Title: Je peux très bien me passer de toi (I can very well do without you)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Neville / Gabrielle
Rating: nc-17
Words: 3400 ~
Warning: slight age difference (17/22), without betear, hetero, sexually explicit, first time.
Summary: Gabrielle was the kind of girl who would never be on their list of acceptable women.
LoA: License For me, when Gabrielle goes to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, has eight years as Rowling said, but ten. At the end of the fic, Gabrielle Neville is 17 and 22. The title is taken from the song of the same name of the group Black Hand, and the translation is half me, half google xD. Thanks to
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cosasdemayores . I sincerely hope you like it, for too many years did not write straight porn, so I hope that is not so bad \u0026lt;3 And the girls who read me the slash, give it a chance! PD: Really ... in a few hours when you are really aware of what I've done with this fic, I'll give you a lap, reread and I'll edit, I'm sure a few words repeated a thousand times. I blame lack of sleep, already 7:15 in the morning.
The first time I saw her, near her sister down the Beauxbatons carriage, thought it was a beautiful girl ... but she finally said and done. His sister was bright, and therefore attractive in the eyes of the world, but not yours. Never imagine a woman like her, probably stutter, and I'd hate to attract the attention of other people, you wonder how he conquered it. He was happy with someone more innocent and low profile. Nice, but not display it as the largest of the Delacour. Looking at the smaller blonde, she knew she would like her sister, dismissing imagination of a list of women that might interest you, hating somewhere in your mind for thinking this way ; of a lucky girl who was ten.
Trying not to think about it, tried to dismiss their thoughts, even if for one second he felt a flash of jealousy when she kissed Harry in thanks for saving her, or when he saw her leave after the abrupt end of a small tournament Hufflepuff. There .
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The second time he saw her was during the hasty marriage of Bill and Fleur as the war began. The bride looked radiant in her white dress, clutching the arm of Bill and taking turns on the delicate dance floor, but the younger sister ... younger sister looked beautiful .
Letting out a sigh from the table of refreshments, the observed across the room, trying to speak good English with Ginny, blushing every time the redhead would correct. Her delicate moss green dress with small shiny skirt and the neckline on her back, made her look older, though now I knew I was thirteen. He hated that it did feel like a pervert - he was seventeen! Gabrielle insurance even had some guy - of age - who was waiting in France.
Looking down and choosing a new glass of punch, strike out again several times in his long list imaginary, again confirming that the girl across the room never be your type. Drinking and drinking
never noticed the twins who came to Ginny and Gabrielle, and was not fixed when both couples were dancing, getting closer and use whatever your side of the room. It was not until one of the twins gave a slight push, and a delicate hand grabbed his elbow, he realized how close he was to the woman-that-doesn't-le-interest.
-Ehh, I'm sorry "he whispered, knowing it was his fault, but could not help it.
"Non, ma faute ces't *" replied the girl, blushing profusely, before stuttering in English. Sorry.
Accepting the apology, bowed his head trying to retire, knowing that also began to blush to be with her.
"Wait," interrupted his stealthy Neville recall the twin in question, taking his arm and placing it on Gabrielle's waist, a step back. Can you keep dancing you? I'm already tired and well ... you know, "added the air, walking out of the store, leaving him alone with the girl-that-doesn't-le-interest.
"I ..." feeling down, looked at his hand holding the slim waist of Gabrielle, seeing particularly large in comparison to her body. Feeling his stomach twisted nerves, knowing that she was so Pequena he could not dance very well. If you do not want to dance no problem, "he whispered, stepping back a step to be followed at once by it.
"Yes, yes quiego murmured, letting a small smile, and making your stomach do a somersault painful to feel the delicate hand perched on his shoulder, thin fingers inches rubbing his neck. If he touched it, probably would feel the furious beating of his heart. Closing his eyes for a moment, tried to concentrate on not stepping on and survive the dance.
Not long after, was the invasion of the Death Eaters, separating from her and the rest of the group.
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During the time that followed, virtually no reminded ... not everything that happened at Hogwarts, Ginny Weasley kissing not like there's no tomorrow after a meeting of the DA, or with the relationship it had with Hannah, drawn with small smiles and blonde hair.
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was not until a couple of years after ( four, has told the ), when the master was taking with Professor Sprout, it shall envíoa visit the herbology teacher at Beauxbatons.
