AN: Well I found this laying around in my save files, and to be honest, even though it has been like a year since I last updated the story (hell, last logged into fanfiction even) , I've thought about this story quite a bit, and I was surprised to see all the reviews, still reading them too! By the way, I read through this chapter and noticed I forgot the French accents, don't really want to fix that unless you guys like it… Might make the story harder to read. This chapter is meant to give a different perspective on Gabrielle, you already know she overreacts and is extremely emotional, and I'm going to show a different side of her that I mention briefly in Chapter 1.
"Ok, are you ready Gabrielle?" Harry asked as he climbed out of the portrait hole, where Gabrielle was waiting.
"Yup," Gabrielle said smiling, her smile widened and she added, "I'm ready for a lot of things."
Harry looked at her funny and asked, "What do you mean?"
Gabrielle sighed, disappointed that Harry didn't catch on, "Nevermind, let's go."
"Alright then," said Harry, leading her down the staircase, to the second floor where they entered an empty classroom.
"Ok, well, first thing it says I need to teach you is the enlargement charm," said Harry, scanning over the list he had brought with him.
"I'm sure you don't need that spell Harry," giving him another bright smile.
"Actually, it's really useful, I use it tons," said Harry, pulling his wand out.
Gabrielle's smile faded as she realized Harry failed to pick up on another one of her innuendos, she pulled her wand out too and they began to practice.
"I just can't get it!" Gabrielle said looking frustrated.
"You aren't waving your wand right," he said, after watching Gabrielle fail to enlarge her marble a seventh time, "Like this, Engorgio!" he waved his wand and the marble grew to five times its normal size.
Gabrielle tried again and failed, but she gave Harry a small smile and said, "Show my arms what to do."
"Erm… Ok," Harry said, he walked behind her and reached his hand out to grab her wrist, he then blushed, pulled his hand back and moved so he was next to her.
'Why is he so daft!' Gabrielle screamed to herself 'If I get any bolder I'll be kissing him!'
She must have looked pretty upset, because Harry frowned and said, "Don't be upset, it's a pretty tough spell, especially for someone your age."
The last sentence ringed through her ears many times… Someone your age… That was never good to hear, it meant that Harry saw her as nothing more than a little girl. She was able to keep her composure and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well for an eight year old, you're doing a very good job!" Harry said encouragingly.
Tears formed at Gabrielle's eyes, "I'M NINE!" and she ran out of the classroom, leaving Harry in the room, wondering how everything went downhill.
The first thing Gabrielle did was run down to the Beauxbaton carriage and up to Fleur's room where she slammed her fist against the door crying her sister's name. There was no reply, and a young boy from her school approached her, he had to be only a little older than her maybe around 11. He must have been one of the students who won the contest at the school. Although only people eligible to participate in the Triwizard tournament were allowed to come to Hogwarts (Gabrielle came because her sister had insisted), Madame Maxime hosted a contest allowing ten students from any level to come and watch.
Gabrielle turned around moved him out of the way and sat down on the couch grumpily. The boy followed and sat next to her, speaking in French the boy said, "Hello, I'm Louis, you are Gabrielle DeLacour, correct?"
Gabrielle nodded and the boy asked, "What's wrong?"
Gabrielle sighed and looked at the boy, "It's really not important."
The guy looked at her for a few seconds and replied, "I hate to see a beautiful face cry."
Gabrielle smiled sweetly, imagining Harry had said that, but then she remembered he hadn't and grumbled.
Louis inched closer to her and said, "You really should cheer up, it's a beautiful day."
Gabrielle noticed his slight movement and she moved away. She smiled sadly at him and got up, "Look, you're really sweet, but you're just not my type. Sorry."
Louis sat there stunned as Gabrielle got up and left the carriage. She walked up to the castle, still upset, but slowly recovering. She figured she'd just head up to the Great Hall and eat some food, she always thought better when she was eating. She entered into the castle, and to her surprise, the entrance hall was empty, and as she headed to the Great Hall doors, she heard a familiar voice come from upstairs. She quickly hid in the shadows.
"Blimey mate, sounds like she's lost her marbles." It is Ron, but who are they talking about?
Harry's voice replied: "I don't know, I don't know even know what I said! I told her she did a good job and she just broke down and left. Where is Hermione? She'll know." Oh, they are talking about me, Gabrielle thought glumly.
"Don't worry about it, seems like she's flipping out over everything, she'll get over it. But anyways, you need to ask Fleur out! I bet you actually have a chance, you're the Hogwarts champion, a star Quidditch player, AND you're helping her sister, she couldn't possible say no!" After he finished, there was no response, she saw the entrance doors of the castle open from her vantage point then close. She couldn't follow them. But she had heard enough, Ron was right, why would someone like Harry ever choose her over her mature, stunning, beautiful, and powerful sister?
She stormed into the Great Hall, tears running down her cheek and she started to eat. This was how Fleur found her when she walked in, taking small nibbles out of a piece of bread.
"Gabby, is something wrong?" Fleur asked, concerned.
Gabrielle got up and stormed over to her sister, more tears rolling down her face. She started to hit her sister weakly in the stomach while crying "It's not fair!"
"What's not fair?" Her sister responded.
"You!" Gabrielle quickly told Fleur everything she had heard in rapid French.
Fleur was silent, "You know I'd never do that to you, right?"
Gabrielle nodded weakly, "But it doesn't change the fact that he likes you!"
"You never heard him say that!"
Gabrielle laughed coldly, "I didn't have to! Look at the facts! Me, a little, immature, 9 year-old girl who's 'lost her marbles' and then you, the champion of the school, and the girl that every guy dreams of! There is no chance AT ALL that he has ANY feelings for me, when I have YOU as my competition." Her voice had risen as she ranted, and then she finished it off "No guy will EVER like me with you as my sister Fleur! EVER!"
"See Gabrielle, this is what I'm talking about, you always say that kind of thing when it isn't true! Do you not remember Louis? I overheard him telling a friend about your conversation a while back, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, but then you shot him down cold. You can't go around pretending no one likes you when you just reject everyone that does!"
"I don't care about Louis! This is about Harry, and he likes YOU!" Gabrielle screamed.
Fleur grabbed her sister's shoulders, "Calm down, Gabby! I really don't think he does, he got you the present, and did you know he hasn't even talked to me for days? Just give it time, and try not to lose yourself. You're going to scare him off for good if you keep acting like that around him."
Gabrielle thought for a minute, "Really? He talked to me yesterday."
Fleur smiled at her, "See?" she gave her sister a hug, "Next lesson, go back to him, and don't try to hit on him like you did last time and PLEASE, no matter what you hear, don't break down. If you feel you must, don't do it in front of him, he's not going to want to be with a girl who can't control her emotions."
"Thanks Fleur," Gabrielle said, still somber, "I'm sorry I attacked you, I was really upset."
"Don't worry about Gabby, and don't forget what I told you."