Hey guys, this is sort of a little chapter, just before the Yule Ball I guess. The next chapter after this one, I am not sure when it will be up, but I am sensing it will be a long one. I already have the next three chapters slightly planned, so they are interconnected.

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"Hey, Fleur!" I yell, waving towards the blonde who was just entering the Great Hall for dinner. She smiled brightly at me and instantly changed her direction to our table. The last few days have been homework heavy. I having multiple essays to write for classes, and Fleur as well, only including a few tests to the equation. So basically we have been deprived of each other, and now it's finally Friday, and we have the weekend together. And we are going to use it.

"'Ello, 'Ermione. 'Arry, Ron." She nodded her head towards their direction, which was followed by their smiles and hello's.

"Sit with me-us? Dinner is about to start anyways." I say, smiling and patting the spot beside me. Fleur quickly obliged, sitting a little closer to me than what might have seemed acceptable. At the moment I couldn't find myself to care. Before we could start a conversation, Dumbledore clinked a fork against a glass, which was too loud to be anything but magic, to get everyone's attention.

"My dear students, before we begin eating, I would like to announce one thing. A tradition for every Triwizard tournament is the Yule Ball. The ball is a great way for you students to mingle with others, get to know the other schools and welcome them." I look over to Fleur with a knowing smile, which she gives right back. "Now, the Yule Ball will be held in two week's time. Champions, you are expected to have a date for the evening. That is all, now please, enjoy the meal." As soon as he was done speaking, the tables were filled with plate of food, and we all started eating.

For the most part we ate in silence. Ron stuffing his face too much to talk, and Harry was usually the quite one anyways. Fleur and I didn't say much verbally, but we did hold hands under the table, which did portray a lot of words in my opinion. So we ate, silently, until Ron swallowed his enormous chunk of chicken, and asked what was probably been on his mind since Dumbledore talked.

"So, Fleur, the Yule Ball…" Ron started, looking at Fleur with a sort of smirk. Fleur glared back with a confused look on her face.

"Oui?"

"Well, you herd Dumbledore, 'Champions, you are expected to have a date for the evening.'" Ron said, with his best imitation of Dumbledore's voice, which in all honesty wasn't that great.

"Zo, you are wondering if I 'ave a date?" At that my grip on her hand instantly tightened. Fleur squeezes tighter as well, probably trying to reassure me everything is okay. But we only just started dating, and in two weeks we'll be out. Ron bringing up the topic just reminded me of all of it.

"Well, no," Ron smiled, "I know you'll have a date, I was wondering with who!" I didn't fully know how to act to that comment. I mean, it sounded like a compliment-ish? Applying that he believed her beautiful enough to have a choice? That other people will come running? But that then might apply that she would do such a thing. To choose from a pool of people simply by their looks and/or social status. At the moment I was having a hard time not to growl at Ron. I might be over exaggerating, but that was my Fleur he was talking about.

"Well, I do 'ave my eyes on someone." Fleur stated, squeezing my hand once again, which seemed to calm me slightly. With the little time we've been together, she always seems to know how to make me feel better.

"Oh, come on! You can't just say that and leave us hanging, we need details!"

"He needs details," Harry added. "But I don't mind either."

"Fine, she iz very beautiful, has a great personality, and does zis funny zing with her nose whenever she iz angry, or zinking." I could almost hear the rest of that sentence play in my head, just like she iz doing right now, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she meant by the nose thing. I don't do anything weird with my nose. It's just a nose.

"What?" Ron exclaims. "That tells me nothing!"

"Well, you will 'ave to wait and zee." Ron gives a little grunt, and mumbles 'you're no fun,' before Harry jumps in.

"How 'bout you, Hermione? Have any idea who you want to go to the ball with?"

"I have a pretty good idea of who."

"Will you tell us?" Ron asked half-heartedly.

"No."

"Of course not." At that I had to laugh, of course Ron would get angry at us for not sharing our personal lives. He was always so snoopy.

"Well, at least I have someone, who do you have?"

"Well, believe it or not, I am going to ask Charlie to the ball." He said, puffing out his chest, trying to look superior. Fleur, Harry and I just laughed.

"You laugh now, but when I go to the Yule Ball with Charlie, you will all be jealous!" Ron exclaims, now pointing a fork at all three of us. We all laugh again, not being able to take him seriously.

"I find that hard to believe, Ron. Considering how you are the only one here interested in men." Harry points out, and we all laugh again, and even Ron lets out a little giggle.

"Well, I guess you're right, mate."

"Of course I'm right, I'm Harry Potter."

"Where did all this sass come from?" Fleur asks, starring at Harry with mock disbelief.

"He has his moments." I say, nudging Fleur slightly. We look at each other and smile.

"How about we toast." Harry says after a moment, lifting up a glass of his pumpkin juice. The rest of us follow suit, raising our glasses as well.

"To what?" Ron asks.

"To great friends, and hopefully a successful Yule Ball."

"Hopefully" The three of us exclaim, and we laugh before taking a drink from our glasses.

It seems like it's going to be a great weekend for them all.

See you in the next Chapter!