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Harry sprinted through the corridors of Hogwarts, his shoes slapping against the stone floors as he raced toward the library. His heart pounded in his chest, driven by a mixture of anxiety and guilt. After seeing her face, he'd known he needed to say something to her, but in between the Delacour's and then Professor McGonagall he hadn't had the chance to speak with her before she slipped away.

Suddenly, Peeves shot out of a wall directly in front of him, cackling as he hovered a few feet off the ground. Harry skidded to a halt, just barely managing to avoid running right through the mischievous spirit.

"Where's the fire, Potter?" Peeves crowed gleefully, performing a midair flip. "Or is there another Triwizard disaster brewing?"

Harry let out an exasperated breath but realized this might be an opportunity. He wasn't particularly fond of Peeves, but the poltergeist was known for seemingly being everywhere at once. Perhaps, for once, Peeves could actually be helpful.

"Have you seen Hermione—uh, Granger?" Harry asked quickly, hoping Peeves would cooperate for once. "My friend. Did you see her after she came back into the castle?"

Peeves paused, floating silently for a moment as if considering the question seriously. His expression became almost thoughtful—something so unusual for him that Harry actually began to hope Peeves might give him a straight answer. Then, suddenly, Peeves' face split into a wicked grin.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't!" Peeves sang, rocking back and forth in the air. "But there is certainly a chance that I might have seen a girl running up the stairs a few minutes ago. She looked all huffy and puffy! Red in the face, too, like she'd swallowed a Filibuster Firework! Might have been your Granger …"

Harry's eyes widened, and for a second, he thought Peeves was going to give him some real information. But then, Peeves' grin turned even more malicious.

"But why, I wonder," Peeves said slowly, leaning forward with a sly expression, "was poor Hermione Granger running away from you? Hmmm ... could it be that you're an absolutely dreadful kisser, Potter?"

Harry blinked, completely thrown off by the comment. "What?!" he stammered, heat rising to his cheeks in shock. "No, I—what are you talking about?"

Peeves let out a shrieking laugh, the sound echoing off the stone walls as he flipped upside down and floated closer to Harry's face. "Ohhh, you heard me, ickle Harrykins! Even the ghosts know about Potter's love life now. Word travels fast, don'tcha know?"

Harry groaned, feeling a headache coming on. "Peeves, it's not what you think—"

But Peeves wasn't listening. He floated backward, cackling madly, as he gleefully continued his teasing. "How bad were you, Potter, that the poor girl ran away from you? She practically flew up the stairs! Aha! Or maybe she wasn't running from you, but from the other girl! Potter in the middle—snogging Hermione on one side, and what was it? Someone else on the other? Oh, poor Hermione! Tragic, tragic Potter!"

Harry's face flushed deeper with frustration. "Peeves, it wasn't—look, I didn't even kiss—"

"Ohhhh, but you don't deny it happened! What's this, Potter's got two girls fighting over him now?" Peeves continued, clearly finding the entire situation far too amusing. "Doesn't take much to imagine it, does it? Little Hermione trying to plant a kiss on you, and then BAM! Another girl swoops in, all smoochy-smooch! Oh, Potter, what have you done?"

Harry shook his head, knowing he was only making things worse by engaging with Peeves. "It's not like that," he muttered, trying to regain his focus. "She—Hermione thought it was something more than it was. But I swear, it wasn't!"

This only caused Peeves to fall backwards in the air, clutching his sides and howling with laughter. "Potter's caught in a pickle! Oh, the drama! Oh, the jealousy! Peeves lives for this!" he cackled, bouncing erratically in the air. "I can't wait to tell the Bloody Baron about this one!"

Harry, realizing that the poltergeist wasn't in the mood for helping and trying to explain anything to Peeves was a hopeless endeavor, felt the urge to leave. While he doubted she was actually crying as Peeves had said certainly Hermione was likely upset, and here he was, wasting time. He groaned, already regretting having tried to ask Peeves for help.

"Alright, enough. I've got to go," Harry said sharply, trying to move past the poltergeist, whose gleeful taunts echoed after him.

"Ohhh, but don't go just yet, Potter!" Peeves called after him, still floating in circles around Harry as he moved away. "I have it on good authority that poor Moaning Myrtle's had a thing for you, too! Won't this little tidbit crush her soul! Potter's got his hands full! Oh, yes, this'll make her wail for days!"

Harry grimaced at the thought of Peeves stirring up more trouble with Myrtle.

