Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with another chapter of Ma Fleur! We've reached chapter twenty-five! Pretty short author's note this time, because that's pretty much it! As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. Anywho, with that out of the way, grab your Licorice Wands, your tea, and let's dive right in!

Chapter 25

Italics – French

As the days pass, Hogwarts goes on business as usual with the Yule Ball approaching fast. The halls have shining green and red decorations scattered along the walls. Walking into the Great Hall with Fleur's hand in his, Harry smiles as Katie waves him over.

"Morning, lovebirds!" She says, patting Harry on the back. She moves to Fleur and gives her a small hug before sitting back down at the table on the other side of Harry. "How'd you both sleep?"

"We slept fine, Katie." She answers, smiling warmly. "May I just say I am quite glad you decided to start joining 'Arry and me for breakfast. I am very quickly enjoying your company more and more."

"Careful, Hare-Bear," Katie says, nudging his shoulder with her own. "I might steal your girl away from you. My beauty is known to capture both sexes, you know."

"Too bad your ego drives them away." He mumbles, earning a smack upside his head from both women. "Bloody hell!"

"Be nice,' Arry." Fleur mock scolds, rolling her eyes. "Katie my sweet, I am so sorry for my love's behavior."

"It is quite alright, my dear Fleur," She responds, waving her hand dismissively. "we'll just have to train him better."

"Just so you know, I'm not a dog." Harry grumbles, leaning on the table with his hand on his cheek.

"No, you're worse." Hermione says, sitting down across from them. "You're a boy, so it takes even more effort."

"Oi, I resent that!" Harry yells in fake outrage.

"Am I wrong?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up, Hermione." He grumbles again, returning to his sulking.

"I thought so."

Chuckles sound out from around them and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle. After a few minutes, Hermione finishes her breakfast and Harry stands up with a stretch. "Come on, Hermione," He says, kissing the top of Fleur's forehead and walking towards the end of the table with Hermione walking along the other side. "I'll see you later, love."

"I love you!" She calls out, eliciting wolf whistles, catcalls, and teasing laughter.

"I love you, too!" He calls back, happily saying it in public.

"You really love him to death, don't you?" Katie asks once the pair leaves the Great Hall.

"More than you can imagine, Katie," She says, watching him leave with a dreamy gaze. "I never zought I would find anyone, and I would 'ave to settle for being a trophy wife. 'Arry changed all of zat, and I will be eternally grateful to him."

"Fleur, you're not going to... hurt him, are you?" She asks, her face turning serious.

"What? Of course not! I love 'im!" She says, affronted at the suggestion.

"Alright, alright!" Katie says, holding her hands up in surrender. "I had to ask. I know you know what he's been through, and I know it may seem like he's strong. Well, he is strong, there's no denying that. He's also incredibly vulnerable, Fleur."

"If you were to hurt him, the first woman to ever bring him this far out of his shell... it would kill him," Katie says hesitantly. "Harry's my friend, Fleur. One of my best friends. I won't let anyone hurt him and get away with it. I just wanted you to know that."

"Katie, I would never dream of 'urting 'Arry!" She says, determination set on her face. "My family loves 'im almost as much as I do! We 'ave accepted 'im into our lives, and 'e's not going anywhere!"

"Alright, Fleur," Katie says with a smile. "I just had to say something. I care about him a lot, Fleur."

"Zank you, Katie," Fleur responds, hugging the Gryffindor tightly. "I'm glad 'Arry 'as friends like you and 'Ermione."

~Fleur~

Walking into Potions with Hermione, Harry sits down at their usual bench. While Hermione lingers back to hand in an extra credit assignment, Harry doesn't notice Ron sit next to him at the desk. "Hey, mate," He says, pulling out his book. "I thought about it, and I think I acted a bit too rashly with what I said. I'm here to apologize so we can put this behind us and be friends again!"

Turning slowly towards the ginger-haired idiot, Harry's face hardens as he glares at him.

