July

-no one else will ever tempt me-


The train pulled away from the station, her hands resting on the cool glass. Adam wrapped his arms around her, pulling her away from the window. The sat down on the spare seats, Roxanne's eyes still turned to the fading image of Hogwarts, the castle rising above the landscape. "It'll be there next year," Adam muttered in her ear, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. "It always is, no matter the circumstances."

Sighing, she turned to him, tucking hair behind her ears. He reluctantly let go of the clump of hair, letting it fall back into place. "I know that," she said, grasping his hand. She lowered her head, blinking back tears. "But you won't."

"Is this what this is about?" he questioned, pulling her to him. Rose looked away in disgust, shaking her head. Her open book fell to the floor with a thump, and she made her way out into the corridor, her heavy paces making their way down to the end compartment.

"Gone to join Scorpius, I'd bet," Roxanne murmured, sighing softly, rubbing her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she let Adam play with her hair, tugging on the strands as he struggled to come up with a response.

"You know I still be with you, even if I'm not at Hogwarts anymore, right?" he asked, looking down at her. She murmured a soft response, nodding her head. "I'll always be sending letters, so many that you get sick of me and visit whenever I can. So why all the worrying?"

She shrugged, sitting up, and leaning against him, her hair draped over his shoulders. "Maybe because you'll be working in the Ministry, amongst older, gorgeous women, and because you're like that sometimes, you might be tempted." She looked up at him, smiling softly.

Adam laughed soundly, tracing over her nose with a finger. Freckles rose up on her skin, sprinkled here and there, to prove that she truly was a Weasley. "You know I won't," he said, confidently, tracing over his lips. She grinned against them, eyes fluttering up to meet his. "No one else will ever tempt me, Roxanne Alicia Weasley. You know that. You are the only one for me."

"Your sure about that?" she questioned, propping herself up on an elbow, her hair falling in disorder over her eyes. She pushed it back, only to fall back half a second later. He stifled a laugh, and the only response was a sharp jab to his ribs, making him groan and pain, and fall back against the wall.

"'Course," he whispered, pulling her to him. She whispered something softly, but it was carried away by the howling wind. The train rattled softly, and they watched the country-side whiz past, signs of city life becoming more and more frequent as the minutes passed.

Rose came back once, to collect her things, but left as quickly as she could, rolling her eyes at the couple. "Don't know what she's so annoyed about," Roxanne muttered. "It's not like she and Scorpius haven't entered that stage of couple-dom yet."

"Guess she doesn't want everyone to know," Adam answered. She nodded, before pulling out a Chocolate Frog, and handing it to Adam. He looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed. "You don't want it?"

She shrugged. "I never eat them, anyway. I only buy them for the cards. You can have it." He pursed his lips, before ripping the packaging, plopping the frog into his mouth before it had a chance to thing about escaping. "Want the card?" he asked, waving the item in front of her. She snatched it from his hands, readjusting on the seat, before flipping it over.

Her mouth opened soundlessly. "My dad's on here," she whispered, looking down at the card.

"Read it out," he said.

She shrugged softly, before beginning. "George Weasley, owner of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, with branches in Hogsmeade, London, Paris, and Tokyo. Famous for inventing the Shield Hats and Cloaks, favored by the Ministry during the Second Wizarding War. Currently resides in London, above his shop, with his wife, Angelina, and has two children, Fred and Roxanne." She trailed off, looking confused. "That's it…"

"Does it have a picture?" he inquired, stretched forward. She nodded, handing it to him. And his heart stopped. This was her father, this was the man that could make or break their relationship. This was her father, the famed George Weasley that his dad raved on and on about.

Roxanne looked exactly like him, but her hair was several shades darker, almost brown to his startlingly shade of Weasley-red. But the eyes….

Gods! Those eyes, captured on paper, were the exact replica of the pair blinking softly up at him. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him. The card fell to the floor. She nestled her head into his neck, sniffling slightly. "I never realized he did so much," she sobbed out. "To me, he's only been my dad, and he's always been reluctant to hare stories about the past with me."

He smiled slightly up down at her, rubbing her back soothingly. "Let me give you some advice, before we pull into King's Cross." She looked up at him, nodding eagerly, the tears gone from her eyes. "Go on," she told him, her voice whispering against the heavy clacking of the train against the train-tracks.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, if a week goes by and your friends are not completely confused or terrified by one of your actions, you're not doing your job." Roxanne hit him, giggling softly. "Hey!" he called out, hitting her back. "It worked for me."

She came closer to him. "Well, if it worked for the great Adam McLaggen," she whispered. Her lips crashed down onto his. They sat like that, until the train pulled in King's Cross Station.

She supposed she did love him, even if he did give stupid advice.


O.M.G, I am so so so so so so sorry for not updating sooner! :( Enjoy this, and please review, as the next chapter is already written.