Birthday Girl Part 1 (Harry/Victoire/Gabrielle)

This one is going to have six chapters total I think. Like Interrogation or Man of the House. Part 2 will be up tonight in a little over an hour.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Victoire Weasley hissed.

She was trying to keep her voice down but it was a challenge. In her upstairs bedroom at Shell Cottage, the seventh year home for winter break was on her knees on the floor.

Her fingers were plunging into her dripping cunt. She used her nails on her most sensitive areas as she tried to provide her aching body with sufficient relief. Nothing she did was enough. She was SO unbearably horny!

She wasn't sure if it was the cause or a symptom, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the photograph she had sitting on the bed in front of her. Victoire was leaning over her bed to stare at it. The corner had a fancy cursive signature, making the item itself worth at least forty galleons if she'd been selling. Mother would freak if she learned that Victoire had pilfered it. But it wasn't like her family bought it, it was a gift!

You could see a packed Quidditch stadium in the background. A man in a white English national team jersey zoomed over the grass without disturbing any of the blades. He grabbed a small golden snitch away from a dark-skinned man in a green jersey. As soon as the snitch was in his hands, the English player stopped his broom on a dime, right in the middle of the photograph's frame.

"Fuuuck!" Victoire said, forgetting to keep whispering.

The man's sharp jaw, tousled hair, and entrancing green eyes were the only thing she could see. He was older than her, but there was no denying that he was the most attractive male Victoire ever laid eyes on in her life. His smile in the photograph made her pussy spasm. She orgasmed on her fingers, covering them in sticky fluid.

"Victoire?" KNOCK KNOCK. "Did you zay zomething?"

Victoire cursed, trying to stand up but struggling with her panties around her ankles. She fell back onto her sizeable butt, which was thankfully padded by lots of soft fat, as it had been ever since puberty came. Not that Victoire herself was fat in any way. The only parts of her body that diverged from her skinny build were her curvaceous ass and huge D cup breasts.

"I'm fine Mama!" Victoire said.

"Are you sure?" Fleur asked. "Eet zounded like you fell. Zould I come in—"

"NO! I mean, I'm alright!" Victoire said. "Just go to bed!"

Fleur didn't answer. Eventually, Victoire heard her mother's footsteps retreating, and sighed with relief.

She pulled herself up just in time to watch the man catch the snitch again and flash her that heartthrob smile. Victoire couldn't handle it. She crawled onto her bed and started touching herself again, this time holding the photo up in the light.

Every boy at Hogwarts was obsessed with Victoire, and every girl hated her, because they knew that their boyfriend would leave them in an instant if she so much as winked at him. Victoire wasn't bragging. She didn't even particularly like how things were. She was just stating a fact.

She should have been able to get any man. So why, oh why, did she have to fall for HIM?

"Harry Potter," Victoire moaned, squirting on her fingers again as he smiled at her.

The boy who lived. England's youngest ever quidditch captain. An auror for five years, including a two year career as head auror with the highest approval ratings of any official ever. He did curse breaking for fun in his free time. Those photos from her dad, of Harry dressed like an explorer in the amazon, his muscles shining with sweat, were Victoire's absolute favorites.

Harry truly had everything going for him, and miraculously he was still single! There was only one problem.

The man was her adopted uncle.

"This is wrong," Victoire whispered.

If only she could convince her body that.

LINE BREAK

The following evening, Victoire watched with an enormous smile as the door swung open. A woman that looked much like her, and like her mother Fleur as well, walked in. She was in her thirties, which didn't stop her from wearing a tight dress that would've scandalized some twenty year olds. She had sunglasses on and a floppy hat. When they saw her, Fleur frowned.

"Gabby, why are zou still dressing like zat?" Fleur asked.

Gabrielle Delacour flicked her sunglasses up, looking at her sister with startlingly bright blue eyes.

"Like what, Fleur?" she asked. Unlike her sister, who still carried a French accent after all these years, Gabrielle had spent her whole adult life traveling the globe as a model, perfecting her English in the process. "I know what kind of body I have, so I like to show it."

Gabrielle spun around, showing her shapely butt bulging out the back of her dress. Fleur looked like she was tempted to cover her husband's eyes.

"Good to see you," Bill said to Gabrielle. "Can I get that for you?"

Gabrielle handed her suitcase to him, and he quickly took it upstairs. Victoire knew that her father was a little bit intimidated when they all got together. Three part veelas always left him feeling outnumbered and a little bit nervous.

Despite her harsh words Fleur stepped up and hugged her sister. They squeezed each other tightly.

"Eet eez good to zee you again," Fleur said. "Although I was 'oping zat you woul 'ave zettled down with a nice man by now."

"Sorry, sis," Gabrielle said, winking. "I know what I like."

Beyond dressing like a much younger woman, Gabrielle even talked and acted like one. It made Victoire relate to her. Out of her aunts and uncles (and she had a lot more of the latter than the former) Gabrielle was easily her favorite.

"And look at you!" Gabrielle turned to Victoire. "It's the birthday girl!"

"Technically, my birthday was a week ago…" Victoire said.