"Good afternoon, greeted by entering the large greenhouse. Was practically empty, only two people visible in the background of the place. Turning, he assumed it was the professor pointed out that advance, noting that the other person was a girl in the uniform of the Academy with a thin white coat covering.
"Bonjour, you must be the apprentice of Pomona, right? I am Phillipe-French tone in the teacher's voice was almost imperceptible. Reaching out, greeted him:
"Hi, Neville, gladly, and yes, send me Professor Sprout, turning to greet the girl next to him, suppressed gesture of astonishment.
"Gabrielle whispered nodding. not think of how it looked ... I do not think in his hands with dirt, or in the apron that fit tightly around her waist and her breasts.
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"Good," said Neville, with a slight tilt.
known I see perfect, between them may help. The small Gabrielle herbology considered as a possible job, maybe you can show him some of what interests you, while I teach the new grafts I've done and I developed the necessary spells - Phillipe said smiling, handing an apron and starting immediately to work.
"Hey, do not use gloves? He asked, watching Gabrielle's hands were buried almost obscenely on earth, shaping it in different ways to fit the roots of the cochlear him.
"Do not use unless it is handling a poisonous plant or aggressive," explained the teacher, showing his bare hands, in this way generate a closer relationship with our magic plants and is steeped in them.
Merlin, he cursed to himself, watching the blonde to work. Do not think she could take two weeks to be in Beauxbatons. Oh, Merlin.
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-Neville heard his name called. Turning, he saw the slender figure of Gabrielle run to where he was. Since there were only two days of torture and could return to England, where they would use whatever
Gabrielle ... Oh, who was lying! He wanted to continue seeing her, even if it was a complete torture desire it and not get close to it, if every time they talked discovered he was worried and simple, totally unaware of what ridiculously beautiful she was, and fell in love a little more it.
- What happens? He asked, feeling in your stomach ants at her flushed from running.
"I wanted to be invited to the dance tonight. I remember I danced with me during the marriage of my sister and I would like to repeat.
- Dance? Wanted to say no, but the way he was looking damn thought, squeezing her eyes a moment. Would have no problem, the matter is, I did not bring any coat stylish enough for a dance, "she murmured, thinking of the perfect pretext.
- is not important! Gabrielle cried taking his hand and pulling it towards the aisle where the bedrooms of girls. I mentioned Professor Phillipe and he commissioned a suit for you. It disguises, and you will pegfecto.
stop at a door, he saw a single bed, Gabrielle was guessing that the privileged who had managed to get a personal bedroom. Feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of the girls who passed him, waited until the blonde came out with a long box in his arms.
"Take ... I will for you at eight," he added, winking at him before closing the door yelling something prepared on their own costume.
"Merlin, what have I been? Sliding the cover muttered, watching the embroidered thickly.
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story was in front of the mirror with the full suit, feared for what the evening might bring. The disguise was perfect picture of the costumes used in the courts during the seventeenth century Muggle-XVII.
A fine knock on the door, he did wake up from their nightmares, landing in reality. Despite that, he was not prepared to see Gabrielle using a well dressed. It was a dark blue that made his eyes out with a plunging neckline that revealed perfectly the beginning of his chest, squeezing her waist impossibly to the vest. Delicate cream-colored lace covering his arms and made a braid on her back, holding her dress from behind, ending in a small rose window just where began the great skirt, which he hid under their fabrics the blonde's hips. His face was pale beneath the powders were used and a long white wig concealing her blond hair.
"You look beautiful," whispered unavoidably, feeling blush.
Smiling, the woman, because in that suit, they cried, made a little bow, before smiling coquettishly behind a range to match the suit.
- Allons-y * - cried, pointing with her fan toward the ballroom.
-Allons-y "he said, offering his arm, guiding her down the aisle.
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Gabrielle whispered Neville by holding the wrist, watching with wide eyes, he could flee to avoid his bedroom. He wore all night supporting every smile, every flirtation, but thought he could take it anymore. Needed to get to bed, take off the costume and masturbate to break the back if necessary. He was intoxicated with the aroma of the blonde, and although its self was pretty, I knew I was on the verge of giving in to their impulses.
Before taking any decision, Gabrielle leaned far enough to kiss him, pushing against the door ajar.
-Merlin Gasped to feel separate, nervously noting how close the door with a spell, sealing all sound intrusióny.
