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Ginevra Molly Weasley (ginny_weasley22) wrote in ampfe,
@ 2008-07-01 00:47:00

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gabrielle delacour, ginny weasley

Who: Ginny Weasley and Gabrielle Delacour
What: A chance meeting…
When: Six months after Ginny graduated from Hogwarts.
Where: Paris Quidditch Ring, France vs. Ireland Exhibition Match, Reception the day before the match.
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Note: This story line is unconnected to any other story line.

Ginny was ecstatic and she practically glowed as she stood with the rest of her teammates. They were all dressed in emerald robes with Celtic knot work to trim the hems and mark their backs with numbers.

Her hair was worn long, something she would have never done in her Quidditch uniform and she wore light make up. She couldn’t remember too many times in her life that she felt happier or more confident. Her first year out of school she had made the Irish National Team.

People had told her she was nuts to even try out. They said she might have a chance, a tiny one, on making the English team but there was no way she would make the Irish one. However, Ginny was not to be dissuaded. She had always been an Ireland fan, that was where her family was from, that was who she was going to play for. She made the team!

Selected as an alternate, she was second string Chaser and might actually play Seeker if five or six of her teammates were injured during the game. Ginny was going to play her heart out the fallowing day to see if she might actually earn a starting position in one of the few remaining exhibitions before the World Cup tournament started.

The party was fun and the music was loud enough to dance too, but not too loud. Champagne flowed freely, though she had stayed away from it for the most part. Lots and lots of people had been invited to the reception, though she had no idea what one would need to do to get one.

Having just finished some small talk with one of the wizards from France’s department of magical games, Ginny turned her attention to the crowd.

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asilverysheen
2008-07-01 05:19 am UTC (link)

Gabrielle, unlike Ginny, knew exactly what one would need to do to get an invitation to the reception. For those without the direct clout to be assured an invitation, it involved a copious amount of being on your knees. For Gabrielle, it was a smile. Just another benefit of the Veela charm.

She had been flirting with most everyone around her- subtly so as not to make her date jealous; Gabrielle would have enjoyed the attention the woman's jealousy would get her, but she was enjoying herself enough to want another invitation, which outrageous flirting would deprive her of- as the party wound up and the reserves of alcohol wound down. Something as mild as the champagne currently being served had little to no effect on Gabrielle, and though she was quite aware of this, it would not be seemly to drink more than her companion was.

The members of the Irish Quidditch team stood out in their vibrantly green robes, but Gabrielle mostly ignored them. Playing enough Quidditch to get to the professional level often left one with unsightly scars, and if it was to be said that Gabrielle had taken many people to her bed over the years, it could also be said that all of them were very attractive. When she spotted a shock of red hair, however, Gabrielle missed a beat in her conversation for the first time that night, quickly smoothing it over with a brilliant smile.

Gabrielle had heard something about Ginny Weasley making it into professional Quidditch, but the gossip had failed to provide details, and as such Gabrielle was completely unprepared to see her (former?) crush. Being the social princess she was, it was nothing to resume the conversation where she had nearly dropped it, but Gabrielle kept an eye out for the youngest Weasley.

After turning seventeen Gabrielle had immediately started to openly associate with those older than her (the Wizarding age of consent law was an irritating thing that Gabrielle was quite happy to be free of), and lately she had been the lover of one of the French Quidditch players. She was not Gabrielle's only lover, to be sure, but as of now she was the most interesting one.

If any of the rumors she had heard about Ginny Weasley were true, however, that could quickly change....

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ginny_weasley22
2008-07-01 05:39 am UTC (link)

Ginny broke down and grabbed a flute of Champagne. She didn’t drink much, but she knew the light sparkling wine would really have no effect on her. Just keep it to one, Ginny reminded herself. She didn’t want to have anything negatively affect her play the next day.

She looked around the room taking a sip of the bubbly drink. Her eyes met a pair of gorgeous and bright blue ones. Ginny’s head stopped immediately and the flute nearly slipped from her hand.

Staring for a long time, she was happy for a loud noise off to her right that shook her from her revelry. Looking away, Ginny hoped that whoever the girl was with the gorgeous eyes hadn’t noticed her staring.

When she looked back again, Ginny saw the beautiful woman. She looked at her, hoping to catch her eye and offer her a smile instead of being seen staring like a lunatic.