AN: This is a story that was never even mentioned in the books or even hinted at but I always fantasized about these two getting together. They would be so cute together! So anyways this is the never before seen story of Gabrielle Delacour and Colin Creevey. When the words are italicized it means that it happened in the past. I do not own these characters although I do own the story that they go through in this fanfiction. PLEASE REVIEW! ENJOY!
The graveyard was eerily silent on the brisk spring day. Flowers left by family and friends were tossed in the wind. The place was almost deserted. Almost because a small girl stood alone in the centre of the graveyard. She was no older then 16 years or age and had long blonde hair. Even from far away, one could tell that she was extremely pretty. She was wearing a long blue dress that blew in the wind with a white shawl to cover her bare arms, but she didn't seem cold. Gabrielle Delacour was impervious to cold being a witch. If she had wanted to, she could have zapped herself a fire. But she didn't want to. She was too taken up by grief to pay any attention to anything but the tombstone before her. A single, perfect tear, slid down her face. Then another, and another, until she was practically sobbing. How could this happen? How had she not been there? If she had then maybe she could have saved him. But it was too late now. Colin Creevey was dead. Her one and only love was gone forever. Nothing could change that now. All that was left now was the past and the memories from it.
Gabrielle Delacour exited the large carriage that had brought the Beauxbatons students to Hogwarts. She looked up to see a large castle that was magnificent but old and tired looking at the same time. She shuddered at the cold air. Her older sister, Fleur Delacour, noticed her shiver and put her arm around her sister. Gabrielle had been thrilled when Fleur had demanded that Gabrielle be brought along. Finally she was going to have a proper adventure. Mme Maxine their principle was talking to an old, tall, bearded man who could only be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. She then ordered her students to follow her inside the castle. Once inside, Gabrielle couldn't help but stare at the beauty of the castle. Torches burned everywhere and gave a nice glow to the atmosphere. Moving pictures hung on every wall.
-"Yes" she thought, " this will be one hell of an adventure."