- Non, non, mon cher Neville hissed pushing him to the bed with more force than could have thought. I do not want to go, "murmured approaching, a small pot filled her mouth. I do not want to forget come back again, "she whispered, watching from the edge the bed, wedged between his legs, despite the bulk of the skirt.
"Gabrielle, do not need to do this, tried to explain Neville, holding her waist, lost feeling to see the sadness in the girl's blue eyes. I'm too old for you, "she whispered, thinking it was really a stupid excuse.
- Mayor? Four or five years ... between my mother and my father are seven years apart.
"But you can find some other guy who is of your age He muttered, feeling jealous of someone else just imagine the blonde.
"But I do not want another kid my age ... well, I have already sent a letter to Professor Sprout to accept me as an apprentice, said placing her hands on her cheeks, forcing him to look at her . I do not want something fleeting ...
"Gabrielle groaned, leaving the blonde to refuse, knowing that all his excuses were unfounded. Clinging to his waist and burying his neck in the soft breast, enjoyed with the slight tremor that ran through her. Letting out a cry when separated from him for a moment thought he would regret, until the notice untie the knots that held the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, a sea of fabric and lace at his feet, letting you see the white silk stockings covering up her thighs, before joining a league that went up to the corset, and little lace panties hiding her crotch.
Before I could say anything, the girl pressed against him again, flopping on his legs, clutching her hips and thighs kissing hard, applicant. Grazing
with his hands, stroked the thin legs, enjoying the soft touch of silk under your palms, rising to posarlas on the blonde round buttocks, pushing her tongue in the kiss while his hands squeezed her ass , drinking the faint whine to let out.
-Neville, "sobbed his lips slightly apart, swaying her hips on his erection, making it uncomfortable to notice what was in his pants as yet. Going back on the bed to lean against the back, he watched intently, his face flushed and her pupils dilated shouted their excitement. Touching fingers with a pair of his neck, could feel his pulse beating rampant.
- Are you sure? He asked, dropping his hand on one of her thighs, squeezing in an affectionate gesture.
"Yes, moving to stand on his knees, allowing open space for the numerous closures of pants. Despairing, could not help smiling when she heard Gabrielle's chuckle to see your problem. Attracting his wand, he decided the easy way, by removing their shoes, underwear and trousers, leaving it exposed to the gaze eager and shy of the blonde, knowing that his erection was perfectly visible between the edges of the long shirt he wore under his jacket.
Gabrielle sighed as he sat back on his thighs, he began to dispose of each button of his jacket, looking at the business help blonde fingers while your body heat seeped from his clothes, feeling lucky that a woman as she wanted to him yes, and no self-esteem had a bad childhood , but he knew the blond was much more than they ever dreamed.
When finally was freed from the oppression of the jacket, leaving only the light cotton shirt, waved to untie the corset of her, only to be arrested, noting the Gabrielle's flirtatious smile as she leaned up be squeezed against him, kissing him slowly, quickly forgotten, just thinking about those soft lips and that tongue responsive, which followed his every move, imitating.
Holding her, let out a groan as naughty hands slipped under his shirt to hold his erection, rubbing slowly until completely tightened, beginning a disjointed rhythm. Pushing a couple of times against small hands, stroked his legs again, feeling obsessed with socks and lace up to rub the rim of pale skin exposed under the vest, slowly sliding his fingers over the lace of her panties, feeling the heat and humidity, guessing the tight blond curls beneath him. Down, touched his lips covered with small material, noting the break in hands on his erection when touched so intimately.
pressing with her fingertips and smiled as he felt her jerk to bury their index to find your clit rubbing, knowing that it was very soft fabric, feel rough under the touch inflexible your finger.
Neville gasped, burying his fingers in his biceps, hiding her face in her neck and trying to close her legs.
"Non, mon petit lapin * murmured the little French I knew, kissing the skin to its scope, cheek, his neck, her neck, her legs apart, making it unable to close theirs, as his hand did not stop, squeezing and rubbing, feeling it shake on it.
