Title: Très Belle Rating: G for femmeslashy kissy stuff
Disclaimer: I own none of this; it all belongs to JK Rowling / WB
Notes: Gabrielle/Ginny. French is off of Altavista's translator, as I know next to none (edit: Thanks for your help, Nelja!). Written for the Springtime of Seduction challenge over at hpgirlslash.

Ginny looked in the speckled and hazy mirror, over her shoulder at the bright head with its keen eyes peering down at her. Slim, pale fingers threaded through her hair, massaging her scalp, and she shivered.

"Mum calls these French plaits, but I don't suppose you do in France, do you? Comment les appelez-vous?" What do you call them? she asked.

"De tresses." Gabrielle smiled shyly, or what would have been shyly if she were not pressed up so close behind Ginny. The room felt very warm.

Whenever Mum had done Ginny's plaits before, it had hurt, with a lot of pulling and pinning strands of hair, leaving her with very tender scalp. But Gabrielle was gentle, so gentle Ginny hardly felt it – or she could have just been distracted by the warm breath in her ear, or the electric brushes of skin against skin.

The sensation was completely foreign to her, and the entire experience seemed just not right. Girls braiding hair like everyday friends, in an ancient crumbling house that's haunted with memories and secrets. One with flame-red hair and shabby clothing, the other, an alluring ice-princess with an almost coy manner.

"Finished," Gabrielle finally said in her accented English, her voice like silver, Ginny thought. The redhead turned around to look at her, and Gabrielle's lips brushed against her cheek. Ginny flushed bright pink, stammering, but the other girl just smiled.

She smells like rose petals, Ginny thought.

Roses are her new favorite flower.

"I am pretty, no?" Gabrielle asked.

Pretty? Like icicles and snowdrops and cold diamonds. Like winter and its clear skies, arctic rabbits, frosted perfume bottles that cost far too much. More than Ginny ever hoped to have.

"Très belle, Gabrielle. More than pretty."

"Kiss me."

She couldn't say no.