Gabrielle, Chapter 1
Title: Gabrielle (01)
Rating: NC-17 for the whole fic
Words: 1563
Summary: Gabrielle Delacour has turned fourteen, and for her this means it is time to explore sex. Gabrielle is a linked story arc that follows her through a year at Beauxbatons as she discovers love, sex, and herself. In this chapter: Gabrielle watches herself in the glass, packs her school trunk, and has a brief encounter with a member of the household.
Warnings: Underage sexuality and, ultimately, sex. In this chapter: Cross-species fondling, I guess you could say, though they're both girls.
Notes: Written for my femslash50 prompt table, prompt 001: New. Also, I need a beta for this set of stories, so if you're interested, please let me know!
1: New to This
Gabrielle posed in front of the mirror. Her legs were long, her stomach taut, her breasts pert. At fourteen, she had reached the peak of beauty and desirability.
She tossed her hair and watched in the glass as it cascaded around her body. It reached almost to her elbows, silvery-white and fine, never tangling. The joys of a magical heritage.
Watching herself in the glass, Gabrielle lifted one breast and pinched a small nipple. Slowly, it began to pucker, and she felt a small jolt of liquid heat in her stomach. Then she raised the breast even further, bent her head, and licked the skin, keeping her eyes on her own face, watching her expression, the darkening of her blue eyes.
Yes, she thought, yes. She was beautiful, as Mama had always told her. She was just as beautiful as Fleur, if not more so -- younger sisters so often inherit a sweeter beauty; but, Gabrielle thought derisively, she had not yet thrown herself into the arms of a mundane Englishman.
Perhaps Bill Weasley was more interesting than most Englishmen, being a curse-breaker who gallivanted around Egypt, but he was still an Englishman, ruddy-faced and tactless. No grace.
Men in general had no grace, Gabrielle thought, scowling into the mirror. She immediately smoothed her face. Scowling gives you wrinkles, she reminded herself.
Young men were clumsy, especially boys. Perhaps older men were not so clumsy?
Gabrielle wondered who she ought to seduce as her first claim. Perhaps Professor Bonhomme, who taught Charms and had such lovely long fingers? Or perhaps the young Professor of Ancient Magic, Daniele Mercure, who had been eyeing her hair since she had first entered Beauxbatons?
Gabrielle made a small moue of dissatisfaction, thinking of those men and their hands on her body. She put her own hands on her body, admiring the curves and the pearlescent skin that almost shone with its gleaming health.
Gabrielle was no stranger to her body: she had been feeling it, experimenting with sensations and touch for over three years now. But with her menstruation last year had come the knowledge, the unique knowledge of the part-veela, that beauty was power, and that she could use it to do as she pleased.
She knew that this year, her first year of active sexuality, would be a wild and exciting year, and that hearts would be cradled and broken both. Gabrielle was not worried about her own heart; her sister had told her, last year, Every relationship you ever have will be a failure. Except one. Maybe, and Gabrielle was not hoping for love this year.
This year was about sex.
Gabrielle turned from the glass and went to dress herself. She threw on some Muggle clothes, for they had to travel through the Muggle part of Paris for a short way, and then regarded her half-packed trunk with dismay. If she did not finish packing soon, her father would probably yell at her. They had to be at the train station on the other side of Paris in an hour for Gabrielle to catch the train to Beauxbatons.
Gabrielle pursed her lips, then snatched up her wand from her dresser. "Ella!" she called, tapping her wand to a small plaque near the door. "Ella!"
With a delicate shimmer, the house-nymph materialised, bowing with a gracious tilt of her head at her young mistress. "Yes, Miss Gabrielle?"
Yet another advantage to France, Gabrielle thought, remembering the ugly house-elves she'd seen in England. Here the servants were beautiful and gracious. The house-nymph was about four and a half feet high and appeared to be made of layers and layers of gauzy fabric. Her hair was the color of a clear lake, her eyes like a stormy sky, and her hands had only four fingers each.
"Ella, my trunk needs packing," Gabrielle said.
"Yes, miss," said Ella, and began to move quietly but efficiently around the room, collecting clothes from shelves and drawers, while Gabrielle haphazardly tossed her school supplies in the trunk.
"Miss!" said Ella, as one of Gabrielle's spellbooks landed face-open. "Miss, you should treat your books with more care."
Gabrielle scowled but obediently picked up the book and placed it properly in the trunk. Then she went over to help Ella at the dresser.
Ella had pulled out a small mountain of socks, all neatly rolled, which she did allow Gabrielle to toss into the trunk, although she insisted that the shirts be placed exactly the way Ella had folded them.
"Miss, what is this?" said Ella, pulling out something gauzy with many straps.
