The grass crunched beneath her feet with each stomp. Lyra got more infuriated with each step until she finally reached the Burrow.

"Just give her time. It is hard for someone like her adjust from something she has known all of her life." A male's voice traveled out of the kitchen window.

"Arthur is right. She needs time and space." Molly chimed in.

Ly lingered at the kitchen door when she caught sight of Keith playing with a small red-haired girl.

"No! Stawp! Stop it Keif!" the girl begged as she squealed. Molly and Arthur chuckled at them and a boy sitting on floor looked a bit envious as he scribbled on a piece of paper. The sight calmed warmed her heart. Her own father never used to play with her like that. Not even her brother got attention from their father. He treated them like miniature grown ups. A flashback took her back where things were more simpler with Keith.

- A few months earlier at Hogwarts-

Footsteps echoed down a narrow hall and hurried up the stairs leading to the clock tower.

"Where are we going?" Lyra asked chuckling.

"You'll see." Keith replied with a playful glint in his eye and that cheeky smile that made her melt on the inside. She never admitted her true feelings to anyone, not even him. There is just too much at risk.

Keith was not sure himself where they were going but all he knew was that wanted to spend time alone with her. He stopped in front of the huge clock where one could see everything from the inside onto the courtyard.

The snow covered everything like a blanket. Ly smiled while glancing at the view.

"You know, you are the only girl..." Keith started.

"Yes, I know that I am the only girl here." she teased.

"No." his face grew serious and he took her hand into his. "I mean to say, you are the only girl that I want. That I ever wanted." he took a step forward, bridging the gap between. Ly's legs got wobbly, it was the was the oddest experience but she liked it.

She bit her lip as she met his serious gaze. His free hand cupped her cheek and before they both knew it, their faces were mere inches apart.

"Keith..." Ly started but her words were quickly interrupted by his soft lips. She never thought the first time when she kissed a boy, would be as romantic like this with the light snow flaking at the backdrop.

"One day, Lyra Malfoy, you are going to run away with me."

"Oh, Welcome dear." Arthur Weasley smiled up as he noticed Lyra at the door. He gestured for her to come in. "Please, take a seat."

Everyone present in the room were seated around a small wooden table. Unlike the Manor, there were no extravagant decorations and opulent table cloth draped over the table.

"Can I make you some tea? You hardly had anything to eat this morning." Molly offered.

Lyra felt that her face heated up. She felt completely embarrassed at her outbursts earlier in the room and with Bill outside in the field. In addition, she felt incredibly guilty for wanting to scold Keith in front of these kind people.

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley, that would be lovely." Ly smiled kindly at the woman before taking a seat next to Keith. Molly stood up and scurried around in the kitchen.

"Go play with Ron outside." He whispered to the little girl. She bopped her small head and took her brother's hand. "Come! We play outside!" Ron groaned as reluctantly followed her anyway.

"So, Mr Weasley, I hear that Keith has been working for you at the Ministry of Magic? How has it been working out?" she asked as she studied Keith's face. Her heart was not completely thawed despite the heart melting sight earlier. She still felt being a bit spiteful. The blood drained from his face as he stared at her in horror.

Lyra offered him a smirk before looking at Mr Weasley for his reply.

"Yes, he has. He is a good candidate and has a promising career ahead of him."

"Uh, do we need to discuss work now?" Keith chipped in.

"Oh honey, of course we must. It is our future at stake here." she replied sweetly but he sensed the venom in her words.

"Ly, can we talk in private?" Keith asked, feeling a bit self conscious in front of Arthur.

"Is it necessary?" she still kept the facade but he gave her a serious glare.

"Please excuse us, Mr Weasley." Keith said as he stood and walked towards the passage with Lyra in tow.

Once they were sure that they were alone, Keith turned to her with a serious expression.

"How do you know?" was the first words to leave his lips.

"The more important question is, why didn't you tell me?"

His face turned red and he avoided her gaze. "I didn't want to tell you because... I didn't want to disappoint you. I may have been sorted into Slytherin but I am not like the rest of them."

"The rest of them... Like me?" she asked offended.

"No." he groaned. "You are different, Ly. I am different. That is why you and I are good together."

"It still doesn't justify the fact that you kept it away from me." she sulked.

"Lyra, don't act so high and mighty when you keep things from other people too." he pointed out.

"That argument is invalid since I did it to protect you!"

He hushed and took her hand, "My princess, we both wanted to protect the other. If your father learned about my Ministry job- I shudder to think about the consequences."

She kept frowning at him but did not pull away from his touch.

"Ly, we would have been apart. This..." he gestured to the Burrow, "everything I did thus far is so that we could be together. So that you could choose to love me without being told to hate me."

Her eyes searched his face and she couldn't help but being swept away with his smooth words again. They were here to be together. Countless times she wondered what it would have been like to be with him without fear of consequences.

"Do you remember what I said after our first kiss? Well, it happened."

she scoffed since they were technically happened.

"Alright," he chuckled "we almost ran away. But the point is, the worst part is over."

"I'm scared Keith." she admitted. "I don't know how to live without house elves or possibly even live without magic. I don't know how not to be what I was raised to be."

"Ly..." he whispered her name before drawing her in his embrace. "I love every part of you. Don't worry, we'll figure this out together.

"Lyra? Your tea is ready dear." Molly called from the kitchen. It was a strange prospect for her that the Weasleys' didn't have a house elf or two to help run the household.