No Roots

Alright, we're going back to England, which means we'll be hearing a lot more from Susan, Katie, and Demelza coming up! Stay tuned.

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For a moment, Harry did consider it. The thought of having sex with her made his skin crawl, but if it meant protecting them, maybe he could…

Harry James Potter! Absolutely not! Hermione scolded- outraged.

HELL NO! Ginny roared No way will that bitch lay a finger on you.

Harry. Luna said with calm fury. Don't. Just don't. I don't want to know what I'd do to her if you did.

Harry winced at the intensity of the backlash. Even though part of him did felt guilty for putting his own discomfort ahead of the wellbeing of the people he loved, he knew he couldn't do it without there being a mutiny on his hands. That wasn't even accounting for Fleur, who was possessively gripping his arm, her nails digging into his skin. On her face was an expression of rage the likes of which Harry had never seen.

Prat. How could you even think we'd let her get her… her hands on you? That we'd let that happen? Ginny's words carried a confusing mix of emotions- indignation, compassion, and disgust and rage directed at Apolline.

"Well?" Apolline prompted, looking sickeningly confident.

Harry decided to keep it short. "No."

For a moment, Harry caught a glimpse of something ugly behind her eyes, but it was quickly hidden behind a mask. He realized now, that this was the Apolline that the world knew, beautiful, polite, well spoken. But the Apolline that Fleur and Gabby knew… Harry clenched his fist, genuine anger spiking as he imagined what the girls must have gone through. Maybe it wasn't like what he'd seen at the Dursleys, but he couldn't bear to think of anyone he cared about being treated like that.

"There's no need to play hard to get, Harry. I'm sure we can work out an arrangement." The gall of her, to proposition him right in front of Fleur. What kind of person did that?

Too disgusted for words, Harry didn't answer. Fleur, however, was coiled up like a spring, ready to strike. "You will never have him. NEVER!" She spat, clutching his arm in a painful grip. He looked to her, and the shared an unspoken agreement before turning and walking away.

"Wait!" Apolline called, but Harry didn't stop, not for a moment.

They went to his room- a room that he barely spent any time in, and began haphazardly throwing his belongings back into his trunk. Fleur, still fuming, flicked her wand- causing his belongings to move of their own accord, packing themselves far more efficiently than Harry had ever managed on his own.

"What about your stuff?" He asked her.

"There is nothing I want here. I took everything I cared about with me to Britain." Harry nodded in understanding.

"What do we do now?" He asked aloud.

"We can't stay here. I won't spend another moment with that woman." Fleur said shortly. "But we cannot simply apparate across national borders." Her expression became thoughtful.

"Portkey?"

"Do you want to give the ministry of magic an excuse to arrest you for unregistered portkey creation?"

"Oh, right." Harry said, feeling foolish. International travel was highly regulated in the wizarding world. "I guess we'll just have to do it the muggle way."

Fleur raised an eyebrow, uncomprehending.

"The Chunnel?" Harry prompted, but received a blank look. "Right, its basically a train from Britain to France across the channel. If you can apparate us somewhere near…" He paused as he realized he didn't actually know where it let off. Hermione?

Calais, Harry.

"Calais." Harry said authoritatively, though Fleur was looking at him knowingly.

"You had to ask Hermione, didn't you?"

Harry blushed and sputtered "You didn't even know what the Chunnel is!"

Fleur giggled and kissed him on the lips. "You're cute."

"You're leaving?" It was only then that they noticed Gabrielle standing in the doorway, regarding them with glistening eyes.

"Gabby…" Fleur fumbled.

"You- you don't have to leave. I'm sorry! I'm sorry I made you so uncomfortable. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I such a pervert-"

"Gabby!" Harry interjected "We aren't leaving because of you."

"Oh."

"It's our mother. I just, can't be around her anymore." Fleur explained "It has nothing to do with you."

"Oh." Gabby said again, looking down. She looked so downtrodden that Harry's heart couldn't help but go out to her. He knew what it was like to be left behind with an abusive family. He didn't wish that on anyone.