"Who cares? That won't stop me from celebrating with my niece!" Gabrielle hugged Victoire. There was a lot of tight squeezing, but they couldn't get quite as tight as they used to, their large racks repelling each other. "Given what I'm here for, calling you a birthday girl only seems appropriate."

Victoire shrugged. That was true.

For some reason, in her family, they held large parties for girls after their eighteenth birthdays. It was the same for Fleur and Gabrielle back in the day. The Delacours cared immensely about these parties, including how many guests they could squeeze in, so in the interest of attracting a crowd Victoire's was being held in the next week, ten days after her birthday itself.

"We are going to have so much fun," Gabrielle said.

"I know," Victoire said.

Her head was in other places, though. At Hogwarts her friends were as young as she was, meaning they were inexperienced with the world. At home, only her mother and father were around. But the more days passed, the more Victoire's crush—or obsession—worsened. She was getting so horny these days that she could barely function. She needed help!

She'd rather die than go to her mother. Going to her father was an even worse idea. But her cool aunt, who often gave the impression that she knew everything there was to know about boys and men?

Victoire gulped, following her mom and aunt to the living room, wondering when a chance would arise.

LINE BREAK

"Hey!" Victoire whispered.

It was nighttime. Her parents had already gone to bed, but she knew Gabrielle was still up. Her aunt was a night owl, and Victoire had heard the running water of a shower until very recently.

The door to Gabrielle's guest room was open enough for Victoire to peek and whisper through. Gabrielle jumped slightly, then looked over. She was wrapped in a towel with a second towel around her luscious blond hair. She smiled at Victoire.

"I know that our bond runs deep, but I am here for two weeks," Gabrielle said. "There will be plenty of time to see me without staying up past your bedtime."

"I'm eighteen now," Victoire couldn't stop from saying. At Hogwarts, she'd been up MUCH later than this some nights; she was a young adult! "But that doesn't matter. We need to talk. Without my parents hearing."

Gabrielle looked curious. She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. "Very well. Come in and tell your aunt everything."

Victoire crept over to the bed. She did as Gabrielle said and started talking. As she went, Victoire poured out her whole soul. The only thing she didn't share was WHO this man in question was. She told Gabrielle about his age and the things he did to her heart. She said that she hadn't mentioned this to anyone. As she got worked up, she even mentioned her horny urges, something that she'd surely be mortified about in the morning.

Gabrielle listened in silence until Victoire went silent.

"He makes you feel as if your insides are on fire?" Gabriell asked.

Those weren't the words Victoire used, but once she heard them they were uncannily perfect. "Yes!" she said.

"And when you think of him, your urges overtake you completely, demanding your attention before anything else?" Garbielle asked.

"Yes!" Victoire said again.

"And how does it make you feel when you imagine living the rest of your life without feeling his touch?" Gabrielle asked.

"Awful," Victoire said. "Like I wouldn't be living at all."

Gabrielle looked at her as Victoire grew excited. Those questions had been so exact, she knew her aunt understood what she was feeling! This was perfect! She awaited Gabrielle's wisdom.

"Hmmm," Gabrielle said. "I have no idea what is happening to you."

"Wha—?" Victoire's jaw fell open.

Gabrielle helped her up, ushering her to the door.

"It's probably just something short lived. Perhaps puberty related," Gabrielle said. "Go to bed and I'm sure you'll feel better soon."

"No!"

"Good night!"

Gabrielle pushed her out into the hallway and closed the door. Victoire felt lost. Where did it go wrong?

She winced a second later. Talking about Harry so much, even if she didn't mention him by name, was too much for her. She squeezed her thighs together to keep from leaking and rushed back to her room, jumping inside.

Thirty seconds into looking for photos to use for her solo session, Victoire flinched at footsteps at the door. Someone was here? But her parents were asleep, so did Gabrielle follow her?

Something flat was pushed under her door. The footsteps receded right after. When Victoire was sure that they were gone, she tiptoed over to see what it was. She bent down, reaching out to pick up the object.

It was a wizarding photograph. Victoire used her wand to light the large candle next to her bed, holding the photo up next to it to get a look at it.

She flinched. For a moment, she thought she was looking at her own body completely nude, even though she never took any photograph like that!

But it wasn't her. It was Gabrielle… over a decade younger, when she looked nearly identical to Victoire now.

Gabrielle was on her side, totally nude, like she was posing for a painting. She looked out of frame at someone coming closer. A man entered the shot. He was extremely muscular but not in an unattractive way, and his dick was bigger while soft than some men got when hard. He stood in front of the bed Gabrielle was lounging on, and she pulled herself toward him sensually, grabbing his dick and stroking it until it hardered. She looked up into his eyes, and he brushed aside some of her hair.

The photograph had sound. It was basically one of those video recordings Muggles had, which Victoire didn't even know was possible with enchantments.

"Won't you kiss me now?" Gabrielle asked. "Eets your last chance, zince my mouth eez zoon to be dirty."

She winked at the man. Victoire was completely lost. Had her aunt just given Victoire her own sex tape? Why would she do that? Victoire couldn't understand… until the man took her offer.

He bent down, sharing an impassioned French kiss with her, the outline of their tongues visible on Gabrielle's cheek. Victoire nearly dropped the photograph.

The man was Harry auntiefucking Potter.

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