Amelia had packed up everything in her room. She'd packed the library completely, boxes of books spilling around her. She'd packed the kitchen as well, all by herself. Pots and pans, cook books and other such thing.

The whole house was barren now.

Amy watched as later that day the wizard movers transported their things here and there. Now all she had was a small bag of her necessities, and the book she had come to treasure.

With only these things on her, she transported herself to the Malfoy home, flooing into the room.

Draco stood from where he had been sitting on the step. He had a backpack around his shoulders.

Amy looked at him with a worried expression on her face, "I...are you sure about this?"

He had a determined look in his eyes, "I wont lose my best friend."

Together, they exited out the door into the starry night, and called the Knight Bus.

Hogwarts

He was watching her closely, closer then he should be but he couldn't help it. Every time there was a noise her blond hair would whip to one side, her eyes searching the woods around them for a sign her boys were coming.

"Amelia...they must have forgotten." Draco said softly, refusing to meet her eyes as she looked at him.

She shook her head, "They don't forget."

The silence was deafening. Amelia was getting more and more hopeless, the bright color in her cheeks she had shown before now drained. She looked shallow, tired...he hadn't seen how the bags under her eyes stood out with the straight, light hair that looked so strange on her head.

"Amelia, they aren't coming." Draco said, a feeling of finality in his voice.

She nodded, "I know."

Neither of them moved for an hour, the weight of betrayal hanging in the air. He could change this, he could admit what he had done.

Tell her now and she'll smile, she'll say she understood...she might reprimand you but she'll forgive you.

But if you tell her now, you will show your weakness. She'll know of your jealous, of your feelings...she'll scorn you.

She isn't like that!

She's a Gryffindor, Draco.

And so they parted ways silently, guilt in Draco's heart.

Amelia's heart, however, was burning with anger. It was an unjust anger, there was always a good reason to miss things...but this hurt. This was painful, and this stung. She felt scorned, like her abilities warranted no response.

The next day, however, the two boys showed signs of the same feelings.

Neither twin showed to take her to breakfast, so she joined Hermione, Ron and Harry. The trio lightened her mood considerably, but any time her eyes strayed to Fred or George they wouldn't meet her gaze. That was even more painful.

Classes were even more grim, for the absence of the trickster twins did not go unnoticed. They skipped classes here and there, but Hermione saw how Amelia's eyes scanned the room repeatedly.

"Amy, what's bothering you?" It was Harry who asked, probably with a nudge from his friend.

She turned to him, "Harry...do people here often hear about wandless magic?"

Hermione lit up, "Oh not at all! It's even rarer here then in America, your lot get it 2% more than we do!"

Ron leaned over, "What's wandless magic? Like...is it what it sounds like?"

His smarter friend replied for Amy, "Wandless magic is the ability to conjure spells without the need for a wand. Most regular spells must be spoken, but the wizard or witch who can use this rare form of magic usually can conjure blasts of pure magical energy within their hands simply by thinking. It's the rarest kind of magic to possess, more than being a metamorphmagus!"

Harry turned to Amy, "How'd you hear about it?"

"Is there somebody in Ilvermorny who can do it?" Hermione pressed.

Amy nodded, "Oh yes, she's quite a nice girl. Hasn't reported it to the ministry yet though."

The rest of class was passed talking about Amelia's 'friend'. If only they knew.

That afternoon, Amy saw the boys enter a courtyard. She struck quickly, making sure they couldn't escape her questions.

"What the hell happened last night? You missed dinner, which I wouldn't mind if you weren't walking around today avoiding me like the plague!" She hissed, marching right up to the sheepish boys who quite suddenly turned confused.

Fred grinned, "I knew it, I knew he was bluffing!"

George sighed, "I should have...damn slytherin-"

"Hello?" She interrupted, "Answers, now."

The two looked at each other with broad smiles. Finally, Fred began.

"We did go to where the dinner was supposed to be, but instead of you and food and unregistered magic, we found Malfoy." He exclaimed, probably louder than he should have.

George nodded, lowering his voice as he spoke. "And Malfoy told us you'd written us off, and didn't want anything more to do with us...well we were sure he was lying."

"Thought it might even be a test!" Fred joined in, "But he really had George convinced."

The other twin laughed, "Oh, just me than?"

Fred shrugged, "Maybe for a few seconds."

But now Amelia stepped in, "Wait...Draco told me he waited for you two, but you didn't show...so he sent an owl, but it came back to him without any reply or letter."

Both boys shook their head, "He really had us." Fred grumbled.

"Bugger told us you'd never trust us...but you trust us. Right Amy?"

Now both pairs of eyes were on her, and Amy felt a blush rise in her cheeks. "I...I do. Which is why I believe what you're saying about Draco." She surprised herself at these words. "But why would he do that? And why didn't he tell me...when he sees me so distraught he always tells me the truth."

George smiled in a mischevous way, "We had you distraught, Amelia?"

Fred mirrored his brother, "We didn't realize you cared so much."

Amy's eyes widened, "No! I mean, yes I care for you two...ah that is to say, I care about you two lots, but not that much...wait, no not not that much, just not-"

The boys' laughter made her stop her spluttering. "Alright, let's try this again. Tonight, you come meet us the only place we know people won't be."

She raised an eyebrow, "And where's that?"

"The kitchens!" George replied, slinging an arm around her right shoulder.

"When there's no food to be made, the house elves usually scurry off to somewhere else in the dungeons and leave the kitchen empty as can be." Fred explained, throwing his arm over her left shoulder.

Amelia grinned, "It's settled then...I'll be there in a few hours. First I have another explanation to get."

She waited until after their last class to confront Draco. He looked nearly smug, talking to another group of Slytherins with a sneer on his face. Amy felt he was unrecognizable like this.

