Fragile Heart


You are captured by her beauty the moment she walks in the door with her sister, and even though you know it's wrong to have these sorts of feelings towards someone that is obviously so much younger than you, you cannot help it. She is gorgeous, with her long blonde hair and icy blue eyes, with her pale pink lips and dimples.

Bill nudges you in the ribs, nodding towards the girl. "Pretty, isn't she Charlie? Almost like a replica of Fleur, aside from the dimples," he says, grinning wolfishly.

But she isn't exactly like her sister, you can see the differences. While Fleur has a grin that is so wide and perfect that you think she must practice in front of the mirror to perfect it, her sister has a small smile that only just reveals the dimples in her cheeks.

But you nod and agree, smiling at Bill. "What's her name, anyway?" you ask.

Bill looks up from his paper. "Gabrielle," he mutters.

A pretty name, for a pretty girl you think, before heading out to the garden.


Over the following days, you get to know Gabrielle Delacour much more than you would have ever expected. You learn that she loves the colour purple, adores the French language, and likes nothing better than spending a day out in the garden with you.

You count the light freckles on her dainty nose (eleven), and see her smile so much you are able to memorise it. You make her a bracelet out of daisy and love to make her giggle, you adore her laugh, so light and perfect. Just like her.

She's a lot brighter than you'd expect, brighter than she gives herself credit for. Gabrielle is top of the class at Beauxbatons and she knows more spells and potions than any girl of her age.

And it seems nothing can break you apart, not even petty fights about the wedding, it seems that you will head the same way as Bill and take Gabrielle with the beautiful smile to be your wife, and love her forever.

Until one day, exactly one day until the wedding, the wedding in which you planned to confess your feelings and hope that she felt the same way too, she lead you out to the garden with one hand, and a sad smile on her face. You follow, concerned about whether of not this is actually happen, and Merlin, could your heart hurt that much when it breaks and tears?

She tells you she is too be married off, that she's sorry, she wants nothing more than to be with you forever. Tears cascade down her face, but you make no movement to help her, just stand there, numb. She sniffles loudly, staring at you with the blankest expression.

"Who is he?" you manage to spit out.

Who is the man that has taken these feelings, this joy away from you in a single instant, and crushed your heart into millions upon millions of tiny little pieces? Who has taken your Gabrielle away?

"His name is Draco Malfoy, I think," she says, wiping her tears. "I hardly know him!"

And then something happens.

You actually realize why this is happening. You would have laugh if it was actually entertaining, if you would it funny.

She knows that you have no money, and regardless of her feelings, she will never marry you nor enter a serious relationship with you. She needs money to live, and by God the Malfoy's can provide all the money that she needs in the world.

"It's alright," you say, trying to pretend that your heart isn't breaking, and you wouldn't like anything more in the world than go to your room and cry, and then eventually break something. She sniffles.

"I would have chosen you," she murmurs. "If I had an actual choice, I mean." She mumbles something in French, before forcing a sad smile up at you. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," you repeat.

Time to pick up the pieces of your fragile heart, again.


God, now I like writing Charlie & Gabrielle. :/ Too many relationships to write about, not even enough time! :( For this theory has been disproven, for the Drabble Request Thread at HPPFC! :DD Review?