Yay, I can update again! My wifi crashed for a couple of days. Anywho, thank you for keeping up the reading, lol. Makes me think my stor is actually good so far (; Without further adieu, here is chapter 4 (:

Chapter 4: A Romance Begins

It wasn't exactly fireworks, like the movies always make it out to be. But it was DEFINITELY the highlight of Gabrielle's night.

They broke off the kiss, Seamus gazing nervously into Gabrielle's eyes. She smiled widely and his facial features relaxed. What- did he think he was a bad kisser? As much as Gabrielle would have loved to get back to the romanticizing between her and Seamus, Fleur had other plans.

Gabrielle's sister stormed over and threw her arms between Gabrielle and Seamus. After a few choice French swear words targeted at Seamus, Fleur turned towards Gabrielle. "'E laid 'is 'ands on you, just as I suspected 'e would! Zis is unbelievable!"

"FLEUR!" Gabrielle burst out indignantly. "I am 18 years old! You have been married for a VERY long time, surely you understand that your 18 year old sister might actually kiss someone every now and then? C'est la vie! That's life!"

Fleur scoffed, clearly affronted. Bill had gotten there by now, as had Ron. Good. Gabrielle liked both of them.

Bill gently put his hands on Fleur's shoulders, calming her down. Ron gave a questioning look to Seamus, who shrugged. After about 10 seconds, Ron figured out what had happened, and turned to assure Fleur that Seamus was an okay guy.

"He really is, and I would know. I slept in the same room as him for six years. Sure he can be a bit of a git occasionally," Ron said to a loud huff from Seamus, "But he's a really cool guy. Wouldn't want Gabrielle with anyone else."

Gabrielle nodded pointedly at Fleur, who threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine! Fine! But if 'e lays a 'and on you and you do not wish for him to... 'e will 'ave ME to answer to." Fleur left on this note, with a narrow eyed glance towards Seamus.

Gabrielle sighed and turned back to Seamus. "I can't stand Fleur. Always in my business, always trying to make it hers... you have no idea," she said with a small frown. Seamus actually grinned and shook his head.

"It's fine. Ron would always tell me how HE never got any privacy. I guess I can kind of understand...? Dean would tell me his sisters were always under his skin."

Great. So he can sympathize.

Gabrielle left the dance floor to get her bag and went back to Seamus for one last goodbye. Sadly, it did not consist of more kissing. Sadly. Tear tear, cry cry.

He had somehow written down his address and gave it to her as they left the marquee. "Here, write to me?" he asked her. Gabrielle nodded and Seamus gave her one last wave before apparating away, leaving Gabrielle alone in the still night.

Until a girl came up behind her, that is. She had her hair in a lovely black plait, with a large oriental butterfly stuck there.

"So, Seamus?" the girl said. Gabrielle nodded slowly.

"He's a player. Don't get involved with him." The girl gave Gabrielle a knowing look before turning on her heel and apparating as well.

Gabrielle stood solitary again, getting cold now, and fretting over this sudden and unknown girl's words. Pushing them to the back of her mind, Gabrielle turned on her own heel, and felt the squeezing sensation that accompanied apparation. She stumbled on her heels to a landing at her own cottage, nestled in the woods. It was like it's own private little area, and Gabrielle liked that.

Trees surrounded it, so the trickles of sunlight that filtered through were generally pleasant. No one could bother her, no one to tell her what to do. It was perfect.

Bustling through the door and into the cozy home, Gabrielle slung her bag over the hanger by the door and removed her shoes, padding upstairs to write to Seamus and get some well earned sleep.

Setting herself down on her bed, Gabrielle grabbed a spare piece of parchment and a quill, sucking on the end before beginning to write her letter.

Dear Seamus,

Well that was one way to start. Now the actual WRITING, the content, what to write...?

So, here it is, a letter.

On second thought Gabrielle scratched that out. Noooo, it was an effing shoe. Of course it was a letter!

So, fun weddings we've been to, huh? I have to admit, weddings aren't really my thing. Wait, I told you that before, didn't I? Right? Ugh, I have the worst memory. It's fun to get away from work to go to these weddings, though. Oh that's right... we never talked about what we did for work! Of all things... well I'm teaching at Hogwarts, I figured it might be nice to get away from Beauxbatons. Fleur moved from France, why shouldn't I? And some memories from Beauxbatons weren't the fondest...

Gabrielle shuddered thinking of those memories. Girls pulling snide comments, her own friends ditching her for popularity. She gave a sigh and thought, school will be school.

Continuing with her letter, she wrote,

Anyways, I'm teaching Charms! I suppose my position there is the reason for my improved English, though French will always be my first. You attended Hogwarts... that's where we first met, remember? It would be delightful to see you again, perhaps sometime soon? Write back with your answer!

Au revoir, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle looked back on those few moments she and Seamus met at Hogwarts fondly, and then hastened to tie her letter to her owl, Sienna, and gave the command for Sienna to bring the answer back asap.

Watching Sienna turn into a small speck on the horizon, Gabrielle changed into her nightgown, and fell asleep without struggle.

Yay, I discovered the little separation line! So, I supposed I should offer an excuse for why Gabrielle's english was so good. Charms teacher seemed an appropriate job for her (: Ugh, I just loveeee this ship so much! Bet you know who the girl with the plait was, hmm?

Thanks for reading (: