A/N: This story is going to be pretty fluffy for a while between Gabrielle and Harry as Gabrielle is afraid to be too abrupt and Harry is, well, Harry and as you know he isn't the best when it comes to girls… Any matchups people want to suggest in a review is fine.

Gabrielle woke up the next morning happier than she had been in weeks. She walked to her closet humming to herself as she dressed herself in the light blue uniform of Beauxbatons. She put her long hair in a pony tail then she put on her hat and inspected herself in the mirror. Strands of her silver hair were tucked behind her ear and her blue eyes were sparkling. Her hand instinctively reached for the makeup she kept on her dresser, but she pulled it back, noticing in the mirror that her face already seemed to have makeup on it, she remembered not too long ago Fleur had mentioned something about this, she'd ask her later. Instead, she reached for her favorite perfume, she smelt it and smiled, it was her favorite scent, vanilla sugar, she sprayed herself with it and when she finished she returned it to its spot and smelt her hair which smelt as fragrant as a bouquet of flowers. She took a deep breath and thought to herself, Now I just have to play it cool, I can't be too strong on Harry, or he may get freaked out…

"Gabrielle! Come on!" Fleur's voice echoed into her head as she heard two loud raps on the door.

"Almost finished!" Gabrielle said, quickly running to her bedside table pulling out a small silver necklace that her Veela grandmother had given her, she kissed it for luck and then put it on. She walked out into the small hallway of the carriage where her sister was waiting for her, wearing an identical uniform, she said "Come on Gabrielle, let's go to Hogsmeade."

"Why there?" Gabrielle asked, "We have never gone before."

Fleur started walking and Gabrielle tagged behind, "Well, that is part of the reason, I have heard some really nice things about it from some of our classmates, and also," her voice dropped into an undertone, "Someone you know might be there." Gabrielle beamed, and her spirits soared as they left the carriage, it was a perfect day, the golden sun was shining bright, she knew nothing could go wrong.

_Later, in Hogsmeade_

"How much do we have to spend?" Gabrielle asked.

"Around…" she rummaged through her purse, "8 sickles, I would like to save the galleon in case of an emergency."

"Here," Fleur said, putting 3 sickles in Gabrielles hand, "Use it well. I will be at The Three Broomsticks if you need me."

"Thank you!" Gabrielle said happily taking the silver and stowing it away, a little bit later, the two girls were separated, Gabrielle followed a group of Gryffindor's into a big store called Honeydukes Sweet Shop where she saw Ron and Hermione at a sweets stand.

"Hello Ron, Hermione," she said brightly to them as she joined them at the stand. Ron turned towards her and looked around, probably looking for Fleur, Gabrielle thought with a slight twinge of annoyance. Hermione turned around smiled at her, "Hi Gabrielle, how have you been?"

"I'm good, have you seen Harry," Gabrielle said rather quickly, looking around hopefully. Hermione looked at her curiously for a minute and then said, "He went off to the robe shop, so he should be back soon, why?"

Gabrielle had suddenly realized how intimidating Hermione looked, she was a good head taller than her, and Gabrielle's voice abandoned her on the spot, she stared at Hermione for a second before replying to Hermione in a small voice, "I wanted to ask him… how… to… erm.. clean things…" her voice grew softer and softer with each word before becoming an almost inaudible whisper.

Hermione frowned slightly and Ron, having not seen Fleur, had gone back to examining the candy. GABRIELLE! She screamed to herself, how… how… STUPID, to clean things? Gabrielle began to get worried, Hermione was looking at her funny, which probably meant that she thought Gabrielle was stupid. She tried to smile but only managed a lip twitch. She stood there awkwardly until she heard someone say, "There you are Hermione, Ron, erm…. Gabrielle, why are you here?"

"Oh," Hermione said smiling slightly, "She wanted to ask you how to clean things."

Gabrielle blushed, her courage had fled her, she wanted to run away. She looked up and saw Harry with a pink bag in his hand, she could see the folds of a brightly colored outfit, her heart plummeted… He was seeing someone else, she knew it, that was a present for some other girl, but what could she expect, Harry had no interest in her. She bit her lip as she fought back tears at her sudden realization, and managed to choke out, "I-I've got to g-go, F-Fleur wants me,"

She barely managed to hold back the tears as she ran out of the shop, and the moment the doors closed, she released them. She couldn't stop crying, so she ran into an alley between Honeydukes and Zonkos, sat down and cried. Her eyes shut as her body shook. She was going to run away and live life as a hermit, there was no point in being happy, or having a pleasurable life, if she couldn't share it with Harry.

"Gabrielle…" she heard a gentle voice say, it was Hermione.

She stopped crying immediately and tried to say nonchalantly, "What?"

"Do you like Harry?" she asked gently.

"Is it that obvious?" she said frowning.

Hermione laughed and said, "Yes, but don't worry, Harry and Ron are both daft when it comes to signals, but I promise you I won't tell either of them. However, I am sorry for mocking you in there, I didn't know it would make you cry."

"No," she sniffled, "It isn't that. It is because of the…" Gabrielle trailed off and began to tear up again, Hermione held her shoulder and told her to calm down.

"Gabrielle, go find your sister and go back to the carriage, I am sure this has been a long day," Hermione gave her a hug and walked away.

Gabrielle composed herself and wiping her tears on her sleeve, she went and found Fleur at the Three Broomsticks.

"Can we leave?" Gabrielle asked.

"Ok," Fleur said sounding worried at the change in Gabrielle's tone since they had last talked, she left the money on the table and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Gabrielle sniffed.

They walked back to the castle in silence and as they approached the carriage she heard Harry's voice call out from behind her, "Gabrielle! I got you something because of my… erm… intrusion to your privacy yesterday," Gabrielle had turned around by this point and noticed him turn a little red, he quietly handed her a pink bag. She looked inside and saw it was a small pink set of pajamas, she squealed with delight and hugged Harry, her head buried in his chest. He awkwardly patted her on the head and when Gabrielle finally let go, he said "Well… bye then," and walked off towards the castle. Gabrielle beamed, the little hermit hove she had pictured herself in earlier was replaced with a beautiful chateau, as she thought about how wonderful her life in that house would be shared with Harry, until her sister said "Gabrielle, are you coming?"

Gabrielle snapped back to reality, and said kind of dazed, "Oh… right," she followed her sister into the carriage, went to her room, put on her new pajamas and went to sleep, dreaming about the beautiful house that her and Harry would one day live together in.