"Please," whimpered, around his neck with your arms, reaching out to feel his erection rubbing her belly. Moving
the lace on his lips, he thought it would be fucking erotic way, without even removing them, burying his fingers, and feeling even more hard to notice how wet and hot I was. Keeping the idea for another time, grabbed his wand, by removing the underwear and performing a spell contraception. Sliding
buds again, blond curls gently pulled, filled with pleasure at the sight of Gabrielle bow under his touch, moaning loudly, pushing his crotch against his hand. Release, touched her clitoris a few times before going down to that point hidden beneath its folds, pushing slowly with one finger, not surprised to feel securely tightened around him, soft walls against their tips, proving its walls to feel her wince.
"There," he gasped, pushing against your hand. Leaning over, kissed the division between her breasts, nibbling irritated skin to notice it, keeping the pressure of his finger as he pushed another, pleased to see that there was some sign of pain. Neville, please, "she sobbed, placing small kisses all over his face, swaying her hips on his hand.
"Shh, quiet, retiring murmured, holding her firmly by the thighs to guide it over his crotch, releasing a moan to notice her holding his cock, impaling herself suddenly, a rictus of pain on his face as he hugged his neck. Gabrielle gasped clenched eyes. It was too hot, too tight. Pressing it tightly, kissed his neck, looking for any inconvenience distract might feel.
"I'm fine," he murmured, spreading slightly, watching him with those big eyes again, slowly lowering the view to look between his legs. Slipping an arm around his chest, broke the cords that held the shirt together, to reach the final, placing your hand over your navel, inches from his crotch. If you thought fuck underwear on was erotic, now I saw that look of curiosity, and those nails glide over your skin, getting closer to the point where the two were united, it was hell itself.
Letting out a groan, she felt his fingers touch the base of his erection, sliding between the folds that a few moments ago he had cherished, Gabrielle felt inside tightening around in spasm, small circles with your pelvis, as proving how great it felt.
Neville whispered, kissing him again, leaving to explore and bowing slightly, starting a small swing.
support, with a guiding hand at the waist, while his other palm pressed against her clit, knowing that it would soon, too many days enduring the torture of having it as was now . Rubbing with your thumb, the little button pressed hard, alternating small pulls of curls, shuddering desperate to hear her moan, releasing tears and words in French that did not reach understand, except its name, again and again.
Holding her tightly, turned, leaving it on the mattress, burying it again, uttering a hoarse cry to feel scratching his back as he sobbed, encircling her waist with his legs, arching under him, trying to find each their desperate assaults, uttering a sharp cry, almost a shriek. Noting spasms around his cock, ran, releasing a growl, pushing hard for the last time, feeling his sperm filling, enclosing it.
Neville sighed, watching him narrowed eyes, Light in a new light. Pulling him by the neck, kissed her brow, her nose, her jaw slowly collecting every drop of sweat, to find his lips, pressing with his whole being, without letting it spread. Stay well, "he murmured, leaning back, wishing it was his body that the cover as a blanket.
"Okay," replied, snuggling with him, stroking his hair and counting each beat against his chest, feeling as was becoming slower and more rhythmic. Feeling
asleep in his arms, drew his wand abandoned, obliterating the rest of their clothes, letting out a sigh to see small breasts free from the oppression of the corset, firm and hard with their hands. Squeezing his hand, sighed, noticing all the soft skin against his, knowing enormously fortunate.
Taking this as well, thought of that imaginary list had many years ago. Now definitely the only not crossed out name that appeared was that of Gabrielle Delacour.
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When the owls arrived that day in the morning, Pomona Sprout was not surprised the arrival of three letters to her. Opening the first, read the letter from Gabrielle Delacour asked to accept as a second apprentice herbology, attaching notes theories teníay your notes equivalent to OWL and ecstasy, the three really good. The second letter was Phillipe, supporting letter from the smallest of the Delacour, highlighting the good qualities of the girl and giving a report on what they advanced with the help of Neville, welcomes the work done with the boy. The last letter was from Neville, thanking him for sending him the opportunity to Beauxbatons and promising to show everything I had learned.
Standing up, decided that a letter to his friend Augusta would be nice. After all, who better than herself to give the surprise that was likely to Neville began a fruitful relationship with the little Gabrielle.
Weekend ~ ~: D
French Phrases:
* Non, ma faute ces't = No, the fault is mine.
* = Bonjour Good afternoon. Allons-y
* = We.
* Non, non, mon cher Neville = No, no, my dear Neville.
* Non, non, mon petit lapin = No, my bunny.
Please any error with phrases in French, I'd say do not trust much of the google translator xD. Girls
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