Emmy's POV

"Viktor! Sorry, I had to deal with some unwanted interruptions," I said, wiping the white hair hanging in my eyes. He smiled at me.

"Emmaley, you better deal with this stuff with Weasley, I better go," Viktor said. I bit my lip and nodded. 

"Thanks, Krum Shark," I joked. He smiled and kissed me quickly and the lips and left. Well......that was awkward. But he left me. BECAUSE OF RON! THAT NO GOOD LITTLE WEASEL!!!!! GRRRRR!!!!

"RONALD!" I screeched, running to him. He glared at me.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!!!" I yelled. I threw the gloves that controlled my ice powers down and the shoes I had on were taken off. I lunged across the table and tackled Ron. He pushed me off as he started to get covered in snow.

"Emma... the ice," he warned me. I got extremely angry. Thinks he can boss me around, huh? UGH! I knew this would happen! 

"VOUS PAS BON petite belette! VOUS ruiné ma nuit à cause de votre volonté égoïste JALOUX! J'ESPÈRE QUE VOUS HEUREUX, RON!" I yelled. (( use google translate. Click here!))  He looked shocked. 

"Well, vous avez besoin de calmer le diable vers le bas, Emmaley!" he responded. I looked at him angrily and stomped out. I ran across the Black Lake and over to a hill kind of thing.



Yeah, was that cool or what? Imagine me singing in French instead a second time. I'm just that awesome. I looked out the window to see Ron staring in disbelief at my ice castle. He opened the door and I ran to the top floor. He found me and looked at me.

"S'en aller," I ordered sternly. He shook his head no.

"I'm not leaving, Emmaley," he responded. I turned to walk away, but he only followed.  I growled. I speak French, I taught him French, I said go away, does he not get that I want to be alone. Sure, he may be the only person to see this work of art I call Freya, but I wanted to be alone. You know, by myself, with no other people! I was against the railing when he finally got me.

"Emmy, listen...I'm sorry..." he apologized. I nodded.

"I knew you'd come to your senses at one point," I giggled. He was shocked. I usually didn't take apologies well. I could only think about this song the whole time:


I smiled and kind of slid over to him on the ice. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, making him freeze. I giggled but he finally calmed down from his little love panic attack and kissed me back. We stood there for like 3 minutes just kissing. Then I finally pulled away and whispered "Je t'aime." 

"I love you too, my ice queen," he chuckled.