"Malfoy!" She said harshly.

Draco froze. The other Slytherins around him crossed their arms and looked especially punchable to Amy.

"Amy...what do you want." The question came out in an almost mean way, and Amelia looked taken aback for a moment.

"I want to know that the hell you were on last night with Fred and George." She hissed.

His face fell. In one movment he had grabbed her hand, and started marching towards another part of the castle...but Amy ripped her hand from his. "Enough!"

Her voice was louder than she'd anticipated. Faces all around them turned to watch, and she shrunk into herself.

Draco was trapped. He should look regal in front of his Slytherin peers, words would fly if he let Amelia treat him so...but she didn't know this, he couldn't hurt her.

You've already hurt her. Why hurt your reputation in the process?

For once, his better side refused to answer.

"D-don't talk to me like that…" His voice cracked, he was losing his nerve under her harsh gaze. Draco had to do this...he needed this. He needed the others to know she didn't make him weak.

Her eyes were full of hurt, of betrayal, of confusion. "Draco, what has gotten into you?" Amelia's voice was low, she took a step towards him.

Blaise's eyes met his. Draco knew what he had to do, to keep Slytherin on his side.

"What's gotten into me? What about you, Adams." He bit out. A crowd was growing, onlookers fighting to hear the words he was speaking. He wish he couldn't hear himself. "You're the blood traitor."

She flinched. He had to keep going.

"Consorting with blood traitors, with mudbloods...you ruin your families name. You should be thanking me for trying to get those disgusting Weasleys off your back last night, it'll make you less revolting to be around. I mean really Adams, a pureblood of your standing...you should have chosen your friends a bit more carefully. But now you're tainted...why should I answer anything you've got to say?"

Blaise nodded, a grin across his face.

Amelia's eyes…

But he wouldn't look at them. He looked at her forehead and finished. "You disgust me. Get out of my sight."

But Amy didn't get out of his sight. She walked forwards, and he found himself rooted to the spot as an unspoken 'Immobulus' spell held him for a few moments. She was right in front of him, her face inches from his…

The sting of a slap echoed through the room. Several students let out a sympathetic 'oooh…' at the nails had left shallow marks across his left cheek, the handprint red against his pale skin. She was boiling with anger, she could destroy him in this moment. Just a few words would bring him to his knees, if they were from her. Surely she knew this, surely this was the end of his reputation.

Amelia could do it. She felt it in her bones, she felt his fear, felt the sting of her own slap on her cheek. She could do it, she would-

Two boys caught the corner of her eyes. They stood at the front of the circle, ginger hair and brown eyes. Amelia took a last look at Draco and turned.

The crowd watched Amy walk to the twins and take George's in hers. Fred's arm wrapped around her side, his head leaning in and whispering words of solace to her as they walked from the hallway.

Draco felt thin streaks of blood filling on his cheek, and a thick choking tightness in his throat.

He'd lost her.

"Let go!"

Amelia's voice was the only thing keeping Draco from falling into a panic attack. The anxiety mounted between them, the bond continually raising it. He felt pain in both his wrists, one clutched by his father, the other what Amy was feeling from her mother.

Both children felt squeezed through a tube as they dissipated from the Leaky Cauldron. They landed in the Malfoy living room without their bags, without the owl they had taken from Amy's room and the three gallions Draco had left stuffed under their pillow.

The plan had started brilliantly. Running away was scary, but they had agreed it was the only way for the children to keep each other safe.

Once they'd called the Knight Bus they would go to the Leaky Cauldron and stay for the night. Then they'd take the muggle train up north to where Draco knew a distant aunt lived, although he couldn't remember her first name. Tonks...something. It was quite a long name.

But the owner of the Leaky Cauldron had quickly called Draco's parents once he saw the boy...as any responsible adult would.

Well Draco realized that now, but at the time the plan had been foolproof.

Now his father shoved Draco forward, Amy to his left. "Mum, he didn't mean it, he just wanted to make sure I would be safe, it's not his fault…" Amelia cried beside him.

It was then he did something very stupid. He told the truth. "No, that's not true. I was the one who convinced her to come, she kept saying it was stupid...it's not Amy's fault it's mine." He said quietly.

His father smacked Draco across the side of the head, sending his son to the floor. Amy screamed, holding her head where blood was sliding down Draco's cheek.

Both parents stopped.

"A bond, Lucius...I knew it was true, I knew it would work." Amelia's mother shrieked in a cold joy.

The older Malfoy showed a rare chilling smile, "A magic bond...perhaps it would be wise to keep them together, Miss Adams. It could grow strong-"

"And show them they can get what they want? Show them they can disobey me and not reap the consequences? Oh you stupid boy you've ruined it all…" The woman cried, filling the room with her voice. Her eyes were on Draco as she grabbed Amelia's wrists again, "If you had told us we wouldn't have to do this...oh we surely wouldn't. But now we must."

Draco was sure his father was grinding his teeth as the old woman continued to lament, but he didn't care.

Now it was clear to him, exactly how stupid he had been. He could have been rational, he could have-

Both the Adams women disappeared. Draco let out a cry and stumbled forward, as if to follow the two...but his father's arm caught him in the chest.

"When will I see her again?" He whimpered.

His father looked at him with no emotion. "You will not. They leave in the morning."

Draco was led to his room. He wouldn't leave it for a week. He wouldn't leave the house for another month. He wouldn't hear from Amelia for a long time after.

Miss Adams kept her word. She didn't return to the UK again. Her daughter was kept from sending letters. The two were seperated.

Draco knew it was his fault.

Draco had done it.

And not for the last time in his life, Draco had lost her.

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