Two Weeks Later

Ron was shovelling more pudding into his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

"Ron, anymore pudding you might explode, and I don't know about everyone else, but I'm not in the mood to scrub Ronald Weasley off the walls." I said with a smirk. Fred chuckled next to me, and Hermione laughed quietly once. I wasn't sure, but I think I saw Harry crack a smile.

"Why you toad! My Won-Won can have as much pudding as he wants; you have no right to judge him for that." Lavender snapped, practically snogging Ron's cheek.

I raised an eyebrow at her."Excuse me? I don't think I'm the toad between the two of us. You know, you may be a close relative of Umbridge, you both look so much alike." I snapped, Ron chuckled, Hermione hid her face in her hands, peeking at me, and a huge smile on her face. Fred laughed loudly, accompanied quickly by George. Harry even chuckled quietly.

"Well, why Won-Won is friends with you, I don't know and I don't think I will ever want to. What I do know is that you do not deserve him." Lavender sneered, and stormed away. I laughed, and hid my face in Fred's neck.

"I feel for you, Ron. It must pain you greatly to be forced to snog her." I said, smiling.

Ron turned his famous Weasley red, and shrugged.

"She does look like Umbridge a bit." Hermione piped up. We all laughed and Ron looked at her.

"She does not look like Umbridge...a lot." He told us, saying the last word quieter.

We all laughed at jokes about Lavender causing Ron to laugh at sometimes or defending her at other, yet I don't see why.

On our way out of the Great Hall, I walked side-by-side with Fred, holding hands. He stopped walking and I looked at him weirdly. "What's wrong?" I asked, knitted my eyebrows together.

"Nothing." He told me simply.

"Okay, then come on." I tugged on his arm, but he didn't move. Instead he pulled me toward him, and kissed me.

My eyes widened in surprise but I soon closed them, and kissed Fred back. He held me closer to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

When we broke apart, I stared at him a smile on my face. He looked down at me and smiled back.

"We should get to class." He said, wrapping his arm around me, holding me close to him.

"Yeah." I said happily, my smile still there.

As Fred and I started to walk down the hall, I saw Harry walking over to us glaring intensely. I've only seen him give that glare to only one person in my life, Malfoy. I looked around but there was no Malfoy in sight, then it came to me. He was glaring at Fred.

Aw, shit crackers.

"What. Was. That?" Harry asked, anger dripping from his voice, he made each
word a sentence.

Fred pushed me behind him, being protective; I would've smiled if not for the circumstances.

"No, I won't stand to see the two of you fight. Harry, Fred and I well we're dating now and you just have to deal with that. You don't own me, and I can do whatever I please." I snapped at him.

His face fell. "I don't want to see you get hurt." He muttered, almost inaudible.

I laughed without humour. "Really? You don't? I have trouble believing that since you hurt me countless times."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not!" I yelled. "I really, really like Fred. A lot. So deal with it, if you really want me to happy, then stop barging in on us, and stop interrupting. Just let us be."

Harry hung his head, and walked in the other direction.

In the common room that night Fred and I sat close to the fire and did our homework, which actually was really romantic, in a weird way. Fred helped me whenever I needed it, and we talked a little, but not so much as to distract us.

I ran upstairs for a moment, because neither of us knew the answer to one question, and so we decided to consult the book. The common room was empty when I left, except for Fred, of course. I grabbed my book, and ran a brush through my hair, and walked to the stairs. I looked over the ledge to see not only Fred, but Harry as well. Shit, I thought to myself, I tried to run down the stairs as fast as my feet would let me, but as soon as I reached the bottom I hear a loud crack when Harry's fist made contact with Fred's nose.

"Harry!" I screamed angrily, running to Fred's side. Blood was pouring out of his nose. I grabbed a Kleenex out of a little holder and held it to his nose, tilting his head back.

"Fred, can you hear me?" I asked worriedly.

"Yes." He said sweetly.

"We need to get you to the hospital wing. I think you have a broken nose." I said, and helped him up.

"When am I going to get a chance to help you up?" He whined childishly. I smiled at him, and then frowned again when I saw the Kleenex getting more, and more soaked with blood. I took more Kleenexes and walked out of the portrait hole, I glared back at Harry before closing it behind us.

Once I got Fred to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pompfrey ordered me to go back to Gryffindor tower, even though I protested. When I made it back to the portrait hole, I said a silent prayer for Harry not to be on the other side, waiting for me. But, my silent prayer never works. Sitting there on the couch was Harry.

I stormed up to him. "What the hell is your problem!" I asked angrily, my hands turned into fists and I glared intensely at Harry.

Harry, looked up at me his knuckles had Fred's dry blood on it.

"Huh, Harry? Why would you punch Fred? What has he ever done to you?"

