A/N: I was surprised to see a few familiar names reviewing on my most recent chapter. Nice to see some of my first reviewers are still around haha.

Dogs1954 – thanks! And yeah, this one only took a month haha, I could have done it quicker, I'm sure, but I was on trips for two weeks

Hivedragon – Yeah, back for now haha, not going to make any promises though.

Etrg – I plan to fix that stuff with this chapter. When I wrote those first few chapters, I had never thought about that, I address it in one of the later chapters, but I had been too lazy to fix it :/

Slytherin66 – Thanks for the feedback! I figured that Harry would be kind of clueless about it all, from what I picked up in the books, Harry is pretty dense around girls even his own age.

Over the next few weeks, Gabrielle took Fleur's words to heart. She hadn't started crying once around Harry and the lessons had gone fairly quickly from extremely to awkward to fairly comfortable. But then something horrible happened:

"Ahh, Miss Delacour, Mr. Potter, please, have a seat," said Dumbledore as Gabrielle and Harry entered his office.

They both sat down, Gabrielle was nervous, she had no idea why they were here. She and Harry hadn't done anything, but not for lack of trying. Granted, some of her advances worked, she hugged Harry several days ago, but her more serious advances all failed. He was either very oblivious to signals, or just pretending not to notice them.

"As you two know," Dumbledore said, once they had gotten comfortable, "It is the start of June, and the third task of the tournament is fast approaching. Undoubtedly, you are busy with your schoolwork Mr. Potter, and now preparation for the task will be added to your workload."

Gabrielle's heart sank; she knew where this was going.

"I believe that these lessons with Gabrielle will be too much, and her marks have gotten significantly lower," Dumbledore said, consulting the roll of parchment on his desk.

"It's not his fault!" Gabrielle exclaimed, "I've been concerned about other things!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled, "I know you have Miss Delacour, and that is part of the reason why I believe the lessons should be cancelled."

Harry opened his mouth to say something but Dumbledore held up his hand, "Mr. Potter, your marks have fallen a bit too, but the lessons have been getting longer and longer. Didn't yesterday's lesson end at 11:30 at night?"

It had… The lesson had started at 6pm, and it was supposed to end at 8pm, but Gabrielle had kept him talking. Of course, none of it had had anything to do with the course, but it was a lot of fun.

Harry flushed red, and opened his mouth again to start explaining, but Dumbledore held his hand up once more, "No need to explain Mr. Potter, you are in no trouble, I am just expressing that it would be best for both of you if you ended the lessons."

"But professor," Harry began.

"Harry, the third task will be no easy feat, your time will be better spent elsewhere, now if you will please excuse us, I would like to have a private word with Miss Delacour."

Harry sighed and left the office, once the sound of his footsteps had faded completely, Gabrielle piped up.

"Does this mean I have no more tests?"

Dumbledore laughed, "Of course not, it merely means we must find you a new teacher."

Gabrielle stared at him, waiting, "And?"

"Before that, I'd like to talk to you about Harry."

Gabrielle turned crimson and averted her gaze.

"I know how you feel about him, and I just want you to know you are putting him in a strange position. These past few lessons, well, to be frank, you have been laying the charm very thick, Gabrielle. He is starting to grow feelings for you, and it is causing a huge mental crisis for him. You are nine Gabrielle, yes you might be part Veela, but no one is going to look at it that way. He is afraid that if he were to give in to your charm, he would be ostracized by his friends and his peers, and he would be. So please Gabrielle, lay off the charm, don't make him choose."

Gabrielle looked up, her face still burning red, "Does that mean I can't talk to him anymore?" she asked, her voice small.

Dumbledore shook his head, "You can talk to him, Gabrielle, just don't pressure him like you have been."

Dumbledore let the words sink in for a while, and changed the subject, his voice suddenly becoming much more business like, "now your new teacher. Naturally, I'm not going to make the same mistake twice and put you alone with a male student," Gabrielle turned even more crimson.

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore said, "I am left with very little choice, only one person has offered to teach you until the end of year, and that is Severus Snape."

Dumbledore looked genuinely sorry as a look of alarm filled Gabrielle's face. She had heard plenty of stories about him from Harry, and countless other students. She had never met him, but apparently, he was terrifying, intimidating, and cruel.

Gabrielle looked on the verge of tears, and Dumbledore told her delicately, "I have talked to Severus, he promised me he would be nice."

Dumbledore looked at the clock on his desk, "You should probably head down to the dungeons and meet Professor Snape and start your first lesson."

Gabrielle nodded solemnly and left the office, and to her great surprise she saw Harry and Ron not far down the hall. She ran up to them and beamed.

"Hey tater tot," Ron said as she came up. After officially meeting Ron last week during a lesson with Harry, he had taken to calling her tater tot because she was so much smaller than him. She wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but at least he was acknowledging her now.

She ignored him, and asked, "Can you guys take me to the dungeons?"

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Well, Dumbledore told me that I still have to have lessons, and I am going to be taught in the dungeons by Professor Snape."

Both Harry and Ron cringed, "Wow, tough luck, tater tot" Ron said.

