A/N: Well, here's the second chapter! Last chapter I forgot to thank Sunlight Girl, my beta, so let's give it up for Sunlight Girl! You really should check out her stories sometime.

Disclaimer: Someday I will take over J.K. Rowling and all her people and own

Harry Potter, but for now I own nothing.

Banned Love

Chapter Two

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle, wake up! Oh, Gabrielle, come! You must see!"

"Go back to bed, Ralph. It's too early," Gabrielle mumbled as she turned over on her bed.

"No! It's nine o' clock! And there's this really pretty bluebird outside that you must see!"

"Can't you take Fleur or Ginny or anyone else but me?"

"No! Mum and Aunt Ginny both said to get you!

"Oh, all right!" Gabrielle sat up in bed and finally opened her eyes. The room was exploding with light. Could it really have been nine in the morning?

Gabrielle shuddered to think of what it would be like that afternoon.

"Well, we're not going to get anywhere by just sitting here! Come on, come on, get moving!" Four-year-old Ralph was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. This made Gabrielle suspicious. Not even he could be this excited over a silly bluebird.

As she got up and grabbed her robe she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Why, oh why couldn't she have silky, silvery hair like her sister's? Sure, her golden locks were far more beautiful than any whole-human's, but it was so much work! Fleur could wake up and not have to do anything to her hair, but Gabrielle wouldn't dare go out of her bedroom before attacking that mass that was her hair.

"Gabrielle! Come on!"

She sighed as she laid down her brush, her hair looking one-eighth better.

Ralph grabbed her hand and dragged her downstairs. Instead of dragging her to the front door, though, he dragged her towards the kitchen. She figured he was taking her to the backyard.

When they entered the kitchen, however, it was a very different story. Her sister, brother-in-law, and practical family were all downstairs, waiting for her. Mrs. Weasley was holding out a cake for her, and only then did she remember that it was August 4th, 2002, her sixteenth birthday. "Happy birthday, Gabrielle!" they all cried as a huge smile crossed her face.

"You guys did all this for me?" True, the house had been strewn with streamers and confetti was everywhere (including in her hair, since Gred and Forge had sneaked up behind her and showered her in confetti). One by one, they all took her in a hug, starting with her sister and ending with Harry. His was fairly special to her. He had grabbed her in a huge hug while whispering in her ear, "Happy birthday, Gabby." It had sent chills down her spine. She sighed, sitting down just as other close friends, like Lupin and Luna, arrived. They joined the party as cake (which was actually layers and layers of pancakes stuck together with butter and syrup) was being served.

After she had finished, Gabrielle was showered with presents. Her favorite was from Harry, a beautiful silver bracelet with sapphires encrusted in it. Her heart soared when she received this gift. She put it on immediately.

Once everyone had gotten dressed, the twins challenged her to a game of Quidditch, saying it wasn't a party without some kind of game. She accepted, but didn't get Harry, seeing as they were both seekers.

Her team won.

Gabrielle looked at the clock. 10:59 PM. Perfect. Everyone was asleep. She grabbed her robe and looked in the mirror. She looked much better than she had when she first woke up. 'Tonight I'm going to do it. Tonight I'm going to get him.'

She sneaked into the hall and tip-toed until she found what she was looking for.

Harry glanced up as he heard a creak. Gabrielle was at his doorway. She had a look on her face that seemed to say, 'I want this. Now.'

"Bonjour, Harry," she whispered, the expression remaining.

"G-Gabrielle," he stuttered as she glided in and pushed the door closed behind her. "I-is something wrong?"

"No, Harry, not at all." The words seemed to glide out of her mouth as she pointed her wand at the door. The tip glowed a faint shade of purple, but nothing else seemed to be happening.

"What were you doing?" Harry asked as Gabrielle turned back to him.

"Oh, nothing," Gabrielle sighed. In truth, it was a silencing spell combined with a locking spell, which Luna had taught her.

"You're underage, Gabrielle. You shouldn't have done that."

"Harry," Gabrielle sighed, her French accent long gone, "I am the only underage witch in a house full of overage witches and wizards. They probably couldn't even tell it was me."

"Okay... So, what are you doing in here?"

She smirked. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

All this time she had been inching towards his bed. Now she was sitting so close her face was inches away from his. He gulped.

"Gabrielle..."

She put a finger to his lips. "Shh, Harry. Silence is golden."

Oh God.

As she leaned in, Harry was having one of his famous brain battles:

'Stop!'

'Why?'

'She's too young!'

'So?'

Before the "con" voice could say anything else, her lips were on his. They were soft and gentle. Letting instinct take over, he kissed her back fully. She pulled a tiny distance away.

"I want you, Harry."

A/N: Well, what do you think? Maybe they should be careful...

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