The quidditch game had less than an hour until it got underway and the Gryffindors all sat in their tent talking intently amongst themselves about Harry's recently completed first challenge and what he thought the clues might indicate the second challenge might be.

All but Fred of course. He looked as if he were in another world, and currently, he was. He kept going back over what he'd seen just ten minutes before in his mind, the anger surging, the intention to get his hands on Vincent, that 7th year Slytherin who kept bothering Rosalina, even stronger now than they had been earlier in the week.

A tap to his shoulder had him jumping a little, Viktor Krum stood in front of him. "Aren't you in the wrong tent mate?" Fred asked through gritted teeth. He didn't like the guy personally, to him, Viktor was another slight interference that stood in his way of getting to Rosalina once and for all like he wanted. He knew the two had dated at one point or another, or so that's what a girl from Beaubatons, Fleur, claimed she'd heard.

"Not exactly." the male said as he held out his hand then said with a smirk, "Someone would probably want you to have this."

Fred took the rosary Viktor held out to him and then said with a slight wink, "She's been snooping with myself in Hermione, I'm just repaying the favor. She doesn't know I've done it." before spotting Hermione, who'd been talking to Harry nearby, walking out of the tent.

"What was that all about, Gred?" George asked in amusement as Fred held up the rosary that Rosalina never seemed to go without, smirking a little. "Apparently Krum was giving things a push.. or something."

George chuckled in amusement as he said calmly, "Game time, brother. Ready to get your hands on Vincent, have it be completely and totally allowed?" as Fred nodded and said grimly, "Don't remind me, Forge."

As they took the field, his eyes scanned the crowd. He didn't see her in the Slytherin skybox, but when he looked in a skybox in the middle, where the other two schools here for the tournament sat for quidditch games, she was sitting there with a few girls from Beaubatons.

Rosalia felt around her neck and then groaned inwardly as she realized that her rosary must have broken at the clasp and fallen out again. "Damn it." she muttered as she bit her lower lip, watched the quidditch game between Slytherin and Gryffindor pick up, gasping when it looked for a moment that Fred was losing grip and might lose his broom because of a hit Vincent, the unwanted 7th year Slytherin suitor she seemed to have acquired as of late thanks to her mother's demands and meddling.

"If he knocks Fred off of that broom, I'll.." she started as she bit her nails, hiding her face in her new friend Fleur's shoulder. Fleur looked over and said casually, "He'll be fine. Look, he's already on his broom all the way again." as Rosalia looked up and stood, clapping, not caring that others in her own house were looking at her with raised brows, or that the meddling former friend Melody was shaking her head in disgust.

The game had only just ended, Rosalia was leaving the skybox when she felt a tap to her shoulder, heard Fred say quietly, "Don't turn around."

She felt the cool glass beads on her necklace as he fastened it back around her neck and leaned in closer, said quietly, "Fixed the clasp. You, ermm, you lost it in the Great Hall again this morning." before turning her around to face him.

"You should really slow down on that broom, Weasley. You could give a girl a fright flying like you do on that thing." Rosalia said as she raked her hand through her hair and looked up at him for a moment, confused as to why he was standing there, why he seemed to find her lately, even if she were trying her very best to stay hidden from pretty much everyone as she had been lately.

"A girl or you?" he asked in amusement as he looked at her, noting the blink of her eyes, the gleam in them as she slightly smiled and said "Depends, Fred. What answer won't bring all your friends and family down on me?"

"The truth?" Fred said with a shrug as he walked along side of her, chuckling at her nervousness. He stopped them just before they got back towards the castle and said quietly, "My brother told me everything."

She felt her stomach churning as she said quietly, "Oh.." and looked down at the boots she wore. She was already sort of thinking he was either about to laugh at her, or make fun of her, or something. He looked at her and then said quietly, "Well? All you can say is Oh?"

"Fred, I..." she started as he looked at her a moment and then asked, "Well? Was it true at all?" waiting on her to say something. Rosalia nodded and said quietly, "It won't matter in the end, but yes, Fred, it's true. I said it, and I did mean it. But.."

"It matters. And if Vincent, that git is the only reason you're afraid right now, he's taken care of. Carted him off the field to the infirmary, remember? And I'm not afraid of the guy." Fred said as she nodded and laughed a little then asked, "Why did you do that.. You could've fallen off the broom, broken your own bloody arm you tosser."

"I saw what he did to you before the game earlier. When he caught you off by yourself. Was sort of worth it. At least I think so." Fred said as Rosalia sighed and then looked up at him, her hand on her hip,biting her lower lip, not sure of what to say.

