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While nearly everyone else at Hogwarts had decided to go watch the first Quidditch match of the year between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Amelia had stayed behind in her common room to study. In particular, to finish and perfect her essay on Venomous Tentacula plants.

To be quite honest, Amelia knew she could've finished the essay easily in the time she had between the match and her next class, but she'd used it as an excuse not to go. She didn't think she could handle being on the Quidditch pitch, at least not yet. She didn't think she could bear having to go back to the place where Cedric died and having to stand there to watch something so trivial as a Quidditch match.

Herb had gone, while rallying and exciting the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, telling them they'd have to pay close attention to the strategies of the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams. Leanne had gone only because Herb had gone and the two were becoming increasingly inseparable and insufferable, and Phoebe had gone wearing a Gryffindor scarf she'd borrowed from George for the occasion.

With a grumbly sort of sigh, Amelia dunked her quill into the inkwell once again, chewing her bottom lip as she picked up where she'd left off writing. Lucy was sprawled on her lap, laying on her back, paws in the air as she batted at the compass and locket around Amelia's neck, much to her annoyance. She loved her little cat to death, but it seemed like the cat only had an interest in her when Amelia most wanted to be left alone.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar noise of the doors squealing open, and then the bombardment of footsteps into the previously silent room. She grumbled again, but this time for different reasons.

"It was brilliant, Amelia, you really should've come," Herb told her breathlessly, once he got the chance to. "Gryffindor took the win, just in the nick of time - Slytherin was ahead, but Potter got the Snitch."

"Good for him," Amelia commented half-heartedly.

Sure, she considered Harry a friend, but she really had no interest whatsoever in Quidditch.

"It really doesn't matter much, though," Phoebe chimed in glumly. "Umbridge banned Harry, Fred and George from Quidditch. For life."

"What?!" Amelia questioned, now that she was interested. "Why?"

"They got into a nasty fight with Draco Malfoy after the match," Leanne answered. "All the Slytherins were singing this awful song making fun of Ron Weasley, saying he's horrible and was born in a bin and all other kinds of mean things….I couldn't really hear what they were fighting about, but I'm guessing it had to be something relating to the song….Malfoy swaggered over to them, and before we all knew it, the three of them were pounding him into the ground. I can't say I really blame them, though…."

"And Umbridge banned them for life because they punched that prat a few times?" Amelia inquired for verification. "But she didn't give any detentions or anything for the nasty song the Slytherins came up with?"

"No," Herb shook his head.

"I talked to Katie," came Leanne. "She said McGonagall was going to give them detentions and that whole kind of thing, but Umbridge burst in and banned them for life. Even took their brooms."

Amelia rolled her eyes and shook her head. She was angry, but definitely far from surprised that Umbridge would do such a thing.

"I really don't like her," Phoebe stated. "I never did like her."

"She was just waiting for an excuse to do something like this," Amelia said, shaking her head. "I just bet she was."

"I wouldn't argue with you there," Herb commented. "I don't think Umbridge ever liked Harry….and the two Weasleys, well, it's obvious why they'd clash with her…."

"Yeah," Leanne nodded in agreement, as did Amelia.

Unlike Amelia, though, Leanne then cleared her throat in a slightly awkward manner, and then looked to Herb, and asked, "Er, aren't you doing your Prefect rounds tonight?"

At first, Herb looked rather dumbfounded, raising his eyebrows as he looked back to his girlfriend. Amelia elbowed him in the ribs, and then he got it, immediately replying, "Oh, yeah!"

"Better get going then, right?" Leanne asked.

"Right," nodded Herb, before the two of them grabbed each other's hands and sprinted back through the round doors and into the corridor.

"They're very blunt about their relationship," Phoebe commented, adjusting one of the small rosebuds in her hair. "I hope they're being smart about things."

"Me too," Amelia agreed. She then questioned, "Where do you keep getting the roses in your hair? I've never noticed them until recently."

"Oh," Phoebe smiled faintly, her cheeks turning the same shade of pink as the flowers in her hair. "George gives them to me. I told them about how my grandad used to….wait, don't you actually have Prefect duties tonight?"

"Merlin, you're right," Amelia said. She briefly checked her watch, before muttering, "I've got to go…."

"Alright, I'll come with you," Phoebe said. "I wanted to see how George, Fred and Harry were doing after their ban, but I never got the chance….suppose you could walk me to and from the Gryffindor dormitories while you're doing your rounds?"

"Sure," Amelia agreed with a slight smile. "Let's go - maybe if we hurry, we can find Herb and Leanne and make their eyebrows grow like mad."

Phoebe giggled. "Maybe."

The two girls then left the Hufflepuff dormitories. Amelia was supposed to be doing the whole Prefect business, making sure everyone was getting back to their own dorms in time and all that jazz, but she didn't really care. She liked the Prefect privilege of being able to be out after curfew herself, and she didn't blame others for liking it as well - that was, of course, if she liked those people.

The two Hufflepuff girls then came to the portrait of the Fat Lady that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor dormitories. The Fat Lady appeared to be nodding off, leaning into the corner of her painting, as she snored in a not-so-lady-like kind of way.

"Oi!" Phoebe said rather loudly, waking the Fat Lady out of her slumber.

"You two aren't in Gryffindor, are you?" inquired the Fat Lady, narrowing her eyes. "Familiar….but not in Gryffindor…."

"Mimbulus mimbletonia," Phoebe recited.

"Alright," sighed the Fat Lady. Swinging her hinges open, she muttered, "Get in, get in."

Phoebe and Amelia proceeded to climb through the passageway, and into the Gryffindor common room.

