FIC: No Vacancy (Ginny/Gabrielle)
Title: No Vacancy (But I'll Make Room For You)
Pairing: Ginny/Gabrielle
Prompt: Challenge #2 - "It was a dark and stormy night..."
Rating: PG-13ish?
Word Count: 1036
Summary: Poor Molly was forced to make room in her already crowded home for all the guests who had traveled a long way.
Author's Notes: Done for Challenge #2 at rarepair_shorts. Finally got my act together and finished this thing, haha. And actually, this came out quite a bit longer than I expected it to.
It was a dark and stormy night, much to Fleur's chagrin. She and Bill were supposed to be getting married.
Molly, ever the gracious and accommodating host, offered to move the festivities indoors - a reasonable proposal, yet Fleur would not hear of it. The wedding would be postponed until the high, shrieking winds ceased and the rain stopped drumming against the windowpane, until they could safely set foot outside. And that, Fleur insisted, was final.
Poor Molly was forced to make room in her already crowded home for all the guests who had traveled a long way. The staircase was so packed with people and luggage that it seemed it might collapse. "I'm terribly sorry," she said as she led them all around, showing each person where they would sleep. "We haven't got much room, so we'll have to put some of you together."
She sighed, took a moment to breathe, and then began barking orders at her children. "Ron, help your Great Aunt Muriel with her luggage. Fred, George, stop shooting those bang-whizzes off, they're making me nervous! And Ginny, tidy your room, it's a pigsty - Hermione, Gabrielle, Fleur, and I will all have to squeeze in there too, young lady!"
"We aren't shooting off bang-whizzes, mum," George grinned.
"But we will once we run out of Whiz-Bangs," Fred trilled.
"Oh, you two!" But Molly couldn't suppress a small smile. "Ginny - room!"
Rolling her eyes, Ginny marched up the steps to her room, and flung open the door.
* * *
"Oh," Ginny said, noticing that Gabrielle was already in the room, making herself comfortable. Fleur's little sister had already laid out all her cosmetic items on Ginny's dresser and her clothes were draped over every chair and surface available. Currently, she was spread out over Ginny's bed, flapping her arms and legs as if she were making a snow angel.
"'Ello," chirped Gabrielle, her voice musical. "Eet eez too bad zat eet eez raining, no?"
"It certainly is," Ginny grumbled. "You know, we do have to share this room with three other people."
"But zair eez only space for two! And I got 'ere first!" The girl pouted and crossed her arms - a sign, Ginny knew, that she was trying to manipulate the situation in her favor.
"We're crowded. It means we have to make room."
"Zat eez impossible. Zis bed will only fit two."
Ginny coughed, feeling a little awkward. "Look, Gabrielle, I'm afraid the only one sleeping in my bed will be... me."
"Zen where will I sleep?"
"On the floor, like everyone else."
"WHAT?" Gabrielle screeched, jumping up from the bed. "Non, non, I will not sleep on ze floor!"
"Stop being such a Prima Donna," Ginny snapped. "Your sister, the only who has an excuse to be one, is sleeping on the floor too. And she's fine with that."
Merlin, 'high-maintenance' wasn't an adequate enough word to describe this girl. Ginny would've started calling her 'Petite Phlegm' or 'Phlegm Deux,' except that Phlegm was actually beginning to tone down a little. Except for the whole, "Zair must be no moisture in ze air on ze day of my wedding! Eet will ruin my 'air!" (But Ginny was willing to forgive that, seeing as most brides would say the same thing. And Fleur had accepted to sleep on the floor, miracle of miracles.)
Just then, Molly marched in, with Hermione and Fleur right behind her. "Ginny, I thought I told you to clean your room!"
"This is all Gabrielle's stuff, mum, honest!"
"Mrs. Weezly," Gabrielle said in dulcet tones, batting her eyelashes and trying to look angelic. "I 'oped zat Ginny would be kind enough to share 'er room with me, but she eez making me sleep on ze floor!"
