Chapter Two of A Love As True As Mine:

Ten points to whoever can spot the Gone With the Wind line in this chapter.  I hope everyone figured out that was what Gabrielle was quoting (along with Goodfellas) in Chapter One.

            "Oh my god!" Gabrielle shrieked, laughing hysterically as Harry downed another pint, slamming it onto the table before sliding down below said table.  "Harry!  Ha!"

            "Ugh," Harry groaned, burping loudly.  Struggling to stand, he whacked his head on the bottom of the table with a resounding thump. "Ow!"

            "You ok?  Harry, Harry, Harry.  What am I going to do with you?" she laughed, standing up and then dragging him out from under the table, protecting his head so he didn't bump it again.  "Can I not take you anywhere?"

            He allowed her to help him to stand, though he weaved quite a bit.  "There's two of you.  Since when were you a twin?"

            Gabrielle shook her head, straightening his glasses.  "Better now?"

            "Oh look.  Just one again.  Too bad, heh heh, too bad.  Get it?" he mumbled, finding it hilarious apparently as he began laughing at his own bad joke.

            "Yes, I get it, Harry.  Why don't you sit down while I settle the tab?" she suggested, trying to push him backwards into his chair.

            "No, I'll do it," he argued, taking a step forward and stumbling.  From behind, Gabrielle caught him around the waist, keeping him upright.  Harry turned quickly and after the world stopped spinning, he smiled down at her, "Gabs, you're my hero.  I love you."

            "Harry," she gasped, her breath catching as he swayed towards her.  "Harry don't!" she spat, pushing him onto the chair.  "You're drunk and you don't mean what you're saying.  I doubt you'll even remember half of this tomorrow when you're done puking your guts out."

            "You're cute when you get angry.  You're cheeks flush and your eyes darken," he whispered huskily, threading his fingers through her hair.  "And it makes me wonder what would happen if I kiss…"

            "Stop!" Gabrielle ordered, jerking away from him.  "Please stop," she choked, tears forming in her eyes as she grabbed her bag of money from the table and strode towards the bar.  Glancing back towards the table, she saw he was staring at her.  Looking away, she swiped at the tears which were now streaming down her face.

            "You ok, darlin'?" the burly bartender asked concernedly.

            "No," she sniffed, shaking her head.  "But I will be."

            "Well, he gives you any problems, just let me know, ok little lady?"

            She nodded, wondering from what decade this guy was from and then turned to walk back to their table.  "How am I supposed to take you home?  You can hardly stand!" she complained as he continued to stare at her.

            "You're so pretty.  Did you know your hair is the colour of sunlight?  Bet you didn't even think sunlight had a colour but it does…" he trailed off as his head fell onto the table.

            "Harry?  Oh no, no.  Don't pass out on me.  Come on, please," she begged, lifting his head from the table by his hair.  "Harry?"

            "Hello gorgeous," Harry sighed, blinking repeatedly hoping to clear his hazy vision.

            "Can you stand up?  Oh god, I should have thought of this sooner…  Maybe before you had your sixth or seventh pint…" she mused, pulling him into a standing position.

            "Can't go home…"

            "Why not?"

            Harry laughed, his head falling backwards and then forward to rest against her shoulder.  "Don't have one."

            "What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked, trying not to inhale his scent.  Lord he smelled good, a mixture of his spicy aftershave and the ale he'd been drinking all night.

            "I was living with Ginny.  Can't go home now…"

            Gabrielle stiffened at the implication of that statement.  He wasn't just engaged to her, he was sleeping with her.  The thought of her Harry in bed with…  It made her want to gag.  She took a deep breath to settle her stomach as he leaned back on his heels, watching her intently.  "Then…  We'll get you to Hogwarts then.  You can sleep it off there."

            "Won't your roommates mind?" he asked quietly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

            "You're not going to be in my room!  I don't like you so much drunk."

            "Gabby, I ain't so very drunk," Harry teased in a slightly slurred, bad Southern accent.

            "Yes you are.  Ashley was shot.  You're just drunk."

            Harry smiled, tightening the hold around her waist as he began to nuzzle her neck.  "You smell good.  Like flowers."

            "Harry…  You shouldn't be doing this," Gabrielle whispered, knowing she had to resist but not wanting to fight him.  "We're both going to regret…"

            He stopped her by pressing his finger against her mouth.  "Ssshhh…." he whispered seductively, his lips moving closer to hers.  "I've wanted to do this for a long time," he admitted shyly before kissing her.