"Bye, Peeves," Harry muttered, quickening his pace toward the library. The sound of Peeves' maniacal laughter faded as Harry made his way down the long corridor, but he knew it wouldn't be long before the entire ghost population of Hogwarts was aware of the "scandal" Peeves had concocted. He could only imagine the kind of rumors Peeves would spread by dinner.

He burst into the library, eyes scanning the tables and shelves, but there was no sign of her. The usual quiet buzz of students studying filled the room, but Hermione wasn't there. A sinking feeling hit him. He quickly turned and made for the exit, thinking she might have retreated to the Gryffindor common room. As he reached the halfway point, though, he slowed to a stop, reconsidering. Hermione wouldn't be in the common room if she was upset. She would go somewhere quiet, somewhere she could think by herself in peace, a place she was unlikely to be interupted—the Room of Requirement.

Pivoting on his heel, Harry changed direction and ran down the hallways, his destination clear now. When he reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, he paced back and forth in front of the blank wall three times, thinking only of finding Hermione. The door appeared, and Harry pushed it open without hesitation.

As he stepped inside, he immediately noticed the stark contrast to how the room had appeared on other occasions with them in it. Instead of the warm, inviting atmosphere the room usually provided, it now felt empty and hollow, echoing Hermione's emotional state. The walls were bare, a muted gray, with only a few dim lights casting weak shadows across the floor. The air felt cooler than normal, and the only furniture in the room was a simple wooden bench near the center, where Hermione sat, her posture tense and withdrawn. There were no bookshelves, no comfortable chairs, and no cozy fire—just an empty, quiet space.

She didn't even flinch when the door creaked open and Harry stepped inside. His heartbeat slowed just slightly in relief. At least she wasn't angry—yet.

"Hey," he said quietly, walking toward her.

Hermione's head turned slowly, her eyes meeting his. The familiar spark of warmth was there, but a shadow of uncertainty and hurt was also there. She didn't move away as he sat down beside her, though, and for that, Harry was grateful.

"What was that, Harry?" she asked, her voice soft but steady, tinged with curiosity and frustration.

Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He reached out and took her hand, his fingers curling around hers.

"I don't think it was anything," he said slowly, searching for the right words. "I just … when I saw Fleur struggling during the task, I got concerned and realized she might not be able to finish the task. So, once I arrived where you all were and was certain she wouldn't show up, I decided to bring up her sister as well. I couldn't just leave her behind."

Hermione shook her head, frowning. "Harry, she wasn't in any danger. None of us were."

"I know," Harry said, nodding, before noticing tht she raised an eyebrow towards him. He paused and shrugged, "Or at least, I figured out you probably weren't. But in the moment, it didn't feel that way. I just couldn't risk it, couldn't take the chance. Even if I believed that the school wouldn't put any of your lives at risk just for a tournament, seeing you—or in this case, seeing Fleur's sister—floating there like that ... it got to me. The thought of what condition I would have been in if our situations had been reversed and I had been unable to make it down to save you … it wasn't something I'd want on, well, anyone." He then shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his head. "And I guess she was just relieved when she saw her sister."

Hermione was silent for a few moments, her brow furrowed in thought. She looked at him intently, not blinking, just absorbing everything he said. Finally, she nodded.

"I guess that makes sense," she said. "And I can see how Fleur's reaction makes sense too." She paused, muttering under her breath, "That saving-people thing of yours is going to be the death of me."

Harry couldn't help but grin at that, though he shrugged sheepishly. "I'm … sorry?"

Hermione shook her head, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Don't apologize, Harry. I wouldn't change anything about you."

The warmth in her voice made Harry's chest feel lighter, but then her expression shifted, growing more serious, and she looked away for a second, as though gathering her thoughts. When she turned back, there was a hint of insecurity in her eyes, something Harry wasn't used to seeing in Hermione.

"I'm sorry, Harry," she said quietly, her voice wavering just a little. "Despite how it might seem like I always know everything, like I always have the answers ... I don't. And … I admit, even though I didn't honestly think there was anything between you and Fleur, at that moment I was jealous."

"Jealous?" Harry began to protest, but Hermione cut him off with a shake of her head.

"It's the truth, Harry," she said firmly, though her voice softened with honesty. "I was jealous. Not just of Fleur, but the idea of … losing you to someone like her. Part of me couldn't help but feel that maybe you'd compare me to her and … I don't know. I know it's silly, but she's gorgeous—" She blushed, her voice faltering.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her, his surprise evident. Hermione Granger, brilliant, beautiful, and the smartest witch he knew—feeling insecure? It seemed impossible. Hermione looked down, mumbling under her breath in embarrassment.

