Note: This is just a short bonus chapter that gives a little backstory about Rapunzel and Flynn's relationship. Hope you like it, and don't hesitate to leave a review!

Chapter 10: And a Happy Anniversary to You

Rapunzel woke up as the first rays of dawn streamed through the windows of the dormitory. She stretched, letting the sun kiss her skin- she deliberately hadn't closed the curtains of her four-poster bed so that the early sunlight would wake her.

Careful not to make a sound, she rose from the bed and quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and an emerald-green jumper, that exactly matched the shade of her eyes. She brushed her hair- that always looked like a pile of knots in the morning- and hurriedly swept mascara over her lashes. She looked at her reflection.

Her eyes were still a little puffy and her skin a little pale from sleep, but it would have to do.

Tiptoeing to the door and grabbing her white sneakers, she glanced back at Elsa, looking so peaceful as she slept. She gave her sleeping friend an affectionate smile, before opening the door quietly and slipping out of the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

As she made her way down the spiralling steps to the Ravenclaw common room, Rapunzel thought about Elsa. Though she never talked to her friend about it, she noticed when Elsa was staring into space, an expression of intense sadness in her eyes. She'd worked out the essentials- she came from a family of Muggles, who had somehow stopped her from going to Hogwarts, or any other magic school- otherwise, what could possibly explain her not knowing about Quidditch? Or being surprised at the ghosts? She didn't especially like Quidditch, but even she knew the basic rules, and Elsa had known nothing when she'd first come here. And, she had never been on a broom before, which didn't make sense since flying lessons were compulsory for every first year.

So, the only explanation for all of this was that she had somehow discovered not too long ago that she was a witch- or, at the very least, that she hadn't been to a magical school before Hogwarts.

And the only explanation for that would be that her parents- or someone else- had hidden her away for whatever reason, and hidden her so well that the Ministry of Magic hadn't tracked her down.

She'd already shared her suspicions with Eugene, who had told her that maybe it would be best, for now at least, to not say anything to the others. After all, Elsa never talked about herself or her past, and the least they could do was respect that.

She crossed the common room, only illuminated by the dim rays of sunlight and dying embers of the fire, avoiding the tables covered in dozens of books and armchairs (also covered in books). She smiled to herself as she picked one up from the ground, putting it back on one of the small oak tables. Being a Ravenclaw was amazing, but it also became very exhausting sometimes.

She opened the brass door, cringing as its hinges screeched.

"Quietus," she muttered under her breath, hoping the spell would smother the sound. She slipped out through the small opening, not daring to open the door any more than it already was in case the sound would be telling and slowly, silently closed the door behind her. It closed with a small click, and she exhaled in relief, letting her forehead rest against the door, closing her eyes as she let her heart return to a normal rhythm.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms slide around her waist, and she squealed in surprise as Eugene pulled her into his solid warmth, burying his face in the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder.

"Hello, beautiful," he said sleepily, his lips moving against her skin. She smiled.

"Hi," she said, turning in his arms so that she could face him. He was at least four inches taller than her, and she looked up at him as he pressed her closer to his chest.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered, and she smiled, intertwining her hands behind his neck.

"Really? Is it our anniversary? I'd completely forgotten," she teased, and he chuckled; she could feel the rumble of the sound in his chest, their bodies pressed together. He leant in, and she closed her eyes as his lips softly touched hers. The kiss was slow and gentle, and she melted into him, the kiss soothing her.

It was both the same and not from their first kiss, and when she opened her eyes, seeing his brown ones searching her face, he knew he remembered it too.

"Come," he said, and they took off, him grabbing her hand as he pulled her down the corridor.

"Where are we going?" she asked, still reeling from their kiss.

"You'll see," he said.

…

A year ago

Rapunzel ignored Madam Pince, who was looking at her sternly, as she stormed inside the library. She was also determinedly ignoring the boy chasing after her, as he'd had since she'd ran away from him in the Hogwarts grounds. He'd run after her, calling her name, but she hadn't answered, desperately trying to escape him. She'd run to the place where she felt safe, the only place where she could possibly hide from him.

But though Eugene had slowed down to a walk since they'd entered the library, he was still following her.

She walked faster, going deeper and deeper into the library, desperately trying to lose him as she changed aisles and directions without warning, until finally, she was deep enough in the library that no students were around working, and you couldn't even hear Madam Pince scold someone.

"Rapunzel," she heard him whisper forcefully from behind her- but she didn't turn around, instead carrying on, ignoring him. A tear slid down her cheek, and she angrily wiped it away.

"Rapunzel!" he called again, and this time he put on a spurt of speed, and caught her hand, forcing her to turn around.

"Let me go," she snarled, wrenching her hand out of his grasp, and ignored the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes. He had no right to be hurt. Not after what she'd just heard, not after she knew.

"Please," he said, as she turned away again- and saw, to her dismay, that she was stuck; a dead-end was before her, and Eugene stood between her and the way out. "Please, let me explain," he said again, and this time his voice cracked.

It was that sound that made her finally meet his eyes- the brown in them was filled with silent pleading, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as she saw his arms, hanging limply at his sides, as if he didn't know what to do with them now that she'd pulled her hand away.

"Fine," she snapped, crossing her arms. "You have five minutes."

"I was going to tell you," he said, taking a step closer- but she shot him a glare, and he didn't come any closer. "I swear I was going to tell you."

"Of course, you were," she whispered angrily, scared of being overheard. "And that's why I hear it from Mary, who thought I knew-"

"It was a stupid mistake-"

"A mistake?" she repeated furiously, still keeping her voice low, and she hated the tears that whelmed up in her eyes. "A mistake, Eugene, is forgetting that I like chocolate. A mistake, is forgetting to tell me that you can't join me at the library. Kissing and doing who-knows-what with Mary right after you told me you wanted to be with me, that you can't stand being in the same room with me and not touch me, is far more than a mistake."

