Authors Note: Here it is! Sorry its a bit late, I had a little case of writers block but now its clear :) hope you all enjoy!

By the way; who loves Hermione / Draco ships?

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"You fancy Alyson." George smirked, climbing into his four poster bed. It was a half past midnight, after a brutal session of brain storming ideas for the Snackboxes, and after Fred had came back from having a word from the Beauxbaton beauty. Fred looked up at the sound of Alyson's name, and smirked at his brother, a pink tint rising up in his cheeks. He didn't respond, only shrugged and he climbed into his own four poster bed. George and Lee exchanged smirks from across the room.

"Oh Alyson!" George exclaimed, lovingly but also jokingly.

"Alyson! Where for art thou Alyson!" Lee laughed, joining in with George.

"Kiss me Fred, I'm Alyson!"

They howled with laughter when Fred chucked a pillow at his brother. They all joined in, laughing until their stomach's ached.

Fred fell back on his bed and lay there, staring up at the spiraled ceiling with a small smile plastered on his face. It has only been a few days since they announced the champions of the Triwizard Tournament, and that very day that he had truly spoken to the Beauxbaton.

"She's a beauty that one." Lee said aloud. Fred smiled to himself.

"Hey," George sat up in his bed, looking over to his brother. "There's a Hogsmeade visit coming up soon. You should ask her if she needs a tour."

"Or ask her out on a date." Lee suggested.

Fred thought about the idea, and the more he thought, the more he couldn't stop himself from grinning. He sat up in his bed, his grin identical to his brothers.

"That's brilliant!"

The following morning, Fred, George and Lee sat in the Great Hall, far off the Gryffindor table. He watched Alyson over by the Ravenclaw table, picking at his breakfast and almost missing his mouth as he attempted to eat his bacon. A blonde Beauxbaton whispered to Alyson, and she turned to look over and then flash him a warm smile. His stomach gave a pull, and he returned the smile, sending a small wave. George asked him a question about the snack boxes, which Fred responded with an "uh". Lee and George would exchange looks, and then continue back down to their piece of parchment.

"We'll finish later." George said aloud, folding the parchment and tucking it into his robe. Fred felt ridiculous, how easily he could be distracted over this girl. He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaled slowly, and continued to eat his breakfast. When the students had gotten up to go to their classes, Alyson ran over to the table and was able to catch Fred by the arm just as he was leaving.

"Hey, Fred."

"Alyson," he smiled down at her. "What's going on?

"Well," she looked away smiling, blushing slightly. "I was wondering if it was too late for that tour of the castle?"

George and Lee were giving him thumbs up from behind her.

"Oh." He was stunned, and blood rushed up into his cheeks to his ears. "Yeah. I'll meet you in the entrance hall after class." He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes flashing to his friends then to the Beauxbaton, his face becoming redder than his hair.

He wondered if it was noticeable.

He couldn't wait to get out of History of Magic that day. Professor Binns droned on and on in his monotone, showing projection after projection. The twins, including Lee Jordan, sat in their usual seats at the back of the classroom. Fred sat in the corner nearest to the door with his head in his hand, his face a little distorted from his heavy head leaning on his arm. He doodled on his parchment instead of taking notes, drawing nothing in particular except the beaters bats, a Firebolt broom, and a Quaffle. In the far corner of the parchment, he drew a small 'A' in his emerald ink. Fred smiled dumbly at the small letter, and traced it over and over until the ink seeped through to the other side of the parchment and the lettering looked bold and black.

Class ended, and Fred bided his brother and friend adieu, and he rushed over to the entrance hall. When he spotted Alyson, she sported her powder blue robes of Beauxbaton, and she was looking around, observing nothing in particular with her arms folded at her front. He walked over, and coughed, causing her to turn and smile in return.

"Shall we start with the ground floor?"

"And this is the library." Fred whispered, afraid Madam Pince might be around and scowl and scorn the two teenagers. He showed her some of the castle, highlighting more important classes and hidden chambers, such as the hidden passageways to Hogsmeade. Finally they had made it to the fourth floor.

Alyson looked around the vast library in astonishment. "This is fascinating." She breathed in amazement. Fred watched her as she looked around, brushing her fingers over the spines of books up on the shelves.

"So," he started, sitting upon one of the nearest tables. She looked up at him, her eye brows raised. "Hm?"

"You haven't seen the rest of the package Hogwarts comes with." He started to swing his legs. "You have to come to Hogsmeade."

She tilted her head to the side. "Are you trying to ask me out on a date, Mr. Weasley?"

Fred laughed, rubbing the back of his neck before he looked back to Alyson's beautiful face. "Only if you want it to be, love."

She turned back, observing the books and taking a book of the shelve, dusting it off before flipping through the pages quickly. She then shut the book closed, stared up into the Gryffindor's freckled face and smirked.

"I'm going to have to get back to you on that."

Her response shocked him, the smile wiped clean from his face and his jaw dropped to the floor. She laid the book on his lap, bid him adieu with a salute and Fred watched as she walked out the library, leaving him with his mouth open, eyes wide, and a three thousand page book weighing on his groin and thighs.

"Oh, she's something that one."