He closed the small gap between them and, without thinking too much, leaned in and kissed her gently. After a second, the warmth of her lips against his erased any tension between them. Hermione responded, kissing him back softly, before they both pulled away a few moments later.

Harry looked at her seriously, his eyes locking with hers. "Honestly, Hermione, you have nothing to worry about. You're incredible, and next to you, I haven't even noticed Fleur."

Hermione's cheeks flushed red as she playfully pushed his shoulder, but this time her smile was wide and genuine, the first full smile he'd seen since entering the room. "Yeah, right," she muttered, though there was a lightness to her tone now.

"I'm serious," Harry insisted, his voice soft but sincere.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, and this time it was Hermione who leaned in, closing the distance and initiating another kiss. It was longer, more certain, and when they finally pulled away, she rested her forehead against his, her breath warm against his skin.

"Thank you," Hermione whispered. "Thank you for coming after me."

"Of course," Harry replied, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'll always come after you."

Hermione pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face. She looked reassured now, the tension easing from her posture. "We're okay, Harry. I just … I'll probably need a little time to myself. But I'll see you later, alright?"

Harry nodded. "That's fine. As long as we're alright, I can wait."

Harry had been so focused on Hermione when they had been chatting that he hadn't noticed the subtle changes happening around them. But as their conversation had progeressed, the room seemed to have shifted without him realizing, as clear an indication as anything that the tension between them had begun to ease.

Soft, plush couches had appeared around them, and rich tapestries draped the once-bleak walls, giving the space a warmth it had been missing. The low flicker of a fire danced in a hearth across from them, casting a soft, amber glow that filled the room with a gentle heat.

He glanced around, realizing how much more inviting the room had become, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the atmosphere had brightened along with Hermione's mood. There was still the slightest bit of tension that still hung in the air between them, but it was less oppressive now.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the warmth of the fire wrapping around them. Then, after a second, Harry remembered something that caused him to chuckle nervously.

"I guess I'll try to track down Colin," Harry said with a smirk. "See if I can get that photo back from him."

The instant he mentioned the photo, Hermione's face turned bright red, and she groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, Merlin … the photo …"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, it's not that bad!"

Hermione peeked at him through her fingers, her eyes narrowed playfully. "Yes, it is that bad! I'm mortified."

"It's not like Colin's going to get it published in The Daily Prophet," Harry teased, earning himself a playful slap on the arm.

"You'd better make sure he doesn't," she said, but there was a smile playing on her lips.

With the tension between them finally dissolved, Harry felt a sense of calm wash over him. They would be fine. Hermione had said they were okay, and he believed it.

After a few more moments, Hermione stood up, smoothing out her robes. "I'll see you later, Harry," she said softly. "Thank you, again. For everything."

Harry smiled at her as he stood too, giving her hand one last squeeze. "Anytime."

With one last look, Hermione turned and left the Room of Requirement. Harry watched her go, his heart feeling much lighter than it had since he came out of the water.

As he headed toward the exit, a plan began forming in his mind. First, find Colin and retrieve the photo. Second, perhaps plan something special for Hermione—maybe another trip to Hogsmeade, or a quiet evening under the stars like the night of the Yule Ball. Either way, he knew they'd figure it out together.

As Harry left the Room of Requirement with renewed energy, ready to face whatever came next, the weight on his shoulders felt lighter, but his mind buzzed with lingering thoughts. He had no idea when Colin would be but figured he could grab him at meal time or in the common room, but more than that he didn't have anywhere to be for the rest of the day, which felt oddly liberating considering how hectic things had been recently. With a few moments of quiet ahead of him, he thought about what to do next. After a brief moment of indecision, he decided to head down to the Entrance Hall. If he was lucky, he might catch Ron returning from wherever he'd wandered off to, and they could talk.

Making his way down to the grand front hall, Harry tried to stay off to the side, hoping to avoid any attention. But even tucked away near the walls, he couldn't escape the almost non-stop stream of people approaching him.

"Harry, that was brilliant!" a younger student exclaimed as he dashed over, his face flushed with excitement.

"Thanks," Harry muttered, giving a polite smile before trying to move on. But more students seemed to come out of the woodwork, forming an impromptu crowd.

"How long have you been able to cast a corporeal Patronus?" another student asked, wide-eyed.