As she'd spoken, she'd come closer to him, staring right up at him in defiance and anger. She tried not to remember that night- only a week ago- when he'd cornered her at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, and of the way he'd said all those things, the look he'd had in his eyes-

"I meant everything I said that night," snarled Flynn, and she snorted.

"Of course you did. I'm sure you meant every word."

"You pushed me away!" he said, and now he was the one whispering angrily. "You pushed me away, you didn't want me, even after I'd told you how I felt about you. How it makes me crazy to even be around you! I needed to- I needed to forget you, even for a moment. And Mary was there, and she was the one to kiss me, for your information, and I know I should have pulled away but I didn't because- because you don't want me like I want you and it drives me mad!"

"I told you why I pushed you away that night," she said, not softening, and she felt a tear spill on her cheek. She saw his eyes follow that tear. "I told you that I couldn't trust you, that I've seen the way you treat girls, like they can be discarded once you've had sex with them!"

"That's not what I want with you," he said, "I mean, of course I want to have sex with you-" she turned away from him, hiding her tears from him, but he grabbed her hand again, and this time, she didn't pull away. "But don't you see? I know I'm not a saint-" she snorted at that, "-but I want to be with you. More than physically… I want to be there for you, I want to stay with you all the time. I think about you all the time. I'm always looking for you, even without realizing it. And that night you pushed me away, and Mary and I kissed-" he stopped, and she stared at him wordlessly, feeling her anger wither away. She watched as he let his head bow down, obviously struggling to get the words out. "It didn't mean anything," he whispered. "And the entire time, I was- I was pretending she was you."

"Did you sleep with her?" The question came out harsher than she'd expected, but then- he deserved it. His head snapped up at the accusation.

"No- no, I swear I didn't. I pulled away the moment I came back to my senses."

She looked at him for a second more, and he took another step closer to her. This time, she let him.

"Rapunzel… you're the only one I want. Not Mary, not anyone else. You have to believe that."

"You're still a jerk," she muttered, and the shadow of a smile spread across his face.

"Believe me," he said, and she didn't protest as he slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "I know."

And then she was kissing him, and he was kissing her back, and her hands were in his hair as he pressed her closer, closer to him. Her mouth opened on instinct and his tongue swept in, kissing her in a way that told her what, exactly he would do if he got elsewhere.

He kissed her hungrily, furiously, as if the world would end any second and she didn't give a damn that they were in the school library for God's sake, as he bit her lip.

"Eugene," she moaned, and he only pulled her closer, the kiss even more ravenous. Her hands left his hair to delve under his shirt and trace the lines of his chest- she just needed to feel more of him-

"And what in the world do you think you're doing?"

They broke away so quickly that Rapunzel barely had time to register the sudden cold that replaced Eugene's warmth as she beheld a furious-looking Madam Pince.

"This is a library," she snapped indignantly, "Not a whorehouse. Get out of my sight before I call your Heads of Houses."

They both passed her, heads bowed, silently laughing as they left the library as quickly as they could.

Once they left, Rapunzel turned back to Eugene, biting her lip as she blushed. He backed her against a wall, an arm braced beside her head. She looked up at him, determined not to blink.

"So," he said, and he raised a finger, caressing the side of her face. Despite herself, she leant into the touch. "Am I forgiven?"

"Do you promise," she breathed, "That what you said was true? About- about wanting to be with me, and-"

He leant in, their lips close enough that they touched.

"Yes," he said, his mouth moving against hers. "I swear it."

And when he kissed her again, Rapunzel forgot all about her doubts and the scandalized Madam Pince they'd left behind.

…

Present day

"Eugene, you can't be serious," Rapunzel said, as she watched the tall, dark-haired boy take out his wand from inside his sleeve and pointing it towards the locked library door. "If Madam Pince catches us-"

"It's seven in the morning, Rapunzel," he whispered, "The library opens at eleven on Sundays. I think we're safe."

She cast a wary look on their surroundings as Eugene unlocked the door and pulled her inside.

"This is crazy," she said, not daring to speak too loudly. He didn't answer her as he took her hand and dragged her deeper into the library- and she realized where they were going. A slow smile crept onto her lips as finally he stopped and she saw that spot where, precisely a year ago, they'd fought- and kissed so passionately that she knew she couldn't live without him anymore.

But the place wasn't exactly like a year ago- there were cushions and a blanket over the floor, and food.

"You did this?" she asked, turning to face him. He shrugged sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets. She laughed. "Well, aren't you a romantic?"

"Shut up and sit," he said, though she saw him grin. She did as he asked, and he sat beside her. She leant over to take a lollipop, left-over from last night, as he slid an arm around her. She snuggled into him.

"This is very nice," she sighed against him.

"Who knew we'd last a year, huh?" Eugene said, the laughter apparent in his voice as he played with a strand of her hair. "It's a wonder you haven't killed me yet."

"Maybe next year," she said, letting him take a small candy and putting it in her mouth.

"Rapunzel?" he said, and she made a small sound, indicating that she was listening. She shivered as he felt his hands roam her back, making small, smoothing, circular motions. "I love you."

She turned to face him.

He'd never said that to her. Nor her to him, although they'd both known that they did. It just had never- never seemed right. But here, with him, while the whole castle was still asleep…

She leant in, her hair falling around them like a curtain as she kissed him.

"I love you too."

He dragged her to him, so that she was over him on the blankets and the cushions, and she didn't care about any broken rules, or Madam Pince, as he claimed her and she claimed him, and they were the only ones in the world for a brief, perfect moment.