"Friends?" Harry spits out, his voice a hiss. His magic coalesces around him, icy wind whipping around the room. "You told me I belong in the ground with my parents, and you expect a 'sorry' to change it all?! Are you fucking daft?!"

"Of course it will!" Ron says, shocking Harry with his stupidity. The wind stops while Harry attempts to process such blatant idiocy. "We're best mates! A few words don't mean anything! I was just angry, and to be fair, you were hogging the spotlight!"

Shaking in anger at his blatant dismissal of the pain and anger his words cause, Harry is struck silent for a few moments.

"So, whaddya say?" He says, smiling at him. "Let's put this whole stupid fight behind us and get back to being best mates. Hermione, you don't mind sitting at another table today, right?"

"Ronald, you..." She sputters in anger before spotting Harry shaking in blind fury. "Professor, Harry!"

Spotting the angry magic swirling around him, crimson and begging for blood, Snape rushes into action. "Granger, attempt to calm him!" He snaps, waving his wand and pulling Ron away from Harry. Hermione rushes forward and begins muttering in Harry's ear, attempting to calm him. Snape waves his wand once more, forming a bubble of magic around them. "Weasley, you idiot boy! What in the world did you do?!"

"Nothing, Professor!" He squeaks, staring at Harry in fear. "I was just telling him we should put this stupid fight behind us so we can be friends again, honest!"

"Even I know he wants nothing to do with you anymore!" He snarls, waving his hand urgently. "Get out of here, now! Fifty points from Gryffindor and a month's detention with me!"

"What for?!" He snaps, turning to look at Snape in anger.

"For antagonizing another student with knowledge of the fact that he has incredibly volatile magic tied to his emotions and being incredibly stupid to do so!" He snaps back, glaring at the boy. "Get to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, now! He might be the only one who can protect you! Everyone else but Granger, out of the room! I'm going to try and contain him with her!"

Once the class is clear, he turns back to the shaking Harry while Hermione is trying her best to keep him calm. "Harry, please stay calm." She pleads, holding his hands tightly.

"Granger, you might have to use a low blow," He says, his wand at his side. "I'll tell him I told you to do it, but play on his refusal to hurt you."

Nodding to Snape, she turns back towards Harry and takes a deep breath before hugging him. "Harry, if you blow up, you'll hurt me..." She whispers. "I know you don't want to hurt me, but I'm not letting go, and if you let your magic get out of control, I'll get hurt."

A few moments later, the wind dies down and Harry turns to look at Hermione. Hurt etched on his face, he mutters out. "I'd never hurt you, Hermione," He says, looking appalled. "Why would you even think that?"

"I told her to say it, Potter," Snape says, putting his wand away. "I thought hearing her say that might snap you out of your rage."

Sitting back down, he buries his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, Professor Snape." He apologises with a sigh.

"It's alright, Potter," He responds, hesitating for a moment before patting his shoulder awkwardly. "You'll need to attend detention with me for causing this interruption, but that's all. I know Weasley goaded you into it, but you still did disturb my class."

"Is it alright if I use Champions privilege to skip class, sir?" He asks, grinning up at an attempt of levity.

"Absolutely not, Potter," He responds, the corner of his mouth cracking into a smile. "Commendable of you to try, though."

"You know I could just leave anyway, right?" He asks.

"I do," He says, patting the boy's back. "But if you intended on leaving, you wouldn't have asked in the first place. Your mother had the same tell, you know."

"She did?" He asks, his eyes widening.

"Indeed," He says, a small smile gracing his lips. "You truly are so much more like her than I first gave you credit for. Miss Granger, please bring in the rest of the class."

Nodding, she leads the rest of the class in a moment later, sitting down beside Harry.

"Today, we will be learning about some general antidotes that can be used for counteracting certain types of potions, specifically low-level potions that cause mild kinds of sickness."

The class goes on for a few minutes, Snape explaining the types of sickness these kinds of potions can cause and identify which antidote needs application. After a few minutes, Dumbledore walks in with Weasley hiding behind him.

