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It was New Year’s Eve at the Delacours. A family as proud and noble as theirs was naturally throwing a party on this auspicious holiday. Not just other clans of the upper crust but also other French wizards come out to have a good time. And naturally all of their allies in the Order of the Phoenix.

At the Dursley’s and at Hogwarts, Harry Potter always stood out. For wildly different reasons, but no matter what it always attracted trouble in the end. Here staying with the Delacour family in their great mansion, he was getting more than his fair share of glances too. The name of Harry Potter had made waves in the wizarding world for surviving Voldemort, but here in the heart of France’s magic society, they were looking at him for other reasons too. The boy who had saved Gabrielle Delacour, a girl with just as promising a future as he had, was here in the flesh.

In the wake of Voldemort’s revival, it all made him feel rather awkward. That mix of embarrassment of so many people staring at him coupled with a strange vanity at being recognized like he had during his first days at Hogwarts. There was a hope in him that things here wouldn’t turn out to be as messy as at Britain’s wizard academy.

His friends didn’t make that any easier. Ron was looking around at everything with a wide eyed grin on his face and the light twinkling in his eyes while even Hermione being in Phlegm’s star studded crib was looking to hobnob around with the royals. All three of them were dressed for the occasion, Harry and Ron in suits and ties looking fine enough to feel like kings. Hermione was also dressed to impress, her hair pulled back in lovely curled tresses and going around in a sleeveless long golden dress with flowing straps over her shoulders the whole thing shimmering wherever she walked making her feel very vain in the presence of the family she swore she’d never once associate with. They were ready to have a good time.

Indeed, Hermione’s mention is very notable for one reason. There were more than a fair share of cute guys and hunks hanging around, some of them giving her looks that were none too innocent and she was all too happy to smile right back at him, bowing curtsies like a proper noble lady. Ron being Ron naturally he was very jealous, he was bad about it back at Hogwarts and in this cradle of wealth and splendor, he was starting to feel like he next to a bunch of French Malfoy bastards. But he needn’t have worried, not when Hermione was sticking around simply to make sure the boys didn’t get too comfy in the presence of Phlegm and her sister.

Away from the main crowd, Harry stopped. He was just looking to stretch out from all the hubbub with his three besties, but he didn’t realize that he was standing under the mistletoe high under the arch of the ceiling. Not quite Christmas anymore but this family still had their decorations out. He elbowed Ron and pointed up. Weasley just looked up and laughed.

“Harry lad, are you proposing to me?”

“Well, I would like to show everyone here the bonds of our friendship!”

The two boys laughed together. Meanwhile seeing the two boys were safe from Phlegm’s clutches, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. In this place of class and fine standing, she was ready to mingle with the rest of the crowd. But all of a sudden she snapped her head back like she felt a sixth sense. She didn’t know what it was, but something was making her alert. Something in the distance, a faint glow that seemed off in this sparkling manse, one that had seemed close to them wherever they went.

Harry stretched out. “Being around everyone is kinda exhausting, I’ve lost count of all the people who want to talk to me. I’ll catch up to you guys later on.”

Hermione looked at Harry. Sneaking a sly glance at Ron, she walked on over to Harry and said, “Well, I for one am very eager to celebrate the bonds of our friendship.” Harry blinked, he couldn’t believe Hermione was being this bold. Before he could react, she roughly grabbed his face and planted one on his lips.

The only one feeling more awkward than Harry was Ron. He and Hermione had their rough patches, but right now they were coming together as a couple. Here and now, she was taking things up a notch.

Deep down Hermione always had latent feelings for Harry. Here in the heart of France at the House of Phlegm while the two boys were enamored of everything and would be speechless if they ran into a certain other She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, she wasn’t going to let anyone steal her thunder. These two boys wouldn’t be able to forget Hermione Granger.

Not to mention she was putting meaning to French kiss. Her tongue slipped into Harry’s mouth, she hadn’t done this before, and with someone like Harry, there was no better first for her. She was so nervous and excited and looking to get all these feelings for him out of her system.

Harry was just as excited. He had been with his fair share of pretty ladies since coming to Hogwarts, so far from the awkward boy rescued from the Dursley’s attic, but in all the kisses he had, he’d never gone this crazy. Not to mention having this one with his close friend, he could sense her awkwardness mixed in with her energy going on behind it. But just as much as that, he shared much of Hermione’s same desires.

He moved a hand around her waist without even thinking. Hermione had looked ravishing along with the rest of the ladies here and Harry hadn’t given too much thought on it. But right now, he was thinking of her beauty in a whole new light. In his pants, his balls started to swell up.

Too soon for him, she pulled back. The subtle light in her eyes with her naughty grin only made her look that much more gorgeous. So much that he barely even noticed the line of spit between their tongues. She licked her lips snapping the strand apart.

Hermione flitted her eyes to the side. Harry followed the direction and locked eyes with Ron, who had been standing watching the whole thing. That kiss with Hermione had gotten his cheeks all heated but the two of them together with Ron away, now he was feeling so awkward that his cheeks were a dark beet red. He was trying to find the words.

Fortunately Hermione had just the solution. Twirling herself around, she walked back to Weasley. “Come along Ron, we have a party to attend!” she said, hooking her arm with his and moved on forth. After that kiss, his eyes were on Hermione’s butt sashaying in that dress. It was only Ron looking back at him with an irritated face that Harry looked back at him again. Flustered, poor Potter just held his hands up.

Once they were gone, Harry let out an awkward sigh. He’d come here to France to get all of Britain and Hogwarts out of his system and now things were getting weird all over again. Here under the mistletoe, things between these three amigos would always be awkward. Staying here to relax, his whole body was swimming with strange emotions. Outside, the partygoers were counting down the time until the new year.

