Welcome to the Family (Patreon)

I know some of you didn't like the last chapter of Potter Productions because of the filming angle, so I wrote a Harry/Gabby oneshot to make up for it. Hope you enjoy!

Welcome to the Family

“’Arry!” Gabrielle squealed.

She lunged through the door and hugged him tightly, her large breasts mashing against his chest.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay,” she said.

Releasing him, she took half a step back and smiled at the brunette standing behind him.

“’Ermione!” she smiled.

Gabrielle leaned in to hug her as well but pulled back quickly.

“I love what you’ve done with your ‘air.”

“Oh, thank you,” Hermione smiled, running a hand through her short brown locks. “Honestly, I wasn’t too sure about it, but I was just so sick of it being long.”

“It looks great,” Gabrielle beamed. “It suits you.”

Hermione smiled gratefully.

“I’m glad you like it. Come. I’ll show you to your room. Do you have any more bags?” she asked, gesturing to the suitcase she’d dropped when she greeted Harry.

“I left a couple outside,” Gabrielle replied.

“I’ll get them,” Harry offered.

As he stepped outside the front door, Hermione motioned for Gabrielle to follow her and led her into the living room. The home was large and well-appointed yet comfortable. On the wall over the mantle hung numerous pictures of Harry and Hermione. Front and center was a picture taken at their wedding as they were cutting the cake, and surrounding it were pictures taken at Hogwarts, the Burrow, and on vacation.

Gabrielle eyed them curiously until Hermione turned and led her up the stairs to the second floor.

“Our bedroom is at the end of the hall,” Hermione said, gesturing to a half-open door. “We have our own bathroom, so you’re free to take over the one in the hallway. And this is your bedroom.”

The room was large but bare except for some basic furniture and a bed.

“I can enlarge it for you if you want,” Hermione offered.

“Non,” Gabrielle smiled. “It’s perfect.”

“Well, if you change your mind or you need anything else, let me know,” Hermione said. “You’ll probably be spending a lot more time here than Harry or I will.”

“Really?”

“Well, Harry’s just been promoted to Head Auror, and I’ve been working day and night to change the legislature,” Hermione sighed. “This is the first day I’ve taken off in a month, and Harry gets called in at all sorts of ridiculous hours. We barely see each other some days, but it’ll be worth it in a few years when we can slow down and start a family in a world that isn’t constantly on the brink of starting a new war.”

“Is it really that bad?” Gabrielle frowned.

“No,” Hermione admitted with a smile. “It would probably take decades before tensions are raised again, but Harry and I are committed to fixing the mistakes of the past so our children don’t have to live through them like we did.”

“I’m sure they’ll be grateful for that,” Gabrielle smiled. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not really,” Hermione said. “You’ve only just graduated. You should focus on your career. Have you given it any thought?”

“A little,” Gabrielle shrugged. “I love Charms, but none of the jobs I’ve looked at ‘ave felt… right.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Hermione smiled.

Harry stumbled through the door with a suitcase in each hand and one tucked under each arm, visibly straining from the effort required to carry them. With a groan, he set them heavily on the floor and rubbed his back.

“Harry,” Hermione sighed exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you just use magic?”

“Er, I forgot,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

Hermione shared a look with Gabrielle and smiled. Walking up to Harry, she patted his chest.

“It’s a very good thing you’re handsome,” she said teasingly.

Tilting her head up, she kissed him on the lips and made for the hallway.

“Oh, like it’s never happened to you,” Harry snarked.

Gabrielle giggled as she followed them back down the stairs.

True to Hermione’s words, Gabrielle found herself home alone most of the day. Hermione schedule was predictable, but she worked long hours. She’d leave early in the morning and return just after five. Usually, after a quick dinner, she’d spend a couple of hours in the library – which Harry jokingly referred to as her office.

Harry’s schedule was chaotic. Most days, he’d leave at the same time as Hermione, but it was anyone’s guess when he would return. And even when he did get home at a reasonable hour, that didn’t necessarily mean he would stay there. More than once, he’d been called back to the Ministry, only for Gabrielle to be woken up in the early morning hours when he returned.

They were both obviously working hard and coming home exhausted, so Gabrielle took it upon herself to keep the house in order. During the day, she did the shopping and the cleaning, and at night, she would cook. When either of them was home, she did her best to brighten their day. In fact, she spent so much time helping Harry and Hermione that she barely had time to look for a job.

