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Chapter 19

          Fleur suddenly pulled away from Ron and grazed her lips with her fingertips. Ron looked at her with his mouth slightly agape. He searched her face for answers, but Fleur wouldn't meet his eyes. Silvery strands of hair fell softly against her fragile face.

          "Fleur what is it?" Ron asked.

          "Ron I can't do zis vith you. I love you, but it iz az a friend. I just realized that when I vaz kizzing you and it didn't happen." Fleur spoke eloquently.

          "What didn't happen?"

          "Zis iz going to zound very girly but when you love zomeone in zat vay you feel sparks…like your whole heart iz in it."

          "Gimme another chance, I can make those sparks pop up." Ron smirked and leaned towards her.

          "No Ron, I zink I may be in love vith someone else. The last zing I vanted to do vaz hurt you but I have to be honest." Fleur tried to explain in the least harmful way possible.

          "Well you did hurt me. Is this fun for you? Do you always play with people's hearts like this? I know who the chap is too, it's Wood isn't it?" Ron shot daggers at her with his eyes.

          "Ron you must understand. Pleaze, you are my greatest friend here. I need you and I vant to be zere for you too." Fleur pleaded placing a hand on his shoulder.

          Ron brushed her off of him without even taking a glance at her empathetic eyes. He pursed his lips together and stood up.

          "I knew it was him, you didn't need to even say it." Ron stated before charging out of their corner.

          Fleur placed her head in her elongated fingers and cried harder than she had all day. She had just hurt the one person who had been there and was accepting of her faults. Ron had become more sincere and trustworthy then any of the so-called friends she left behind in Paris.

          Fleur finally got up after hiding away for an hour. She crept upstairs and immediately got into her bed. She didn't want anyone to see the puffy red face that she now was carrying. She faced away from Hermione's view and stared out the semi-opened window and slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.

          The next morning Wood whistled and merrily jumped the steps down to breakfast. Saturday mornings were one of his favorite things. He enjoyed getting up before anyone else and finding his way to the kitchens to have a meal in peace. There was the occasional Prefect about, but aside from that it was perfect.

          As Wood entered the Great Hall this morning her found Ron sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, picking at his food. This was highly unusual, not really the fact Ron was up, but that it seemed he wasn't hungry. Wood raised an eyebrow and took a seat next to him.

          "Wood I don't suggest you sitting next to me this morning." Ron warned.

          "Why, what's wrong mate?"

          "I am not your friend! Nor do I wish to become a friend in the near future!" Ron yelled.

          "What's this sudden outburst?" Wood asked taken aback.

          "Oh you should know…I mean you did steal away the most unique creature that I've ever laid my eyes on. One of the most sweet and compassionate people that I actually thought I might have a chance with." Ron explained red faced.

          "Fleur?"

          "Good job Sherlock! Ten points for the asshole in green." Ron sarcastically remarked.

          "There's no need for that Ron, I didn't even know Fleur fancied me back. I mean she ran away crying after I kissed her last night…"Wood trailed off catching himself saying the worst thing possible.

          "So you kissed her last night as well?"

          "What? You did too?"

          "Yes and great news she chooses you! I apparently am no more than a friend, a best friend but still…"

          "Ron she loves you, it's obvious she trusts you more than me. She has been the most honest when around you."

          "Yes…well…I just can't talk to you." Ron muttered and got up.

          Wood watched as Ron ran off back towards the main staircase. Wood understood that Ron didn't want him to go near Fleur, but he really didn't have to be such a prat about it. Suddenly what Ron had just said fully hit him. He gasped and hit his knee. She loved him, he couldn't fathom why but she did.

          "She's loves me!" Wood screamed.

          The house elves and various teachers and prefects all froze and stared at his scene. Wood danced around happily then felt all the staring pairs of eyes. He slowly lowered his arms and got a sheepish grin.

          "Its…Saturday…has an odd affect on me." Wood stuttered.

          "Indeed." Snape snapped at him.

          Ron entered the Common Room and ran smack into Fleur. Then both stepped back and rubbed their foreheads. Then slowly noticed whom they had each run into to.

          "Uh…morning Fleur." Ron tried to remain civil.

          "Ron pleaze don't act zat vay vith me. We both know each other better zan zat."

          "Yes, as Wood said you are more honest with me than anyone else."

          "You talked to him zis morning?"

          "Of course had to tell him the fantastic news right?" Ron spoke proudly.

          His burst of confidence suddenly faded as he saw the hurt in Fleur's eyes. She had trusted him with this information, which he had so carelessly spilled out like a glass of milk. Ron took a step towards her and felt the cold blow of her shoulder.

          "Ron how could you? I trusted you, I bet you told him my zecret about being zent here az well…" Fleur spoke with a sudden fire in her eyes.

          "No, no I didn't tell him about that. I wouldn't tell anyone I made a promise. Fleur I'm sorry I was hurt and I didn't know what to do. I seem to do irrational things when upset."

          "Zo zince I'm upzet now I should go out tell everyone all about how you vere falling all over me last night!" Fleur questioned.

          "Fleur I cannot emphasize enough how sorry I am. Please Let's try to make this right. I realize it was wrong of me to act that way especially since you were only trying to be truthful. I acted like a child."

          Fleur softened a bit and looked up at him a bit more calmly at that moment. She still kept silent though as if waiting for the right words.

          "Fleur I am flattered to be your best friend here let's go back to the way things were. If I can't have you as my girl than I need you to be my friend. Let me help you figure out how to make Madam Maxime regret ever sending you here."

          "You…you vant to help me?"

          "Yes very much so."

          Fleur quickly rushed to him and gathered him into a hug. Ron smiled and placed a hand on her head of silky hair. So she wasn't going to be his, at least he could still get a hug out of the situation. Ron then took in the sent of her hair, which smelled like lilacs in the summertime.

          He wasn't going to get over her in a matter of a few days, so having her near was at least some conciliation. Smelling her hair wasn't wrong…especially if she didn't know about it.