"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore says, a jovial smile on his face. "I was wondering if I could borrow young Mr. Potter."

Nodding to the Headmaster, Snape turns back towards Harry and lazily motions for him to leave. Packing up his things, he nods to Hermione. "Mr. Potter, Friday at seven, understand?"

"Yes sir," He says before following Dumbledore out. After walking a bit further down the hall, Harry spits out. "Headmaster, if he says absolutely anything to me, I will not be held responsible for my actions."

"Harry, we cannot go around assaulting everyone simply because we're angry," He reprimands. "I do believe Mr. Weasley was just attempting to rekindle your friendship. Don't hold a mistake against him, my boy."

"I don't care, sir!" He snaps, refusing to turn his head towards him. "I am not going to be his friend again, not after what he said!"

"Harry, surely you think that's a bit extreme?"

"He said I belong in the ground with my parents..." He whispers icily before exploding. "HE CAN BUGGER OFF FOR ALL I FUCKING CARE!"

"Harry, settle down!" Dumbledore roars over Harry, pouring magic into his voice and shocking Harry. For a moment, Harry glimpses the old battle mage, the man who defeated Grindelwald and truly is deserving of the praise of his power. Taking a few deep breaths, Dumbledore takes a moment to compose himself. "I apologize for snapping at you. I understand your anger, Harry. I truly do, but I will not be disrespected like that."

"I apologize, sir," Harry says sincerely, realizing he's been acting like a child. "You didn't deserve me acting out like that sir, and I am sorry."

"Apology accepted, as long as you can accept mine." He says with a kind smile.

"Of course, sir," He says with a nod before turning a glare at Ron. "However, that does not change the fact that what he did was unforgivable and I will NEVER be friends with him again, sir."

"Harry, do not mistake my attempts to rekindle your friendship as a way of telling you what to do or ignoring your feelings," He says, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Friendship is a beautiful thing and is not something that should be so easily tossed aside. If you truly are adamant in your decision, I will not push you further. I only wish for you to seriously consider it before taking action to eliminate your friendship with Mr. Weasley."

"I am sure, Professor," He says firmly. "I can never forgive what he said, and when I look at him all I feel is anger."

"Alright, my boy," He says, nodding with a smile. "You can go now, but please take my words to heart in the future."

"Thank you, sir." He says, walking away.

"Come along, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore says, leading the boy to his office. Upon the pair of them sitting down, Dumbledore slides the bowl of lemon drops towards Ron who takes a large handful. "Now, Mr. Weasley. It looks like we could not rekindle your friendship with Mr. Potter."

"What are we going to do about his money, then?"

"Don't worry, my boy," He says, his eyes twinkling. "Young Ginerva is still very much an option."

"How?" He asks, popping one of the candies into his mouth. "With that veela slut's claws in him, Ginny will never get anywhere near him!"

"Accidents can always happen, Mr. Weasley," He says, gesturing for him to leave. "Remember that, my boy."

In the Great Hall, Harry peers around the corner of the entrance to see Fleur sitting next to Katie during lunch. Smirking evilly, Harry launches a spell into the air of the hall and walks forward as a melodic ballad plays above them. Walking up to Fleur, Harry conjures flowers in his hand before dropping down to one knee.

"Fleur, my love," He says, taking her hand and grinning madly at the blush and beaming smile on her face. "Will you do me the immense honor of going to the ball with me?"

"Oui, of course I will, 'Arry!" She shrieks, jumping onto him and tumbling the both of them to the ground. Kissing him firmly, Fleur hums in happiness as Harry waves his wand and sets off small fireworks above them. "Zat was quite ze invitation, 'Arry."

"I defy anyone to try and one up me." He says, kissing her again as Katie, Neville, Hermione, and the twins cheer madly for the pair.

"Very impressive, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore says, smiling with a polite clap. "However, I must ask that you disperse the music and fireworks."