"How did you two get in here?" Ron inquired, from where he stood talking to Hermione.

"You Gryffindors aren't very secretive about your passwords," Phoebe said with a sly grin. With a shrug, she then added, "George told me."

"So, then, did you tell him how to get into the Hufflepuff dorms?" Ron inquired.

"No, of course not!" Phoebe said, as if she was offended. "Don't you know that the Hufflepuff common room is the only set of common rooms and dorms in the castle that has never, ever, been seen by students who weren't in Hufflepuff?"

Ron looked rather dumbfounded, while Hermione shrugged, and with a bit of a smirk, nudged him and said, "You would've known that if you'd read Hogwarts, a History."

"Not that again," Ron grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Amelia chuckled, but the conversation ended as Harry came trotting down the stairs from the boys' dormitories, with a strangely kind of grayish-colored fabric draped in his arms and an old piece of parchment folded in his hands. When he noticed that Amelia and Phoebe were standing there as well, his expression dropped immediately, like a child caught by his mother with his hand in the cookie jar minutes before dinner.

"An invisibility cloak?" Phoebe observed before Amelia could. Her eyes widened, as she inquired, "Oh, where are you lot sneaking off to?"

"To see Hagrid," Hermione informed her in a hushed tone. "He's come back."

"Really?!" Phoebe exclaimed. She seemed more than ecstatic to hear about her favorite professor. "And you're….can I come with you?"

"Er, sure," Harry filled in, since the other two didn't answer. "Sorry, Amelia, but I really don't think you'll be able to fit under the cloak with the rest of us…."

"It's fine," Amelia assured him. With a wink, she then said, "I don't think I want to run any risk of running into those Skrewts again anyway…."

The deadpan humour earned a bit of chuckling, before Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Phoebe started to organize themselves beneath the cloak, disappearing except for their shoes, just as two sets of feet trotted down the stairs from the boys' dormitory.

"I thought I heard Hufflepuffs," George joked upon arriving with Fred.

"Can't stay away, can you, Honeycutt?" Fred smirked, and Amelia couldn't help but to smile as well. She didn't know why, but Fred Weasley sure had that effect on her.

"I just came with Phoebe, is all," Amelia replied with a shrug, trying to be coy.

"Hi," Phoebe chimed in, popping her head out from beneath the invisibility cloak.

"Hi," George responded, smiling at her. "Where are you lot sneaking off to?"

"To see Hagrid, but keep it quiet, alright?" Ron said touchily, poking his head out as well.

"No need to have an attitude, little brother," George assured him. "Only asking."

With that, George began shoving his way beneath the cloak with the rest of them, causing quite an uproar.

"What d'you think you're doing?" Ron and Hermione asked, almost in sync.

"Going with you, what's it look like you git?" George shot back, clearly more at Ron than Hermione.

"George, er, you really can't fit," Harry said.

"Fine," George mumbled, backing out. "But I know what kind of trouble you three get into and if you get my - Phoebe, in any of that, I'll be after you."

Grumbling and groaning, the three fifth-years obliged, and with Phoebe, then left the common room. Amelia smirked slightly, what George had just said only confirmed her suspicions that George and Phoebe weren't just friends as the two of the claimed.

"Well," George sighed, weaving his fingers together as he turned his attention back to Fred and Amelia. "I think I'll leave you two to it."

And before either Fred or Amelia knew it, George had disappeared back up the stairs, leaving the two of them alone. Turning to face Fred, Amelia found herself taking a deep breath, as she involuntarily felt her cheeks redden and the nargle-like sensation return to the pit of her gut.

"So, er, I heard about Quidditch….," Amelia uttered awkwardly, trying to make conversation.

"Amelia," Fred said, taking a step towards her. She rarely heard him call her anything but Honeycutt, she she had some idea of what was coming. "Can I just ask….why?"

"Why what?" Amelia countered, playing dumb.

"Why'd you end it?" he asked.

She took another deep breath, and in that way of hers, attempted to rationalize, explaining, "It's not….we dated a couple of months, that was it. It wasn't….it wasn't like we were completely serious or anything, and I - …."

She was then cut off by Fred, who said, "I'm serious. I was serious."

Before she could say anything else, he did something she'd found herself missing in the past few months - he kissed her. And she found herself doing something that she hadn't done in a few months - she gave in. She'd been wanting him to kiss her, she'd been wanting to kiss him, and she finally just let it happen, she let him put his arms around her, and she let her fingers slip into his hair, and she let herself enjoy it.

When they stopped, she found herself crying. Maybe it was just being a teenage girl, maybe it was everything that had been happening in the past year or so of her life, maybe it was both, but she just cried. Fred didn't question her, he just held her against his chest and let her cry into his homemade jumper.

"Is it….Cedric?" Fred asked lowly, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb, and then tucking a loose wisp of honey-colored hair behind her hair for her.

She only nodded, before explaining, "I just….it was a lot losing him, y'know? He was my best friend and it was so sudden and by You-Know-Who….and then my grandma and my family and with Cedric….I was confused and upset, and I didn't….I didn't think you'd want or you deserved a better girlfriend."

"I don't, and I don't, I'd never, ever, want or deserve anyone but you," he assured her.

"Fred, how can you say that?" Amelia asked. "We're so young, we've barely known each other, and…."

"Can you stop trying to rationalize or whatever it is you're doing, please?" Fred requested with a slight smile. "You can't always rationalize everything. I know you've been through a lot, but can't you accept that I love you?"

After biting her bottom lip, Amelia nodded, and replied, "I love you, too."