Gabrielle and Euan
When she said 'master', his own happiness took a a swift dive, further recalling him to the reality of their situation. Pansy wouldn't like him kissing pretty French girls either, and Euan was sure she could be mean when angry.
"Merlin, this is so unfair," he muttered and then pulled her into a tight embrace, as if trying to impress the feel of her into his memory since there was no guarantee he'd see her again. She was slender, soft and smelt fresh, like flowers and crisp clean air.
Letting her go, Euan gently tidied her hair with his fingers. "I want to see you again. You're not only beautiful, you're fun and bright," he said frankly, not at all embarrassed to admit that he liked a girl he barely knew. "Do you think it's possible?"