Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter. And if I did, I wouldn't be sitting around here writing fanfiction.

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She weaved through the throngs of people milling in the streets of a run-down Wizarding district on the outskirts of London. Blinking the torrential rain out of her eyes, she cautiously glanced out of the corners of her eyes, apprehensive that the passerby would recognize her any minute. Forcing herself to breath, she reminded herself that, in these parts, no one would know, or care, about her reputation. And besides, her terrific long and flowing silvery-blonde hair, by far her most distinctive feature, was currently stuffed into the hood of her cloak.

Coming to a halt, she squinted to read the building names, and found the one she was looking for. Hurrying across the cobblestone street, she looked with a mix of excitement at guilt at the pitch dark alley, between a squalid hotel and a closed junk shop, where she knew he would be waiting for her. Because, for all his talk about how they shouldn't be together, she knew he needed her and much as she needed him.

Taking a deep breath she entered the alley, feeling guilty for deceiving her family – and everyone for the matter – but for all her doubts, she knew she was just a naïve fifteen year old girl in love. And that scared her.

All thoughts were swept from her mind as she entered, not a dark and dingy alleyway as one might suspect, but a well-lit hall, with only skylight to reveal the stormy sky, and warmth seeping from a roaring fire in the hearth. Then she saw him, turning his piercing eyes from the crackling fire to her. And like every time he looked at her, her heart raced, and she felt like any other young girl in love. As if she could afford to be in love, even if she was. Besides, she mused, what was love, anyway?

She shed her rain-drenched cloak and threw it over a chair, and before she knew it he was standing beside her wrapped his arms around her. It almost felt as though they might meld together. Then their lips met, that same desire and guilty pleasure coursing through her.

When they broke apart, trying to catch their breath, she smirked up at him. "That was quite a hello."

"I thought you couldn't come back," he teased, a half-smile playing across his face.

She chose to ignore this remark, and reached up to touch a strand of his straight blond hair, "We're like peas in a pod with this - hair- aren't we?"

He lowered his mouth to her ear, "Yours is prettier," he whispered.

"Nuh-uh." It irked her that he could strike a nerve that easily. As pretty as her mother's hair was, she would've much rather inherited the bright red locks of her father's family.

"Yeah-huh." He retorted, plopping himself onto the couch and pulling her with him, kissing her again. She found herself wishing this moment would last forever, but the ever-present monster of reason made sure she knew it wouldn't.

They caught their breath, noses almost touching, breath mingling. She looked into his blue-grey eyes, loving the way that he looked into hers. He looked into her, not just at her flawless face and effortless charm that fooled the whole world into believing she was special.

"It's August 25th today," he remarked. She looked at him, slightly perturbed, and not at all liking where she thought he was going.

"So?"

"So you're going back to school in six days. It's like this summer was just a dream. Honestly, what are we going to do? I'll never be able to see you, and you'll want to meet other guys. And, eventually, you'd have to tell everyone about me, and that's certainly not an –"

She pressed a delicate finger to his lips, "As far as I'm concerned, you are the only guy. Ever. And I do know how to write a letter."

"Sure, and tell all your friends you're writing to the muffin man?" his sarcasm stung. "They'd all love that, you, Adeline Weasley, fraternizing with Luke Malfoy, who is unfit to even exist," he paused, "that's what everyone thinks of me. And, for all their talk about how blood doesn't matter, no one has ever given me a chance."

Silence followed, leaving Luke feeling guilty (after all, she had given him a chance). Adeline was simply stricken to be faced with the realities that they had for so long been avoiding. She felt a single tear slide down her face, wondering how it was possible for fate to have dealt him so cruel a hand. She marveled that fate had also destined a world seemingly free from the war and hate that had for so long plagued it to be still so divided. And, she reflected, even as Luke gently wiped away her tears, a world in which she felt so completely alone.

"Adeline…" he whispered, but was interrupted by the Grandfather clock ringing midnight.

"And now its August 26th," Adeline said as she grabbed her cloak, "I'll see you tomorrow night," she intoned before dashing out the door. Confused and conflicted, her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, and she found herself almost wishing she could turn back the clock on the past two months.

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a/n: In case anyone is confused, Adeline is Fleur and Bill's daughter, her name is french because I just think Fleur would win that argument...