"Arry, what 'appened?" Gabrielle asked worriedly when Harry returned to their private room the next morning.
"I lost my memories..."
"All of zem?" She asked, her face twisting in concern.
"No, just the ones Dumbledore gave me," Harry answered, walking over and plopping down on the soft red couch.
Gabrielle followed suit and sat next to him. He moved over to make more room for her and then put an arm around her.
"Gabrielle?"
"Hmm?"
"Is...is there a way to brake the bond?" He hated to ask; he was afraid she would take it as a sign that he didn't love her anymore.
"I don't know, but we can ask Maman and Papa when we visit over ze 'olidays," she surprised him by saying.
"I love you Gabrielle, and I don't need some bond to tell me that...especially one that puts you in danger," he said, running his fingers through her soft hair,
"Arry. I weesh you would stop acting older zen you are. Eet ees tiring," she said with an air of annoyance.
"I'm not acting Gabrielle!" Harry cried, jumping from the couch and beginning to pace. "I almost died in the Chamber, and that means so did you!"
"So zen you must be more careful!" Gabrielle said forcefully, eyes boring into him.
"Please...I don't want something to happen to you...not if it can be helped," he said, trying to make her hear the desperation in his voice.
Gabrielle slowly got to her feet and walked to where Harry stood. She put her hand on his cheek and forced him to look at her. "Arry, bond or no I don't sink I could live without you,"
she said softly.
Harry stared into Gabrielle's startlingly blue eyes; he looked away into the dying fire after a while, afraid he would get lost in the fierce gaze of his love.
"Fine, we can let it be for now," he said, finally giving in.
Gabrielle yelped and launched herself at Harry, who planted a firm kiss on her full lips.
"I meesed you 'Arry," Gabrielle said when they broke apart.
Harry groaned.
"What eez ze matter? Do you not feel well?"
"No I just remembered; I have twenty-four inches for Snape by second period!"
""Come on, breakfast isn't over yet and you look 'ungry," Gabrielle said taking Harry's hand. "I weel 'elp you weeth your essay."
-HP&PWT-
"The DA is going to have to choose a new leader; I don't remember enough," Harry told the Weasley twins when they ambushed him at breakfast.
"Nobody can make it work like you though, Harry!" Fred exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and drawing several curious looks from the other tables.
"Yeah mate. Most of those people were only there because you were," George agreed.
"Well I might still go, I just won't be teaching, Harry argued. "It doesn't make much sense for me to be teaching everybody first year magic...especially when most of our recruits are fourth year and above."
"Not the same!" The twins said in unison, as a last resort.
"Geeve 'im some time,"Gabrielle said, looking up from checking Harry's essay. "E will figure somzing out."
the twins left and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," he said gratefully, kissing Gabrielle lightly on the cheek. He kissed he again.
"What was ze second one for?"
"Just because," he replied, putting a wide smile on her beautiful young face.
"'Arry, I sink you should let Moody 'elp you," She said seriously, instantly changing the mood.
He shook his head lightly.
I still know a lot of spells; all the ones I've learned without my memories anyway. Besides, I can always practice in the Room of Requirement. Last time I was in there, there were shelves stocked with spell books."
Gabrielle gave Harry a disbelieving look, but didn't say anything. Instead she finished checking Harry's potion essay and dug into her eggs and sausage.
-HP&PWT-
Potions cost Harry fifteen points because Snape declared that his essay was to good and that somebody else must have done his essay for him (for once he was right, but Harry was still fuming). Gabrielle shot Harry and apologetic look from the other side of the room where Snape put her with a Slytherin first year girl to seperate them. He just shrugged when Snape turned his back, saying silently that it wasn't her fault and that Snape would have docked him points anyway. Other than that little incident, the day went very smoothly. Harry even won five points from Professor Flitwick for performing a perfect Levitation Charm on his first try.
-HP&PWT-
"Can you believe eet ees 'Alloween tomorrow already?" Gabrielle asked later that night as she and Harry lay under the covers of their king-size bed.
"Really?" Harry exclaimed astounded. The year really did seem like it was moving right along.
"Oui!"
He smiled; he always did when Gabrielle said something in French, because she would sometimes go on for minutes without realizing it, leaving everybody with a dumbstruck face.
"Close your eyes," Gabrielle breather in his ear, after a short silence where they did nothing but hold each other.
Harry gave her a questioning look but did as he was told.
Almost as soon as his eyes closed, he felt Gabrielle's soft lips on his, but something completely new was taking place. Gabrielle's tongue snaked out and tried pushing past his lips. Curious, he parted his lips enough that her tongue could continue on it's mission.
For several moments her tongue explored every bit of his mouth, teeth, gums; he soon picked up the courage to mimic her actions and their tongues began to dance around each other, fighting for control. It seemed to last for hours, but in reality the kiss could have only laster several minutes.
"What was that?" Harry asked, stunned.