Bloody saving people thing. Ginny muttered, already seeing where his thoughts were going.

"Gabby." He put a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, entire body tense as she looked up at him with astonished eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with her. I wish we could whisk you away from all this…"

"Why… why can't you?" The sliver of hope that made its way into her expression tore at Harry's heart.

"I doubt your mother would let us. And… its too dangerous." Harry sighed.

But Fleur was thoughtful "Wait. Mother wanted us to watch after you over the summer, before things blew up… maybe…"

"I doubt she'd let us now."

"I have leverage, Harry. I know things about her personal life that she wouldn't want getting out." Harry blinked, there was that vindictive streak.

"We'll be fighting Voldemort. It's still too dangerous."

"I'll stay out of trouble. Stay in whatever wards you need me too." Gabby promised. The hope in her eyes was too much for him.

Then Fleur joined in "I can give her my emergency portkey." Merlin, he was being ganged up on.

Harry could feel himself caving in, even as Ginny and Hermione teased him over it. "Alright. Let's do this."

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Susan walked into the sitting room, and was confronted with what had become a familiar sight. She hadn't quite known what to expect when Katie had moved in, but she had expected that the older girl had some boundaries.

That clearly wasn't the case, because Susan was being forced to get used to the sight of Katie clad in nothing but a bathrobe and a pair of panties that were now around her ankles, moaning luridly as she plunged a dildo into her… pussy. If she'd had any doubts about whether she was straight or not, this experience had put them to bed, because this was decidedly not a titillating experience for her.

While she didn't have an official job, Susan was working on a lot of important things. She'd been trying to get a contract with Gringotts to improve the wards around the property, but the Goblins were quite difficult to work with. Her attempts to send feelers out to the ministry had to be put on hold while Harry was out of the country and unable to meet with anyone.

Katie, on the other hand, didn't seem particularly motivated to do anything productive outside of work. Sometimes she went out with her old chaser friends, or went on a fly, but more often she was doing this. In her living room.

Susan wrinkled her nose "Quite done?"

Katie barely paid her any mind "Ah… no. Mmmh fuck! Not yet." Her eyes were rivetted the magazine she was levitating in front of her, only occasionally flicking her wand to turn the page. Susan had been surprised to find out they even existed. They didn't, not in Europe anyway, but Katie seemed content to cough up exorbitant import fees to get them even as she struggled financially elsewhere.

"Alright, that's enough." Susan declared, snatching the magazine from out in front of her.

"Hey!" Katie squawked, awkwardly rising to her feet in protest.

"I don't even know what you find so…" Susan trailed off as her eyes took in the page, a rush of heat rising to her cheeks. "Uh…"

Katie sensed weakness "See something you like?"

"No!" Susan denied "I don't! It's just… err… err…"

"C'mon, surely this isn't the first time you've seen porn... right?" Katie snickered.

"No!" Susan protested, her face heating further "...maybe?"

"Y'know, I can hook you up..."

She was about to face the reality that she might have to… take matters in hand when she felt a pulse of heat from her pocket, and it had nothing to do with how aroused she was. She fished out the charmed parchment they'd been using to communicate, and as she scanned Harry's messy scrawl her face broke into a smile, her predicament forgotten. "Katie!" She called out happily "Harry's coming!"

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While Fleur met with her mother, Harry was left alone with Gabby. There was an awkward silence between them that Harry wasn't sure how to fill.

"Harry." She eventually ventured hesitantly. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Harry brushed her off, but she shook her head shortly.

"No, its not." She insisted "I've been a total… pervert. I smelled your underwear, and watched you and Fleur in the hallway." She sniffled "If you don't want me with you, I'd understand. I can go to Fleur and say that I changed my mind." Her voice was so small as she said this and he once again found his heart going out to her.

"Hey." He said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder "I appreciate you apologizing, and owning up to your mistakes. That takes a lot of courage. Its gonna be okay Gabby."

