Ginny's near-slip with the champagne flute had Gabrielle chuckling internally. She was quite used to people stumbling over themselves around her, but she would have thought a Quidditch player would have better reflexes than that. The fumble was either a credit to Gabrielle's charm or a discredit to Ginny's playing and, vain creature that she was, Gabrielle preferred the former.
Adept at feeling eyes on her, Gabrielle was entirely aware of Ginny's staring, and it only intensified her inner amusement. It also caused something else, something foreign... apprehension? Nervousness? Both ridiculous thoughts as the Veela was much more likely to cause such feelings than experience them herself, but they certainly fit the bill more than any of the usual suspects (lust, amusement, fascination).
Gabrielle glanced back at the other witch to find a smile awaiting her. Momentarily disoriented, Gabrielle could only respond with a quirk of the eyebrows before turning back to her conversations. She was hoping Ginny would make her way over to where Gabrielle was sitting, but she was of mixed feelings about the possibility of Ginny recognizing her.
The Weasley family had been less than sanguine about Fleur's marriage to Bill, for one reason or another- Fleur may not have cared or noticed, but Gabrielle had ears and eyes and had been young enough to be forgotten while certain remarks were made- and while Gabrielle could never be confused for Fleur, the family stamp had imprinted rather heavily upon both of them. She had no idea if Ginny still retained those feelings (Gabrielle certainly hoped not, especially seeing as the entire point was moot) but it could ruin her conquest if she did.
Conquest? Gabrielle mentally scolded herself. She was sitting essentially in the lap of one of the most attractive witches in the room, flirting with many of the runner-ups, and she was thinking about red hair and freckles instead of consolidating her position.
On the other hand, if Ginny herself initiated the chase, it would be almost rude to refuse.