A/N: Written for The 2012 Hogwarts Games- Medley - Romance - Pairing : Ron/Fleur

I was awake that night. I couldn't fall asleep, and apparently, neither could she. She stayed at our place the week before the wedding, hoping to have less stress here then in France with her family.

Apparently that wasn't the case.

"What are you doing awake, Ronald?" Fleur asked, her French accent flowing over her words. She wore silk pajamas, pink ones, that covered her arms and legs fully.

"I can't sleep," I said, squinting my eyes. "Shouldn't you be asleep, darling? Your wedding is tomorrow."

"Well I couldn't sleep either," she said. She plopped herself on the couch beside me, and crossed her legs. "I'm nervous about tomorrow."

"Why is that?" I looked behind me to make sure we were alone. I looked at Fleur, who had tear stains down both her cheeks. I decided it would be better not to mention them.

"That is none of your business," she said reluctantly, obviously embarrassed of bringing it up in the first place. She was so beautiful...

"You were the one that brought it up," I insisted, my drooping eyes meeting her blue ones.

"I shouldn't have."

"Why are there tear stains on your face?" I demanded. She didn't reply, and instead darted her eyes from my face. I lowered my voice. "You can tell me. I'm good at keeping secrets."

We sat there, silent for a minute. I reached my hand and touched hers.

"I don't know if I want to marry Bill," she said. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. "But all my family is here and it is too late to call the wedding off and I don't know what to do." Her voice dropped down to a whisper.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I do not know, Ronald." She moved closer to me, so I placed my arm around her. She began to cry again, only a tear or two falling now. I wiped them away.

"Do not cry, Fleur," my heart began to pound in my chest, and my brain was flying in all sorts of directions. Hermione would have my head for this, and Bill would probably chop it off for her if he saw. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. I felt my face quickly begin to lose color, to which I responded by removing my face and my arm from her. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed her index finger upon my lips before I could.

"You keep my secret, I keep yours."