Charlie Weasley and Gabrielle Delacour
AN: This probably going to be my last drabble for this collection. For NaNoWriMo, I'm writing Harry Potter in Draco Malfoy's perspective, titled "Heir". Watch out for that around December. I am still doing This Time.
He putted down his copy of the Prophet. His eyes tired from reading. It was not the small print that had bothered him. He found out that Gabrielle Delacour had just gotten married.
He never told anyone about his crush on her. It seemed inappropriate to him. The age difference was just the only issue he could not get himself to pass by.
Rubbing his temple, he recalled the first time he noticed her. The Yule Ball held at Hogwarts opened his feelings. She danced gracefully with her arms embraced him. He was rather hypnotized by her beauty. She was not at all vain like her sister, not cared about her appearance at all though she was pleased by her effect on males.
When he saw her again at the wedding of the Burrow, the little girl was growing into an enchanting quarter-Veela. Her figure was more prominent and he had a hard time concentrating on his brother's wedding. She was quite a sight: her silver blonde hair shined under the light, her perfect smile melted many people's hearts, and saucy sway she had as she walked. Thank Merlin that his mother was all too flustered to see him staring at Gabrielle. She had a ridiculous crush on Harry Potter. He was disgruntled by it, a bit jealous even.
He laughed bitterly into the cold living room. She was the love of his life. His heart ached. He will be a bachelor now. Gaby was the only girl for him. He finally understood unrequited love, the love of Severus Snape to Lily Evans. It seemed to him that he thrown himself to a similar situation.
After casting Incendio to the papers, he withdrew the bottle of Firewhiskey from the cupboard and drank to his abandon. He tried to bury his emotions, the mixture of bitter heartache and jealousy that he felt.