"Would you be willing to teach me how to do it?" piped up someone else. "My parents can't even do it, and they both work for the ministry."

Harry offered a polite wave and muttered something about practice and hard work, trying to escape without seeming rude. But they kept coming—questions about his Patronus, questions about the merpeople, even questions about his dating life.

"Can you actually speak Mermish?" a third-year girl asked, her head tilted in curiosity.

"How did you learn it?" chimed another, their eyes gleaming.

Before Harry could answer, another voice, more brazen, cut through the noise. "Would you want to go on a date sometime, Harry?"

His face flushed slightly, and Harry struggled to keep a polite demeanor. "Er, thanks, but I'm kind of ... seeing someone," he mumbled, hoping that would be enough to dissuade her. He wasn't prepared for this kind of attention. He gave a strained smile and tried to inch away from the group, but they weren't letting up.

Just when Harry was about to try and make an awkward escape, he spotted two familiar faces entering the hall—Neville and Luna. His relief was immediate, and without hesitation, he excused himself, much to the disappointment of the crowd. Weaving through the throng of students, he made his way over to his friends, who greeted him with wide smiles.

"Harry!" Neville called, giving him a hearty slap on the back. "That was incredible! Congratulations on the task—though, you know, it might've been easier if you'd just used Gillyweed."

Harry chuckled at Neville's suggestion, but Neville's expression turned thoughtful before he could respond. "Though, I suppose there's some debate about how long the effects of Gillyweed last in freshwater compared to saltwater environments," he added, tapping his chin as though considering it deeply.

Smiling, Harry patted Neville's shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind as an option for next time I want to explore the bottom of the Great Lake," he teased.

Luna, who had been observing the conversation in her usual dreamy manner, suddenly turned to Harry with wide, inquisitive eyes. "Since you were able to get so close to them, can you confirm that merpeople are indeed just wizards and witches who'd tried unsuccessfully to become fish Animaguses and are now forced to hide from Ministires for the practice of trying to become unlicensed Animaguses?"

Harry blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Uh ... no, I don't think so, I mean I wasn't really looking" he said slowly, though he wasn't entirely sure how to respond to Luna's theory.

Before he could even process her question, Luna had moved on to another topic, this time inquiring about a magical creatures that Harry was fairly certain didn't exist. Luckily for him, he was spared from answering when someone tackled him from behind in a hug that nearly sent him sprawling to the ground.

" 'Arry!" a small, familiar voice squealed in excitement.

He staggered slightly but managed to regain his balance, laughing as he turned around to see Gabrielle Delacour clinging to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Bonjour, Gabrielle," Harry greeted her in the basic French he knew, earning himself a delighted smile from the young girl. But his attempt at French seemed to encourage her, and she immediately began speaking a mile a minute, rattling off in rapid French that Harry had serious difficulty following.

Harry's expression shifted from amused to regretful as he quickly realized he'd just given her the impression he was much more fluent in French than he actually was. He tried to catch bits and pieces of what she was saying, but most of it flew right over his head.

Thankfully, Luna, who had been listening intently, saw the look on his face and stepped in. "I think she's just asking if you saw anything interesting underwater when you came to save her, Harry," Luna said, her voice calm as ever. She then turned to Gabrielle and began speaking with her, the two of them launching into a surprisingly animated conversation.

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise, smiling as Luna effortlessly rescued him. He watched them chat for a moment, marveling at how comfortable Luna seemed with the young Veela. Neville, meanwhile, stood by, chuckling at something Luna had said in response to Gabrielle, apparently more fluent than Harry was.

After several seconds of watching them, Harry's attention was drawn to the entrance as Fleur made her way into the castle. She caught sight of Harry almost immediately and walked straight toward him, her usual confidence tempered with something more reserved this time. When she reached him, she looked at the floor for a moment, clearly a little embarrassed, before glancing up at him.

" 'Arry, I … I wanted to apologize if I caused you any trouble with your … friend?" Fleur said, her voice tentative, though Harry could sense that it was more a question than a statement.

Harry shook his head and gave her a reassuring smile. "We're alright. I found her, and we talked. I explained everything," he said.

Fleur nodded slowly, a hint of relief mixed with something else in her expression. Then, she looked at him seriously. "Speaking of 'explaining everything' ... my family would like to have a chat with you. Partially to thank you again for saving Gabrielle, but also to ... well, to hear more about your summer," she said, her voice soft but pointed.

