Another Arien Chapter. Probably won't be as long. As I said, I'm running out of ideas for stuff, and unless I start doing more quidditch, I may have to start wrapping this up soon, unless someone wants to hit me with ideas. * HINT HINT*

I really don't want to end this without at least finishing Harry's years at Hogwarts. So hit me with some date ideas or something peeps.

Hogwarts Rumble Alternative Perspective: Chapter 3: Never Upset the Wife.

Arien was a little annoyed with his wife Fleur. She had failed to mention she would be teaching at Hogwarts until they were boarding the Hogwarts Express. She had also failed to mention they would be sharing quarters for married students, which were apparently a remnant of the old early betrothal tradition of the pureblood families at the school. This was the latest in a series of not so sexy surprises Fleur had been the center of in his life since the summer had started. The first?Arien and Fleur were basically forced to go through the formal courtship steps by their fathers over the course of the summer. Now, while this more or less meant that Arien stunned their chaperone, and then took Fleur to Muggle London for dates. He'd taken her to a muggle movie theater and to an amusement park. She was very...appreciative of his creativity with dates. He'd also taken her with him to a Vratsa Vultures game as part of his recruitment to the team, and while they were itching to sign him on a permanent basis, they had agreed to let him finish his schooling. This had been spurred on by a 4 game losing streak, and the fact the score line had only been saved Krum, so they were willing to capitulate to whatever demands he'd made. So he was now making some stupidly absurd amount of galleons for being a part time professional quidditch player during that summer, securing his favorite number (4) for his Jersey, and the first step of Blaise's master genius plan. Semi-unfortunately, Fleur had the rather distracting habit of transfiguring her robes into a muggle cheerleader outfit during the games he'd been a part of. It had been awesome right up until he'd flown into the stadium wall, which had sucked quite a bit. Fleur had ceased doing that when the replay pensieve had shown exactly why he had crashed, much to Fleur's embarassment. Though she HAD shown up to the medical tent dressed as a nurse and taken care of him. Surprisingly, neither of their parent's really cared they'd frequently stunned the person who was supposed to be watching over them and going off to do whatever they'd wanted. Apparently, it was some rookie Auror who'd pissed off Amelia Bones for some bigoted comment, so he'd been relegated to "protection detail".

Anyways, so yes. That continued right up until Fleur and himself had actually married at the end of June. The ceremony had been small, but pleasant. Gabby had been the ring bearer, Tracey had been the maid of honor, and Blaise the Best Man. They hadn't really wanted anyone more than that, and so with the usual marital fanfare, and a few fires being started in their hotel room the night of, they official became the Delacour-Carstairs. Which then leads the fair reader up to Arien finding out his wife was now undergoing a charms internship under Professor Filius Flitwick, meaning he would again get to spend the year with her. At first, he'd been ecstatic. Who doesn't dream of being with a sexy teacher? Yeah, no, Fleur apparently took this as her personal sign that Arien needed to have impeccable grades. No more settling for being 4th in his year without trying and no more sleeping through classes. Yes, Fleur Delacour-Carstair had become even more troublesome since he married her than he'd initially thought she'd be.

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"Arien, why are you 'iding from me? Do you not love me?" Fleur's dangerous voice was inquiring, looking for our lovably lazy deuteragonist. Arien had just arrived at their private quarters near the Slytherin Common Room. The married dormitory apparently was right next to Snape's quarters, which meant Arien had ZERO chance of being able to sleep in anymore. Arien just spent the last hour hiding in a suit of armor, and before that, ,had been under disillusionment charms to hide from Fleur. His reason for running? She had just outlined her five step plan to make him into the perfect student, and frankly, Arien was noping the hell out of there. So Arien defaulted on his typical strategy when he didn't like something: ignore/avoid it until it went away. Sadly, his wife was not having it, and she was a lot harder to ignore than his other problems. She had just finished dragging him away from Potter and placed him in the center of the floor, where he pouted like a child. She conjured some fire on her index finger, and poked him in the butt with it.

"AHHH! OW WOMAN! When I said you could touch my butt this is NOT what I had in mind!" Arien shot up off his perch, rubbing his now slightly smoking posterior. "What is your damage, Fleur?! Ever since this school year had started you've been insufferable! You act like I'm failing classes or something!"

"Iz it zo wrong I want my 'usband to be successful?!" Fleur yelled back at him with equal fervor, yanking him up by his collar and glaring at him eye to eye. "I do not wish you to be un'appy wizz your choices, mi amour!"

