Whoo! Almost forgot to give creds to Whitetiger52 for Gabrielle's dress/shoes in that last chappie. Also, thanks to 42-Worlds-Apart for the review (: So, a budding romance, hmm? I just adore this pairing ((:
Well, enjoy!
Chapter 3: ...And the Next
It was yet another month before the two crossed paths again. This time, it was at the wedding of Harry and Ginny. Gabrielle had definitely gotten on better with Ginny than Fleur had, but the relationship still was not the best. However, since Fleur was attending, Gabrielle practically begged to go. There was a large chance Seamus would be there.
Gabrielle took a moment to give herself a mental facepalm as she slipped into a shimmery lavender dress this time around. It wasn't even like she and Seamus were THAT close. They had just gotten along quite well in the few times they had met.
The wedding was a spectacular one. Doves were actually released when the two were told to kiss. How cliche.
This time on the dance floor, Gabrielle happily strode in and danced with the rest of the guests. She danced with Ron once, even with Harry! Scanning the crowd, Gabrielle bit her bottom lip. Where was he?
She turned to ask Harry if a Seamus Finnigan was there when she came face to face with the Irish devil, his hand raised as if to tap her on the shoulder.
"Finally got out on the dance floor without my help, eh?" he asked with a grin. She smiled back and replied, "It was only last time I needed your assistance, and there was never a time before that."
He shrugged and held out his hand for her to take. She slipped her dainty fingers effortlessly into his rough ones and away they went.
They danced to fast songs, slow songs, all kinds of songs. They were joined occasionally by other people. The tall african american man, Gabrielle learned, was Seamus's best friend Dean. Luna flitted by, singing sweetly about dirigible plums (?), Hermione and Ron waltzed past, Hermione laughing openly as Ron stumbled through the dance.
After a while, Seamus led me over to a table and went to get them some drinks. Fleur sashayed over to Gabrielle as she fingered her small purse.
"Who ees zis boy you 'ave been dancing with all night?" she inquired. Gabrielle looked up and replied, "His name is Seamus, and he's quite sweet, so don't ruin it."
She sniffed as if to say I? Ruin something? Pfft.
As Seamus returned with the drinks, Gabrielle gave him a bright smile that he returned. They sank into conversation, the first real one they'd had. He talked about his parents, and the nasty shock his dad had received when he found out Seamus's mother was a witch. Gabrielle talked about hers, and how they favored Fleur over pretty much anything else in this world.
They talked about school. Quidditch. They talked for what felt like forever, but was really only about 90 minutes.
When they called the last dance, Seamus and Gabrielle stood, hand in hand, and walked over to the dance floor.
Slow, soft music played in the background. Seamus's right arm slid around Gabrielle's waist and her left arm slipped around his neck.
Her gaze wandered over the room at the couples dancing. Gabrielle felt a small smile cross her face when she saw her parents dancing. It was funny how in love the small, squat man and tall, elegant woman were, but the love was there all the same.
Bill and Fleur were dancing closely together, her head nestled on his shoulder. Gabrielle noticed this and haltingly placed her own head on Seamus's shoulder. It was strong; she liked that.
At the same time, she sensed a smile come across Seamus's face. "Bit nervous there?" he asked.
As the song ended, Gabrielle leaned back from his shoulder. "No," she replied. "Not at all."
His smile faded slowly as their faces were separated by mere inches... then centimeters... millimeters... and then...
Well I guess that could be considered a cliffhanger, even though it would take a brain the size of Crabbe or Goyle's to not know what happens next (; I'm not sure how this chapter was though... well anyways, I do hope you enjoyed it, and I'll be writing more soon! Yay!
-Rachel (: