March.

Everything was magical with Adam around. She was happier, brighter, and full of energy- for snogging, of course. Fred watched them with careful brown eyes, obviously reporting back to her mother at the end of the day. Still, even though she should be angry that her older brother and her mother didn't trust her, she wasn't. Even if she had to restrain her feelings in public, nothing could stem the happiness she felt with Adam at her side.

Girls, even ones she didn't know and who where years older than her, looked at her with envy. She, Roxanne Weasley, was being envied, by girls older, prettier and smarter than herself.

She could hardly believe it, and still flushed with uncontrolled delight when Adam crossed the corridor, just to take her hand and walk her to class.

He was hers, to have and to hold, forever, hopefully.

That made her happier than any of the kisses he could offer.

But then, something changed inside of him. He became snappier, and reluctant to even look at her, nevertheless talk to her. He seemed like a different person entirely, and she was slightly scared by the drastic change. Where had the fun-loving, free and affectionate Adam gone? Why was he being replaced by a moody, distant boy, who grumbled selfishly about his woeful life?

"I didn't say it was your fault!" he had snapped at her, angrily, when she had enquired about why he was so different, and if it was her fault. She had shied away, blushing furiously at the looks she was being sent, and only allowed to tears to fall once she had buried her head in her pillow, sobbing her heart out.

Why was he being like this?

The answer came a few days later, at breakfast on Saturday, when she watched a tawny owl fly down to Adam, a white envelope securely held in its claws. Adam scowled, before taking the letter, shooing the bird away with a hand. She watched, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of toast, as he opened the letter, scanned it, then marched out of the Great Hall moodily, leaving the letter scattered on the floor.

Still watching, she barely realized when the letter was blown down to her, landing at her feet. A smile on her lips, Roxanne swallowed her toast, and picked up the letter, her brown eyes widening as she read the hastily scribbled note.

"If you do not dump that Weasley you have been seeing, consider your inheritance gone.

- Father.

P.S: Your mother sends her love."

Scattered thoughts ran through her head, barely intelligent. Adam's father was behind this? Cormac McLaggen, the one her Dad laughed about when he got slightly too drunk? Cormac, the boy who had tried to date her Aunt Hermione? Why was he doing this?

Did he have some sort of grudge on her Uncle Ron, for landing Aunt Hermione, the very witch Cormac had been trying to secure for himself? Was that why he was unenthusiastic, for lack of a better word, to let his only son and heir date a Weasley?

Well, Roxanne thought, huffing angrily as she picked up her book bag and walked out the Hall, it wasn't as if it was her fault for Aunt Hermione's refusal. If Cormac McLaggen wanted to be a big prick, she'd just have to destroy his plan.

She corned Adam after his fifth-period Charms class, dragging him by the arm into an unused classroom. "What do you want?" he snapped, wrenching his arm from her grasp.

Slowly, she drew the folded up letter from her pocket, handing it to Adam. "I know about the letters your Father's been sending you," she told him, watching as he read the letter slowly, a frown settling on his already-lined forehead.

"You do?" he asked, confused. "Who told you?"

"I found the letter Adam," Roxanne said, settling down on an old dusty desk. She smiled up at him. "There's no need to explain."

"Oh."

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," she said, glancing up at him, the letter now on the dusty floor, its hateful words shielded from prying eyes. "If you had, I would have understood."

"No, you wouldn't. My father," Adam took a deep breath, running a hand over his tired face. "My father," he began again, looking at her, "is one of the most cunning men you'll ever meet. He despites the fact I'm dating you, y'know, and he would do almost anything to set me up with a respectable, pure-blooded, beautiful witch, one that could hang of my arm like a shiny new trophy."

"But I don't want that sort of girl," he said, taking a seat, and looking up at Roxanne. She flushed lowered her eyes. Adam shook his head, before walking over to her and titling her head up, so brown eyes met green. "I want you," he whispered, and captured her lips with his.

Roxanne and Adam would never again let a silly matter like a controlling father stand in their way.

She giggled against his lips, eyes opening.

"I love you," he muttered, softly, against the skin of her neck.

Merlin.