Neville and Harry very absolutely furious at their friend. How could he be so callous and make Hermione cry and collapse like that? They managed to locate Ron after several hours, catching him in his last throes of vomiting.

Ron staggered towards them, neither tried to help him up.

'That... bitch... She cast that bloody spell on me! We have to get her!' gasped Ron, his breath disgusting, smelling of rotten meat and slime.

Harry wrinkled his nose and punched Ron square in the face.

'What the BLOODY HELL was that for!' spluttered Ron, blood spurting from his nose.

Harry shook his hand gingerly, 'You idiot. You bloody idiot. Just can't let Hermione be happy can you?'

Ron stared at him, uncomprehendingly. Neville hoisted him up, 'Well, we'd better get you to Madam Pomfrey.'

Ron shrugged Neville away, 'What? What the hell are you talking about? It's sick! Fleur is making Hermione a freak!'

'I had no idea that you were so pathetic. What a bloody homophobic you are,' stated Neville quietly.

Ron rounded on him and raised a fist threateningly. Neville flinched, but Harry stood in front, grasping Ron's fist.

'Leave it Ron. It's time you went and thought about what you did today. What you said,' said Harry flatly.

Ron spat blood at their feet and stormed off.

Fleur ended up cradling Hermione's head in her lap, gently stroking her face till she was calm again.

'Ssh... It's ok Hermione. I am here for you,' Fleur whispered as Hermione woke startled.

Hermione placed a weak smile on her features, holding a hand up to grasp a lock of Fleur's hair, gently tugging it down so that she could smell Fleur's shampoo.

'You smell great,' murmured Hermione.

'And you also, ma chere,' replied Fleur, placing a kiss on Hermione's forehead.

Hermione sighed and gasped a little in remembrance of the incident earlier.

Fleur shushed her and explained what Harry and Neville had done.

'Always looking out for me, those two,' commented Hermione quietly, feeling that it was strange because in their first year, it had been Ron and Harry.

She sadly tried to think of a time when Ron had just stopped being a great friend. He always had been at her for being a bookworm. She supposed that he must have never let that go and it festered to something worse.

'Ron was my friend. He used to CARE for me. I don't know what happened,' sobbed Hermione.

Fleur felt extremely murderous to Ron yet again, hoping that Harry had given him what he deserved.

'Perhaps he is simply jealous and is lashing out at you. He is at that age that boys are rather horny,' suggested Fleur, sagely.

Hermione stifled a giggle, 'But Harry and Neville aren't like that!'

Fleur smiled at her wanly, 'Ah, but they are not ordinary boys, now are they?'

'I suppose not. They are quite different,' mumbled Hermione, turning around to hug Fleur tightly.

Fleur began to sing, 'Fall on me, tell me everything you want me to be. Forever with you, forever in me, ever the same.'

Hermione recognised it to be one of her favourite songs, by Rob Thomas.

She listened, loving the different and more melodious version by Fleur's voice.

Later, before dinner, Fleur and Hermione were summoned by Professor Dumbledore.

'Professor? Did you want to see us?' asked Hermione meekly, not knowing what to expect.

Dumbledore turned around and had a rather serious expression on his face.

'I hear that Mr Weasley caused an uproar today. Did he hurt you Miss Granger?' asked Dumbledore, concerned.

'Only with his idiotic and crass words,' spat Fleur.

Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought before he spoke again.

'I suppose you two are seeing each other, so to speak?' inquired Dumbledore, an enigmatic and mysterious smile forming on his face.

Hermione was taken aback, how did he know?

'Oui, Professor,' replied Fleur carefully.

He looked to Hermione, who nodded slowly.

'Well, that's just wonderful! I'm delighted for you both,' he gushed, drawing both into a loving hug.

Fleur and Hermione looked at each other questioningly.

Dumbledore released them and beamed, ' Well, my congratulations to both you ladies. Now, Miss Granger. I would like you to meet me later next week at this very moment.'

'Yes Professor,' replied Hermione.

'Wonderful! Now, off to bed with the both of you!' exclaimed Dumbledore, hurrying them out.

'Next week? What does he want then? Hang on, isn't that the time for the second task?' commented Hermione.

Fleur crinkled her brow in thought, nodding her head, 'Oui. That is correct.'

'That reminds me, have you figured out the clue?' inquired Hermione curiously.

Fleur stared at the ground sheepishly, 'Non. Not just yet, I've been... distracted.'

Hermione gasped, 'Oh no! We'd best get you to know that clue then!'

'It's alright, I have a hunch, I'll check it out tonight,' replied Fleur, who had actually been trying multiple ways of stopping the awful shriek, finding something about it familiar.

Hermione put her hands on her hips, 'Well, I don't think the Beauxbatons will be very pleased if they find out that I've been... a distraction to you. Good night Fleur,' said Hermione.

'Wait! I'll walk you back to your room,' Fleur interjected before Hermione could leave.

Hermione smiled at her and wrapped her arm around Fleur as they strolled to Gryffindor tower.

Fleur entered the bathroom, to which she was glad that nobody else was in there. Considering it was 10:00, she

hadn't expected anyone to be there anyway.

'Now, perhaps I ought to try what Madame Maxime suggested the other day,' mused Fleur, lifting the golden egg.

She inspected it and then plunged it into the rushing water. She opened it and heard a faint musical quality, she dove under.

The mermaids singing was sweet and mysterious, but the words greatly worried Fleur.

There were many things that were precious to her. She furrowed her brow; she closed and dried the egg.

Finishing her bath, she crept into her room that she shared with her little sister, Gabrielle. She kissed her on the forehead. Fleur drew her covers up to her chin, falling into a fitful sleep.