"Sure thing, Professor." He says, waving his hand and ceasing the effects.

"Now, as impressive as that was, I'm afraid you aren't allowed to attend the ball with Miss Delacour." He says, an apologetic look on his face.

"According to...?" Harry asks.

"The rules of the Tournament," Dumbledore replies. "Each Champion must open the ball representing their school, and if Miss Delacour is with you, she isn't representing Beauxbatons. Still, there are plenty of young ladies I'm sure would be more than happy to go with you. Perhaps young Miss Bell or Miss Weasley would go with you. They are your friends, are they not?"

"Pardon my language sir, but bullshit," He says, rolling his eyes. "First off, I've read the rules regarding the tournament front to back multiple times. While each Champion must represent their school, there is literally nothing in there saying that they have to do that alone, or they can't attend with another Champion.

"A Champion can represent their school and still attend the ball with another. After all, two champions attending would be furthering what this Tournament is all about in the first place; International Magical Cooperation. By all logic, attending this ball with Fleur would not only be adhering to that ideal, but it would also strengthen it."

"Twenty points for bridging the gap between nations, Mr. Potter!" McGonagall says proudly. Nodding to her in thanks, Harry turns back towards the Headmaster.

"With all due respect sir, it's none of your business who I attend the ball with," He says, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. "On top of that, it was very rude of you to assume that Miss Weasley and Miss Bell don't already have dates. They're both very attractive young women, I'm sure they've both had several offers, or have already accepted. Am I mistaken?"

"Yeah, I've had a few offers," Katie says nonchalantly. "Haven't decided on anyone yet, though. Hear that, boys? This hot date is still on the market, ask while you can!"

"I'm actually going with Neville," Ginny says shyly, smiling up at Neville. "He was the first to ask me, and he's a good friend. I was more than happy to have fun with him that night."

"'Arry, will you do me ze honor of adjourning to our apartment?" She says saucily, walking out of the hall with a beckoning finger. "Sorry to cut this short, but spousal duties call!"

"Mr. Potter?" McGonagall calls after him, prompting Harry to turn around. "Be safe."

Blushing redder than the ornaments on the tree, Harry shuffles out of the hall as Minerva chuckles.

"I think you were just pranked, love." Fleur says, rubbing his back as they walk side by side.

"Maybe," Harry responds, smiling warmly. "But I still get to spend the next hour in our bed with your lips on mine."

"Touche, my love." She says, kissing his cheek.

~Fleur~

The days pass and the twenty-fifth of December finally comes around. The hustle of the students busying themselves for the ball is rampant, denizens and visitors alike making last-minute preparations with friends and dates. Pacing outside the Great Hall, Harry nibbles on his nails for what seems like the billionth time.

"Harry, you've gotta calm down, mate." George says, clapping Harry on the back.

"Yeah, you'll just work yourself into nausea." Fred finishes.

"Cut me some slack, guys!" He says, shooting the twins an annoyed look. "It's my first ball."

"It's our first ball, too!"

"How do you think we feel?"

"We have beautiful women-"

"We have to impress, too!"

"Just because we're a bit older-"

"Doesn't mean we're not nervous!"

"We just hide it better!" They finish together.

"One of these days, I'm going to curse you so you can never do that again." Harry grumbles turning away from the twins to keep pacing.

"You wouldn't do that-"

"Would you, Harry?"

"Old buddy?

"Old chap?"

"Our dear-"

"Kind-"

"Glorious-"

"Amazing-"

"Friend to end all friends?" They finish together. Harry glares at them and raises his hand, pink lightning crackling around his fingers.

"We're done." They say in unison. Harry huffs and closes his fist and dispersing the lightning.

"You guys are lucky you're my friends." Harry mutters, turning back towards the staircase. After a few minutes, Harry feels Fleur walking down the staircase. Turning slowly, he takes in the sight of the woman he's fallen in love with. A striking navy blue dress shimmers in the low light, rolling like the waves of the sea as she moves. Harry's breath hitches in his throat as she walks up to him, spinning around to reveal her bare back. Leaning back against him, she turns her head and whispers in his ear.

