Okay. Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry. Here is what should have been the end of the last chapter (we split it up to have a cliffhanger, then realized there wasn't much more we had wanted to do with this trip. Whoops!) and as an added bonus, I'll be posting the next chapter here in another few minutes. Enjoy and WE'RE SO SORRY.

Previously:

"Aeryn...you were right."
"About what?" She responded softly.
"I can't keep lying to myself." Star said from behind a shroud of her black curls.
"Star, you have to give me more than this. None of us know what you're talking about." The tiny girl looked up to her fellow Slytherin, tears in her eyes. George was standing behind Aeryn, looking shell shocked. All Star could do was just stare at him, longing and pain in her eyes.
"I love him." She whispered, pushing her self from the ground. The black haired girl slowly made her way to the pale faced twin, leaving a small gap between them. With tears still in her eyes and on her cheeks, she snaked a hand behind his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Everyone had different expressions as Star stretched up to her tiptoes to kiss George. Fred was cheering the two on loudly, George still had his eyes half open in shock, Aeryn was covering her bright red face in embarrassment and surprise, and Soren was gazing around at everyone in confusion, completely lost to the situation. Aeryn peeked through her fingers to see that George had relaxed and was now returning Stars kiss, rather enthusiastically. "Ah!" Aeryn covered her eyes again and swayed back and forth, her mind telling her she needed to do something but not quite knowing what to do. Suddenly there was an arm around her shoulder.
"Alright you two," she heard Fred's voice say. "You're scaring Aeryn!" He laughed. George pulled back from Star slightly, looking startled and embarrassed. He pulled at the scarf wound around his neck.
"Sorry Aeryn," he muttered, blushing almost as bright as the girl he was apologizing to. Star glared at her friend, one hand wound possessively in George's snow dusted hair.
"Yeah, sorry Aeryn," the petite girl growled.
"Ah, no...I'm...sorry," Aeryn smiled nervously, choosing to look at George instead of her tiny and intimidating best friend. "Ah, you know!" The redhead turned to Soren who had given up trying to follow whatever was happening. "Fred, Soren was just telling me about how much he likes Quidditch! Fred is a beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" The two boys looked at her and then each other in confusion. Soren was the first to catch on.
"Oh! Yeah, you know, I've been wondering about how your Quidditch practices differ from the ones we have back home. Do you do year round training?" Aeryn, still under Fred's arm, leaned over and linked her arm with Soren's. "Come on you two, it's warmer in the Three Broomsticks." Aeryn turned back and winked at Star who had cheered up considerably in the past few moments. The girls waved to each other happily before setting off in opposite directions.

Star stared into the eyes of the boy she had longed for over the lest few months, noticing that his smile reached all the way to the depths of those blue orbs. The ginger placed his forehead against the small girls, breathing in her scent. She felt his arms, that were already wrapped around her, tighten a bit.
"I'm afraid that if I let you go I'll find out that this is all just dream," George laughed, before sneaking another kiss. The two seemed to meld together, both unaware that the other was also thinking, Why hasn't this happened before? Minutes passed like this, neither caring if anyone came across them. George shifted his leg to get a better position for his new favorite pastime but instead found an ice patch. The lean boy slipped and they both came crashing to the snow covered ground. Star let out a roar of laughter, grabbed some snow and shoved it in the gingers face. "Oi! So this is how you want to start a relationship?!" George shouted with a chuckle, grabbing hold of the girl before she scrambled away. Star froze, eyes widening.
"Is that what we're doing?" She asked quietly, she had never been in a relationship before.
"Well, yes? Right?" George responded clearly confused. Star blinked, thinking hard. I could do that, right? I could be in a relationship...What if I'm wretched at it? George let out a small chuckle and gave the girl a small peck on the forehead.
"Calm down, you're mental. Nothing's really going to change, we'll just get to snog whenever we want now." Star's face brightened. "Though, you can't go playing with other blokes."
"Playing?" Star laughed. "What does that even mean?"
"...I'm not quite sure, but it definitely means no other blokes..." The ginger replied uncertainly.
"What does that mean for the Ball? I already have a date, as do you," The small girl asked, brow furrowed.
"Just dump him!" George smiled, receiving a playful glare. "Okay, no dumping. But after tomorrow, no more dates! Got it missy?" He asked, wagging a finger at her, which she promptly bit. "Oww, get off. Bloody piranha." Star beamed up at the boy.
"Maybe we should keep this relationship to ourselves and our fan club until after the ball."
"Why?" He asked, rubbing his finger.
"It might cause some confusion, don't you think? It will be just until after the ball and then everyone can know for all I care," she stated, realizing that they were still laying in the snow.
"Everyone?" George responded with a devilish grin.
"Yes, everyone. You're mine, and I'm not ashamed!" She said in a serious tone.
Why would you be ashamed?"
"All that ginger hair of course."
"Oh sod off."
"Oi, that's my line!"
Star then had another realization. "This means we can't snog at all until after tomorrow night..."
"Well, I guess we should get as much in as we can now." George said cheekily, leaning into the girl once again.

