Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
AN: Written for the Secret Crush on Harry challenge by Paimpont. It's too late, but I liked the idea so much…well you get the idea.
AN2: This fic contains scenes of a sexual nature between an adult male and an underage teenage girl. I do not approve of underage sex, but felt it was relevant to the story.
He was kissing her.
Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, vanquisher of the Dark Lord and incredibly handsome man was actually kissing her!
It was the middle of the night when she had opened the door to Harry. When she had let him into her small room at the Burrow to talk about 'something important'.
Gabrielle had not believed it possible. She was a thirteen year old girl and he was a grown man, but somehow he felt the same way about her as she did about him. It didn't seem possible. At his wedding only a month ago, he barely seemed to notice her, deliriously happy with his wife Ginny. At the time, she had taken to staring at him discretely whenever she could. (Fleur had told her not to stare, that she was not as discrete as she liked to think, but what did she know?) Gabrielle couldn't help herself. He was so handsome and brave and powerful and kind and even his voice with the cute accent…
As Harry deepened the kiss, Gabrielle let out a slight moan. Harry kissed her exactly the same way her boyfriend Marc used to kiss her. Well ex-boyfriend as of earlier today. It was the kind of kiss that she used to melt into. Like Harry, Marc was older than her, abeit by only two years.
She could feel Harry's hand pulling at her school robes, just like other boys had done at school. Boys who thought that just because she was part veela, she was easy. But Harry wasn't like that, she was sure and she grabbed at his robes. If he wanted to express his feelings like that, she wanted to help him.
There was a ringing sound. An annoying, persistent ringing sound that continued to drill through her ears. It rang and rang and rang and Harry began to vanish. Gabrielle cursed as the vague surroundings vanished and her eyes slowly opened.
"Time to wake sleeping beauty," one of her roommates said and Gabrielle let out a curse.
Instead of the Burrow, she was surrounded by the majestic chateau of Beauxbatons Academy. Unlike her dream, she had no male company to warm her bed and definitely no Harry Potter.
The alarm rang once more and Gabrielle sighed. Grabbing her uniform, she walked into the showers to think. This had been the third time she had this dream since Harry and Ginny had married. Surely that had to mean something? Was Harry's subconscious sending her a message?
As the shower sent water running down her body and Gabrielle closed her eyes. She could dream at least. She might not have Harry Potter and he would almost certainly never notice her, but she could at least dream. At least nobody else knew about her embarrassing crush.
Then again, people had said that it was impossible for Harry Potter to defeat Voldemort. Maybe the impossible would happen again and with a little help from her growing veela charms and growing body, she would finally snare him. Or something would happen to Ginny and he would fall into her arms.