"I'm so sorry Gabrielle, I wish I had taught you better," Harry said, ignoring Ron, "I feel like it's my fault, your marks have gone down and now you have to be taught by Snape."
Gabrielle gave him a soft smile, "It's not your fault, you were teaching fine, I just didn't want to pay attention. I wanted to spend our time together doing more entertaining activities"

Gabrielle inhaled, and she smelt the extremely strong scent of vanilla. Damn, she thought to herself, she had already broken her promise to Dumbledore and it hardly been five minutes. She looked into Harry's eyes and saw they were slightly unfocused, she quickly strained her mind, forcing her body to turn off her charm. She saw Harry's eyes refocus and even Ron looked dazed. During the awkward silence that followed, Gabrielle piped up, smiling, "Well? Dungeons?"

"Oh," Harry said, blinking hard several times, "Right, right, this way."

Harry, Ron, and Gabrielle walked to the Grand Staircase, down to the Entrance Hall, and then down into the dungeons. They stopped a short ways in and told her, "Just follow this corridor, it will take you to Snape's office. I don't think Snape would like it to much if he saw you with us."

Gabrielle proceeded down the hall as Harry and Ron exited the dungeon, examining her skin as she went. It was glowing softly in the dimly lit corridor much to her surprise, Fleur was right, she really was maturing, and fast. Her charm had never been that powerful, she smiled to herself, she couldn't wait to tell Fleur! She hardly noticed when she reached the door that was Snape's office. She held up her fist to knock but before she could bring it down, an icy voice said, "Enter."

The smile instantly wiped from her face, she entered the dark, dreary office and examined. There were all sorts of various potions on the many shelves, some even marked with skulls. Before she could fully take in the room, the voice said, "Have a seat."

Her eyes snapped to the desk and saw the speaker, a tall, pale man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose. His hand was beckoning lazily to the only free chair in the room. Gabrielle sat down slowly.

He stared at her for a few seconds and said, his voice soft but cold, "I am so thrilled," he drawled, "to get the opportunity to teach one of Potter's fan girls… But I must say, I hope you prove to be more intelligent than him."

He glanced down at a roll of parchment, "But these marks certainly say otherwise. My my, I think even Potter's first potion was better than this."

Gabrielle flushed, embarrassed, but didn't say anything.

Snape stared at her for a few long seconds, and then nodded, "At least you don't have Potter's mouth."

"Wand out." Snape ordered.

Gabrielle pulled her wand out of her robe and held it in her shaking hand, but just as Snape was about to speak, a knock reverberated through the room. Snape snarled, "What is it?"

Gabrielle turned around to see a pale, blonde haired boy enter the room. He looked at her, and a flash of recognition crossed his face. She remembered him too, he was the boy that had been hurt, Draco Matthes if she remembered correctly.

"Madame Pomfrey sent me, Crabbe has landed himself in the hospital wing. She wanted to know if you could send up some ambrosia."

Snape nodded curtly, "Very well, Malfoy," he waved his wand and a vial from a far shelf flew into his hand. "I'll take it to her, Gabrielle, stay here until I get back."

Gabrielle's eyes widened, Malfoy? She could have sworn he said Matthes that day when she found him.

"Malfoy?" she muttered as she stared at Draco.

Draco didn't respond immediately, he took a step forward and Gabrielle took a quick step back. She had heard of the Malfoys, the father, Lucius, was busy passing many part-human restrictions. The Ministry up in Great Britain isn't as friendly with part-humans as down here in France is what daddy had told her and Fleur before they left. Be careful girls, please, the Malfoy's are behind it all, Lucius would just love to arrest two foreign part-humans.

Malfoy sighed, "Listen, I just want to thank you again for helping me a few weeks ago, I owe you… I don't know if I would have been found in time if you hadn't been there."

"Why do you hate part-humans?" Gabrielle asked quietly, her big blue eyes staring into him.

Malfoy hesitated, "I don't hate you."

Before Gabrielle could respond, he left the office, leaving her alone. With some time to think, Gabrielle pondered the fact that Draco might like her. After a while of thinking, she figured that he didn't. Perhaps she came to this conclusion more to reassure herself than anything else, but it makes sense. Malfoy couldn't pretend for a second that it would be possible for him to be seen in public, let alone date, a nine-year-old part veela. It would destroy his reputation, his father's reputation, and his whole family name. Gabrielle figured that at the most, Draco thought she was pretty, and she had to admit, Draco was a very good looking guy. Nothing on Harry of course, she would never turn her back from him, but it did make her slightly happier upon Snape's return.

There was only one word to describe the lesson with Snape. Hell. Every time Gabrielle was unable to cast a spell she should have known, or answered a simple fact incorrectly, Snape jumped to the mark, insulting, not only Harry's teaching abilities, but his personality. The time seemed to drag by, but finally, the two hours was up, and Snape ended the lesson (after telling her she almost as bad at potions as Harry was) by giving her homework, more homework than she had ever had before. By the next lesson, which was in two days, she was supposed to have five spells practiced and mastered, and three essays written. One about moonstones, one about an ancient goblin revolt, and the last about flobberworms. He told her that he didn't want to give her so much homework (however the nasty smirk on his face said otherwise), but due to Harry's abysmal teaching skills, which were worse than his potions skills, he felt he had no choice. She collected her things, and trudged out of Snape's office.