Gabrielle Delacour

Ron was wandering around the school grounds trying to find his best mate, Harry Potter. The last few weeks were pretty rough since Ron falsely accused Harry of cheating his way into the tournament and believed him to be an attention seeker. Now that the first task was over (which two days had passed since), Ron realized how wrong he was and needed to reconcile with Harry. Ron finally spotted Harry over by the Beauxbatons carriage, where the flying horses were kept. Harry was helping a girl with platinum-blonde hair (who appeared to be thirteen or fourteen) in tending to one of the flying horses.

'Fleur! My dream girl!' thought Ron in excitement, as he opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out, completely getting himself sidetracked in making amends with Harry.

Ron slowly began walking towards the girl who looked like Fleur, his heart thumping in his chest as he kept ogling the girl. It was when he was fifteen feet away did Harry and the girl finally notice the redhead. Ron realized that the girl wasn't Fleur, but that she resembled her.

"So you've finally come crawling back to me?" said Harry with contempt dripping from his voice. "I don't want any excuses, Ron."

"Come on, Harry!" Ron pleaded. "I'm trying to make it up to you."

"You had plenty of time to do that, Ron," said Harry seriously. "During the days preceding the first task. Since the first task ended a couple days ago, your decision to turn your back on me became final. If that hungarian horntail managed to kill me, you wouldn't have been able to make amends with me. If Hermione, Neville, and even Fred and George along with the rest of my fellow teammates could stay by my side wholeheartedly, you should've done the same."

"Exactly," the girl told Ron, equally serious. "Harry won the task without your help. You should be ashamed of yourself for ditching him, but you won't be getting his friendship back."

"Are you related to the Beauxbatons champion, Fleur?" asked Ron.

"Yes, I'm her sister, Gabrielle, or Gabby for short," said the girl in a mildly irritated voice. "And I saw you giving me that lustful look. Fleur has to deal with that as much as I do. We may have some veela traits, but we want friends who like us for who we are and we want mates who are more concerned about inner beauty than outer beauty."

"What does brushing a pegasus have to do with that?" asked Ron.

"These flying horses are abraxans, Ron," said Gabby irritably. "Harry and I were using the opportunity to brush one as a moment of bonding. I knew how he felt when his name came out of that wretched goblet, we both know what it's like being treated as outcasts."

"Yes, and I actually met Gabby at the Quidditch World Cup," Harry revealed to his former best mate, with Gabby nodding her head to confirm it. "I've been staying in touch with her since. I think it's time for you to get your just rewards."

Harry helped Gabby onto the back of the abraxan they were brushing, before he got on himself. Then the winged horse walked over to Ron and picked him up by the back of his shirt with it's mouth before taking off into the skies. Gabby had her arms wrapped around Harry's waist, which felt so good to her. The abraxan flew over the forbidden forest while it still dangled a frightened Ron in it's mouth.

"I thought about having you dropped in Aragog's hollow," Harry sneered to Ron. "But that would've been too easy. Gabby and I have something better in mind." The flying horse flew over to one of the school towers and dropped Ron off.

"Take the door over there," Gabby told Ron, pointing a finger in the direction. "ANd something wonderful will occur."

Thinking his punishment was cancelled, Ron hurried over to the door and opened it as the abraxan flew back towards the Beauxbatons carriage. Once he walked in, Ron started falling face forward in some sort of pitch-black void. Then his fall slowed down before landing on top of someone, where they both responded with an 'oof.' Ron could tell it was a girl because he felt her breasts on his torso even though they were wearing clothes. When some kind of light turned on, Ron was able to get a good look at the girl he was laying on top of. Then he widened his eyes in sheer horror to discover that the girl was Pansy Parkinson (a fourth-year pug-faced Slytherin girl, who looked just as horrified as Ron).

"WEASLEY!" Pansy screamed out at the top of her lungs. "GET OFF ME RIGHT NOW!"

Ron desperately tried to do so, but he and Pansy were stuck in place. Their struggling to get away was giving off the impression that they were making love to each other. To make it worse for them, they were in the presence of countless students (including the foreign one) with amused expressions.

"OOOOHHHHHHH!" taunted the students. "Weasley and Parkinson sitting in a tree, kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-in-gee! First comes lo-ove, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!"

As hard as they tried freeing themselves, Ron and Pansy found themselves stuck right where they were. The witnessing students continued watching with intense interest. Meanwhile, the abraxan finally flew back down to the pen holding it's relatives, allowing Harry and Gabby to dismount.

"Maybe we shall see if Fleur has any food ready," said Gabby. "Would you like to join us for lunch, Harry?"

"Sure, Gabby." Harry replied with a smile, accepting the offer.

Gabby politely grabbed Harry's hand and showed him inside the Beauxbatons carriage. With Harry free from Ron's negative influence, he could now associate himself with better people. For once, things were working out in his favour.

The End!

Author's note: Another one-shot finished!" Which girl should Harry be paired with in the next one-shot? Please let me know in a review or a PM, happy reading!