Wow, I didn't think I would actually get anything on my first chapter. Thanks! Especially to EllianaHoranWeasleyGreenleaf , your feedback was appreciated (:

The story has now fast forwarded 10 years. It's Ron and Hermione's wedding, and it is the next time Gabrielle and Seamus come face to face. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Their Next Meeting

Gabrielle fiddled with her light blue dress, the sheer hem soft under her fingers. The dress was elegant enough for this wedding, but casual enough for the party afterwards. The spaghetti straps and light blue heels that accompanied the outfit made Gabrielle feel a bit more grown up than she had at Bill and Fleur's wedding. After all, she was 18 now, and 11 then.

She just wanted the ceremony to START, for Christ's sakes. She was bored of Fleur chatting amiably with their mother beside her, and her father was too busy fixing his top hat.

So, to be frank, Gabrielle was surrounded by people who weren't socializing. She did not feel the need to attempt conversation.

All of a sudden, several gasps from the back of the room made her turn in her seat to focus on the spectacle. Hermione had just walked in.

"Oh, she eez DIVINE!" sighed Fleur. Gabrielle nodded. Hermione was on Hagrid's arm (her own parents were something no one really wished to talk about) and Ginny and Luna trailed behind her, both in flowy, pink dresses.

Hermione herself was in a satin white ball gown of sorts, her hair twisted into a bun, with a few ringlets by the side. She seemed to glitter like a gem before us all.

The room turned its attention to Ron at the front of the room (Ron was his name, the boy who helped Harry save me when my own sister could not), who was accompanied by none other than Harry. Both were beaming, but Harry seemed to be looking slightly past Hermione. At Ginny, of course.

Gabrielle slumped a little in her seat. Fleur had Bill. Hermione had Ron. Ginny had Harry.

And Gabrielle had her pillow. A lovely relationship, indeed.

The ceremony went well. Ron and Hermione were smiling sweetly at each other the entire time. It was actually quite cute, the way they were so obviously in love. I looked around the room at the other guests. The Weasley bunch were easy to spot. Some old friends of the happy couple's from the Hogwarts years had come. The Order (what was left of it at least) was obviously there.

A glimpse of a devilish grin. A glance of sandy brown hair. Surely it wasn't...?

Gabrielle shook her head and settled back into my seat. The boy from long ago had stayed fresh in her mind, throughout these past 10 years. He was just so intriguing, to her.

After the ceremony was the reception. The backyard wedding tent at the Weasley's soon became a dance floor. Gabrielle meandered over to an empty table and twiddled with her glass of firewhiskey. She tapped her heeled toe to the beat of the music. Everyone had dancing partners, it seemed.

Gabrielle picked at the edge of her heel, and didn't even notice when someone walked over to her. She only looked up when she saw a shiny, polished dress shoe appear in her line of vision.

And he was right there. Miraculously.

"Why so glum, chum?" he asked in a cheerful voice. She gave a small laugh as he sat down next to her, carrying his own glass of firewhiskey.

"Weddings are just... not really my thing," Gabrielle replied. He nodded and grinned at her.

"They're officially overrated," he agreed. Gabrielle smiled down at the ground again. She jumped a little when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Why aren't you dancing?" he asked. She shrugged and replied, "No one to dance with."

His hand slid down to hers and he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. She looked up at him with trepidation and baited breath.

"Want to change that?" he asked, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of the tent.

Gabrielle gave a small nod and they rose from the table, entering the throng of people on the dance floor. They began to dance with everyone else, moving to the beat of the music, and each other.

When the dancing was over for the night, he extended her arm and bent down to kiss her hand.

"Gabrielle, right?" he asked in a light tone.

Gabrielle gave him a rare, wide grin. "Indeed. Seamus, oui?"

He stood up and gave her a charming smile. "Oui oui."

He left with a tall, african american man Gabrielle could only assume was his friend. She sank into one of the seats around a table with a sigh.

Some night.