Gabrielle snatched it from her, feeling awkward and light-headed. "Just... something," she muttered, balling it up and throwing it in the trunk.
Ella reached over and pulled it out, letting it flap open.
"It's beautiful," she breathed, eyeing the nightshirt's lace trim and shimmering lavender. "You will certainly make a conquest this year, if you wear this for anyone."
Gabrielle felt herself flushing pink. She shouldn't be embarrassed; she was fourteen, and a woman, and her sexuality was not something to be ashamed of. Nevertheless, Ella had known her since before Gabrielle could speak, much less masturbate, and so for Ella to see...
"May I see you in it?" Ella asked.
"I--what?" asked Gabrielle, staring at Ella in disbelief.
"Please," said Ella. Her grey eyes had an oddly green gleam in them. "We have time -- I will use magic to finish packing, it's no problem. But I want to see my little Gabrielle dressed as a woman. You have grown up so fast, I can hardly believe it. And I think you will look so beautiful in it."
Gabrielle couldn't help but smile. She shrugged off the clothes she'd just put on and took the slip from Ella, pulling it over her head. The silk hugged her skin and felt wonderfully soft.
Gabrielle did a little pirouette, now feeling a little pleased. Ella was staring at her, shaking her head very slightly so that her normally still cascade of hair rippled along her shoulders.
"My Gabrielle has grown up," said Ella, clasping her hands. "So very pretty. I think you are more beautiful than Fleur."
Gabrielle smirked. "So do I," she said. She turned to the glass, posing extravagantly.
Ella laughed. "Come here, let me adjust the straps -- it's not quite right."
Gabrielle obediently came and let Ella fuss with the slip. Ella tightened a strap here and loosened another one there, and then reached her hand up to Gabrielle's face and stroked it. "You are so beautiful," she whispered.
Then Ella kissed her.
Gabrielle was startled at first, and then a little frightened, and then decided that she might as well enjoy it. The house-nymph's lips were oddly cool and dry, but her touch was gentle and Gabrielle knew Ella would never wish to harm her. So Gabrielle kissed back, and Ella let out a very faint sigh of pleasure and brought her hands around to Gabrielle's back, stroking her ever so gently.
Ella let go of Gabrielle's lips and began to kiss her neck, the long length of white skin exposed by the gauzy nothing of a slip. Now it was Gabrielle's turn to let out a little sigh of pleasure as heat coiled in her tummy.
Ella brought her hand around to caress one of Gabrielle's breasts; Gabrielle still had her hands at her sides, not sure what to do. She had no objections to being fondled, but felt no desire herself towards the house-nymph.
Ella appeared to sense this, and drew back. "Do you wish me to stop?" she asked.
"No, not particularly," said Gabrielle frankly.
But just as Ella brought her lips once again to Gabrielle's neck, there came a bellow from downstairs:
"GABRIELLE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Gabrielle jumped as if stung, and Ella looked guilty.
"Coming, Papa!" Gabrielle hollered back.
By the time she'd shrugged out of the slip and was back in her Muggle shirt and skirt, Ella had finished packing her trunk. Gabrielle handed her the slip, which Ella tucked neatly in, and then closed the trunk.
Gabrielle flung open her bedroom door and clattered down the stairs. She felt, rather than saw, Ella following behind her with the trunk levitated aloft.
Maurice Delacour was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "What have you been doing, Gabrielle?" he asked, irate. "What's taken so long? We're going to be late! Thank you, Ella," he added, as the house-nymph set the trunk in the hall. "If you can take it out to the carriage?"
Ella nodded, levitated the trunk again, and went out through the front door to the yard, where the Delacour carriage -- currently transfigured into a Muggle automobile for the drive through Paris -- stood waiting.
Gabrielle, meanwhile, was being upbraided generally by her father while her mother soothed, patted, and tucked, fussing over her daughter's hair and clothing and bookbag. Ella came back in, empty-handed, curtsied to Mr and Mrs Delacour, and then gave Gabrielle a parting hug. Gabrielle heard, in her ear: "Have a wonderful year, my little Gabrielle. You are beautiful," and then felt a cool, chaste kiss on her forehead.
Gabrielle found herself chivvied out to the carriage and hoisted up before she could think of anything to say to Ella. Then she decided to simply take it at face value, and turned to wave at the house-nymph, who was standing at the doorway to see the family off.
It was going to be a good year.
~to be continued~
ETA: I've dropped my official prompt table, as I (a) no longer have the time for it; (b) have changed to a more genfic-oriented fan; and (c) feel hemmed in by prompts, rather than helped. But enjoy this single chapter, as it was a lot of fun to write.
ETA2: Isn't fickleness fun? I'm keeping it, since kueble didn't notice that I'd decided to remove it, or did notice but didn't take me down... anyway, look for more chapters sometime this spring.