I am REALLY sorry for the long time for this update… Had an epic writers block the first few weeks and I failed to come back to the story for a few months after that. I'm not going to respond to reviews on this chapter, as I have no clue where I left off :/ sorry about this guys. I'll try to be more active from here on out. (Please note, there will probably be a few incomplete words in this chapters, -ex. Incoplete- due to the fact my laptop keys are sticking ) This is going to be a REALLY short chapter, I swear I'll post a long one tomorrow or the day after, where Harry and Gabrielle will finally be alone for better or for worse.

Gabrielle was sad, the lesson she had been looking forward to had been cancelled. Harry had come out of the Great Hall and told her that he wouldn't be able to do it today because he had to write a paper, and they would make it up tomorrow. She had spent most of the day thinking about it in the library. Now she was trudging back to the Beauxbaton carriage when a tragic though struck her, what if Harry was lying to her and he just didn't want to see her? She tried to shake the thought off but it kept creeping into her subconscious causing a wave of depression to sweep over her.

"Gabrielle, what's wrong?" A bell-like voice called in French from behind her. Gabrielle turned and saw her sister approaching her from the castle.

Gabrielle shrugged, "Nothing," she said, her voice quivering, undermining the fib she had told.

"What did Dumbledore say? Was it something bad?" Fleur asked, her long strides quickly covering the distance between her and her sulking sister.

"You don't need to know," Gabrielle said. Fleur didn't respond, and after a few seconds Gabrielle spilled everything.

Fleur sighed, "I should have known it was something stupid."

Gabrielle looked offended, "It isn't stupid!"

Fleur smiled and patted Gabrielle on the head, "Just ask him tomorrow if he was telling you the truth."

Gabrielle frowned, "I guess I could try that," she said, a few seconds passed with the two girls walking in silence.

"Do you think he likes me?" Gabrielle asked suddenly.

Fleur hesitated for a moment, piecing together the right words, "I think he likes you more than he is willing to admit to himself and to others. I don't think anything is going to happen between you two for a while, unless you try to hard or he loses his self-control."

Gabrielle nodded, "Why can't he admit it?"

Once again, Fleur paused, "Erm, it's probably because in his eyes and probably most of the school, you are still a little girl, don't forget, you are only nine. Any romantic thought he'd have of you he would instantly shun and suppress."

Gabrielle frowned, "I thought you said age wasn't important with veela?"

"Well it isn't, but England is very unaccustomed to the culture of Veela, and nine is still fairly young even for a Veela. Dumbledore would understand I'm sure, Hermione might, but everyone else has probably never read a single book about a Veela. All I'm saying is when you do meet up with Harry tomorrow, can you control yourself? You are going to be putting a massive amount of mental turmoil on poor Harry if you are too flirtatious with him."

Gabrielle sighed and said, "Ok, but what if he finds someone else."

Fleur gave her a hug and replied, "Don't worry Gabby, he won't."

They entered the carriage and shortly afterwards, the lights turned out.