"He has you." He said simply, looking away back into the fire.

"THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PUNCH HIM YOU IDIOT!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air.

Harry stood up and looked down at me. He was almost the same height as Fred just a little shorter. I felt the anger in my boiling up; I lifted my fist up and punch Harry square in the jaw. He staggered back and held his face.

"That's for Fred."

I didn't want to go back up to my dorm, I truly just wanted to wait for Fred to get back, but I knew Harry wasn't leaving.

"Lexi..." Harry started angrily.

"Go away, Harry. I don't need your crap right now."

"My crap? Did you just get punched in the face by your ex-girlfriend?"

"Go away!" I yelled loudly.

"If you don't want to be around me, why don't you just leave?"

"Because I actually have a heart, I'm waiting for Fred. You would be extremely lucky if you don't get more than one detention with Snape."

"Says the girl who just punches me in the face!" Harry said, his voice rising with every word.

"Are you two going at it again?" Ron asked from the staircase, he looked tired, and very irritated.

"There's Ron, why don't you go whine to him like you always do. I'm sure he'll love the fact you broke his brothers nose."

"What?" Ron asked, confused by the whole situation.

"Well why don't you run to Hermione and cry about how miserable you are without me, like you always do!"

"Miserable? Without you?" I laughed. "Please, Harry don't flatter yourself. I'm 1000 times better without you. Why would I want to be with someone who practically has a fan club, accused me of having sex with Malfoy, and whose ex-girlfriend almost got sent to Azkaban for hexing me? Harry, give me one good reason why I shouldn't be happy with you out of the picture?"

"Guys, it's almost midnight, can't this wait until morning?" Ron mumbled. Harry and I ignored him.

"Well you haven't exactly been a princess!"

I folded my arms."Please, keep talking."

"You change everything about the way you look, then within a day you have a date, with my best friends older brother none the less. You just get up and leave me alone in Hogsmeade, and you punch me in the jaw."

"Bloody hell, Harry. Fred asked me, and I accepted, are you really still going on about me changing my looks? It's pathetic, I left you because you interrupted my date, and by the looks of it, you're not afraid to do it again. And I punched you, Harry because you punched Fred. Don't you see? You brought this all on yourself. "

Just then the portrait hole swung open.

I turned around to see Fred walk through the door."Fred." I said happily, and went over to hug him; he picked me up, lifting me maybe a foot and a half off the ground before placing me back on my feet.

"You really didn't think it would take long for Madame Pompfrey to fix a broken nose, did you?" He chuckled.

"I suppose I should've thought of that" I said with a smile. Fred then looked at Harry.

"I'm not mad, well that's a lie, I'm kind of pissed, but I understand why you would do it. Lexi is an amazing girl, but you just have to let her go, mate."

"You were avenged anyway." Harry said coldly, I shot him a glare.

"What?" Fred asked, turning to me. I smiled sweetly.

"I punched Harry." I said, with a huge, proud smile on my face.

"Harry, let's go to bed, I'm tired." Ron said, I had forgotten he was standing there through all of this. Harry reluctantly turned his back on me and Fred.

"I'm sorry, if I hadn't said yes to going out with you, you wouldn't have gotten a broken nose, it's my entire fault." I said guiltily.

"Don't you dare be sorry? If going out with you means having to get a broken nose every now and again, then hell, break my whole face if you need to."

I laughed. "Now don't say that, because then I wouldn't be able to do this." I stood on my toes and pressed my lips gently to his.

"I think you have stolen my heart, Fred Weasley." I said with a happy smile.

"Well, don't be expecting it back anytime soon."

I smile widened, I tiptoed up and kissed him. Fred leaned down so I didn't have to tiptoe anymore and kissed me back. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. I pulled away from the kiss and looked Fred straight in the eyes and he looked back.

Fred smiles down at me and lifted me off the ground, bridal style. I giggled "Fred put me down!" I wailed, hanging onto his neck.

"Nope."

"Why not?" I asked

"I don't want to."

I laughed then pouted. "Please?"

"Not a chance." He said smirking.

"Well know that you have me up here, what are you going to do with me?" I asked, closing my eyes and resting my forehead on his.

"Maybe something along the lines of..." He trailed off and kissed my jaw, then ade his way to my lips. He then trotted over to a seat and sat down, placing me on his lap. I stared at the floor and laughed. Our books and quills and ink and parchment was strewn in front of the fire place.

"I think we should clean this up." I said, and reluctanly pushed off his lap. I bent over and picked everything up, handing Fred his things.

"I'm sorry about your nose." I said again, with a slight chuckle. Fred shrugged. "Goodnight." I murmured.

"Love you, Lexi." He said, kissing my forehead. I smiled widely.

"Love you, too."