A/N: Do you remember my Authors Note on the last chapter? Disregard it please, it's not very honest. Granted, this chapter has none of what was promised in the authors note of last chapter, but it IS one of my more eventful chapters, and does add some complexity to the story, hope you enjoy.

Gabrielle stood in front of the mirror and scrutinized herself. What would she look best in for her lesson with Harry? She dug through a chest that lay at the foot of her bed and threw aside countless outfits she had brought from France. After a couple minutes of searching she found what she wanted. A light blue skirt. An extremely short light blue skirt. She smiled and put it on, perfect, she thought to herself. She quickly put it on along with an extremely skimpy version of the Beauxbatons uniform, she then slipped her feet into a pair of blue flats and scrambled out the door. She ran to the door of her sister's room and knocked once then entered.

"Fleur!" Gabrielle said running in, "How do I look?"

Fleur, who had been brushing her hair in the vanity looked up and after a moments examination she said in a flat voice, "I'm happy to see you took my advice."

Gabrielle blushed and quickly stammered, "I'm sorry, but-"

Fleur cut her off with the wave of her hand and smiled at her, "You look great Gabrielle, don't change it, we'll talk later."

Gabrielle beamed, gave her sister a hug and quickly departed.

Finding the Gryffindor tower was easier said than done, she knew it was on the seventh floor, but the problem was the only part of the school she had ever been in were the Great Hall, and the short trip up the Grand Staircase to get to Dumbledore's office. Naturally, she got lost within minutes. After traveling down another deserted corridor, Gabrielle was beginning to lose hope. She approached a door that lay at the end of the corridor and tried the knob, it wouldn't move, she stamped her feet in frustration and growled, "Why won't you open!"

"Because, you're being very rude to me," said a cheerful voice. Gabrielle was surprised, doors didn't talk at Beauxbatons, recovering her composure she gave an annoyed reply, "I just tried to open you!"

"Well yes, but you didn't say 'Hello' first," the door said simply.

"Not saying hello isn't that rude!" Gabrielle said defensively.

"It's very rude, I'm sure you say hello to bunches of people, but what? Are doors just not good enough?" The door said with an offended tone.

Gabrielle thought for a second and then shouted, "I'm not going to get in an argument with a stupid door about the mistreatment of doors!" She kicked the door hard and then with a laughing cackle, a stunted creature came flying out of the door flew in a few circles around her and then shot at her like a bullet screaming, "Peevesy's going to get you!"

Gabrielle screamed and started to run as fast as she could away from the demon. She took many turns and ran through several doors and hallways before she finally stopped in a closed room, breathing heavily. She was in a small bathroom now, but she wasn't alone. On the floor, unconscious was a pale-haired boy with a pointed face. Dressed in robes with green lining and a silver serpent embroidered over the heart, she could see that he was in the Slytherin house. She could see a nasty gash across his head which was leaking blood at a steady pace. Gabrielle's eyes widened, she couldn't just leave the boy, and she hadn't the faintest clue as to where the Hospital Wing was. Luckily, she knew enough about non-magical healing to at least stem the flow of blood coming out of the boys head. Her magical knowledge was very limited, but thankfully, she knew the spell she needed. She propped the boys head up on her book bag, and then got her wand out and cut a large segment out of the bottom of the boys robes. Hurrying to the sink, she dampened part of the robe and used it to clean the wound, when she finished, she wrapped the dry part of the robes tightly around the wound. Once it was tied securely around his head, she got a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face until finally he stirred.

"My head," he said, his face in a grimace. He raised his hand and felt the wrappings, and he slowly opened his eyes and saw Gabrielle standing a short distance away.

"Are you ok?" she asked, "I found you unconscious and bleeding so I tried to fix you!" She gave him a winning smile.

"I am now," he said slowly, still looking at her, "I thought I was done for."

Gabrielle smiled at him, "What's your name?"

It took him a moment to answer, "Draco Mal- erm… Matthes."

Gabrielle wasn't sure if he was being completely truthful, but she decided not to press on it, instead she said, "You might want to go to the nurse."

Draco nodded and got up, "Good idea," he said walking to the exit, but he stopped once he crossed the threshold and turned back to Gabrielle, "And thanks, by the way, for saving me." He walked off without another word.