Aimee walked back to her room feeling unsettled, she had known exactly who Harry was accusing, a handsome Slytherin with a cocky attitude. Draco Malfoy. However he didn't know what she did, and if he was right this was a whole mess, he had to be wrong. She was wringing her hands by the time she arrived at the Gryffindor entrance portrait, having left Harry to take a longer route back to the others, inside she could hear noise, yelling.

"It's only just started, I don't think you missed much," The fat lady informed Aimee as she paused by the portrait before muttering the password, she stepped into the common room, she was half expecting it to be empty apart from the yelling people, she was unsurprised however when people remained hovering around, pretending not to listen.

"I'd not go over there," Dean Thomas whispered not looking directly at the two rowing people, Aimee looked over and saw to her utter lack of surprise saw Ginny standing there, red in the face and breathless as she screamed at the boy across from her, the lovely older brother who was yelling back, equally red in the face, that spread over his ear as well, with fists balling up. "It's getting nasty."

Ron had been irritable since the owl deaths, Aimee understood, Pig his cute little owl had been missing since the attack, and while he'd not openly admit it, Ron was extremely upset by this. Ginny had been consoling, she would have been devastated if her beloved Arnold had been hurt, however Ron had snapped something at his little sister that was quite mean.

"What do you know? You've still got Arnold, maybe I should get rid of him and you might have an idea."

Ginny hadn't taken kindly to that.

Currently she was making that very clear.

"GO TO HELL RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!" Ginny screamed at her brother, Hermione and Harry were edging around them, ready to take down either sibling that made the first movement. "I'm sorry you lost Pig, but that isn't Arnolds fault, so don't blame me or Arnold!"

"I didn't Loose Pig!" Ron yelled back, he was reaching his hand into his pocket, and Harry was ready to pounce on his friend in case he drew his wand out, more for Ron's safety than anything, Ginny was not a girl anyone in the school wanted to duel with, she was quick and powerful, however as he begun to pull his wand from his pocket, and Ginny already her out and pointed at her brother, something happened.

A quick whizzing sound and something shot past Aimee's face as straight into Ron's nose.

"PIG!" Ginny exclaimed, as Arnold her pretty little Pygmy puff bounced up and down on her shoulder and the tiny little owl fell into Ron's Hands.

"Pig? Pig!" Ron looked at the little bird in his hands, it was breathing still as it lay there, hooted merrily before seeming to pass out.

"Poor thing, look at him Ron," Ginny exclaimed now peering at the little creature in her brothers hand. "Lets take him to Hagrid, he'll be able to make him better, come on."

Aimee shook her head as she settled down at the Gryffindor table the next day, she was exhausted, when she came to Hogwarts she had expected things to start happening, but this was ridiculous, every day there was something new. If it wasn't the mass murder of birds, or a fight between siblings, it was another Order meeting where she was expected to discuss a different aspect of her abilities as Old Mad-Eye Moody watched her endlessly, like he didn't trust her or something.

And the visions never went away, and they were harder to deal with here than they were at Salem. It had been so easy back there.

"You look like crap." Ron piped helpfully and he plonked himself down opposite Aimee, stuffing his face with toast, spitting crumbs across the table. Aimee looked up at him; he was barely paying her attention as his light blue eyes trailed across to a bowl of steaming scrambled egg. She glared at his carrot orange hair, feeling anger bubble up inside of her.

"Thanks Ron," Aimee snapped, pushing her hair back and pulling it quickly into a messy bun, before pulling out a compact mirror. She looked at her reflection and although she still looked good, she knew she didn't look like she usually did. "You look like shit yourself."

She sighed before putting the compact back and got to her feet, looking to the teachers table and noting that Albus was still absent.

"You alright Aimee?" Harry piped up, she hadn't even realised he had arrived. She nodded at him vaguely, continuing her way out of the room, she didn't notice at first that he had followed her, not until they reached the marble staircase. "You sure?"

"Yeah, just I look like crap, and something is wrong…" Aimee muttered as she begun climbing the stairs, fully intent on skipping today's classes. She'd always be able to catch up from Ginny, she reasoned as she continued.

"I think you look gorgeous."

Aimee halted, halfway up the second flight of stairs, not even noticing when the stairway begun to move. She felt heat in her face as her cheeks reddened. She looked at the boy before her, he was handsome, his face set with a good bone structure, and strong jaw, there was slight stubble starting to develop, and hidden behind his round frame glasses looking right back at her, were sincere emerald eyes. He was fit, from fighting and quidditch she knew, his arms had gotten bigger from the picture of a boy she had seen in the papers in America, he was quite tall as well, not gangly like Ron, but taller than her by an inch or so.

There was silence as the pair looked back at each other, Aimee pushing back a stray strand of hair that had fallen into her face.

"Harry-" Aimee paused, this was Harry Potter, the chosen one and she was completely speechless. She did not know what to say as her sapphire eyes met his emerald ones, and there was such honesty in them, she couldn't doubt it.

"Well what do we have here," Aimee and Harry both turned and saw Draco Malfoy and his posse hovering behind them, looking smug, seeming to realise they had walked in on something. "I'm awfully sorry, have I interrupted something?"

Aimee wanted to punch him in the face the smarmy git, Harry seemed to have the same thought process as his fists clenched. Aimee reached out, touching his shoulder, signalling for them to both leave, Harry nodded curtly turning to follow her.

"I think we've caught them in time to witness Potter finally loose his virginity, I heard from a friend she's a right little minx in the bed, rumour has it she was a right little miss back at Salem, isn't that right Aimee?" Draco called as the pair begun to walk away. "Though Potter, there's also rumours of you and the mudblood, couldn't be true could it? I know she reads an awful lot... What about the redheaded whore? She's gotten around quite a bit, I wonder if she's made any money for her dirt poor family."