But that didn’t bother her. She was happy taking care of the house.

On one of the rare days that Harry got off work at a decent hour, Hermione entered the house with a sigh and tossed her attaché bag on the couch. As she made for the kitchen, she stopped in the doorway and blinked in bemusement.

Gabrielle was bent over at the waist, digging through a drawer for something. She’d taken to wearing relaxed, revealing outfits around the house. Today, she wore blue shorts that were currently pulled tight around her curvaceous bum and a white V-neck. Harry was sitting at the table, gazing appreciatively at the view he was presented with.

Suppressing a smirk, Hermione stepped quietly into the kitchen and pulled out the chair next to his. Harry startled and looked away guiltily.

“Dinner smells great,” she said, the corners of her lips twitching. “What are we having?”

“Oh, hello, Hermione. I didn’t know you were home,” Gabrielle smiled, glancing over her shoulder. “I made chicken. I just need – aha!”

She straightened up and held up a baster triumphantly. Quickly, she made her way to the oven, opened the door, and bent over again. Even Hermione admired how her cotton shorts outlined her round, muscular bum. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Harry taking a quick glance before deliberately turning away. Smirking, she placed her hand on his thigh, and her fingers grazed his excitement.

“So, how was your day at work?” she asked.

“Er, fine,” Harry said. “We’re going to start cleaning up Knockturn Alley next week.”

Hermione hummed and gazed her nails over the bulge in his trousers. She wasn’t normally so playful right after work, especially with Gabrielle in the house, but it had been a week since they’d last had sex, and she was feeling a bit needy.

“Dinner’s ready,” Gabrielle announced.

She set a platter holding a large roast chicken and vegetables on the table in front of them. With how far she bent over the table, her shirt fell forward, displaying her generous cleavage. Harry’s erection twitched against Hermione’s fingers, and she smirked as he cleared his throat and looked away.

She knew Gabrielle wasn’t doing it intentionally, but perhaps it was subconscious. Everyone knew she had fancied Harry since the day he pulled her out of the lake. It didn’t bother Hermione, though. She found it more amusing than anything.

After dinner, Hermione dragged Harry upstairs to their bedroom and shoved him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, she kissed him passionately. Her hands worked at his belt quickly, opened the front of his trousers, and then slipped down inside to grip the raging erection she’d been teasing for the last hour. Harry groaned into her mouth, and she pulled back with a smirk.

“Aw, did Gabrielle get you all hot and bothered?”

Harry growled and flipped Hermione onto her back. He kissed and sucked at her neck while his fingers worked rapidly to open the buttons of her crisp white blouse.

“Harry?” Gabrielle called.

He froze above her and groaned.

“Yes?” he called through the closed door.

“Dawlish is on the Floo,” Gabrielle yelled. “’E says it’s important.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” Harry grumbled. “I have to go.”

Hermione sighed disappointedly as he fixed his trousers, grabbed his cloak, and headed for the door.

“I’ll Floo you as soon as I know what’s happening.”

He pulled open the door, strode past Gabrielle, and descended the stairs quickly. Gabrielle blushed as she peaked inside the bedroom just as Hermione sat up, her shirt unbuttoned down to her white bra.

“Sorry,” Gabrielle said apologetically.

“It’s fine,” Hermione sighed. “It’s not your fault. I think I’m going to take a bath to try and relax.”

Nodding, Gabrielle pulled the door closed.

Harry didn’t arrive home until after midnight. He crawled exhaustedly into bed, spooned Hermione from behind, and was asleep before she’d woken up enough to greet him. While he slept, Hermione had a harder time getting back to sleep. Her mind was awash with ideas and thoughts to get them through this difficult time.

The very next evening, Hermione got home a few minutes late. The last thing she’d done before leaving the Ministry was to stop by Kingsley’s office and tell him that Harry needed a night off. He readily agreed and informed an unhappy Dawlish that he would be on call.

When she got home, she set her bag on the couch and quietly made her way to the kitchen. Harry was seated at the table, flipping through a file, while Gabrielle was just pulling dinner off of the stove. Her outfit was even more revealing than what she’d worn the day before. She wore a pink spaghetti-strap tank top without a bra–something she rarely wore in or out of the house–and a white skirt that fell to her mid-thigh.