"Ze French kiss," Gabrielle said with pride at having taught her one love something new. "I told you I would teach you. Eet was good, non?"
"Amazing," he said with a grin that seemed to stretch ear-to-ear.
They spent much of the night 'practicing' the French kiss, and didn't go to bed until the early hours of the morning.
Lunch the next day was great. The tabled were laden with every type of sweet and food imaginable. The feast ended with the ghosts performing a mock battle, which ended with Sir Nicholas being almost decapitated by the Bloody Baron. The whole school (even the Slytherins) applauded and the ghosts bowed to their appreciative audience before floating through the walls and resuming whatever they had been doing.
Harry couldn't remember ever having so much fun, and having Gabrielle with him only made everything all the better. Like all good things though, it had to come to an end, and this case a very bad one.
"Get lost Potter, you're no better that You-Know-Who!" A Ravenclaw shouted as Harry passed him en route to the seventh floor.
Harry saw Gabrielle's face harden and she set chase after the boy. She caught him at the end of the short corridor.
"I warned you!" She thundered with surprising weight to her words. She whipped out her wand and fired a blue spell at him. The Ravenclaw's face appeared to grow little wings all over his face. "Next time I aim lower," She threatened, pointing her wand at the boy's private.
The Ravenclaw turned and ran through the crown of interested onlookers.
"Does anybody else 'ave somezing to say to 'Arry?" She asked threateningly. "You better 'ope not!" She grabbed Harry's hand and led him back up to the seventh floor.
Harry immediately locked himself in the bathroom, stripped, and sat in the shower with no intention of ever leaving the room.
After a long while, he heard knocking on the door; he ignored it and the knocking became aggravated.
"Arry? 'Arry, are you okay? You 'ave been in zer a long time."
Still Harry ignored her. He just wanted to be alone and allowed to think in peace.
There was a loud bang and the door was blasted open; in stalked an angry yet worried Gabrielle in her plain white nightgown.
"Arry, everyzing will be okay," She said softly in a voice that made Harry want to believe her, but he knew nothing was okay.
"What is okay about everybody thinking I'm the next Dark Lord?" He shouted at her; and then, "I'm sorry..."
Gabrielle shrugged off her nightgown and stepped into the large shower with Harry, who turned his head and averted his eyes.
"Am I too ugly to look at?" Gabrielle asked.
"N-no," Harry stuttered.
"So look at me!"
Harry looked over at the naked girl next to him. She was sitting down with her legs pulled up and together with her arm resting on her knees. Her silver hair shined and her skin seemed to glow under the light rain of the shower. Gabrielle made no move to hide anything from his wandering gaze, but rather seemed to invite him to look on.
His gaze dropped lower but then he averted his eyes. Not there, that's too private, he thought.
Gabrielle scooted closer, until their shoulders were touching, and began tracing the scars on his back; he shuddered at the contact. Gabrielle's gentle touch was still a new experience and he was unused to her kindness.
They sat in silence for a while and Gabrielle continued to trace the scar.
"Zer are spell zat make scars go away," Gabrielle said quietly.
"They have to stay."
"Why?"
"Dumbledore says I have to spend a week each summer at the Dursley's...it would only be worse if they saw the scars were gone..." He said reluctantly.
"But zat makes no sense, why would zey do zat?"
"Because I'm a Freak! Now can we please not talk about this anymore?"
"I am glad you are coming to live with us 'Arry. I sink I could not stand to be away from you for so long."
Harry put his arm around her and pulled her into a kind of awkward sideways hug.
Gabrielle giggled and blushed.
"What?"
"You seem to 'ave a leetle problem." She giggled again and Harry saw her gaze drop and followed it.
He blushed ant tried to hide himself when he saw that he was hard.
"Zer is no point hiding eet 'Arry. I 'ave already seen it," She said, checking him out.
As embarrassed as he was, Harry knew she was right, so he put his hands back at his side where they originally were.
"This is awkward..." Harry mumbled.
Gabrielle gave a suppressed chuckle in response.
Harry started laughing.
"What now?"
"Did you see that Ravenclaw's face when you pointed your wand between his legs?!" Harry howled.
Gabrielle's face broke into a large, toothy smile.
"You didn't have to do that Gabrielle, but thanks...a lot," Harry said sincerely.
"Nothing but ze best for my 'Arry," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
All of the sudden the water went ice cold. Gabrielle yelped and jumped out of the shower, closely followed by Harry.
"Arry, can we move ze portraits out of ze bedroom tonight?" Gabrielle asked after they had dried off and sat cuddled on the soft red couch in front of a blazing fire.
"Course, I'll do it now."
Using Wingardium Leviosa, Harry floated the handful of pictures out of the bedroom and into the living room. He floated them up to bare spots on the walls and they magically stuck themselves. The portraits were not at all happy about being moved from their respective placed after having hanged there son long. One portrait of and old wrinkly lady with white hair and deep violet robes shouted several rude comments about Harry and eventually struck gold when she called Harry's mom a whore. He was about to cast a cutting jinx at it when a jet of flame caught the portrait. Harry looked over to see Gabrielle brandishing her wand at the ashes that was the rude old lady.
