You Did This

Twenty-Two

Nervousness filled the entrance hall as four couples stood, waiting to present to the schools. Each couple dressed agent for the night celebration. The head teachers rushed around their students making sure not a hair is out of place or a speck of dust on their outfits.

In front were Regulus and Fleur looking picture perfect and as elegant as possible. Fleur was reaching up to play around with his already messy curly hair.

"You know for some who can change how they look, why did you stick to these curls?" She fussed around lightheartedly as he batters her hand away when they noticed the Hogwarts deputy walk over. Her eyes lingered ever so slightly on Sorrel and the boy he acquired to join him.

Yet his eyes still laid on Fleur, her sliver hair looked almost unnatural as it ran down her back in straight sliver waves that shined in the orange candlelight. The dress matched her hair with an icy blue tint and it reached the floor like a waterfall yet stated just enough modest for the younger student. How her blue eyes glowed ever so slightly when she smiled a sweet smile. Words couldn't express how much she meant to him.

And Fleur was the same as she stayed trained into Regulus. She met his grey eyes that held a resemblance to the planet mercury and wound with power. She smoothed out a possibly small crease on his suit as he objected to wearing the traditional dress robes. Her long fingers played with his tie that matched her dress, she sent him a small smile as did he.

The young couple didn't take any notice of McGonagall's speech but straightened up when the doors of the great hall opened up, greeting them. It was nearly unrecognisable with the shades of white and blues creating a cold atmosphere yet still being warm.

Icicles shone with the light as they hung over the students. It would be ironic to call it magic despite being made from wizards and witches. The three pairs made their way over to the dance floor for an opening dance. Everything around them went past in a blur of colour as they spun around the floor.

"Your not as bad as I thought," Fleur told Regulus as a passing comment, holding the small laugh as she did, as they slowed down. If he wasn't fully concentrated on not falling over then he would have at the comment that his longest friend and not to mention girlfriend had told him.

"Fleur, we have known each other for years. Not to mention the horrible dance classes your parents forced us to attend, just for an occasion like this. And you still think I was going to be bad." He couldn't help but feel a very slight bit of annoyance but it was overridden by the context of the joke.

When the music slowed and more people joined the young pair had taken it to leave the dance floor and head to where the punch was being served. Fleur watch as he drank the whole thing in seconds.

"Father like son." She whispered under her breath unable for Regulus to hear.

"You know what I wanna do?" Fleur couldn't help but let out a sound of annoyance as his plans were never great.

"What?" She uttered pinching the bridge of her nose looking at Regulus shit eating grin showing too many teeth.

"Murder Lilly Potter, like right now. She keeps staring at me. One would think she's a pedo for looking at little boys." His voice was monotone as it was like any normal thing to say.

She snorted into her drink which made her cough causing a few lookers to catch their eyes but laugh it off. Pulling him close to her, "Are you crazy, Reg, you can say things like that around here."

"Crazy? I don't think I was very much sane in the first place, Mon Chérie." He whispered into her ear causing her to shiver slightly at the brush of his breath.

"Eww you guys are so sickly loveable, I Might have thrown up if I hadn't interpreted."

Regulus sent a scroll to Sebastian as the teen sauntered in the direction leaving behind his date to just annoy him. Just as he was walking over a shrill voice ran through the hall, and it was quite obvious who it was.