That was before he heard a distinct “’Arry!”

His heart leapt up in her chest. The only thing he could think about was Fleur, he hadn’t seen the older Delacour sister, but he had been hoping to see her since coming here, his crush on her had been as strong as ever. He looked all around and saw her right in front of him.

Not Fleur. Gabrielle Delacour, the first time he saw her helpless at the Triwizard Tournament looking so helpless under the water, he was motivated by a chivalric sense of duty to rescue her. As soon as he got her out of the water, drenched and shaking, he was astonished that a girl his age could be so beautiful even with how things had been. More than her ethereal silver aura, it was her natural good looks in spite of how harrowing her ordeal had been. So much so that when Fleur with her own mesmerizing power showed up to thank him with her sweet kisses, she might as well have sucker punched the poor boy.

That was when Gabrielle was looking helpless. Here in the heart of the Delacour mansion, she was in a long dress much like Hermione’s, except this one was red, with a black corset pressing around her bustline and accentuating her small breasts, the look of a girl coming into her own sexuality but not yet experienced enough to express it. Her long blonde hair was worn straight behind her back with no makeup at all, she wasn’t ready to walk that woman’s world just yet.

But here alone with her, she was just as enticing to his eyes as ever. She walked on over to him, her beauty radiant in her silver aura with her eyes sparkling with a faint pink eyeshadow. A girl his age and all he could think was she was as seductive and alluring as any of the beautiful women he’d seen.

“Zank you for saving me ‘Arry! I always hoped zo zee you!”

“Oh it’s no problem,” he said listlessly.

He realized he was staring at her. Harry still couldn’t forget the first time he saw her looking so perplexed at the tournament and right now things were so much different, all dolled up she was positively mesmerizing. A true princess here at this party, the only reason he sounded so distracted was because of her beautiful self after recent events. Nothing quite like disinterest.

“Well,” she said, approaching him closer, “how about we celebrate the season?” She flitted her eyes up before looking right back at him. Harry knew exactly what she had in mind, Hermione’s taste was fresh in his mouth and that boyish exuberance was still strong in his pants. He was ready.

Cupping his cheek, she closed her eyes and then his lips met hers. He remembered whenever Fleur kissed his cheeks, it was always enough to make him near faint, but kissing Gabrielle directly on the lips, he felt as if his body was going to melt. A perfect French lady in all her manners, just like Hermione, he felt her lips part to let her tongue out.

Unlike with Hermione, this time he was ready. The last thing he saw was her pink eyeshadow and then he closed his eyes, opening his mouth to poke his tongue out as well. Their faces closed together with their tongues joined, sharing in their mutual passion. Nothing so innocent as a simple mistletoe kiss and he knew it from her aura as soon as he had seen her searching him out in this simple halls.

It felt like he was melting. Whenever Fleur had kissed him, he always felt so feeble with her sheer beauty. Maybe it was her being a few years older than him but it was like she had left him feeling head over heels. With Gabrielle, that same feeling of dopey love was there. But going this far, he felt stronger than ever.

He remembered how quick he had sped things up with Hermione. Their tongues going at it with mutual passion, he rest his hand on her hips. Very slender and with her small breasts pressing up on his chest he could only think she seemed childlike in spite of her height being close enough to his. But in the throes of his lusts, he grabbed her tight little butt under her dress.

She giggled and pulled back. “Oh ‘Arry, you’re such a bad boy!” He kissed her deeper and she was already going back at it.

They were full on making out at this point. Harry shook her butt around in her dress and she was affectionately cupping his cheeks. The heat in his heart and his penis seemed to be unified, it was like he was falling for her like she was the one. That Veela blood was stronger than any spell of the Dark Arts.

Their lips parted, a long and thick line of spit between their tongues. Her face was as cute and perky as ever with just the slightest hint of a real bad girl. He wanted her so much.

She was of the same feeling. Before he could say anything, he watched her get down on her knees. Seeing Gabrielle hastily undo his pants, it only made him harder and then his boner flew right on out almost hitting her right in the face.

The allure was still strong over him. In that awkwardness he thought to apologize, but then she was looking at his dick with that girlish fascination in her eyes. Her fingers slowly stroked him, in spite of her eagerness so far it was clear that she had never done this sort of thing before. She was staring at it like she didn’t know what it was.

And yet it wasn’t long before she was sucking him off. The last girl who blew him was Cho Chang, in spite of things being so rocky she knew how to give him the best blowjob of his life. Gabrielle was far more awkward, awkwardly gorging herself on his manhood as much as possible. Fast and sloppy.

But in spite of that, he was liking it so much too. His relationship with Cho could be so chaotic even on the best days and yet in the bedroom, she was like a sly temptress, slow and seductive and willing to satisfy his every craving. Even before the orgasm, Harry had felt like she had drained his soul.

Gabrielle was nothing as smooth and mechanical as her. And yet in a way her sloppy fellatio was even better than that. Wet and wild and crazy, Harry’s breath hitched before he even knew it. It felt so good, finding himself on the cusp of a climax before he even knew it.

He suddenly grunted when he came, blowing down her throat. It was such a strong nut for him but for Gabrielle, it was her first time sucking dick period. Harry’s cock quaking in her mouth and releasing all his spunk, she didn’t know how to handle it. The first load blowing down her throat was so intense for her that she had to take his pecker out of her mouth. Only to suddenly get all of it sprayed all over her face in several thick loads.

As he settled down, Gabrielle sat there like she was in a trance. Loads and loads of hot cum were dripping down her face, and in her red dress she looked more like a bad girl out for some fun than the daughter of nobility. All that attitude had went up in smoke.

Harry was breathing hard in the wake of that nut. Despite the power of his climax, he was still hard up and raring for more. He about to say something. When he heard the clacking of heels from behind him.

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