virginal inexperience, the fact that it was the very first time in her life that she interacted with a cock, she was a Veela, a creature of sex and seduction, and she was quite adept at handling the large cock she was swallowing.
The redhead's voice came out in rough pants and rogue moans, as he was serviced by the mouth of a girl who had spent two decades of her life not knowing the touch of a man, as pure and pristine as the snow at the peak of a mountain, yet somehow salacious and lewd, a naturally lewd girl that adapted quickly to being used as a cocksleeve.
She choked, glugs and gags the only noises she produced for a few seconds, accompanied later by slurping, sucking, and even the sound of her choking to accompany it.
"Shit, fuck, Hermione..! That's! TOooooOOo muuuuch!"
Ron's voice was strangled, as he faced the incredibly intense pleasure given to him by an unique, unusual blowjob, a throatfuck, something he'd never shared with his wife. Hermione, when she deigned to do what she almost exclusively called fellatio, was a very prim, proper and clean girl.
The contrast of that with the sloppy, forceful throatfuck that Gabrielle was being made to give him, it was incredible, and Ron couldn't even imagine her ever doing that before!
"I'm, shit, cumming! I'm gonna blow!" Ron warned.
Hermione grinned nastily and shoved Gabrielle down as hard as she could, the young woman easily taking the entire cock down to its root, burying her nose in Ron's red pubes, the choking spasm of her throat pushing Ron over the edge, causing him to shoot out his prodigious loads, the carriers of the vaunted Weasley fertility, right past her throat and directly into her stomach.
Ron's loads were thick, sticky, virile and extremely plentiful, among the highly fertile Weasleys he was a special one. He might not have any of the outwardly obvious traits of his brothers, he might not have Will's knack for cursebreaking, Charlie's knack for animal handling, Percy's memory capacity, the twins' inventiveness or even Ginny's quick wand hand and spellcasting tongue, but he had this, and he was quite happy with it, as was his wife.
And judging by the red tint of her face, and the melting look of happiness she bore, Gabrielle was quite happy with it as well, as he poured more and more of his thick dick milk down her throat, right up until his orgasm had subsided.
He pulled his dick out of her mouth, and she burped and giggled.
However, Ron remained as hard as a rock, and as tall as ever, as his cock, now slick and shiny with spit, towered above the slim young woman before it.
Gabrielle gulped, going crosseyed at the sight.
Hermione smirked down at her. "You know, I think I'm warming up to the idea. Ron always leaves me feeling sore and weak legged... perhaps you might just be a boon to our marriage yet," she said. "Isn't it wonderful, Ron? You have a slag to satisfy your baser urges with," she added, kissing his cheek.
Ron panted. "Fuck, that was intense... but we won't know if she can handle me," he said, frowning. "You know I'm a handful."
"Don't I," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "I think we can make this work, Ron..." she said, licking her lips. "It's just as I suspected... as long as it's like this... as long as she is ours..."
Ron nodded, then he turned back to Gabrielle. "That's how it's going to be. I love my wife," he said, "you're never going to replace her. You're never going to be your wife. But... we can make room for you," he said. "We can try our best... everything else, we'll deal with that as it comes," he said. "You in?"
Gabrielle stood up and nodded, hands going to the front of her robes.
Hermione flicked her wrist, and they were vanished off of her, reappearing a few feet behind her and collapsing into a heap. The messy haired brunette whistled at the sight of the blonde's naked body. Slim, svelte, but all woman. Not a hair out of place, not a blemish to be seen, not even a beauty mark. A perfect, pure maiden, encased in fetching white lace lingerie.
"You came ready, didn't you?" Hermione asked.
"Ah... no, my deepest apologies, had I known," she said, gesturing to her body, to the white lace bra that had ribbons and flowers as decoration, to the white garter belt that held her semi-opaque stockings in place, or even the high riding set of panties that left little to the imagination, "I would have worn erotic, enticing underwear..."
"You mean this isn't even your sexy stuff?" Ron asked, "Hermione..."
The brunette snorted, then laughed. "Oh, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Now come here, show my man that cute little ass that he's going to be claiming as his..."
Gabrielle turned around, presenting her panty clad ass for inspection. It was only the start of the night, but as she felt a pair of big, rough hands land on her ass... she felt that it was all going to be alright, for the first time in more than a year, she felt like things were starting to look up, and she dared let hope blossom in her breast.
Well, hope, and the feelings that were starting to concentrate in her core, almost like they were coiling together into a tightly bound spring, ready to explode, as she felt the man she was indebted to grasp her ass cheeks, while his thumbs played with her cameltoe.
"This is incredibly soft and nice... Hermione, you've got to try it, here, run your hands across it..."
And then his wife began playing with her as well. "That's right... she is our mistress, not just yours, right?"
Indeed... because Gabrielle had long since become accustomed to the fact that she was indebted to a man who was Unavailable.
But perhaps it was not all so cut and dry...
Well, if nothing else, she could say that she was absolutely not dry, her panties were pulled down, revealing her gushing little kitty, and from there, she knew it was over. There was no walking back. She would no longer be able to go on without this closeness, without this affection, without this heat.
And come to think of it...
As his finger spread her lower lips she gasped and then moaned out loud, and wondered... why would she ever want to live any other way?
No matter how awkward it was to explain the new status quo to her... stepchildren?
Whatever happened, she now felt like she could face up to it. A second finger joined the first, and her feelings exploded, her cunny gushing her juices all over the man to whom she had given herself, as she orgasmed all over him.
Ron seemed surprised at first, but then laughed.
Hermione joined him, and the two played with her pussy and ass for several minutes, before it finally came down to the moment of truth.
Ron guided her until her hips hovered over his, until the slightly purplish red head of his penis, the glans, the tip, that which she had kissed and sucked so fondly not even an hour ago... split her nether lips, and entered her, and claimed her fully and completely, and as she had her most intense and powerful shrieking orgasm, she understood true bliss and happiness, and decided that this would be her life from then on.
