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Amelia woke up with a sore neck. She opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't in her own flat. With furrowed brows, she glanced around the room. It was when she spotted a picture on the nightstand, she figured it out. It was Fred and George on their opening day of the shop. They both looked so young in the picture, but she guessed war does that to someone. She kicked the blankets back and when her feet touched the ground, she noticed she was wearing a set of pyjamas that wasn't hers, or from anyone for that matter. They were ghastly, they were bright pink with all momentums and statues from England plastered on it, every now and then, a Weasley head popped out of a window or a door.
Wearing the ghastly pj's she walked out of one of the twins' rooms and walked to the kitchen, where she heard voices talking. She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips at them.
"Seriously guys?" She said pulling on the hem of her pj's. They were sitting on the dining table with a cup of tea in their hands. They both turned to her with a large grin.
"You're the one who fell asleep on our couch, love." Fred winked.
"Come, sit." George padded the chair next to him. He waved his wand, and a freshly brewed cup of tea came flying over as she sat down.
"You're up early." She mused after she took a sip.
"No, you're up late. It's nearly ten thirty." George pointed out.
"What? Really?" She glanced around and went to turn her wrist to look at her watch, but Fred stopped her just in time. It was the hand where she was holding a hot cup of tea. She grinned sheepishly at him.
"We let you sleep in, because you must've really needed it. Can't blame you of course, between your work and helping us out." George said. "I mean it, for what you're doing-"
"I know George." She placed a hand on his. "You don't need to keep thanking me." She smiled. "Neither of you." She turned to Fred.
"Too bad, we're going to keep doing it. And you'll receive a big present too." Fred grinned.
"And before you start to protest." George said pointing a finger up in the air. "Fred was just telling me about yesterday."
"Don't believe a word he says." She said pointing at Fred. "He did great! It's just going to take time. And if he's up for it, we should go three times a week."
"First of all -" Fred started. "I told him exactly what we did. And how you think I did a great job. Secondly, works for me. What about Monday, Wednesday and Friday after work?"
"I think I can squeeze you in." She chuckled. She's been at the twin's flat almost every day the last month, so they both knew she had nowhere else to be.
"Can I come?" George asked. "Angelina is leaving Monday for three weeks. She has a quidditch match in Japan."
"Of course." Amelia and Fred said in unison. "You don't need to ask." Amelia added.
"So, how was your date night with Angelina?" Amelia asked.
Fred laughed. "Well, since he just strolled in this morning, I think pretty good."
"That's good. You deserve to be happy, George. Just one question... How did I end up in one of your rooms."
"That would be my room." George stated proudly.
"You fell asleep when we were watching that movie, and I didn't want to wake you. So, I carried you up in my strong arms to the bedroom." He flexed his arms, grinning.
She quirked an eyebrow. "Although I believe that you and your strong arms can carry me..."
"Fine." He dropped his arms. "I levitated you in George's bed."
"After or before changing my clothes into... This." She gestured to the Big Ben on her stomach.
"After." Fred grinned and quickly rolled back when she reached out to hit him.
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Harry was fidgeting nervously with the buttons of his shirt. He had dropped Teddy off at Andy's a couple of hours ago and was now standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom. That Thursday during lunch Amelia asked him and Ron to go out with her this weekend to muggle London. He ran a hand through his hair, making is stick up even more.
"You ready mate?" He heard Ron on the other side of the door. He let the door fly open and Ron walked in, dressed in jeans and a dark grey shirt. "Yeez, Harry. You look nervous." He looked him up and down. "And your shirt is buttoned up wrong."
Harry looked down and groaned. He went to unbutton them again with trembling hands. Ron swatted his hands away and did it for him. It may be for the best, because it would take Harry too long to do it properly anyway.
"You don't have to be nervous, mate. I'm there to back you up and when everything is going the right way, I'll slip away unnoticed." He grinned as he finished the last button.
"Subtlety has never been your strong suit, Ron."
"It will be tonight." He laughed. "I've never seen you so nervous about a date."
"Because I never really liked the girls I dated. Except Ginny of course, but that was different. We kissed and bam, we were a couple."
"What do you think is up with her and the twins? They seemed very friendly last week when we bummed into them after lunch."
"She told me they've been hanging out after work." Harry said, running a comb through his hair to no avail. "They really became her friends."
"Just friends?" Ron asked as he looked at Harry through the mirror.
"Thinks so." He looked down at the sink. "George is with Angelina, and Fred... She says they're just friends."
"Let's figure it out tonight, yeah?" He glanced at his watch. "We should get going before we're too late."
Harry nodded and looked at himself up and down again in the mirror. He was wearing dark jeans and a deep blue shirt. He was still getting used to his new glasses he got a few months back. Gone with the old, round spectacles, in its place were rectangular glasses with a thin rim. The way Ron said it, made him look like a stud for the girls. His eyes flickered up to his hair again but turned away knowing there wasn't anything to do about it.
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The street the club was in was crowded. Ron, being the taller one of the two, searched for Amelia above the dozens of heads. But Harry was the first one to spot her, and his heart stopped for a second. She was gorgeous. She had her hair loose in flowing locks against her bare back. She wore a navy-blue dress, that would match his shirt perfectly. It was tied up behind her neck, covering her chest completely, but the dress showed off her long legs and bare back, so who was he to complain. The dress flowed outwards when it reached the end, a few centimetres above her knee. She was standing next to the doorman as the broad man checked everyone's ID. Her blue eyes found his and her smile grew, just like his. She gestured them over. Harry elbowed Ron's side and he followed his gaze before the pair walked up to them. Neither of them noticed the glares of the people waiting in line. Harry because his sole focus was on Amelia, Ron because he was already dancing at the music that flowed out of the building.
