A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the HP-verse and blah blah blah...
A/N 2: Make sure to read the AN at the bottom to understand the purpose of this fic and how you, the reader, can help me continue.
Pairing: Harry Potter x Gabrielle Delacour
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance/Drama
Drabble Prompt: Gabrielle watches her crush at the bar and doesn't know it's Harry
Tags: AU, OOC
Gabrielle Delacour watched as the wizard she fancied turned away another hopeful witch and Gabrielle smiled into her drink. For the past hour the wizard sat at the bar, eating peanuts and putting away an impressive amount of whiskey as he talked with the bartender. Witches of all body types, ages, and profession would gather up their courage and try and win the wizards attentions but he turned down all pursuers with a disarming smile and shake of his head.
"You should try your luck Gabby instead of just staring at him all night."
"I am waiting for the opportune moment."
Gabrielle disregarded her friend Verity's comment and continued to watch the wizard. He appeared to know the bartender quite well as the witch washed glasses underneath the bar in front of him unless she had a customer to help.
"I don't know Gabby. Sooner or later that cutie is going to say yes and leave this bar with a witch on his arm. I really don't feel like dealing with your moping and general nastiness because you were too chicken to go talk to the bloke."
Gabrielle turned her head to pierce Verity with an impressive glare and tilted her head to the side as she slipped into what her friends affectionately or scarily referred to as 'bitch mode'. Verity remained un-fazed and sipped at her own drink.
"First I don't mope and second, the man is free to do as he pleases."
"Fine then. I'll take a crack at him and see if I have any better luck. Goodness knows that I need a good lay and he looks like the sort that can rock my world."
Verity took a long pull of her drink, set it down, and slid off her chair at the table. She fixed her cute little dress and began to walk over to the bar. Without thinking Gabrielle slid off her own chair and pulled Verity behind her by the crook of her elbow. Gabrielle glared at her friend and fixed her own mini-dress.
"You have a boyfriend Verity. Remember?"
"Who? Charlie? We're on the outs as it is…"
Gabrielle pushed Verity back up onto her chair and with a deep breath walked over to the bar. The closer she got the more frightful her nerves became and it was only with supreme effort that Gabrielle slid onto a stool next to the fanciable wizard and ordered another drink.
"Come on now Tracey, there is no way that I'm going back there and cleaning up his mess…again."
"All I'm saying is that he is your best mate and you two always have each other's backs."
"But he's being a right git this time around and only took on the job because Hannah kicked his arse out for being stupid."
Gabrielle played with the deck of cards nearby as she listened in on the conversation between the handsome wizard and the bartender. Up close Gabrielle could see that his messy, black hair was a deep, rich black colour and his eyes were an unearthly shade of green. In short, he was even more breathtaking up close.
"And you can pull his arse out of the fire and send him back home to Hannah who is worried sick about him."
"Is it her hormones that are cultivating her worry or is she actually worried about him?"
The last comment from the wizard got him smacked from the bartender with a dishtowel and the wizard held up his hands in surrender.
"Harry Potter stop being a git and go help Neville out would you?"
Gabrielle choked on her drink and steadied herself with a death grip on the bar. Her coughing fit drew the attention of the bartender and apparently one Harry-fricken-Potter. Gabrielle's throat cleared as the liquid vanished and the bartender poured a new drink for her.
"Easy there girl. I don't need you choking on my drinks or I'll be out of a job."
Gabrielle turned on her stool and looked at the famous black haired, green-eyed wizard. He regarded her with a cool, perceptive gaze and tossed his drink back with a tilt of his head.
"You're Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, surprise."
"No, no, no. I don't mean it in a bad way but I just wrote my dissertation on you and your revolutionary new tactics for your English Auror department."
Harry Potter had disregarded Gabrielle as he turned back to face the bartender but Gabrielle drew his attention again with her last comment. His hand stilled as he raised his glass halfway to his mouth but he cut his eyes over to her and then set it back down. The bartender, Tracey, smirked and refilled Gabrielle's glass without a word as the little blonde-haired witch had finished her drink in two gulps to steel her courage.
"You wrote a paper on me?"
"Well technically not about you, but the way that you spearheaded in turning your Auror department more militaristic and solidified the different sub-departments within the general Auror department."
Harry Potter set his empty glass down, facedown and turned on his stool to face Gabrielle head on. She flushed as the full power and magnitude of his gaze settled solely on her but she re-crossed her legs and smoothed down her dress.
"What is your name?"
"Gabrielle. Gabrielle Delacour. It's a pleasure to meet you face to face Mr. Harry Potter."
An hour later Gabrielle snorted indignantly and tossed her hair over her shoulder in frustration. Harry Potter sat right next to her and the two of them were arguing over Gabrielle's paper, which she happened to have an extra copy of in her bag. Harry Potter dissected her paper every direction and way and he argued with her on almost every point she had written. The thrill of debating the specifics and finer points in her paper had long since passed and fissures of desire raced up and down her spine now instead.
"All right let's take a break and agree to take this up at another time."
"If you say so but I think you're backing down because you know that you're going to lose."
Gabrielle smirked and looked at Harry underneath her eyelashes as she slipped her paper back into her bag. Harry chuckled and stood up. He held up a hand and his cloak along with Gabrielle's zoomed over. He slipped his cloak on and held Gabrielle's open for her to step into. She thanked him as he slid the light blue fabric over her shoulders and she shrank her bag to fit in her cloak pocket.
"Tracey, thanks for the drinks and conversation. Until I see you next…"
"Don't forget to bring back Neville before the end of the week Harry."
Harry sighed and waved his hand in a placating gesture. Gabrielle smiled because she knew, even with how little she actually knew about Harry Potter, that he would go rescue his friend from whatever mess he had gotten himself into. Harry left a small bag on the bar and led Gabrielle out of the bar with a hand on her lower back. All the women that had tried to get Harry to leave with them sighed or shot Gabrielle looks of loathing but Gabrielle ignored them with her head held high. She winked at Verity who smirked at her from their table and Gabrielle focused back in on what Harry Potter was saying as he led them out of the bar.
"So I figured that I could correct your way of thinking back at my place…."
A/N 3: Okay so I follow an author that was writing small drabbles for the fandom Pitch Perfect and each drabble is short (100-500 words) and centered around a single pairing (for those of you that have been following me for a while, you know that I struggle mightily with writing small ideas so expect 500-2,000 words 'drabbles'). For this drabble and any and all forthcoming drabbles I will flesh out the given idea but centered in the HP-verse. Here's the format for generating a drabble or idea that you want fleshed out:
1) Pairing: Harry x ? (no m/m but not adverse to multi-pairings)
2) Rating: (give me the general rating so I know whether to put a disclaimer for smut or whatnot)
3) Genre: (friendship, romance etc.)
4) Drabble Prompt: (I will NOT accept one word prompts or a few given words! Give me something to work with and a paragraph or two would be great)