A/N: I'm not going to lie, this is not one of my better stories. I couldn't get the 7 year age difference past me, and I frankly don't see the two of them together at all. I wish I could've made this piece flow smoother, but this is all I could manage. Thank you for reading, anyways!
"Mind if we sit here?" Seamus asked the girl in the pew. The girl moved her small bag to the floor and made the two men room. They waited for the ceremony to begin, the light piano music stalling. The girl stared in front of her, while Seamus attempted to hide his glances at her face.
"Dean, chill for a minute," Seamus whispered to his friend.
"Growing up so fast, aren't they?" Seamus blurted to the girl sitting next to him. She nodded a smile. "Known Harry since I was a first year, I have. Haven't seen him for six years."
"Ginny and I are practically related," Gabrielle said with a chuckle. Dean nudged to Seamus.
"I don't remember her from when I was dating Ginny!" Dean whispered.
"You haven't dated her for an entire eight years, you dunce!"
"Is that Professor Flitwick marrying them, mate?" Seamus laughed and nodded in agreement.
The ceremony began moments afterwards. "We are gathered here today, for a little ceremony that will fuse the large union of Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley together," Professor Flitwick began.
"The only thing that'll be short about this ceremony is him," Seamus joked to Gabrielle. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laugh.
The wedding ended, and with a blink of an eye, the crowd of hundreds diminished into few.
Seamus and Dean socialized for an hour or two as they ate, and afterwards made it to the bar.
"Oh there's that girl," Dean mentioned to his friend.
"I never had a chance to ask you your name?" Seamus approached the blonde girl, smiling as he did so.
"Gabrielle," she said with a smile.
"Seamus," he said. "Do I hear an accent?"
"You should hear a French one, though this alcohol may be influencing an accent of its own," she blushed. "Do I hear one on you?"
"Irish," he smirked. "A French and an Irish meet in England. How unlikely."
Gabrielle laughed, and watched as her glass refilled itself.
"I'm really happy for Harry and Ginny," she said watching them. "I wonder sometimes 'ow is it like to be happy."
"You look quite happy yourself, if I may say so," Seamus said, attempting to move his gaze from her face.
"I mean in love..." she said "I never 'ad luck with love you know." She laughed softly at her words. "Sorry I shouldn't annoy you with that." Her accent came out thick with her solemn words.
"You aren't supposed to be sad at weddings, Gabrielle. That's bad luck for the couple!"
"Oh 'alf the people 'ere are thinking the same thing," Gabrielle said, rolling her eyes. "Are you?"
Seamus shrugged and downed the rest of his drink. "What do I know, really?"
"Pity for you. You're quite an attractive monsieur yourself," she smiled at him.
"What are you doing tonight, Gabrielle?"
"How do I know you?" Seamus asked. He furrowed his eyebrows at the girl laying beside him. Unrobed and nearly asleep, Gabrielle touched Seamus' face with a finger.
"I'm Fleur Delacour's younger sister."
They lay silent for a moment. Seamus darted his eyes from her face.
She woke to an empty bed and a white note on the table before her.
Gabrielle,
I wish I could stay. You were enchanting. I enjoyed every minute I had the pleasure spending with you.
As soon as I realized who you were, regret flooded my system. You are a charming young lady, but many years younger than I.
I hope I cheered you up a bit from your sad thoughts earlier. I hope you won't leave England with any regrets, only memories to cherish.
-Seamus Finnegan