Fleeting and Fragile

By Nanaho-Hime

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

for thelightningstrike's alphabet challenge on the HPFC


It was such a fragile moment. He knew that at any minute it would crash, shatter, forever be lost in a sea of beautiful, delicate moments that just managed to escape the scope of his camera. For the first time since he had met her, and suffered through her irritable courting rituals, Gabrielle Delacour was stunning, lovely, irresistible.

They had gone out for the purpose of expanding his photography portfolio. Gabrielle, eager to prove herself, had clambered up the stone wall adroitly, and had balanced on top of it, throwing him playful smiles with a toss of her blonde head.

Her infatuation with him left him bewildered. What the hell did this young, drop dead gorgeous girl see in him? It wasn't as though he was particularly attractive, and he wasn't especially good at anything. He'd done everything he could to spurn her affections, but she just kept coming back.

"Give me zee camera Dennis, I have a wonderful view!" She chirped at him. Dennis feared she'd go tumbling over the stone wall and into the Seine River.

"Gabby, get down here!" Dennis squeaked nervously, fearing for her safety.

Gabrielle ignored him, threw back her blonde head and laughed.

"Gabby, I'm serious!"

She continued to ignore him, "What's your favorite thing about Paris, Dennis?"

He fidgeted impatiently, "The Eiffel Tower."

Gabby stared up at the old cathedral dreamily, "Really, because Notre Dame ees so beautiful it makes me cry."

And with that she took his breath away. She stared up at the cathedral through half-lidded eyes; her lips were curved up in the gentlest of half smiles. Her blonde hair billowed around her shoulders, wild and untamed. She mirrored the cathedral, and for the first time Dennis Creevey saw what made Gabrielle Delacour truly beautiful.

At that moment, it was almost as though she were made of glass, too perfect to be real, too easy to break. He didn't feel himself take a hold of the camera hanging on a strap around his neck. He couldn't remember taking that perfect picture, but he could remember praying that she wouldn't move.

It would be a masterpiece. He knew it would sell for the highest price of the pictures he took in Paris, but for some reason, he had the feeling that he wouldn't be selling it.

He was so very grateful for the ten second Gabrielle had stood still, because as soon as he took the picture, she turned around to smile at him impishly. She coquettishly leaped from the top of the brick wall, landing gracefully, and startling him out of his wits.

"Don't do that again, Gabby!" he snapped, slightly concerned that she had caught him taking the picture of her. He knew she would never let him live it down if she had, being the little demon she was.

When he had developed the photograph, he knew the perfect title.

Fragile, for a most perfect, fleeting moment


A/N: Reviews would be lovely so if you would?

This is sort of a companion piece to Unpredictable so if you don't really understand this I would advise reading that