I do not own Harry Potter and please read the rest of the note from Chapter 1. Reason being is Ignorance is so NOT bliss.

Scibitur Ad Narrandum...- Thank you so much unlike others who have demanded me to fix things you and Asrial at least offered to help me do it. I thank you and I do believe I have corrected it with your aide.

IBGavin...- To be honest I don't. There are far too many stories that bash Ron, Hermione and all them in cases like this. I want to be different not typical.

Chapter 42

Thoughts...

Curled up in his bed, with Gabrielle tucked into him, Harry savored the feel of her body against his. Their fingers clasped together, the youth can not help but marvel at the contrast between her pale skin and that of his darkly tanned one.

"Penny for your thoughts Harry?" Her voice said softly and with a hint of satisfaction. Although both were slightly bruised and battered from their 'fight', what had happened after ward was far more pleasurable.

They had made love...

Harry's kisses upon her body were so sweet and so tender upon her skin. He had nipped and tasted of her flesh as she did his and in doing so, they both discovered places that felt so good. That they had to have more of that feeling, that immense want of each other...

"Wishing I didn't have to fight..." He murmured softly. His fingers grasping her hand gently and yet tightly within his own. She knew he was upset, about having to return. "Wishing I could have just stayed here with you..."

Turning her head around only slightly, Gabrielle looks into Harry's green eyes with a gentle gaze of love in her heart. Her free hand touching his cheek, she lifts up to kiss him softly and with all the passion in her soul. "I know Harry; it is what I want to. But you know as well as I that you would have gone regardless."

"And that is what bothers me. Everything they did, everything they accused me of. I should have left them to rot!" He muttered as he buried his nose in the sweet smelling scent of her hair. Lying back down flat on his back, moments later, Gabrielle turns around and drapes an arm across his chest.

A quizzical look on her features, he tells her of the fight in Diagon Alley. He tells her of what he had accomplished and the pain of seeing old friends again. Listening to him as he speaks, Gabrielle hears the pain and sadness in his voice as well as the confusion.

It does not take long after he is done speaking, for the young veela woman to feel his hand in her hair. Running through it, as if taking comfort from its silkiness... "It bothers you that you saved them? That you saved Ron and Hermione yes" She said quietly. "I do not think that is what it is...I think something else does."

Pausing in mid stroke, Harry is startled by her statement. "What do you mean?"

Turning to rest her chin on his chest, Gabrielle looks up at him through the loose strands of her hair. "I do not think it bothers you that you saved them Harry. I think what bothers you is despite everything you want them back..."

"I don't...I don't want them back. I'm happy with you, Fleur, Alexandre, Isabelle, Remus and everyone else. I don't need them..."

"I think you protest too much Harry." The young woman said with a soft and gentle smile. "And you do need them. They were with you in those events you had told me and Fleur about in your past. They were part of the reason why you had been able to do what you did and survive."

Thoughtful and thinking, Harry just held her closer now. The love she emanates seeps through her to his cold body to heat it up with her warm soulful presence. "What do I do?"

"I don't know Harry..." She whispered softly as she laid her head back down upon his chest. "I just know sooner or later, whether you want to or not, you will go see them. Because you need to...you need to for a part of you believes without them, you will not survive."

Holding her tightly, Harry to get rid of these dark thoughts, flips them over as something far happier comes to mind. Giving a shriek of surprise, the young woman looks up to find the love of her life looking down at her with complete adoration... "Harry?"

"What would I do without you Gabrielle?"

"Go absolutely no where..." The blonde replied cheekily and much to the amusement of both herself and Harry. Laughter is coming forth now from her lips, as his only response to her statement was to tickle her. His fingers skimming the sides of her belly, it only increased her laughter.

But soon that laughter turned to something else as it changed from that to a pleasurable moan. One that is answered, as he is pulled down for a kiss of need and wants...

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Despite his age, Tonks loves the fact that being a werewolf has a benefit upon Remus that she most definitely likes. Who would have thought that her shy professor could be such a wild one when it came to well...when it came to what they had just done?

Not to mention to a degree what they were still doing.

"Again?" She giggled as he was busy kissing up her belly. Nipping at her flesh, she giggles as he growls and nods his head in affirmative.

Thank god for the stamina of a werewolf! She is going to be so sore tomorrow. Incredibly happy...but sore!

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Okay there is a reason why this one is short.

The reason is this; this is what I call a special chapter. It is expandable into a lemon. And don't worry folks my specialty when it comes to writing is actually lemons. Ask any one of my regular reviewers, I STILL get email and letters from grateful loved ones for turning their significant others into sex-crazed maniacs.

Foreplay and Noodle Delights are two prime examples of my lemon skills. You can access both by clicking on my name and looking for the completed story listing.

I am currently working on the next chapter which has to deal with other issues in the story, concerning Harry and the order as already written above. But some of you have been asking me for some Harry/Gabrielle moments.

So considering I am about to approach 500 plus reviews as well as in other stats consider this my gift to you as a way of saying thanks for sticking with me as I had taken over. An option where you all can decide, do I expand or leave it as is?