A/N: I don't own anything you recognize from any of the seven Harry Potter books, so please don't sue. I also don't own Finding Nemo, which belongs to Disney and Pixar or "I Can't Tell You" by Hillary Frank. Thanks. First chapter of the sequel to Dangerous Waters- enjoy. Read and review please!!

Chapter 1

"I love Muggle movies," Annemarie sighed, her gray eyes glued to the television screen.

"Me too," Verity agreed wholeheartedly, yawning widely and stretching. She and Annemarie had been living together in a Muggle two bedroom flat since their return from vacation. Albus had asked Ver if she wanted to live with him, but she had refused, saying that it would just add to the pressure that they were already under at that point. Verity glanced at the date on her watch. In exactly fourteen days, she would be Mrs. Verity Potter. She sucked in a breath of anticipation before turning her eyes back to the television. She and Annemarie were watching one of their all-time favorite movies: Finding Nemo. "I especially love this movie."

"Yeah," Annemarie agreed. "It's amazing how much time flies by when you're watching a movie, eh?"

Though she had just glanced at her watch moments before, Verity blurted out, "What time is it?"

"It is…," Annemarie started to reply, glancing at the clock on the wall and squinted her eyes so she could see better, "quarter 'til five."

"Oh my God," Verity gasped, jumping off of the couch. "I'm supposed to meet Albus in fifteen minutes!"

"Relax, Verity," Annemarie smiled. "You can Apparate, remember?"

"No shit," she said, running up the stairs, "I can remember that. But I've got to beautiful myself?"

"Why?" Annemarie snorted. "Albus would still think you were beautiful if you were sick and work a garbage bag."

"Well?" Verity asked ten minutes later, looking almost exactly the same as she did before she had rushed up to her room. All she had done was changed her clothes and touched up her make up.

"You look the same as you did before," Annemarie pointed out.

"Not the point, Eerie," Verity said through gritted teeth, falling back on the use of her cousin's old pet name. "Do I look good anyways?"

"Yes," Annemarie said impatiently. "Yes, yes, yes, to all of the above." Verity rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm off," she said, hugging her cousin.

"Have fun," Annemarie told her. "And don't be naughty!"

Verity's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Naught or knotty?"

"Naughty as in dirty," Annemarie clarified, shaking her head. "I knew letting you read 'I Can't Tell You' would mess with your head."

Albus Severus Potter stood just outside a Muggle restaurant, his hands stuffed into his pockets as his intelligent green eyes scanned the swarming throngs of people for his fiancée, Verity Pierce. He sighed, glancing at his watch. He had arrived an hour early, eager to see her again, and she would be late if she didn't arrive just now-

"Hey!" called a voice. He whipped his head around to find himself face to face with a familiar redhead.

"Verity!" he cried happily as she threw her arms around him. He pressed a soft kiss into her hair. "I was worried you wouldn't show up."

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked, her blue eyes sparkling at him teasingly.

He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe something bad happened to you. Or maybe you decided you didn't want to marry me anymore." He looked depressed at the very thought.

She giggled. "Oh, please. You know that would never happen." He beamed at her as she pressed her lips to his. "Come on, let's go inside." He allowed her to drag him inside the restaurant. As they were being seated by the hostess, his arm wrapped around her waist, gluing her to him. She smiled, glad to be there.

He kissed her more urgently, his hands entangling themselves in her fiery red hair. Verity's arms looped around his neck as she broke away, panting. "I love you, Albus," she said, her blue eyes sparkling happily.

"I love you too," he breathed, pressing his lips to hers briefly. "You want to go back to your place?"

"Sure. Why not?" she asked, grasping his hand in hers.

He smiled. "Because I'm a highly hormonal male who's not to be trusted?"

"God, Al- you sound so freakishly like McGonagall sometimes that it's not even funny," Verity giggled. He laughed too, happy that she was with him. "Let's go." Together, they turned on the spot, disappearing with a great double pop.

They reappeared just outside Verity's apartment building. "Long time, no see," Albus commented. "I haven't been here since this morning."

She laughed. "You're here so much Al that you and the doorman are on a first name basis. You may as well live here." He looked hopeful for a second, before she hastily added, "After we're married."

"But we'll live in a house, right?" he questioned.

"If we want to," she replied simply. "Let's go up. I'm sure Annemarie wants to say hi."

They climbed up the stairs two at a time, like a pair of lovesick five year olds. By the time they had reached the seventh floor, they were laughing hysterically, collapsing into a chuckling mass at Verity's apartment door. Pulling herself up with great effort, Verity knocked on the door. No one answered. She shot a questioning look at Albus before calling, "Annemarie? Open up! It's Ver and Al!"

"Don't you have a key?" Albus asked, amused, now standing beside her. She rolled her eyes affectionately, pulling a key out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and threw it open, revealing a liplocked James and Annemarie in the living room.