Smiling, Hermione sat down at the table and kissed Harry’s cheek. Gabrielle set dinner on the table, and they all sat down to eat while they talked about their day. Once they’d finished, Hermione excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned, Harry was leaning against the counter, sipping a cup of tea and talking to Gabrielle as she wiped down the table. Her ample breasts wobbled back and forth with the movement of her arm. Even Harry, with his renowned self-control, couldn’t help but gaze appreciatively at her bust.

“Oh, honestly, Gabrielle!” Hermione exclaimed.

Gabrielle froze in surprise, and Harry straightened up and set his mug on the counter, a look of confusion on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Gabrielle asked.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way you’re constantly shaking your tits in my husband’s face?”

Gabrielle blushed and straightened up nervously.

“I’m sorry. I-”

“I mean, look at this,” Hermione interrupted and grabbed Harry’s erection through his trousers.

“Hermione!” he yelped. “What’s gotten into you!?”

Harry,” she said, looking at him pointedly. “Be quiet.”

His mouth snapped closer, his eyes glimmering with confusion as she turned back to Gabrielle.

“Gabrielle, come here,” she demanded.

The blonde walked around the table nervously, her eyes bouncing from between their faces and down to Hermione’s hand before making the circuit again. When she stopped just out of arm’s reach, Hermione pulled Harry’s away from the counter, turned him to face Gabrielle, and unbuckled his belt. He opened his mouth to speak, but one look from his wife was enough to silence him instantly. Hermione opened his trousers, pulled out his cock, and turned to Gabrielle.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, stroking him lightly.

Gabrielle bit her lip as she stared. Letting go of Harry, Hermione pulled her closer and then slipped behind her.

“Did you think I was going to let you get away with teasing my poor husband?” she whispered harshly. “Get on your knees.”

She placed her hands on Gabrielle’s shoulders and pushed down. The busty blonde slowly descended to her knees and blinked at the large cock bobbing in front of her face. Glancing up at Harry, she blushed and looked back down. Hermione combed her fingers gently through Gabrielle’s long hair as she sidled up to Harry, kissed him on the lips, and looked down as she tugged her head forward.

Gabrielle opened her mouth obediently, her pouty lips wrapping around his thick shaft. Harry groaned and palmed Hermione’s bum. She smiled and looked up at his face.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Er, yeah?” he replied cautiously.

Laughing, Hermione tugged on the back of Gabrielle’s head, forcing her to take him deeper. As Harry closed his eyes and groaned, she looked down and saw that her lips had stopped just a couple of inches short of his base.

“Wow, it took me years to learn to take that much,” she said. “Had a lot of practice?”

Gabrielle glanced up at her and mumbled an incomprehensible reply before giving her head a tiny shake.

“No?” Hermione asked. “Natural talent, then?”

Her grip relaxed, and Gabrielle started bobbing again while shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe a Veela thing?” Hermione said thoughtfully before shrugging. “It doesn’t really matter, I guess. Now, I don’t mind if you dress like that. I don’t even mind if you tease Harry, but he works much too hard to be walking around frustrated. Normally, I would take care of him, but since we’re both so busy and we keep getting interrupted, from now on, if you make him hard, you’re the one who’s going to take care of it. Can you handle that?”

Gabrielle nodded her head surprisingly eagerly.

“Bloody hell,” Harry groaned.

Hermione smiled at him as she stepped away and knelt behind Gabrielle. Holding his gaze, she grabbed the hem of Gabrielle’s pink top and yanked it up over her breasts. The large, milky white orbs tumbled free.

“Wow,” Hermione said, gazing at them appreciatively. “I’m kind of jealous of how perky they are.”

“Love, your tits are perky, too,” Harry said, sliding his fingers through Gabrielle’s hair and gripping her head.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I know, but mine aren’t this big. I mean, look at them.”

She cupped Gabrielle’s breasts and kneaded them, her fingers sinking into the soft mounds.

“I was always a little jealous of Lavender’s big boobs, but at least they sagged a bit,” Hermione said.

Harry groaned and guided Gabrielle’s head up and down his length faster as he watched her play with her breasts. Hermione smiled and let him enjoy the view for a moment, but her real interest lay further down.

“Pick her up and lay her down on the table,” she said.

Harry stepped back, and before he could even reach for her, Gabrielle stood and hopped up onto the table. She laid back and spread her legs eagerly.

“Not like that,” Hermione said. “Turn around so you can hang your head off the edge.”

