His mind seemed filled with fog; he couldn't think straight and could no longer remember the logical arguments for not letting her have her way.
His resistance was more a case of mental inertia--he had been saying no, so he simply continued to do so.
His determination, however was waning.
"I. . . cant," he managed.
"You cannot fight it, 'Arry," she said.
"Sooner or later. . ."
As if to prove her point, she put her hand on his cock and gave it a couple of slow strokes.
Harry could only grit his teeth at the contact.
"Gabrielle, I. . ."
But he couldn't form a thought.
All his excuses seemed to have gone, and in doing so had left him with only his waning determination.
Slowly, she raised herself up on her knees--dragging herself along his length as she did so--until the head of his cock was poised at her entrance.
She started lowering herself back down, but as his hardness began pressing into her sex, Harry came to his senses.
In a flash, his hands were back at her hips, only this time, they were holding her above his cock, preventing her from sliding any lower.
"No," he said and he heard her growl in frustration.
"Oui," she said defiantly, trying to force herself down on his cock but his hands held her firm.
It was clear that she was becoming frustrated and, at the moment, her frustration mirrored Harry's own.
"I don't care if you are a Veela," he said firmly.
"You are still just a child. You're too young for this."
"You zink I am a child? Mon Dieu!" she yelled.
Harry was glad for the silencing charm as the others in the room continued snoring away, blissfully unaware of the battle raging between the two naked people in their dorm mate's bed.
"I'll show you just 'ow much of a child I am. 'Arry, I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my virginity. I want you zrow me down and make me a woman. I want you to slide zis beautiful cock of yours into my cunt and make love to me until I scream your name and you cum inside me. I want you to use me for your own pleasure. I want you to pound me until I cannot walk."
She stroked as much of his length as she could reach while she tried to convince him.
Harry's arms were getting tired from holding her up but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move her away from his cock.
"Use me, 'Arry," she continued without so much as a pause.
"Fuck me until neizer of us can move and zen let me sleep wiz you still inside me. Fuck me! Use me! 'Ave sex wiz me! Make love to me! Rape me!"
She was panting and flushed, though it was difficult to tell in the dim light, but she still stroked his cock with her small hand.
She was heavy in Harry's hands and she slipped down a little and the head of his cock parted her outer lips and wedged itself in her entrance.
For a moment, all he could do was grit his teeth, but then something snapped in the back of his mind.
Perhaps it was the frustration he'd been faced with all day, perhaps it was her taunting, perhaps her teasing him or her stroking him--perhaps it was a combination--but without warning, he moved, flipping her over so that she was laying on her back in the same place that he had been with him now on top of her, his cock somehow still poised at her entrance.
"You want to be used?" he asked her, punctuated with a short sharp thrust of his hips; not enough to penetrate her, just enough to let her know that he was most certainly still at her entrance.
"Oui, mon 'Arry," she said as she spread her legs wide as though granting him permission.
"Fuck me. Use me. Make me yours!"
He gave another thrust, more insistent than the first and, after a bit of resistance, the head of his cock slipped inside.
Gabrielle inhaled sharply and her eyes widened.
"Oui! Oui, 'Arry. More! More!" she demanded.
Harry had never felt anything like what he was feeling now.
She was tight--oh, so incredibly tight--and slick.
With her beneath him encouraging him to go on, he pressed forward a bit more until her walls seemed to cling to him, preventing him from going deeper.
In his naïveté, he thought that would be as deep as he could go.
But when his instincts kicked in and he pulled out and pushed back in, he sank even deeper.
Gabrielle moaned, looking up at him with a fierce, determined look in her eyes.
She reached up and grabbed his back, pulling him closer, and locked her legs around his as though to both spur him on and prevent him from going anywhere should he develop second thoughts.
Now that he had given in to her tempting him, Harry found that any thoughts of stopping were so far from his mind as to be non-existent.
For the moment at least, Harry's universe seemed to have shrunk down to the size of his cock; the sensations that he was experiencing and the feel of the girl underneath him were all that mattered.
He pulled back out and plunged in once again, burying himself completely inside her.