"Sorry," he said to the rest of the portraits, "bedroom is kinda a private place."
"Not for ones as young as yourselves!" Said the portrait of a man that looked remarkably like Dumbledore.
"Hold on, good point," he agreed. He turned to Gabrielle who was watching him from the couch. "Why do you want them out?"
"I can't sleep with people watching me," she said.
"Fair enough."
Gabrielle had ceased to surprise Harry a long time ago...or so he though. But that night Gabrielle announced that she would, and he should to, be sleeping in the buff.
"So that's what you wanted the portraits out!"
"Oui," she said.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and slid them down to her ankles and then stepped out of them before climbing into bed.
"Are you okay, Gabrielle?"
"What do you mean," She asked, genuinely confused.
"You've been acting...strange, lately," he elaborated.
"Does zis bother you?"
"Uh...not really, I guess," he admitted.
"Zen what is ze problem?"
Harry shrugged, kicked off his boxers, and climber onto the bed next to Gabrielle.
She ran one of her impossibly soft hands over the scar on Harry's thigh.
"I still sink you should get zese healed," she said, concern in her voice.
"Not unless you want me to end up with more," Harry said in a hard voice.
"Arry! You should not joke about zese sings!" Gabrielle cried, and then she saw the ghostly look on his face and realized that he wasn't joking, not joking at all. "Zose people had better 'ope zat zey do not end up in ze same room as I!"
Harry had a hard time trying not to laugh. The angrier Gabrielle got, the more pronounced her accent became.
"Gabrielle, you know I love you more than anything, right?"
"Oui 'Arry. And I, you."
With that she pressed her body against Harry's and their lips met in a fierce kiss. Their tongues once more began an intricate dance of love and passion.
Harry smiled through their kiss as Gabrielle moaned. He had though that he was a bad kisser but apparently that wasn't the case.
Harry, as if possessed, knew exactly what to do. He slowly kneaded her just budding breasts and deepened the kiss. After continuing for a while, Harry slid one hand down and lightly squeezed Gabrielle's bum, earning an appreciative hum.
In return, she moved one of her amazingly soft hands between his legs and grasped his already stiff member and pumped a few times, causing Harry's hips to buck.
The hand on her bum moved and began moving up and down her inner thigh; a small shiver wracked Gabrielle's small body and Harry took it as a sign to continue. He placed the hand on her stomach and slowly moved it down until he felt the heat radiating from her sex. He began moving his hand in small circles, getting another shiver of anticipation from his beautiful French lover.
As if in retaliation for making her wait, Gabrielle pumped Harry's manhood a couple times and then stopped.
Getting the hint, Harry quickly sunk his index finger into Gabrielle.
"Mmm..." Gabrielle moaned.
He pumped his finger in and out for maybe a minute before adding a second finger, which easily slid into the well-lubed cavity.
"Oh 'Arry!" Gabrielle cried. A huge tremor shook her body and she lay still for a moment with a dazed look on her face.
"Sank you 'Arry; now eet ees your turn," she said breathlessly.
"You don't have to do anything Gabrielle, I'm already happy as can be," he said truthfully.
"I know I don't 'ave to, but I want to."
She had Harry sit up and then she took him in hand. She worked furiously for several minutes before groaning, Harry tensed and his seed spewed over Gabrielle's hand.
"Zer, all done." She grabbed her wand from the spindly bedside table, waved it, and muttered Scourgify; the mess cleaned itself up.
"That...was great. I love you Gabrielle," Harry said in between breaths.
She didn't say anything. She just cuddled up to Harry and closed her eyes. Harry followed her example and instantly drifted off into a very good dream involving Gabrielle.
-HP&PWT-
"Hey Potter!" Called a Slytherin first year as Harry walked to his last class for the week.
"What?" Harry asked sharply, turning to face the boy, who he recognized as James Giles, the Slytherin that was in Harry's boat at the beginning of the year.
"What's the deal with you and that French whore?" Harry's wand was in his pocket, so he cocked his fist back and punched the boy (who looked a lot like Draco) right on the nose, and he felt a satisfying crunch that was the Snake's nose breaking under Harry's knuckles.
"You're only lucky she's not here too or you'd be missing something pretty important!" Harry called after the retreating boy.
"What was zat about?" Gabrielle asked when she walked up to Harry a second later.
"Nothing, house rivalry," He replied half-truthfully.
"Mhm, come on; lets not be late for class." Gabrielle grabbed a reluctant Harry's hand, sending jolts of pain up to his brain, and he realized that he must have broke something in his hand. He didn' say anything though,which proved to be very difficult with her vice-like grip. History of Magic...whoopy,Harry though. At least it's the last class; and he could probably get out of it to go to Madame Pomfrey to heal his hand.
-To Be Continued-