A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for the reviews, and sorry for the cliffhanger…just don't get to update as frequently as I would like with all the uni work I've got on…hope you're all enjoying the story, please leave more reviews!

I still hear the sound of that runaway train
Rolls through my heart as lost lovers refrain
But I know in my heart I can never go back
to the way that we were on that runaway track…

Yeah but it all comes down to, what it all comes down to
It all comes down to, yeah it all comes down to
It all comes down to, it all comes down to you – All comes down, Kodaline.

"But you wanted him to love you!" Ginny cried, pacing rapidly up and down the room with her face showing wrinkles of bewilderment, "Vee, I don't get it, I don't understand"

"I love him"

"Exactly!" Ginny wailed, clearly exasperated, "Merlin, Vee, if you love him then why are you still sitting here with us?!"

"I can't be with him, Gin, I can't…I've invested too much of myself in him already, and if – if we start dating, it doesn't change the fact that I'm leaving in a month and ending it with him would kill me – it makes it worse! I can't do it" Viria was sobbing by this point, and both Ginny and Hermione moved to comfort her. Gabrielle waited with wide eyes, unsure of how to deal with what seemed to her to be such an Adult Problem.

"But, Viria, isn't it better to have a month of being happy with him, than to have nothing at all and always be wondering what it would be like? Better than always wondering if you would have been perfect together, and regretting that you never took the chance to find out?" Hermione pressed, her voice urgent but with a gentle, soothing undertone.

"Hermione's right. You won't be happy like this"

"Go and find him, Viria!"

It was that final plea from Gabrielle that did it. Viria looked between Ginny and Hermione as though she'd been Stunned.

"I'm such an idiot" she murmured, almost to herself, "Dear God, I'm such an IDIOT!"

Fred was sitting by the lake in the darkening light when Viria found him. He'd been there for some time; he couldn't feel his face anymore, even though the night was balmy and warm. And the last person in the world that he wanted to see, at that moment in time, was Viria Beauchamp.

"What do you want?"

She was suddenly bubbling over with excitement, and didn't notice the bitterness in his voice, "Fred, thank God, Fred, I've been so stupid – I said no because I thought that loving you would make me leaving even more painful for both of us, but that's so ridiculous because I'm in love with you already, and why not spend the next month being with you and showing you how much I love you, rather than being miserable because I never got the chance to act on my feelings and regretting it for the rest of my life and – Fred, are you listening to me?"

The smile had fallen from her lips; Fred had not budged an inch throughout her entire garbled speech, and still sat staring at the unmoving water of the lake. He did not look as though he had heard a single word.

"Yes. I heard you" his voice was toneless; when he rose to his feet, brushing damp grass from his trousers, his face looked as though it had been carved from stone.

"Then why – what –"

"Why am I not falling into your arms, you mean?" Fred's face was darkening, "Because sometimes things don't always happen like we imagined"

"But – but I told you, I'm sorry for earlier, I was shocked, I was just being cautious – but that was stupid, because love's all about taking risks – "

"You don't love me, Vi. If you did, you would have known it instantly"

She faltered, horrorstruck, "Not necessarily! I've known I love you for a long time, but I was frightened of what might happen when I lose you – "

"You shouldn't have been scared"

"Scared of losing you, not scared of loving you!"

"Well you don't have to be scared at all now. I get the message. You don't want me, and that's fine"

Her eyes widened and she snatched at his sleeve, "What?! Fred, no, I do want you, I do, I love you – "

"You don't, Vi. Anyway, it's probably not acceptable, is it – a little rich girl like you slumming it with a Weasley pauper?"

For the first time, Viria wished she hadn't related to Fred everything Madame Maxime had said to her about her new friends. She gasped as though he'd slapped her.

"How dare you even suggest – I'm not Madame Maxime, or my mother!"

"Maybe not, but you think like them, don't you? You discriminate just like they do"

"No! No, of course not, when have I ever – "

"We're your charity cases, us Weasleys. Well it must be nice being you, Vi, always getting what you want, but that's not happening this time. You said no. You think you're too good for me. Fine, have it your way. I'm out"

"Where did all this shit come from?!" she hated herself for the fact that she'd started to cry; hot, angry tears that dribbled unbidden from her eyes, hanging from her lashes and dampening her cheeks, "You know that's not true, any of it, you're just angry!"

"Yeah, I am fucking angry. And you need to learn when to give up"

"But none of this makes any sense! You loved me three hours ago, I don't understand what's changed, why you're being like this – "

"It all changed when you said no. Everything changed when you said no"

"But I'm saying yes NOW!"

"Now is too late"