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Fic: Golden Mean, Gabrielle/Ginny/Fleur, NC-17
Title: Golden Mean
Author: foreword
Disclaimer: Please to be not suing me. I make no claim over these lovely ladies.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabrielle/Ginny/Fleur
Warnings: incest, drunken horny Veela!sex, French accents, minor HBP spoilers :O
Summary: Ginny is initiated into the Delacour family.
A/N: Pretty much you would not want to read this if lunicanca and cursescar hadn't read it first. Betas that will read incestuous, drunken horny Veela sex are good betas indeed. :D ♥

LJ cut text from Shiny, by The Decemberists.



Ginny decided she was glad Fleur had gone with the gold as she watched the shimmering fabric pool around Gabrielle's ankles.

"Eet eez very hot," the small girl complained, and Ginny could voice no objection.

Gabrielle seemed fairly indifferent to her sister's choice of bridesmaid gowns, and she had spent much of the service watching her green-eyed hero from years before. But gold was flattering on Gabrielle, and after the service Ginny had stolen her away to someplace where she wouldn't be able to watch him.

Not that he had noticed, of course. Harry was adorably oblivious to that sort of attention. Ginny would know. But it bothered Ginny to see it, and she wasn't sure if it was the lingering tender feelings she possessed for Harry or irritation that the girl was ignoring her.

She didn't particularly care to find out, either. She just wanted to take the smaller French girl away. Gabrielle, thin and petite, still looked young for her age, though she was actually pushing 15. Fleur had attributed it to her mother's fantastique genetics, but Ginny was sceptical.

Gabrielle was much easier to manoeuvre after her third glass of Fred and George's Pick Me Up, Knock Me Down Punch. Not, of course, that this was necessary, as she had apparently decided somewhere along the way that Ginny looked good in gold, too.

"You want 'eem."

This surprised Ginny almost as much as the sudden realisation that she'd been admiring Gabrielle's petite naked form for an untold amount of time.

"Who? No I don't. Don't want anyone."

She wasn't sure where that had come from - it was obviously a lie, but she felt a sort of desperation to make this girl want her, and playing hard-to-get seemed to be a wise option.

Gabrielle's eyes flashed and she reminded Ginny forcefully of her sister for a moment as she stepped gracefully out of the dress and crossed to Ginny's bed.

A second later, she was sprawled out on her back next to Ginny, her hair fanning out around her as she glanced up at the ceiling.

"You do. I saw. You were watching 'eem zee entire time."

Ginny gaped.

"You were the one watching him!"

Gabrielle rolled her head lazily to face Ginny.

"I just wanted to see what you were looking at."

Ginny was rather indignant at this point, and all thoughts of playing hard to get were forgotten as her face flushed in embarrassment.

"I was watching you!"

Gabrielle raised an eyebrow at this, a subtle smile playing about her mouth that suggested that they'd just shared a private joke.

Ginny felt a sudden compulsion to be rid of her own gown and she blushed harder as Gabrielle smiled, apparently knowing precisely what Ginny was thinking. It took lace scraping against her stomach to bring Ginny the realisation that she'd already started to remove it. She blinked, resting a palm against her face, the dress determinedly clinging to her lower abdomen. She hadn't even had any punch. She seriously doubted if any of the Weasleys had.

"What ees zee matter?"

Ginny looked up in surprise, crossing her arms over her chest in false modesty.

Gabrielle laughed at this, idly tracing circles over the skin of her bare breasts with her fingertips. The circles were getting tighter and tighter until Ginny bit down on her lip at the sensation on her own skin.

How did she--

But when Ginny looked down, it was her own hand on her breast, her own teasing touches. She didn't remember taking her bra off.

Gabrielle laughed at this, and Ginny found her laughter had a rather musical quality to it. She was immensely surprised to discover that she'd informed Gabrielle of this.

The other girl, however, exhibited no sign of surprise, instead reaching out with the lightest of touches on Ginny's arm. This caused her entire body to tremble and suddenly she was on her back, Gabrielle leaning over her, her hair swinging around her face to brush against Ginny's skin. It reminded Ginny of unicorns, and she couldn't say why. There was a deceptive purity there, that she couldn't quite touch, and a desire for something she could never truly own. There was magic, but Ginny didn't mind.

And then she kissed her and it felt like fire, but Ginny wanted to feel it everywhere.

She was, in fact, so enraptured by this single kiss that she failed to notice the entrance of the bride.

Gabrielle had heard the click of the door, however, and was now languidly stretched out beside Ginny as she had been earlier, giving her sister a haughty smile. Ginny licked her lips and struggled to pull the dress back up, but Fleur was locking the door and crossing the room, now with a hand on Ginny's hip as she kneeled on the bed, her wedding dress bunching awkwardly around her.

"You are my maids. Zis is… so rude."

Ginny had never been so mortified in all her life and she was struggling to breathe now, her pelvic region uncomfortably warm from Fleur's touch.

Gabrielle's laughter played a few notes and she stroked Ginny's hair.

"You should not start without me. Eet eez very rude."

Ginny hadn't realised her eyes were closed until she felt her dress being tugged off and she opened them.