"You're all sleeping on the floor. You too, Ginny," Molly added when Ginny jumped in exultation. All at once, Ginny looked stricken. "I get to sleep on the bed - forgive me, but I'm an old woman, and I have back pains."
"You are not old," Fleur piped up, who was being extra-nice to Molly for all the trouble she was going through.
"Thank you, dear. I still get the bed, though."
* * *
At midnight, Ginny found herself sitting out in her backyard, the rain splashing on her face. It was chilly, to be certain, yet it felt nice compared to the body heat that seemed to be radiating to every corner of the house. She wanted, at least for a little while, not to have someone next to her. Suddenly having to share her room with four other people was not very comfortable - or rather, having so much company over at all, and not just in her bedroom, was not very comfortable.
So when Gabrielle appeared at her side, Ginny felt a flutter of annoyance.
"Eez eet because I am a girl?"
"What?"
"Eef eet 'ad been a boy, you would not 'ave minded to share your bed."
"Depends on the boy," Ginny smirked, thinking of Harry. "But it's not like we would've done anything, not with so many people around."
"Zat eez my point. We - us - would not 'ave done anything."
Ginny didn't know what to say to that. It was true, yes - but she couldn't believe she was hearing it from a twelve-year-old girl. That Gabrielle was so forward was - there was no other word for it - awkward.
"I am sorry. I deed not mean to be rude before. Everyone eez looking at Fleur, and zey should be... but I always am feeling like a leetle girl. No one eez looking at me."
"I can understand that," Ginny nodded slowly, sympathetically. With six older brothers, she felt that way almost all the time. She could understand, now, why Gabrielle acted so boldly - and she forgave her. But only because Gabrielle was twelve; if Gabrielle had been much older, Ginny would've expected her to know better.
"Merci," Gabrielle whispered, resting her head on Ginny's shoulder. It took a while for Ginny to get used to it - after all, she'd never been a big sister to anyone - but soon enough, it felt natural.
It was a dark and stormy night, and even though plans had gone awry because of it, Ginny found she didn't care.
Pairing: Ginny/Gabrielle
Prompt: Challenge #2 - "It was a dark and stormy night..."
Rating: PG-13ish?
Word Count: 1036
Summary: Poor Molly was forced to make room in her already crowded home for all the guests who had traveled a long way.
Author's Notes: Done for Challenge #2 at rarepair_shorts. Finally got my act together and finished this thing, haha. And actually, this came out quite a bit longer than I expected it to.
It was a dark and stormy night, much to Fleur's chagrin. She and Bill were supposed to be getting married.
Molly, ever the gracious and accommodating host, offered to move the festivities indoors - a reasonable proposal, yet Fleur would not hear of it. The wedding would be postponed until the high, shrieking winds ceased and the rain stopped drumming against the windowpane, until they could safely set foot outside. And that, Fleur insisted, was final.
Poor Molly was forced to make room in her already crowded home for all the guests who had traveled a long way. The staircase was so packed with people and luggage that it seemed it might collapse. "I'm terribly sorry," she said as she led them all around, showing each person where they would sleep. "We haven't got much room, so we'll have to put some of you together."
She sighed, took a moment to breathe, and then began barking orders at her children. "Ron, help your Great Aunt Muriel with her luggage. Fred, George, stop shooting those bang-whizzes off, they're making me nervous! And Ginny, tidy your room, it's a pigsty - Hermione, Gabrielle, Fleur, and I will all have to squeeze in there too, young lady!"
"We aren't shooting off bang-whizzes, mum," George grinned.
"But we will once we run out of Whiz-Bangs," Fred trilled.
"Oh, you two!" But Molly couldn't suppress a small smile. "Ginny - room!"
Rolling her eyes, Ginny marched up the steps to her room, and flung open the door.
* * *
"Oh," Ginny said, noticing that Gabrielle was already in the room, making herself comfortable. Fleur's little sister had already laid out all her cosmetic items on Ginny's dresser and her clothes were draped over every chair and surface available. Currently, she was spread out over Ginny's bed, flapping her arms and legs as if she were making a snow angel.
