A/N: This is a short little chapter without much fluff, its main purpose is to show the bond Fleur and Gabrielle have which I don't think is expressed enough in a lot of Gabrielle fics, except for in some cases where it is expressed a little too much. And thank you everyone for your reviews, especially my reoccurring reviewers, Silo666, Marshall88, Slytherin66, and JohnnyK55555. I also thank everyone who subscribed to and favorite my story.

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Karl Skywalker, thanks a bunch for your review and your input, I plan to be nice to Ginny (However, there will be a little of tension between her and Gabrielle later on), I don't have anything against her ^^, but what do you mean about her being sister to Harry? And I am probably going to go with a Hermione/Ron curve, and Ginny I was planning to do with Dean, but I had forgotten about Neville, I might try that.

"I love you Gabrielle," Harry said, brushing his lips against hers, Gabrielle fell back on the bed as Harry got in with her. Gabrielle was looking at Harry with longing, and she took his hand it put it on her chest, Harry's fingers began to undo the top of her light blue robes when there was suddenly a bright flash of light, and Harry turned into a very obese Ron who was staring down at her. The vision snapped out of focus and Gabrielle woke with a start, her eyes were wide and her face was pale, a small bead of sweat fell off of her forehead.

"Fleur, we need to talk," Gabrielle said, sitting down on the sofa in the sitting room of the Beauxbatons carriage, Fleur looked at her, mildly surprised at her abruptness, but said, "If you want, but first, happy birthday!."

It took Gabrielle a moment to comprehend, she had completely forgotten, today was her birthday. "Oh… Right," she said rather dazedly, "Thanks, I completely forgot."

"What is on your mind?" Fleur asked, putting a book she had been reading on the table.

Gabrielle glanced around nervously, a multitude of Beauxbatons students were in the sitting room. A few of them had glanced up when Gabrielle entered the room, and a small amount of them were watching the conversation taking place, but many others had been unperturbed by her appearance. However, this was classified, so she dropped her voice and asked, "Can we go to my room?"

Fleur nodded and followed Gabrielle to her room. The second the door shut Gabrielle burst open, "I had a dream," she cried, running to her bed and hiding her face in her pillow.

Fleur was momentarily puzzled, but she had an idea or two of what Gabrielle meant, "About what?" she asked gently, sitting down on the bed.

Gabrielle shook her head, Fleur sighed, "Gabby, I am your sister, if anyone can relate to this, wouldn't it be me?"

Gabrielle hesitated, but she finally responded, her voice muffled by the pillow, "Airee."

Gabrielle was having second thoughts, what would Fleur think of her if she told her? She was the closest person she had in this world since she only saw her parents over the summer. She didn't have any very close friends at Beauxbatons, especially not anyone who could relate to her, they were all human. Fleur was exactly like her, looks, blood, and brain. Gabrielle always unintentionally matched Fleur's marks at school, the two girls were identical in looks with the exception of Gabrielle's eyes which were considerably bigger than Fleur's, and they were both quarter-veela. If Gabrielle severed the bond they had, her life would be empty, with or without Harry. For as long as she could remember, Gabrielle went to Fleur for everything. If she was having problems with something, she would consult Fleur before even her parents.

"Will you sit up?" Fleur asked her, "You're overreacting again."

Gabrielle reluctantly sat up but said defiantly, crossing her arms "I don't overreact!"

"Gabby, don't get mad, but you always overreact," Fleur said lightly, "Might I remind you of a few days ago when you thought Harry was seeing someone else because of a bag?"

"But it was pink!" Gabrielle cried.

Fleur laughed and asked her, "What dream did you have?"

Gabrielle paled and after a moment's hesitation she slowly recounted the dream, and when she finished she was unable to meet Fleur's eyes and was astounded when she heard Fleur laugh.

"What?" Gabrielle asked quietly.

"You said he began to take off your shirt, I am just trying to understand why, there is nothing under there," Fleur said laughing.

"Fleur!" Gabrielle cried, "You're so mean!" In truth, Gabrielle was relieved, but slightly unsurprised, at how lightly Fleur was taking this. Fleur always knew how to lighten the mood, even if it meant making fun of her, something she couldn't expect her parents to do.

"Gabby, you know it's true," Fleur said smiling, "But really, I had a few dreams like that when I was growing, it is normal for Veela. We mature quickly; I started having dreams like that shortly after I stopped needing to wear make-up. Is it the same for you?"

"Yes," Gabrielle said, sighing with relief, "I was going to ask you about that."

"That is all it is, you are growing up," Fleur said, "The dreams will end as quickly as they started, at least, they did for me, and you will begin to find out you will no longer need to bathe or put on make-up. Your Veela blood keeps you clean and sweet-smelling, and it absorbs the color of your make-up, and if you want to change the color of your it, you simply go over it with a different color."

"So when was the last time you bathed Fleur?" Gabrielle asked.

Fleur smirked, "It has been a while. Of course I don't tell guys that, they wouldn't understand."

"Thank you, Fleur," Gabrielle said beaming at her sister. Fleur leaned over and gave her a hug, after a moments embrace Gabrielle wrinkled her nose and piped up smiling, "Maybe you should take a shower Fleur."

"Oh, shut up," Fleur said laughing, while playfully slapping Gabrielle on the back of her head.