Fleur didn't seem to notice or care that Ginny was reacting to this, and the dress was now on the floor. Fleur looked at it sadly.

"Eet ees a shame. Such pretty colours."

Ginny swallowed, ignoring the sound of her own heartbeat that seemed to be pounding away somewhere in her head as Fleur began picking at her stockings, frowning in disapproval at Ginny's lack of garters.

"Colours?"

Both sisters laughed at this, and Ginny was forced to close her eyes. It took a warm, wet heat against her knickers to bring her back from wherever the delightful music had taken her this time.

That same, delicate unicorn hair swung around her thighs as Gabrielle began peeling back her stockings. Fleur, still in her dress, was touching her sister with the sort of soft caresses that would have driven Ginny mad. She was reminded, suddenly, of a distraught girl on the edge of the lake her third year, her dearest possession held captive at the bottom.

Her dearest possession.

It was intoxicating to watch, almost as much as the feeling of her knickers being pulled down, over the silk stockings that stopped at her thighs. Gabrielle gasped at what she found and Fleur pulled her wedding dress down over her shoulders at last, her long blonde hair swinging in sheets around her shoulders, her tiara still perfectly balanced atop her head. In one smooth movement, her dress was pooling around her knees and she'd swept the tiara from her head. Her corset was a delicate shade of off-white - almost eggshell, but designed to look antique against her pale skin, with ribbons taut along her sides and lace brushing the skin of her breasts, keeping them a soft shade of pink.

Fleur smiled at Ginny and crawled out of her dress, kneeling by Ginny's face now and placing the tiara atop her bright red hair as Gabrielle's fingers began their tentative exploration of Ginny. Ginny swallowed hard as Fleur's fingers brushed her cheek, leaving tingling warmth in their wake.

"You are my sister, now. Just like Gabrielle."

Ginny sucked in a deep breath at this, trying to focus on the implications of that statement and the nagging voice of morality that was attempting to resurface. But as easy as it was to find fault with Fleur before, as much as she had disliked the girl, she found it impossible to do anything but admire and adore her now, when her full affection was being lavished upon Ginny.

And then Fleur kissed her, her mouth warm and soft and sweet and Ginny's entire body trembled, sparks shooting though her as she tasted her brother's wife.

Gabrielle's timing was impeccable, and she chose this moment to thrust two fingers into Ginny.

Even her touch held warmth and Ginny whined into Fleur's mouth at the sensations sweeping her body - the fire inside her, the sweet taste on her lips and the beauty around her washing over her in waves that wouldn't break. Fleur broke the kiss at the whimper and somewhere in the depths of Ginny's consciousness there was laughter, but she couldn't focus on it for long. Gabrielle's fingers were moving inside her and Ginny had never felt anything better.

Fleur, apparently bored with merely kissing Ginny, was running her hands over Ginny's breasts, her fingertips tracing fiery trails across delicate skin as Gabrielle replaced her fingers with her mouth, and Ginny could do little but whimper.

Fleur was laying beside her now, the material of the corset rough against Ginny's side as Fleur brought her mouth to Ginny's nipple, her hair falling lightly against Ginny in such delicate waves that it sounded like chimes to her skin.

Suddenly both girls pulled their mouths away and Ginny's senses screamed at the loss, her body painfully close to orgasm and still warm, somehow, where the sisters had touched her. Her eyes fluttered open when she realised she'd closed them, and Fleur was pulling Gabrielle toward herself and away from Ginny.

"I want to taste her."

And then they were kissing, matching white-blonde hair sweeping together as Fleur pulled her sister up against her, Gabrielle's hands wandering down past the corset and garter belts to grasp the naked, pale skin of Fleur's round, bare bottom, using it to pull her sister more firmly up against her.

Ginny was dizzy and drunk and afraid to make a sound, lest they stop.

As if the girls had heard her thoughts, they pulled apart, slightly flushed and breathless, and switched positions without a word, Gabrielle moving to straddle Ginny's midsection as Fleur kneeled between her thighs, raking her nails across Ginny's stockings, a disapproving note in her voice once again.

"Zees, zey are not as nice as Gabby's."

Gabrielle was wet and hot against Ginny's stomach, her thighs tight around her sides as if to keep her from escaping as she placed a hand on either side of Ginny's head and kissed her. This was different, somehow, from kissing Fleur. It was less confident and more passionate and it burned in an entirely different way. Fleur's fingernails tickled the inside of Ginny's thighs and she made a soft sound in Gabrielle's mouth, trying not to shudder.

Gabrielle pulled away and there was music again, and Ginny let it take her as Fleur put her tongue to good use, her fingernails digging into Ginny's thighs as she tasted her, teasing her with her tongue. And then Gabrielle was shifting against her, touching herself, and Ginny could feel how wet she was but couldn't do anything about it, her vision clouded by an intense combination of sensations. So Gabrielle moved against her, thrusting her fingers into herself and rocking against Ginny as Fleur fucked her with her tongue.

There was an explosion somewhere inside of her, and Ginny was blinded, and she was burning and trembling in the face of intense waves of pleasure.

And then there was the familiar, delicious heat against her mouth and a voice was at her ear now, whispering.

"Welcome to zee family."