Fleur's eyes started welling up with tears. Lately, they'd been fighting a lot, because of Arien's grades. He'd insisted he had placed top four in everything, but she'd spoken to a blond house mate of Arien's, who had told her that her husband was failing!

"Why do you think I'm not successful?! I can literally point you to the contract I signed with the Vultures that made me 100,000 galleons a week! FOR A PART TIME CONTRACT!" Arien pushed his forehead against hers, hot breath on her face. "Why do you think I'm failing, Fleur?"

Her nostrils flared and she grabbed his head, fingers in his hair. "Becauze a blond boy in your 'ouse said so!" Arien's features went blank a moment, before he pulled away from her a moment and began chuckling darkly. He had pulled away from her, and was pacing around the room, muttering to himself

"Oh, Malfoy. You foolishly fiendish little ferret." Arien's laugh was starting to scare Fleur a bit, though the dark aura he was portraying didn't seem to be directed at her. He glanced back at her, before hugging her. "I am sorry, my silver flower. You have been duped. That ponce is not a friend of mine, and probably told you specifically to cause me problems."

Fleur was unsure why Arien now seemed to be in what she called "plotting mode". Arien's mother had told Fleur the first time she'd seen it that it was a trait of the males in the family. They were a little(a lot) more vindictive than the average person, and would spend hours devising convoluted revenge plots.

"Arien? I want you to swear to me you are not failing." Fleur's eyes were slightly tearful, because she'd been worried about her husband's future. Arien paused his muttering to himself, before he strode over to her, and placed a searing kiss on her lips, which dazed her. She was usually the one to initiate things, and she prided herself on making him grin like an idiot afterwards.

"As I said, my silver flower. You have been duped by a smooth talking ferret who has flow too close to the sun. Rest assured, the rodent problem will be deal with." Arien paused a moment, before he scooped his wife into his arms, and laid her on their bed, before tucking her in, and patting her on the head, which confused her. "Semi-related question, would you like to invest in a pet?"

Fleur opened her mouth the answer, but found she was now just very, very confused.

"Nevermind. Think about it. In the meantime, I'm going ferret hunting. I'll be back...sometime." Arien grabbed his wand, and left the room, his sinister laughter echoing down the halls. Fleur wasn't sure why, but she only hoped Arien didn't get himself expelled.

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A few months later...

It was yet another Hogsmead weekend of of the year, and while Fleur didn't understand what the fuss was about, Arien had promised he would take her out on a date. So naturally, she'd dressed pretty that day, wearing a skirt and cardigan, and light silver choker, as well as her usual glasses. She tossed her hair to the side, and ignored another student who'd chosen to approach her while she waited for her husband. She bit back a sigh of annoyance. She dressed like a nun practically everyday to convey she was HAPPILY married, and these...leetle boys still thought she was sending signals. She scoffed at that notion. "As if zey could comprehend the bond I 'ave wizz my Arien." She then placed her hands in her face, feeling slightly flushed which steamed up her glasses. Ever since they cleared up the misunderstanding, their relationship had been so much smoother, like it had been befroe the wedding, and before she'd started teacher. Though, didn't approve of Arien sitting in the lower year classes behind her desk while she taught them. He would wear glasses that had a permashine on them, and steepled his fingers in front of his face, so he looked like a villain. Many of the first years were rather terrified of him, right up until she'd transfigured him into a small weasel, and unleashed him on the class. She'd proceeded to baby talk him, and show him around the class. He'd made half hearted swipes at people who gave him pets, at least until they started scratching his chin.

"You're thinking about when you turned me into a weasel, aren't you?" Fleur turned to face the man who'd captured her heart, brushing a strand of hair out of her still flushed face. She noticed Arien had a half annoyed, half amused smirk on his face. He was wearing a typical pair of jeans, a green and silver shirt, a jacket, and his school scarf. All in all, Fleur thought the boy looked rather nice.

"I waz. It iz not my fault you make such a cute weasel. Though, you were a fat weasel, which iz weird, since you are rather slim." She began to tap her chin in thought. "Maybe we should get a weazel. They are cute, and like furry noodles." She looked at him rather innocently, her silver eyes practically begging him. This caused him to sigh, but the smile on his face betrayed him.