"How do I look, handsome?"

"Like Aphrodite is a hag compared to you..." Harry whispers back, his voice barely audible. "You look absolutely ravishing, Fleur. I am simply astonished at how beautiful you look."

"You always know just what to say, my love," She purrs, stroking his cheek before placing a soft kiss where he hand was. "Shall we start ze ball?"

Nodding dumbly, he offers his hand to Fleur who takes it immediately. Leading her to the door, McGonagall smirks at Harry's nervousness.

"Relax, Potter," She whispers, patting his shoulder. "You'll do fine. Just focus on her, it'll all work out. Trust me."

Nodding again, the doors to the Hall open up and Harry walks in with Fleur on his arm, followed by Cho and Cedric. Victor and Katie follow after, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow at her when they sit down at the Champion's Table. She shrugs before sticking her tongue out at him, pulling a chuckle from them both. Joining them at the table, Fred and Hermione sit down, followed quickly by George and Angelina.

Turning towards the sound of a spoon on a glass, the Hall watches as Dumbledore looks at a menu before calling out "Pork chops!" His menu disappears and his dish appears on his plate before he spreads his arms out to the hall. "Please enjoy the food prepared by the Hogwarts elves! Everyone, tuck in!"

As the rest of the Hall follows suit, Harry orders bouillabaisse and Fleur orders coq au vin. As the attendees of the dinner eat, light conversation stems throughout the room, a large amount of the people in attendance waiting for the dancing to start. Tapping Harry's shoulder, Fleur points to the bouillabaisse. "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" She asks, fluttering her eyelashes at her love.

"Absolutely!" He says, moving the bowl away. "Like I'm going to let some sneaky hen steal my precious food!"

"'Ow dare you call me a 'en!" She says, gasping playfully. "What an ego you 'ave on you, mister. I might 'ave to, 'ow you say? Kiss you down a few pegs, non?"

"Don't you mean 'knock me down a few pegs?'" Harry asks, gulping.

"I know what I said, Harry." She purrs, winking at him. Chuckling nervously, Harry turns bright red and hides his face in his hands.

"Harry, mate." Forge starts.

"It looks like-" Gred continues.

"That this beautiful woman-"

"Has you by the short and curlies."

"You better do what she wants." They finish in sync.

Without looking up, Harry conjures a small orb of crackling pink lightning on the tip of his finger and aims it at the twins. Lowering her beloved's hand, Fleur raises an eyebrow and smirks at the twins. "Do you two practice zat before'and?"

"Yes!" "No!" They exclaim in unison. "No!" "Yes!"

Turning to grin at each other, they turn back before raising their wands and sending orange sparks into the air that spell out "MAYBE!"

Erupting into giggles, Katie, Hermione, and Fleur take joy in seeing Harry groan. Moving onto the dessert course, Fleur orders a small plate of chocolate strawberries for the couple to share, seeing her actions mirrored by Fred for Hermione and the rest of the couples at the table. Taking one of the chocolate-covered fruits, Fleur touches the tip of Harry's nose with it.

"Hey, that wasn't nice," Harry says playfully. "You have to clean that up."

"I'm sorry, my love," She says before leaning forward and slowly licking the chocolate off of his nose, making him blush crimson. "Is zat better?"

"Much..." Harry mumbles, looking away from his giggling girlfriend. A few minutes later of teasing and enjoyment of candy-coated fruit, Dumbledore stands waves his arms, the tables and food disappearing.

"I'd like to invite the Champions and their dates to open the Yule Ball with the ceremonial first dance!"

Standing up, Harry hold's his hand out to Fleur. "May I have this dance, beloved?"