Harry tensed slightly, realizing what she was referring to. He groaned inwardly, not surprised that the Delacour family would want to talk to him, especially with Rosaline recognizing him. He couldn't think of a polite way to decline, so after a couple seconds he gave a reluctant nod.

Fleur smiled, clearly pleased with his response. Her usual charm returned as she added in a playful tone, "You should look 'appier, 'Arry. It's not every day I invite a boy to meet my parents. I imagine most boys at this school would trade places with you in an instant."

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Well you'd probably be right about that," he said, his grin widening.

Fleur's smile grew, and she leaned in slightly. "Good. Then I expect you for supper tonight, at the Beauxbatons carriage. It will be me, Gabrielle, my parents ... and of course, Rosaline."

Harry sighed internally, but nodded. Of course, Rosaline would be there. There was no avoiding it. "Sure. I'll be there … although I'm wondering if it is alright if I bring a friend."

Fleur blinked in surprise, her expression briefly faltering. For a moment, she seemed taken aback, and though she quickly recovered, there was a subtle flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh ... well, if you feel you need to bring someone else, I'm sure it's fine," she said, her tone warm but laced with a hint of reluctance. She wasn't cold, but Harry could sense that wasn't the response she had expected when she invited Harry to dinner with her family.

Fleur turned and tapped Gabrielle on the shoulder, interrupting her animated discussion with Luna. Gabrielle looked up at her sister, blinking in confusion.

"We need to go back to our parents. They will want to see us," Fleur explained.

Gabrielle glanced between Fleur and Harry, her surprise evident. "Did you ask 'im?"

Fleur nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Yes, 'Arry's coming for dinner."

Gabrielle's face lit up with excitement, and she threw her arms around Harry in another enthusiastic hug. But as soon as she let go, her expression turned distressed. She grabbed Fleur's hand urgently.

"I need to go get ready!" she exclaimed, already pulling Fleur toward the exit. "Come on!"

Fleur looked back at Harry over her shoulder, giving him a charming smile. "I'll see you later, 'Arry."

Harry watched them go, unable to suppress a smile despite the inevitable awkwardness of the upcoming dinner. As the two Delacour sisters disappeared out the front door, Harry felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness about the evening ahead.

Turning back to Neville and Luna, who had been watching the entire exchange with amusement, Harry shrugged. "Looks like I'm having dinner with Fleur's family."

Luna tilted her head thoughtfully. "I wonder if they'll serve anything with Gurdyroot?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head and shrugging. "I guess I'll find out."

After finishing his chat with Neville and Luna, Harry felt a wave of gratitude when Neville had offered to meet up in the common room later to give him a crash course on French fine dining etiquette, especially when it came to important magical individuals.

"Thanks, Neville. I'll definitely take you up on that," Harry said, giving his friend a grateful nod.

Neville grinned. "See you in about an hour, then. Just want to make sure you don't accidentally insult anyone's family tree—especially the French!"

Harry chuckled, waving goodbye as he started toward the Gryffindor Tower. As he walked, he decided he needed to find Hermione before meeting up with Neville. After everything that had happened earlier, it felt important to let her know as soon as possible about the dinner invitation. He wanted to make sure she was aware that Fleur's parents wanted to thank him for saving Gabrielle, and, more importantly, he didn't want her to feel left out. If she wanted to come, he'd gladly have her by his side.

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Story Note 1 – Hope the Peeves interlude was enjoyable, I felt that he had the potential to be such an enjoyable addition to the books or movies. And was sorely disappointed by the half dozen or so appearances in the books. Let me know how that went though.

Story Note 2 – The Room of Requirment did indeed change based on Hermione's mood. While Peeves had certainly exaggerated seeing Hermione crying, she certainly was confused and a little hurt when she entered the room so it took on a more bland appearance but that changed during the duration of their chat. I hope that the conversation itself was satisfying. I know a lot of stories/fanfics/movies have incidents like the Hermione/Fleur's moment in the previous chapter drag on for some time leading to misunderstandings and the situation worsening but didn't want to drag that on, as writing angst for angst sake is something that I'm a little uncomfortable with. And additionally, would hope if I was ever in a relationship like that, the person would come talk to me immediately to clear up the situation.

Story Note 3 – I would imagine that if Rita gets a hold of Colin's picture there is no piece of information that Harry could offer her that would prevent her from not printing the photo. Certainly, imagine even without an article below that photo itself will be a cover photo.


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