"Fine. I'll apparate and get you one before the day is over. Okay?" Arien stated to his wife in a placating manner. He knew he'd made the correct choice when her face lit up into a billion watt smile. He wondered if he could talk to them with legillimency like he could with snakes?

Shaking his head, he proceeded to grab Fleur's hand, which caused the girl to let out a strange...squeal like noise, before they leisurely made their way to the carriages that would carry them to the village proper. During the carriage ride, she laid her head on his shoulder, and took a short nap. Arien could hardly blame her, since she'd spent the past weeks perfecting her teaching approach, lesson plans, and grading small assignments to the point of neglecting her sleep. He brushed a lock of silver hair away from her face, before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. This action prompted squeals from the other carriage occupants, much to Arien's annoyance. He shifted his gaze to them, before they began to fidget.

"Sorry." He mumbled, not really meaning it, but felt it better to feign apologies. Blaise had emphasized that was something he needed to work on.

The 3rd year girls shook their heads emphatically, before one actually spoke. "No, it's fine. We just aren't used to Mrs. DC being so...peaceful. She's rather intense in classes, and she's usually annoyed because some of the dumber boys in our class still ask her out. She usually just laughs haughtily and calls them 'leetle boyz', before resuming the lecture topic." One of them explained in an apologetic manner.

"Yes, that does sound like something my wife would do. She doesn't really deal well with stupidity. At least she didn't set them on fire." Arien commented offhandedly, prompting the girls to look at him incredulously.

"Well, um...you guys are very adorable together. We saw you guys dancing in an abandoned corridor last year. It was super sweet." The second girl said excitedly, clearly enjoying the romance talk.

Arien just coughed awkwardly, wondering how much of that particularly instance they'd seen. Twas not for small eyes after all. "Thanks, we try. We have our issues like any other couple, but my silver flower here is the only person besides my best friend who keeps me grounded. She completes me in ways I didn't know I needed." Arien paused to stroke Fleur's hair, not noticing the smile that was breaking out on her face. "Don't let anyone who knows about my quidditch career fool you, she's the one who is settling for me. This brilliant woman could have any man she wanted- OW!" He had been about to continue when Fleur reached up and flicked him on the nose, before she rose up and stretched like a cat.

" 'onestly Arien. You were saying such wonderful zings, and zen you go and be zelf-depricazing again. You'd zink ze fact I married you, and dress like a nun in ze most unflattering robes I can would indicate 'ow I only 'ave eyes for you." She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, before snuggling back up, prompting the girls to release a sigh of longing.

The rest of the ride passed uneventfully, and soon the power couple found themselves at the entrance of Hogsmead. Fleur looked around the quaint little village, which hadn't changed that much since she'd last seen it. Fleur sneakily reached for her husband's hand, before wrapping herself on his arm.

"Well, lead on, dear. Zis was your idea." Fleur stated lazily from her perch on Arien's shoulder. "We could 'ave just had anozher picnic and I would 'ave been 'appy."

"Yes, but I LIKE spending galleons on you. Plus, going to this place is like...a right of passage for couples at Hogwarts, or so I'm told." Arien spoke in amusement, before leading them towards the gaudy tea shop of Madame Puddifoot. Upon entering, they were assaulted by a wave of perfume, incense, and tea. Both Arien and Fleur's jaws dropped a bit a sight before them, with the overwhelming sea of pink and hearts everywhere. They shared an incredulous look, before slowly taking a seat at an empty table near the back.

"This is...horrifying." Arien stated in a dead voice.

"My god. Zere is so much pink! I 'ave never zeen so much pink in one place before." Fleur was wide eyed and confused. "Maybe ze food will be decent, at least." She stated hopefully, as she really didn't want the first real date they'd had together in a few months be a dud.

They waited about ten minutes, before they tried to flag down a server, only to be continually ignored. Sharing a look, they nodded at each other, before standing and leaving. When they got outside, Fleur looked at him a moment, before she burst into laughter.

"O' my god, Arien. Were we not making ze googly eyes enough for ze servers?" She managed to get out between laughs. "Oh. I needed zat laugh, zank you, my love." She wiped a tear from her eye before beaming up at him.

Arien just blushed a bit, before scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He just glanced around, before casting a tempus, noting it was only around 1 in the afternoon. "What do you say we get some food at the Three Broomsticks, and then go flying around the castle grounds?"

Fleur nodded happily before taking his arm, and allow Arien to lead them to the pub.