"Of course you may, Harry." She accepts, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dance floor. A moment later, a slow waltz begins to play, and Harry leads Fleur around the dance floor, spinning and swaying to the music, his eyes never leaving hers. A smile stuck firmly to his face as he dances around the room with her, not even noticing the other couples around.

Grabbing her waist, Harry picks her up and spins her in the air before setting her back down and twirling her around. Pulling Fleur back so her back is against his chest, she smiles over her shoulder at him briefly before she spins away once more. Pulling her in close once more, Harry dips her down as the song ends.

After several waltz songs, a tango, and an upbeat song that mostly just the adults recognized, Dumbledore walks up onto the stage where the band is packing up. "Now that this band is leaving, we have one more surprise for you;" He says, gesturing behind him. "Please welcome to Hogwarts, The Weird Sisters!"

Screams of joy and excitement sound out from boys and girls alike as they begin to play. Dancing around with his girlfriend, Harry laughs as both of them dance goofily, letting all of their cares slip away as they have fun together. George bumps into him and Harry bumps right back, laughing at the playful shoving between the two.

Turning back to Fleur, she grabs his hands and spins around with him, hopping in circles to the beat of the music. As the song finishes, she drags Harry over to a table and pushes him into a chair before sitting in his lap. Panting heavily, she drapes her arms around his shoulders and leans against him.

"This is so much fun, Harry!" She exclaims, kissing his cheek. "I know you don't like dancing too much, but thank you so much for having fun with me."

"Are you kidding me, Fleur?" He asks, chuckling warmly. "As long as I"m doing something with you, I'll always have fun."

Walking up to the pair; Fred, George, Neville, Ginny, Angelina, and Hermione all sit down at the table with them.

"Wow, talk about an amazing Ball!" Neville says, panting heavily. "It's so much fun!"

"It is, isn't it?" Fred says, patting Neville on the back.

"Thanks for bringing Gin," George continues.

"She needed to have some fun!" They finish in unison.

"Guys, twin speak. Stop it, lightning." Harry jokes, waggling his fingers at them.

"I enjoy it," Hermione says, hugging Fred's arm and smiling up at him. "It's something unique that only they do."

"Why thank you, my dear lady." Fred says, standing up and bowing.

"You honor us with your compliment." George finishes.

"Would you be so kind as to accompany back to the dance floor?" Fred asks, George mimicking his action.

"We are still not danced out, my dear Angelina." George says, offering his hand to his date. Taking their respective dates hands, the four walk out to the dance floor and start jumping around to the music. Neville and Ginny soon follow, leaving Harry and Fleur at the table.

Close to an hour passes as the attendants of the dance begin to shuffle out, completely worn out and ready to sleep. The twins and their dates walk out after bidding Harry and Fleur goodnight with a simultaneous salute.

"Do you want to have one more dance, love?" Harry asks, rubbing Fleur's back.

"No, I think I'm ready for bed," She says, standing up and stretching. "Let's go get some sleep, Harry."

"Sounds good to me, Fleur." He says, standing up and holding out his arm to escort her. Walking out of the Hall, they see Ron walk up to Hermione and Fred, George and Angelina nowhere in sight.

"What the hell, Fred?!" Ron yells, gesturing to the pair. "You know I had my sights set on Hermione, why'd you have to go and steal her from me?!"

"Excuse me?!" Hermione snaps, glaring at Ron. "I don't care if you had your sights on me, it is my choice who I go to dances with, who I spend time with, or who I want to date! If I want to go with your brother to the dance, I will! If I want to spend time with him, I will! If I want to drag him to a broom cupboard and snog him senseless, then I will do so and it is none of your business, Ronald!"

"You tell him, Hermione!" Harry cheers, pumping his fist. Ron glares in his direction before flinching in fear when Harry raises an eyebrow in response.

"But you're supposed to be my girlfriend, Hermione!" Ron whines.

"Who in the world gave you that idea?" She laughs, baffled at the idea.

"Well, everyone says we fight like an old married couple." Ron says, smiling at her. "A lot of people say we belong together!"

