Gabrielle was absolutely lovestruck. She had a wonderful fiancee: thoughtful, kind, handsome. She loved his family, all six five siblings and his parents adored her. Things were looking wonderful for everyone; the world was finally looking a little brighter after the war.
She made her way down the stairs at the Burrow, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was staying with the Weasley's while she and Ron looked for their own place after the wedding. The smell of bacon wafted up to her guest room and she was instantly awake.
"Good morning, Meesis Veasley," she greeted the matron, taking her side at the stove. "Can I 'elp viz someving?"
"Oh, Gabrielle, how many times must I ask you to call me Molly?"
"At least once more, Meesis Veasley," she responded with a charming smile.
Molly blushed, adoring the part-Veela's manners. "Yes, well, I'm just about done. The tea is ready though, if you'd like some. You know where the cups are, don't you, dear?"
"Of course, madame."
The blonde woman, now a blossomed 22-year-old, poured herself a cup of black tea and sat at the old table.
"I 'ad ze strangest dream last night, Messis Veasley."
"Oh?" Molly asked, her interest piqued. She placed a large plate of bacon in front of her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "What was it?"
Gabrielle blushed, feeling foolish. "It vas of me and Ronald. Ve sat at zis very tableau – sorry, table – and ve vere just looking at carottes. Carotte after carotte. Carotte stew, carotte juice, carotte...'ow you say... cake?" A giggle escaped her, "It seems so veird now zat I say eet outloud."
She took a piece of bacon into her mouth and savoured it. Molly wanted nothing more than to giggle along with the blonde. "You said it was...just you and Ronald at the table, dear?"
The younger woman nodded, "Mmhm, seemply staring at carottes and carotte foods. Eesint eet strange, madame?" The mix of bacon and maple was heaven on her tongue.
Molly's face nearly matched her hair, though Gabrielle did not seem to notice. "Oh, dear. I see. And are you feeling well?"
"Eet vas just a dream, madame. No need to be concerné...madame?"
The redhead jumped out of her seat, rushed to the kitchen counter and reached for her wand.
"Madame," Gabrielle called, concern filling her crystal-blue eyes.
"It's okay, dear, really. I just want to do a quick spell, make sure everything is fine."
Standing at five-foot-six, Gabrielle slowly walked towards the frantic woman. "Ees...everysing alright?"
"Yes, yes of course. Just a quick little spell, won't hurt a bit."
Molly's wand did a quick circle around Gabrielle's torso, a gold flurry of magic left in its wake. The gold shimmered and turned to a hazy silver before sputtering into orange. Molly's eyes went wide.
"Yes, of course! Oh, how wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Madame?" Gabrielle inquired, confusion evident on her beautiful face.
"Gabrielle, in this family, when a woman dreams of carrots it indicates that she may be fertile or...with child."
"I do not understand, madame."
"My dear... you're pregnant."
"Pregnant? Enceinte? Avoir un bébé?"
Molly's flushed face nodded excitedly, "Yes, you're going to be a mum! And Ron-" she gasped, "Ron's going to be a father! Oh, Gabrielle, this is so exciting!"
"I'm going to be a mozer," the blonde recited, a combination of shock and glee washing over her.
And on that day, an almost-daughter and an almost-mother relished in dreams of carrots - over bacon.
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A/N: I wrote this for two separate challenges. They are listed below.
The Dream challenge: Carrot - abundance and fertility.
The Alphabet Pairing challenge: Ron and Gabrielle
I hope I did Gabrielle's accent okay. I didn't want to overdo it but I also didn't want her to sound completely British, either. It's a fine line...