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"ARIEN! I AM GOING TO KILL YOUUUUUUU!" Fleur screamed in his ear as she clutched him for dear life as Arien did another divebomb on his broom towards the lake, pulling up and skidding a hand across the surface of the water as they flew by, world inverted from flying upside down. Arien just laughed as he felt his wife clutch him tighter while they zoomed around the air. He would have done another dive but he felt his ribs cracking from how tightly Fleur was gripping him.

"Urk- Fleur...can't...breathe..." He wheezed out, as they began to slow down. Fleur slowly looked up, slacking her grip on her husband, before she began to smack him in the back with a fist repeatedly. "OW! WOMAN, STOP HITTING ME!"

"I WILL STOP 'ITTING YOU WHEN YOU STOP DOING MEAN THINGS!" She ceased her smacking him in the back, before she gripped the back of his shirt with her left hand. "You know I 'ate when you fly like zis. I worry your broom will mezz up and you will get 'urt."

"Aw come on, Fleur. I'm by no means immortal but you know I'm a damn good flyer, and I check my broom once a day. We were never in danger, my silver flower." Arien placated, speaking softly to his clearly stressed out wife. He glanced back to see the top of her silver mane buried into his back.

"I am not used to zis. Please...can we just...float here for a bit?" She tightened her grip on his torso, though in a much more gentle fashion this time, occasionally rubbing his chest with her thumbs. "I want to watch ze sunset wizz you."

Arien took one hand off the broom, and wrapped it around Fleur's, intertwining their hands and resting them on his thigh. A soft smile played on his lips, before he nodded. "As you wish." He spoke softly, feeling his wife's heartbeat against his back.

"Good. When we land, you can go get me zat weasel you promised me."

Arien merely groaned in annoyance.

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May 20, 1995...

"Awwww, who iz Maman's good leetle weazel? You are!" Fleur's cooing voice sounded from a few feet away as Arien sent another Sectumsempra spell at the target dummy, slicing it cleanly in half. They had decided to hang out in the Room of Requirement as a semi-date that evening. Fleur had suggested he use the occasion in the room to practice some spell work while she graded some papers, though she was getting distracted by her new-ish pet weasel. She'd named him Antoin, for reasons Arien still didn't understand. His snake was curled around Fleur's ankle, enjoying the natural warmth she put off as a Veela. He shook his head, before throwing another spell at the dumb, the lightning hitting his and vaporizing the spot where the heart would be.

"O' my! Do you zee zat, Antoin? Your Papa iz so brutal and scary." Arien flicked his gaze to the side, seeing her once again holding Antoin in a protective fashion while baby talking him. "O' what if he 'urts your poor maman?"

"Could you maybe not talk to the weasel like I'm not here?" Arien grit out in annoyance. She was trying to mess with him, like she often did.

"Oh, my leetle baby! See 'ow irritable 'e iz!" She fake wailed, drawing a hand to her forehead in mock distress. " O' me o' my, whatever will I do to escape zis man's clutches!"

Arien twitched again, before calming sheathing his wand in its holster, before he strode quickly over to his wife. She flitted a hand over her mouth as she slowly backed up to the wall. Arien placed a hand beside her head, before he leaned down to her ear, and whispered.

"You clearly wanted my attention. Well, now you have it." Her breathing hitched, before he saw her shiver in anticipation. "Don't play games you can't win, my silver flower."

He gently cupped her chin, before he placed a kiss on her lips. She tried to deepen it, but he pulled away. He looked her in her blue orbs, which were currently half lidded and smoldering at him. Smirking, he winked at her, before walking back to the test dummy, and readying another spell. He glanced back at Fleur, who was tapping her foot angrily at the snubbing of her manipulations for some loving. He smirked again. Maybe that would teach her to just be straight-forward with what she wanted. He was about to throw a spell when the floor beneath him suddenly turned into a pool, and he fell in. Okay, maybe she wouldn't. Either way, his life certainly wasn't boring, and Fleur eventually got what she wanted that night, papers left ungraded on the room's desk.

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To be continued.

Sorry for the delay. Between school, and a series of bad reviews on a few of my fics, my motivation to write was killed for a bit. I just needed to take some time to myself, while I thought hard about what I wanted to do with the story I have the most plans for (Crazy Life). This was the most completed out of the work I had so far, so I decided to finish it and upload it. The next one probably won't be up till May when I'm finished with school for the semester.

Until then,

Raizen out.