Veela's objects of affection aren't always happy

AN: This is my first fic. I had always enjoyed the Gabrielle x Harry pairing, but none really fit my preferences. This is going to be a very, well, interesting story. It is not the average GDxHP story. Enjoy, and R&R!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! Only this measly soul and imagination.

She never really had an interest in boys. She thought she was lesbian, but she also had no interest in girls either. She never really had a good term for it; after a while, she had believed she was a-sexual. She had dreams of a certain black-haired green-eyed person, but she never had a real grasp on who he, or she was. She didn't remember, but whenever she had a dream of the person, she felt warm comfort. She always thought there was a reason she felt like this. Gabrielle was going to find it out.

Oh, so little she knew.

He had enjoyed Hermione's company, but so in a platonic fashion. He was extremely interested in Ginny, but he couldn't think of her that way; she was his best friends' sister, for gods' sake! He couldn't shake the feeling he wouldn't get the blessing of Ron, but the monster inside him wanted every part of him to be with Ginny, to have everything to do with her, to share her bed, but he couldn't do it. Not with the risk of losing the friend of a life-time. There was another thing about his interests; he had a feeling that he couldn't shake. Whenever he slept, he had dreams of a small child. He didn't pride himself on these thoughts, as they where shameful. A child! He was 16, not 10! He also reasoned that it could be platonic dreams, of perhaps, his future child with Ginny. It was impossible, as she has blond hair, with blue eyes. Neither of the two had any of those.

Whatever theory he came up with, he was either perverted, or his theory was completely impractical, or impossible. He had rooted out all of the impossible, the rest where perverted, shameful 'maybe's'. It was time for him to awake; he needed to go to class, after all.

"Wake up! We'll be late!" Ron all but yelled. "I don't like waking up early, but you, you take it to a different level, mate."

"Um, sleep, I'm, um, uh, tired." Harry wasn't completely lying. He also was having the most wonderful dream. He rested into his bed more, and Ron ripped the blankets off of him.

"Bloody hell! Your trousers are wet as a sick trolls handkerchief!" Ron went on, looking in surprise at his best mate's groin area in the trousers. "You havin' dreams about that Cho girl?" Ron had teased. He knew about their fling last summer, and he wasn't going to pass up a chance at getting a shot in. After all, that's what friends do.

"Shuddup!" Harry groaned. He got up to take a shower and change his trousers; he didn't like having sticky liquids in his pants all the time.

"Where are you going? We're going to be late!" Ron so graciously imparted his knowledge onto Harry. Not that Harry was ignorant to the fact; it was more a push to make him go faster.

"You can go, if you enjoy class so much." Harry grumbled.

"No, I just don't enjoy Hermione's yelling at us for being late." Ron mumbled back. Hermione did have a way to tell them they were late in the coldest fashion.

"I really don't think we'll be late if we skip breakfast." Harry passed to Ron.

"Skip breakfast!? Are you mad!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"Mad enough to skip breakfast in order to clean up? Well, yes." Harry replied with an irritated look in his eye.

"Well mate, I'm crazy enough to wait for you here, so hurry up." Ron said, as he leaned and slumped down against the a wall.

"Thanks." Harry called back as he headed for the wash room.

"Don't mention it. Really."

Defense against the Dark Arts, Year Six.

It was the last Defense class for the year. He had learned rather interesting things; never doubt that the dark arts were scary as fuck. They learned of a creature that lured magical children and lone travelers, ate their insides, and left a hollow corpse stuffed with dirt. It was interesting to learn how to defeat it, but why the hell would they go into the details of it? What the hell was this curriculum!

Time skip: Battle of the Astronomy tower

"SNAPE! COME BACK HERE! COWARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" Harry screamed. He was so, enormously livid.

"AVADA KEDEVRA!" Harry shouted as he pointed his wand at Severus. Snape was no fool; he quickly conjured a large rock to defend against the spell.

"Stupefy!" Snape yelled. In his blind rage, Harry didn't notice the spell hit him right in the chest. He collapsed shortly after.

TIMESKIP: Battle of Hogwarts

"Remorse. Feel truly sorry for what you did; it's the only way for you to get back your pieces." Harry told the dark lord.

"Do not patronize me, Harry Potter!" Voldemort spat. "I will kill you! I'll deal with Draco later." He yelled. Their spells collided; With his Horcruxes gone, Tom was no match for the sheer power of Harry's magic. Not only was Voldemort weakened considerably, but Harry was also extremely strong, even for his age.

Harry dealt with him quickly. Voldemort fell down mundanely. His eyes, lifeless. Harry realized he had gotten a rush; defeating dark wizards was his favorite hobby now.

TIMESKIP: Adult Harry

Harry, for the fourth time, had brought the Cannons to victory. He was going to join another team, but Ron would've never forgiven him. Winning the championship was an amazing feeling, almost as much a rush as killing Voldemort. He had a lot of money to spend, and he didn't feel like going out with a groupie and sleeping around. So, what better than to have a victory party with the Weasley's?

Once Harry had finally arrived, he was immediately greeted by an ecstatic Ron, happy Hermione, chatting Bill and Fleur, A grinning Fred and George, a discussing Ginny and Molly, and with each remark Molly said, Ginny seemed to blush. There was an Arthur sitting on the couch, sleeping, and a very nervous Fleur's sister sitting in the back.

'I know her!' Harry thought. 'There is some way I know her.'

Sorry for the short chapter, and major time skips. Please Read & Review. Flames will keep me warm at night.