"'Ello," chirped Gabrielle, her voice musical. "Eet eez too bad zat eet eez raining, no?"
"It certainly is," Ginny grumbled. "You know, we do have to share this room with three other people."
"But zair eez only space for two! And I got 'ere first!" The girl pouted and crossed her arms - a sign, Ginny knew, that she was trying to manipulate the situation in her favor.
"We're crowded. It means we have to make room."
"Zat eez impossible. Zis bed will only fit two."
Ginny coughed, feeling a little awkward. "Look, Gabrielle, I'm afraid the only one sleeping in my bed will be... me."
"Zen where will I sleep?"
"On the floor, like everyone else."
"WHAT?" Gabrielle screeched, jumping up from the bed. "Non, non, I will not sleep on ze floor!"
"Stop being such a Prima Donna," Ginny snapped. "Your sister, the only who has an excuse to be one, is sleeping on the floor too. And she's fine with that."
Merlin, 'high-maintenance' wasn't an adequate enough word to describe this girl. Ginny would've started calling her 'Petite Phlegm' or 'Phlegm Deux,' except that Phlegm was actually beginning to tone down a little. Except for the whole, "Zair must be no moisture in ze air on ze day of my wedding! Eet will ruin my 'air!" (But Ginny was willing to forgive that, seeing as most brides would say the same thing. And Fleur had accepted to sleep on the floor, miracle of miracles.)
Just then, Molly marched in, with Hermione and Fleur right behind her. "Ginny, I thought I told you to clean your room!"
"This is all Gabrielle's stuff, mum, honest!"
"Mrs. Weezly," Gabrielle said in dulcet tones, batting her eyelashes and trying to look angelic. "I 'oped zat Ginny would be kind enough to share 'er room with me, but she eez making me sleep on ze floor!"
"You're all sleeping on the floor. You too, Ginny," Molly added when Ginny jumped in exultation. All at once, Ginny looked stricken. "I get to sleep on the bed - forgive me, but I'm an old woman, and I have back pains."
"You are not old," Fleur piped up, who was being extra-nice to Molly for all the trouble she was going through.
"Thank you, dear. I still get the bed, though."
* * *
At midnight, Ginny found herself sitting out in her backyard, the rain splashing on her face. It was chilly, to be certain, yet it felt nice compared to the body heat that seemed to be radiating to every corner of the house. She wanted, at least for a little while, not to have someone next to her. Suddenly having to share her room with four other people was not very comfortable - or rather, having so much company over at all, and not just in her bedroom, was not very comfortable.
So when Gabrielle appeared at her side, Ginny felt a flutter of annoyance.
"Eez eet because I am a girl?"
"What?"
"Eef eet 'ad been a boy, you would not 'ave minded to share your bed."
"Depends on the boy," Ginny smirked, thinking of Harry. "But it's not like we would've done anything, not with so many people around."
"Zat eez my point. We - us - would not 'ave done anything."
Ginny didn't know what to say to that. It was true, yes - but she couldn't believe she was hearing it from a twelve-year-old girl. That Gabrielle was so forward was - there was no other word for it - awkward.
"I am sorry. I deed not mean to be rude before. Everyone eez looking at Fleur, and zey should be... but I always am feeling like a leetle girl. No one eez looking at me."
"I can understand that," Ginny nodded slowly, sympathetically. With six older brothers, she felt that way almost all the time. She could understand, now, why Gabrielle acted so boldly - and she forgave her. But only because Gabrielle was twelve; if Gabrielle had been much older, Ginny would've expected her to know better.
"Merci," Gabrielle whispered, resting her head on Ginny's shoulder. It took a while for Ginny to get used to it - after all, she'd never been a big sister to anyone - but soon enough, it felt natural.
It was a dark and stormy night, and even though plans had gone awry because of it, Ginny found she didn't care.