Singing the Summer Blues
Author's note: I was not able to update my other fics because my files were accidentally deleted by the computer recovery system and I did not have a backup. I have to do a re-write now. Here is a short story for your enjoyment. Reviews please!
"Gabrielle, can you help me fix the dress?" The blond haired maiden sat on a chair at the Burrow's kitchen, kicked at the chair leg, patiently waiting for her older sister.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be her birthday. However, the highly anticipated wedding will concur next week. All the attention was on Fleur. Fleur, her perfect sister, the Triwizard champion who competed along side Harry Potter.
Her cheeks colored at the thought of the boy-who-lived. She attempted to engage in a conversation with him. Unfortunately, every attempt was stopped by Ginny. She had heard that they had broken up from Ron perhaps there are something more to his words. She understood that Hermione loved the red-headed boy by the looks she sent her when Ron talked to her.
"Why do I have to be the lonely one?" she thought to herself as she glided through the odd kitchen of the Burrow. The weather did not help her control her temper. It was just too warm even though Mrs. Weasley had casted a cooling charm through the house. All she have to amuse herself was books and the radio.
"Gabrielle!" Fleur shouted.
"Oui, ma soeur." Gabrielle's nimble fingers reached to the pair of narrow ribbon on the back of the corset.
"Just call mama, Gabi. Go to have a stroll in the garden, cherie." Oh dear, Fleur became irritated.
Nearby the garden, Hermione and Ron were decorating the trees. Her wand conjured colorful ribbons to adorn the trees and streamers intertwined in the branches. Clearly, they were in love with each other. "I guess being part Veela doesn't help." She morosely starred to the dirt ground near the bushes; her feet left a trail of footprints among the roses.
Then, she saw him. Charlie. Ron told her that his brother goes for the other team, but she did not believe him. His long hair was shoulder length like the heroes of the romance stories she had been reading. The rays of sunlight shone made his red hair even fierier.
He looked at her and smiled charmingly.
"May be he will be the one." She thought as she shyly returned the smile and ran toward the bench to Charlie.