Gabby nodded, a few tears coming to her eyes "There isn't any hope for us, is there?" It wasn't a question.

"No, there isn't." Harry told her "Gabby… you're too young for me. I'll be legally an adult in like, a week. It just can't happen, even if I didn't already have seven girlfriends."

"Seven?" She asked in disbelief

Harry grinned and chuckled "Yeah. I know."

Fleur emerged with a victorious smirk, prompting Gabby's scramble to pack. The process took rather longer than Harry's packing, but between Fleur's magic and Gabby frenetic energy, Fleur was apparating them to Calais in under an hour. Between Harry's knowledge of the muggle world and Fleur's ability to speak French, they navigated their way through the city. They weren't exactly in a hurry, so they stopped by a park, a few shops and landmarks, and then found a comfortable hotel with a two bed room.

Gabby had been bursting with energy all day, chattering happily with Harry and Fleur, yet consciously keeping a respectable distance from him. He had caught her eyes lingering on him in an obviously sexual manner several times, but he appreciated her effort.

But it had been a long day, and it seemed that Gabrielle's energy wasn't limitless. She passed out almost as soon as she fell into bed. Truthfully, he was tired to. So while Fleur was in the bathroom he stripped own to his boxers and sighed as he lied back into the other bed, letting his eyes drift shut as he relaxed.

The soft rustling of clothes should have alerted him, the slight shifting of the bed should have as well. Nevertheless, Harry was quite surprised when a pair of hands deftly pulled down his boxers. His eyes flew open, and he was treated to the sight of Fleur, completely nude, taking his cock into her hands. Oh god, she was going to be the death of him.

"Fleur…" Harry whined as she stroked him teasingly "We can't… Gabby…"

"Then you better not make any noise." She smirked, and then, in one fluid motion, she bobbed her head down and easily took his shaft into her mouth until her lips were wrapped around the base of it. Harry's head fell back as he fought back a moan- it instead came out as a whimper.

Harry found himself losing control remarkably quickly. His hands went to her head- fingers weaving through her hair, and his hips began jerking uncontrollably upwards, but Fleur took it in stride. With on hand, she pressed down on his abdomen, while the other ghosted over his testicles, massaged his taint, and then went lower.

Harry yelped when Fleur's hand reached his arsehole. He was trapped between pleasure on both sides- his cock enveloped by the warm, wet, pressure of her mouth while the unexpected jolt of sensation from her hand forced him to the edge.

And just as he was about to cum, she stopped. Harry nearly wailed in frustration as his cock was left twitching in the open air in futility. Fleur drew herself up so that he was aligned with her entrance, but contented herself with rubbing her slit against his cockhead.

"Oh my god, Fleur. Fleur. Fleur." Harry repeated, beyond enthralled by her. How could he not be? She was practically a goddess of sexuality, and it was all he could do to not blow his load right then and there.

Fleur, however, had other plans. "Beg."

The command was clear, and Harry didn't even think to hesitate. "Please."

"More." She egged him on "What do you want, Harry."

"Please fuck me." Harry breathed "Please make me cum."

"You want me to make you cum, mon Tresor?"

"I need it."

She smiled and leaned over quickly to kiss his lips "Good answer." Then she bent his legs back, and with a victorious grunt, thrust her hips and sheathed himself with her. Harry lost it immediately, crying out, all thoughts of waking Gabby gone from his mind. Fleur grinned widely as Harry began to release himself, and with an almost inhuman determination, began to pump her hips, slamming down on his cock again and again even as he came.

"You're coming in me, love." Fleur said between grunts and moans "You know what that means, right?" Her movements sped up as she own words worked herself up "If I wasn't pregnant before, I am now. With your -uhn- seed -ahn- inside me-" Her grunts of exertion became more frequent, and they were joined by the sound of her hips slapping against his. "You'll give me -uhn- such beautiful and -unh- powerful daughters. Oh my fuck." Her pace redoubled again before slamming home one last time with a "FFFUUUUCK!"

Needless to say, Gabby had heard everything.