"WHAT-" Aimee turned and flung herself down the stairs, crashing into the blonde boy with such ferocity they both fell the rest of the way down the stairs, Harry turned running after them, as the girls in Draco's group begun to scream. They landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs; Aimee perched on top, her fist colliding with his jaw, repeatedly.

"MISS CULLEN! MALFOY! AIMEE CULLEN!" There was screaming in the background, and someone grabbed her by the waist, pulling her form Draco, she was kicking and screaming incoherently. She was red in the face with fury, and could careless what was going on around her.

Harry had Aimee around the waist, surprised by her strength as she fought against him to tear Malfoy to pieces, he could see the blonde boy lying on the floor groaning, and Pansy Parkinson beside him crying and pointing accusingly at Aimee, as she kicked out at the Slytherin boy, McGonagall had appeared and was screaming furiously at them. It was quite blur of noise, everyone was yelling, he thought he was going to Drop Aimee for a moment when Ginny appeared before him, getting in front of Aimee, and taking her face into her hands.

"Aimee, be quiet," Ginny said sternly and the noise stopped instantly, and she stilled for her best friend and cousin. "I know hon, I know what he said, and I know he deserved it, but I think we need to get you to the hospital wing."

As she said it Harry craned his neck to see blood dripping onto his shirt sleeve, staining the pure white fabric dark red.

"Aimee, I realise that Mr Malfoy had acted in a manner extremely unbecoming, however it is not for you to shove both of you down the stairs and punch him in the face repeatedly." Minerva told Aimee firmly, she sounded exhausted, and looked furious, her lips were thinner than Harry had ever seen them, and she was walking back and fourth. She had as of yet refused to look at the fifth year who was sitting in the hospital wing, with Madame Pomfrey waving her wand over her head healing her wound, and muttering about stupid fights.

"He called Ginny a common street whore, he attacked my family, whether he knows it or not is irrelevant, and I assure you professor McGonagall I would do it again." Aimee replied firmly, she looked defiant, and McGonagall sighed.

"Ten Points from Gryffindor for fighting, while I realise you stand by your convictions Aimee, fighting on the stairway is neither safe nor the best way of getting your point across."

"She's right y'know," Ginny said as she settled beside Aimee, looking at her best friend through big doe brown eyes, looking concerned at her friend, who was blood stained but not longer was there any other evidence of an injury. "You throw yourself down the stair and you'll get hurt."

"He's such an arse sometimes and argh… I can't even say anything…" Aimee frowned, slipping off of the bed and looking at her group of friends, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry. "Can we just head back please, I've already missed all the morning classes, I can't be bothered to go to the afternoon ones."

"I'll go with you," Harry piped up, looking at Aimee, as Ginny watched her friend. "You guys get to lessons, you've got Snape next Gin, and Hermione will pass out if she misses Charms, so I'll head back with you."

"Great."

"So…" They'd made it to the common room without incident, something for which Aimee was glad for, however it wasn't a nice journey as such. She had walked in absolute silence beside Harry towards the seventh floor where the Portrait entrance sat, it swung open for them as Harry muttered the password. The journey was full, like neither of them were really willing to breathe.

They stopped as they reached the sofa, the common room was empty, and the tension just wouldn't pass. And now they couldn't look each other in the eye. Time seemed to tick by agonisingly slowly, and the silence continued, the only thing Aimee could hear was the rushing of her blood and breathing.

"This is ridiculous." Harry said finally, and Aimee released the breath she'd seem to be holding and cracked a small smile, finally looking Harry in the eye, it had passed she thought, we can get back to normal now. However she was far from right, as Harry filled the gap between them, and took her by the back of the head, and brought her face to his, as he lowered his lips over hers.

It was as if she'd ever imagined kissing Harry, however he didn't feel like she might have expected, his lips weren't smooth, nor was he gentle with her, however gentle wasn't what she wanted right now, as she drew him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Harry could feel her body against his, she was different from what he ahd felt before, and there was a heat he'd definitely never felt before. She was soft, and curved, but firm… Her skin was heated and feather like beneath his finger tips as they danced across the small of her back beneath her school shirt. She was breathing in short burst, kissing him back with a passion he had never felt before…

This was different, new and exciting.

It broke apart too quickly.

"Harry-" Aimee was breathless as she pulled her lips form his, looking up at him with bright eyes, her hands were on his shoulders, holding him where she wanted, away form her face, thought his hands remained on the small of her back beneath her shirt. Her cheeks were reddened and she bit her bottom lip ion a way that just made him want to kiss her again, she'd never looked more perfect than in that moment as she looked up mat him with a flushed face, breathing deeply and trying to regain her control. "Harry, I'm meant to be protecting you, I can't do that like this… I can't keep my control like this."

"You're mum was best friends with my mum, do you think they could have possibly not felt something for each other, maybe not like this, but come on…" Harry argued, looking deeply into her perfect sapphire eyes, seeing all the doubt in her face as she thought over what he was saying.

"Harry, I've got to keep you alive, and you've got to kill Lord Voldemort, is this the best time to start to anything… Both of us are looking at dying pretty early, this won't be a right, you and me, plus you're Harry Potter, what if word gets out about me, I've got to remain a secret, people can't find out what I am," Aimee argued, but Harry smiled, she wanted to wipe that smile off his handsome face.

"You mean the extinct being? Who hasn't been around for centuries, 'cos that definitely springs to the front of my mind?"

She could have kneed him right then and there, but she didn't, she cracked, and smiled despite herself, knowing he was probably right; her story was just too far fetched.

"You're such an idiot Potter, just so you know."