Giselle Durand hurried down to the pitch, slipping and sliding on the slick steps, before eventually reaching the pitch only to hear Malfoy taunting the Gryffindor team. 

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Draco Malfoy sneered as Giselle reached the pitch, waiting nearby while Fred and George touched down, yelling in triumph. "I've never seen a worse Keeper, but then again, he was born in a bin, did you like my lyrics, Potter?"

Giselle whipped her head around the pitch, noticing the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team still celebrating while Ron with a dejected look on his face, walked straight towards the changing rooms. 

"We wanted to write another couple of verses. But we couldn't find anything that rhymes with fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, you see-"

Giselle still didn't quite know what Malfoy was constantly talking about but it soon all hit her all of a sudden. 

"We also couldn't fit in useless loser - for his father, you know. . ."

Fred and George stiffened as they realised exactly what Malfoy was on about, as Giselle began her approach towards them to congratulate them. 

George lunged forward, seeing red and watching the blonde in front of him with narrowed eyes while Fred and Harry tried their best to hold him back.

"But then, you like the Weasley's don't you? How could stand the stink? I guess it reminds you of your own dear mother." Malfoy continued with a smirk, enjoying the angry struggle occurring in front of him. 

Fred then slipped past the rest of the Chasers who were still trying to stop George and Harry when Giselle grabbed a hold of him pulling him back away from the blonde. 

"Fred. ." Giselle trailed off, desperately trying to get his attention off Malfoy as she was holding on for dear life. 

She knew very well that Malfoy deserved whatever he had coming to him but she still refused to let Fred go, it was only going to make everything worse. 

But that didn't matter anymore as both George and Harry suddenly broke free from the rest of the Quidditch team, beating Malfoy to a pulp. 

"Impedimenta!" Madam Hooch finally arrived, hitting George and Harry with the spell, launching both of them off Draco and allowing the entire stadium to get a look at the blood splattered across his face from his bloody nose. "What do you think you're doing! I've never seen such behaviour!"

Fred was still shaking with anger, however, the dark look in his eyes settled slightly as he looked down at the brunette still attempting to hold him in place. 

However, as McGonagall also gestured towards Fred with George and Harry already by her side, Giselle finally let go of Fred, watching with a small frown as McGonagall led the three boys up towards the castle. 

Despite what had happened at the Quidditch pitch nothing had changed between Fred and Giselle. They were still refusing to talk to each other after their argument but as Umbridge's hold over Hogwarts only increased, Giselle had more things on her mind than just Fred and school for once. 

Although as George eventually informed her that both he and Harry had been banned from Quidditch for life after attacking Malfoy. While Fred had been dealt with the exact same fate even though he hadn't even laid a finger on the blonde, he had been banned just for the incentive to fight. 

It was completely unfair but even McGonagall had no power against Umbridge anymore. They were all at the complete mercy of the pink woman and there was nothing anyone was or could do about it. 

But as it often did these days her mind always went back to Fred. Their separation this time had only reminded Giselle just how much things had changed between the both of them since she had first arrived at Hogwarts. 

She didn't even know if it was quite possible but she was missing him more than she had over the summer holidays. She just wanted to talk to him again but deep down she was still hurt about what Fred had treated Lorelei and then had the gall to tell her who she could be friends with. Yet at the same time, that weird feeling in the pit of her stomach anytime she saw Fred immediately wanted to forgive him and throw herself into his arms again. 

But even that wouldn't seem platonic anymore, even if Giselle's undefined feelings towards Fred suddenly made her do something she would regret, it wouldn't be fair to Angelina at all. She was there first, she was Fred's girlfriend and Giselle refused to push her way in and ruin that relationship for them. Despite what her heart truly wanted, her head would always win. 

However, Fred Weasley was also struggling with the separation of him and Giselle. Despite his attempts, Giselle still wasn't ready to talk to him yet, but he still never missed her quick glances in his direction anytime he entered a room. The further the distance between him and Giselle became, the more Fred found he was missing the brunette.

 He was angry at Umbridge, angry about Quidditch but anytime he looked over at Giselle that all melted away, and the fact that she had come to his rescue at that fateful day on the Quidditch pitch meant a lot to him. He had hoped that that would mean that they could put their argument behind them, but even if Giselle wasn't ready to talk to him, Fred was going to wait for as long as it took for her to start talking to him again even if it took a lifetime. 

Fred didn't quite know what he was feeling every time he was in the same room as Giselle but he was ready to figure it out if she would just let him.