"Like who?" George snaps, rolling his eyes.

"Like Mum and Professor Dumbledore!" Ron retorts.

"Neither of whom have any say in my love life!" Hermione snaps, pointing her finger in Ron's face. "Healthy relationships are not built, nor are they sustained on disagreement and arguments! In addition, I'm not attracted to rude, idiotic bigots who do nothing but insult others, stuff their faces, and can't even write their own name on their homework without help! You are disgusting, rude, stupid, and I want nothing to do with you, Ronald Weasley!"

"Fine, be that way!" He snaps. "You're just a dumb bookworm who no one likes, anyway! Why don't you just go home, mudblood!"

Fred rears his fist back to punch his little brother, but Harry rushes forward in an inhuman speed before Fred even finishes drawing his fist back. Grabbing Ron's collar, Harry picks him up and slams him into the wall, the stone cracking and crumbling with the force of the blow.

"IF I EVER HEAR YOU UTTER THAT DISGUSTING WORD IN MY PRESENCE AGAIN, I WILL CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE AND FEED IT TO YOU!" Harry roars, driving his point home by slamming Ron into the wall once more and knocking him out.

"Mr. Potter, fifty points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention!" McGonagall yells as she walks out of the Great Hall to investigate the commotion. Fred moves forward before McGonagall can and slams his foot into his little brother's nose, breaking it with a loud and bloody crack.

"I don't know who you are, because it's not the little brother I knew!" He snaps. "Stay away from Hermione, and stay away from George and I!"

"Mr. Weasley, that'll be the same punishment for you! You can both serve your detentions starting tomorrow night with me!"

"I believe it would be best if I take Mr. Potter's detentions," Snape says, eyeing the scene approvingly for a moment before going stoic once more. "With Mr. Weasley, that will be a handful already. No need to throw a Potter in the mix."

"Thank you, Professor." Fred says, walking away from his bleeding brother. Waving her wand, McGonagall stops the bleeding and levitates Ron's unconscious form towards the Hospital Wing.

"You shouldn't have done that," Hermione says timidly, tearing swelling in the corners of her eyes. "I'm not worth getting in trouble for."

"Of course you are, Hermione," Fred says, smiling and wiping her tears away. "Pretty girls are always worth getting in trouble for."

"I think that's what caused the deaths of Romeo and Juliet," Harry mutters, receiving a slap from his girlfriend. "Ow, what was that for?!"

"Behave!" She hisses.

"You think I'm pretty?" She asks, looking up at him.

"The prettiest girl I've ever seen." He confirms.

"Thank you, Fred," She says with a smile, her cheeks tinted pink. "Um, Fred? Would you... Maybe want to go with me to Hogsmeade? Or we could find that broom cupboard I mentioned. If you want, I mean..."

"Hermione, I'd be a fool not to accept!" He says with a goofy grin. Hermione grins and grabs his hand, leading him away.

"Also, it's 'George and me,' not 'George and I," She corrects.

"My apologies, my dear." He says, eliciting giggles from her.

"They're so cute together!" Fleur squeals.

"I know!" Harry responds, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"While I refuse to kiss you in a broom cupboard, our bedroom is still an option," Fleur says saucily, grabbing Harry's hand. "Shall we?"

"BEST YULE BALL EVER!"

Well, everyone! That's chapter twenty-five! Fredmione confirmed, and I think at this point, I'd have to add the relationship into the pairings for the story. I didn't originally plan on having there be Fredmione in this story, but I love the pairing. So, it's going in. If you don't like it, I'll use Fred's hair as the fire to melt your face. I know it's a lot of fluff, but I'm writing a romance, it's supposed to be fluffy. Deal with it. Also, this is the longest chapter yet, and this one had barely any author's note. I like that. Anywho, as usual, read, review, and spread this story like wildfire! Constructive criticism is always welcome, in regards to flames, see above. I'll see you all next time! This is Mystery Critic, signing off.