"So, basically those two have been at each other's throats for half a year, and your friend...Star right? She's only just realized it was because she loved him?" Soren sat back in his chair, dragging a hand through his hair. "Sounds like a television drama."
"That's about what it has been," Fred agreed draping the two dress bags over the vacant chair. "Mind you, they've been a right nightmare ever since we met. You know, those two actually stole from us-"
"Oh shove off." Aeryn returned from the bar and placed two mugs of Butterbeer on the table. "Here you boys go. It's on me, as thanks for helping out back there." She sat down next to Soren and the group lapsed into silence.
"Oi, what did you end up getting?" Fred tugged at the zipper of the bag holding Aeryn's dress.
"DON'T!" Aeryn yelped, grabbing the bag from across the table. She blushed and clutched it to her chest. "It's...it's a surprise," she explained weakly.
Soren laughed, "I'm sure it'll only make you all the more lovely," he said innocently. Aeryn blushed as he stood up. "These are very good. I'm going to get another." Aeryn smiled absently as the Durmstrang disappeared into the crowd.
"What was all that about?" Fred asked with a smirk.
"What? Oh...nothing," Aeryn replied, not quite meeting her ginger friends eyes.
"Uh huh...how did you two meet again?" Fred inquired casually, taking another drink of his Butterbeer. Aeryn looked up curiously.
"Why does it matter how we met?" She asked, a slight blush creeping up her face. "I'm not sitting here interrogating you about Angelina."
Fred looked up from his drink, confused. "What's me and Angelina got to do with you and Soren?"
Aeryn's eyes widened and she sputtered, looking for an excuse while trying to hide her embarrassment. "N-nothing, I just...I mean well she and you...w-well I mean, I thought that...maybe...you and I..." she glanced up at Fred who was staring at her blankly. Good God, does stupidity run in the family?! "Just forget it," she finished tiredly, resting her head in her hands.

"Here we are!" Soren dropped into his chair with his freshly refilled mug. "It was a mess up there, crazy how many people they can cram into this one room," he chattered cheerfully. He looked over at Aeryn who was rubbing circles into her temples. "What's wrong with her?" He asked Fred, who shrugged. The group sat in silence like that for a few minutes, Soren and Fred nursing their drinks and Aeryn holding her head in her hands. Suddenly, Aeryn stood. "I'm going to the restroom," she muttered, excusing herself. Soren cleared his throat and looked at Fred. "So...um...are you two..." he motioned to Aeryn's retreating figure, "like a...thing?"
Fred raised his eyebrows, a strangely heavy feeling settling in his stomach. "A thing?"
Soren leaned forward in his seat, his face reddening slightly. "I mean, are you two dating?"
Fred choked on his drink. "Me and Aeryn?" he rasped. "No, no way!" Me and Aeryn?
Soren leaned back in his chair, smiling. "Oh, well...good," he said happily. "Ah, there you are! We were just talking about you," Soren greeted Aeryn cheerfully as she sat back down.
"Talking about me?" Aeryn asked, looking over to Fred curiously. He seemed to be lost in thought and didn't look up.
"Yep! So Aeryn, I know I'm really late in asking this, but have you got a date to the Yule Ball?"

Okay so there you go! Read, review, comment, yell at us, cry, do whatcha gotta do! Next chapters going up in a few minutes!