Gabrielle did as she was told. Her head dangled over the edge of the table as Hermione led Harry by the cock back to her mouth. His hands immediately sought her bountiful breasts, mauling them much more roughly than Hermione had as he worked his hips back and forth. Gabrielle’s thin neck bulged as Harry buried himself to the hilt with a groan.

Smiling as her husband enjoyed himself, Hermione walked around to the other side of the table. She pushed Gabrielle’s skirt up her thighs to reveal her tiny black knickers. A thong, she realized. Grabbing the stings that wrapped around her waist, Hermione pulled them off, and Gabrielle lifted her hips to help. Her pretty pink folds glistened with arousal.

While Harry used Gabrielle’s breasts as handles to pump in and out of her throat with surprising ease, Hermione traced her fingers softly over her delicate folds. Gabrielle bucked her hips and whimpered around Harry’s shaft. With a smirk, Hermione teased her clit before sinking two fingers into her tight, warm depths. Pulling her fingers out, she brought them to her lips curiously and sucked them into her mouth, only to blush furiously when she caught Harry staring at her.

He groaned, and she could tell he was getting close.

“Spin her around,” Hermione said, nearly panting from her arousal.

Harry pulled out of Gabrielle’s throat and took a moment to calm down. His cock was rock hard, and his head was swollen to a deep purple. It pulsed with the beat of his heart as he spun Gabrielle around and gazed lustfully at her glistening folds.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his bright green eyes catching hers.

“Fuck her,” Hermoine said huskily.

Gabrielle lifted her head, and she and Hermione watched as Harry lined himself up and sank into her depths.

“’Arry,” she moaned wantonly, arching her back.

Hermione chuckled and stroked Gabrielle’s cheek. When Harry pulled back, her tight pink lips gripped his shaft like they never wanted to let go. Hermione doffed her blouse and unclasped her black bra. She caressed Gabrielle’s face and down to her bountiful, bouncing chest before suddenly leaning down and capturing her lips. Gabrielle moaned in surprise but quickly kissed her back.

It was much different than kissing Harry. Her lips were bigger and softer, and where Harry usually took the lead, here, Hermione found herself in charge. It was wonderfully exciting. With growing confidence, she slipped her tongue into Gabrielle’s mouth.

As they kissed, her hand gently caressed one of her breasts. In complete contrast, the other was held tightly in Harry’s demanding grip. His fingers sank deep into the soft mound as he pumped his hips back and forth.

Gabrielle moaned louder against Hermione’s lips, and she began to squirm a moment before she ripped her lips free with a gasp. Hermione leaned back and watched as her back arched, and she cried out in climax. Smirking, she dropped her skirt and knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. Gabrielle was just starting to come down from her peak when she climbed onto the table and knelt over her head.

Biting her lip, Hermione slowly lowered herself. Gabrielle wrapped her arms around her thighs and eagerly attacked her folds. A shock ran through her body, and with a gasp, she leaned forward, grabbed Harry’s shoulders, and kissed him passionately. His hands moved to her chest, cupping her modest breasts and toying with her long, red nipples just the way she liked.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he panted.

Hermione nodded and gazed down at the point where his cock speared in and out of Gabrielle’s depths.

“Cum in her,” she panted.

Harry groaned, hooked his arms around Gabrielle’s thighs, and slammed into her furiously. She squealed against Hermione’s folds, who unconsciously sat back on her face, missing the contact of her talented tongue. She quickly returned it even as Harry hammered his hips back and forth, puffing and panting like some sort of mindless beast.

With a growl, he snapped his hips forward and groaned. His hips gave small, powerful jerks as he emptied himself into Gabrielle’s depths. Hermione panted and shivered with arousal as he pulled back and leaned breathlessly against the counter. She leaned down and watched as he began to leak from her folds.

“Oh, God!” Hermione cried.

She mashed her pussy against Gabrielle’s face as she tipped over the edge. Her body shook and trembled through a powerful climax before the tongue lapping at her folds became too much, and she rolled to the side.

Taking a couple of quick breaths, she smiled and sat up. Gabrielle’s face was smeared with her arousal, her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed.

“I have an offer for you, Gabrielle,” Hermione said, caressing her cheek. “Since you’ve taken such good care of the house–and us–I’d like to hire you as our mistress. Would you like that?”

Gabrielle smiled brightly.

“Oui,” she said.

“Good, because it looks like Harry’s hard again.”

Gabrielle lifted her head and blinked owlishly as Harry stroked himself with a smile.

“Welcome to the family,” Hermione said, kissing her cheek.