"You do, do you? And if your brothers and your sister, those friends of yours knew where you were right now.. With me.. Would you still think it was worth it? Because they all hate me, Fred. I mean at least to my knowledge.."

"George doesn't hate you. He did, he doesn't now. Hearing what you said that night sort of helped him change his mind I think. Why put up such a fight now?" Fred asked as Rosalia sighed and said quietly, "I'm not.. I'm just scared.. Everything's against this even working out.. I mean our houses, our families.. Everything." She shuffled her feet in the puddles, sighed as she said quietly, "And..Because Fred.. I don't want you thinking you have to feel something back.. And my mum, she's gone and made this godawful arrangement with Vincent's parents."

"Nothing's actually impossible, you do know that, right?" Fred chuckled as she looked at him, giving him an unamused look. He didn't see things like she did, because he had constant happiness in his life, nothing seemed to worry him as it did her. He came from a family full of caring people, she however came from a cold and uncaring and often times unfeeling family.

But his smile, it made her want to believe that nothing actually was impossible. And maybe that's why she laughed a little and then said quietly, "At least one of us is an optimist. But can we go in now? This rain makes it freezing cold out here."

He nodded and then asked "The arrangement.. She's trying to marry you off, isn't she?" as his anger at her mother doing this, to a git like Vincent at that.. Did the woman just not care about her own daughter? He realized just how little he knew about the girl he'd been infatuated for a while now and he made a mental note to fix that as soon as possible.

"Mhmm.. Apparently, my father and Vincent's father talked about this when we were children or something.. I don't want it to happen, I'm going to do everything I can to stop it from happening.." Rosalia nodded as she added quietly, "Your brother and your friends aren't looking for you?"

Fred shrugged and said quietly, "Doesn't matter if they are." as he slid his jacket around her, the two of them walking down a semi darkened hallway. He stopped her against a wall and leaning in, he kissed her as he muttered quietly, "Nothing's going to happen to you, okay?"

"You barely know me, Fred, you can't honestly say that." Rosalia muttered as she kissed back then muttered, "Hell with it. I'm not going to keep fighting this. I can't keep fighting this. But you.. You have to stop inserting yourself with that git Vincent. He's not the normal bad boy.. He's.. He's scary."

"Right." Fred chuckled as he leaned in and muttered "You just haven't seen how scary I can be when I get something in my head."

"What about your family, Fred? Your friends? This is going to look like some huge betrayal... They won't like me." Rosalia said quietly as he shook his head and pointed out, "And they'll get to know you, and realize they're wrong. My point, love, is that I'm not keen on giving up when I've made my mind up, I want something."

Rosalia nodded and said quietly, "I just don't want you to lose everyone you care about, everyone that cares about you, because of me." as she kissed him again and said quietly "Especially when I'm not sure I'm worth it. I mean everyone I've ever known's told me I'm not worth it."

"To me you are. Just give in already." Fred insisted as he looked at her and smiled a little. The door bursting open to the room they'd ducked into had them springing apart, George hissed, "You two? I thought I saw you two sneaking in here.. C'mon, we've got to hurry, Fred."

"The trap's set?"

"And loaded, brother. This prank is going to be bloody brilliant." George said as he eyed the girl a moment and said simply, "She's coming with us, I suppose?" his tone of voice sort of indifferent for now. It was going to take some getting used to, but maybe when he got to know her better, he'd start to see what his brother saw in her.

Fred looked at Rosalia who shrugged and said quietly, "If you want me to then I will. All you have to do is say you want me there or you don't." to which Fred replied, "It's outdoors."

"What in the blue hell are you doing outdoors? Nevermind, I've forgotten who I'm talking to." Rosalia said as she managed a smile, walked out the castle doors with the Weasley twins.

Down the hallway, from around a corner, Vincent fumed to himself in anger, looked down at his arm. He'd only just gotten released from the infirmary, and he'd went looking for her.. And naturally, he'd found her with that disgusting ass Fred Weasley.

"He'll pay.. They'll both pay. When her mother hears about this.." he muttered to himself as he ducked into the Slytherin commons room.

Did she not realize that there was a war brewing, and when Voldemort did return officially, if she weren't on the right side, she'd be considered a traitor? It was already bad enough that she was a half blood. But becoming a traitor on top of it? And the fact that she'd turn her back on everything, all the comforts her current life held for that dirt poor git.. It disgusted him, it really did.

He looked down at his arm, clenching his fists. He'd have to talk to someone about this. Or he'd have to take control of the situation himself. But he was not allowing his future bride to turn traitor and bring Voldemort's wrath down on his own head. After all, he was a true believer, he was already working to earn his marks among the ranks of the Death Eaters, preparing to help Voldemort take control of the wizarding world, set things right, the way they should be.