"I still don't understand how two of the most handsome men I know are single." She smiled as she looked at the two. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed them both on the cheek. "You're handsome too, Dorian." She grinned to the bouncer. The bouncer ignored her, but Harry could see a little lift in the corner of his mouth.
"You look beautiful." Ron said, after Harry was lost for words. "I'm sure Harry agrees." Ron was the one who nudged him now.
"Uhm - yeah. Y-you look stunning." He stuttered a little over his words, but all the same it made her blush.
"Thank you." She smiled shyly. "Ready to go in?" She asked pointing at the door.
"What about the line?" Ron asked.
"What about it?" She grinned and walked over to the door. "I have my ways." She smirked over her shoulder to the two of them. Neither of them saw her exchange a look with the bouncer before they headed in.
The music pounded against his ears the moment they stepped in. The club was dark, with fluorescents lights on the walls. The lights lit up the way they were supposed to go. Amelia stepped between him and Ron and locked her arms with both of them. But her eyes, her large blue eyes, were on him.
"We match." She smiled as she pointed at their clothes. Harry grinned down at her, unable to tear his eyes away from her. When he didn't say anything, she said. "I'm happy you came. I don't know if this is your kind of scene, so if you hate it just tell me and we'll skedaddle."
Harry's stomach clenched at her words. That she would leave the club with him if he asked her to. She didn't tell Ron the same thing, she only told him. She only had eyes for him. And Harry was like fourteen-year-old boy, who couldn't find the words, he just nodded dumbly. Idiot, idiot. He said to himself. She squeezed his arm before turning back forwards in the room with the deejay. The dance floor was already packed with people, a long queue of people was waiting at the bar and the deejay was standing in the back on a platform.
"Wicked." Ron gasped as his eyes flickered around the room. "I'll go get us drinks." He said and started to walk towards the bar, but Amelia's arm stopped him.
"Do you have muggle money?"
Harry quickly searched his pockets as he saw Ron's confused look. "Here." He said handing over a few bills. "This should be enough."
"Right." Ron frowned as he looked at the unfamiliar bills. "Beer?" He asked him and he nodded, then Ron turned to Amelia.
"An old-fashioned, please."
"A what?" Ron said dumbfounded.
"The waiter will know what it is. Harry and I will find a place to sit." She nudged her head towards the booths on the other end of the room. When Ron saw where they were heading, he turned to the bar.
Amelia started to walk and dragged Harry with her. It was hard to weave through the crowd. The people were all dancing, bumping into on another. When a man bumped into Harry, Amelia's arm slipped away from his. He tried to look for her behind the dancing people but couldn't spot her. Then a hand slipped into his and pulled him forward. He stumbled over someone's foot and landed against Amelia's chest. She grinned at him as he pulled back blushing.
"You okay there?" She chuckled.
"Yeah." He could feel the heat in his cheeks, she still held his hand in hers. She tugged it again and walked to one of the empty booths. She slid in the black leather booth and pulled him next to her. They were sitting right next to each other, their legs and thighs touching. She was still holding his hand, not that he'd mind, not that he was going to mention it. "So, uhm." Harry said leaning closer, so she could hear him above the music. "Are you coming for lunch tomorrow at the burrow?"
"No." She laughed. Oh, how Harry loved her laugh, so full and carefree, he could listen to it all day. "I think I'll be out for the whole day, if things go well." She winked. And Harry felt flustered before he thought she might be thinking about some other guy she might meet tonight. She leaned her head back, so she was closer to his ear. "Where's Teddy tonight?"
"With his grandmother, Tonks' mum."
"I would love to see the little munchkin again." She smiled as her thumb traced circles on the top of his hand absently. The simple, innocent movement made his head and mind fuzzy.
"I think he would like to see you too." Harry couldn't help but smile broadly by the fact that she thought about Teddy even when they were out in a club. "Maybe you could come by next week, have a play date. With Teddy of course." He added quickly and Amelia fell into a fit of laughter.
"Too bad." She winked just as Ron sat down at the table with their drinks. Harry stared at her. She had let go of his hand; her eyes seemed surprised when she noticed they were still holding hands when she went to grab her drink. But Harry was still staring at her, he could still feel the feeling of her thumb caressing his skin. He accepted his beer from Ron without turning his gaze away from her. She was already in a conversation with Ron, about what he had no idea, the music too loud for him to follow. He saw Ron glance at him with a knowing look before he reacted to something Amelia had said. Harry leaned back, beer in one hand, while his other rested on the back of the booth. A few drinks later, Ron stood up and declared he was going dancing. Amelia placed her empty glass on the table and leaned back, into his arm. She turned a little so she could look at him.
"Hi." She smiled, she leaned her head back, so it rested on his arm.
"Hi." He repeated with a lopsided smile and a thundering heart.
"Ready to see your friend again, Hermione? School is almost over, right?"
"Yeah, can't wait to see her again. It's been two months since she came over to the burrow."
"Ron told me about her, and their kiss. Do you think they'll get together when she comes back?"
"I don't know." He frowned a little as he thought it over. "It looked like something was going to happen. But they haven't seen each other much over the past year, they never talked about it or kissed again. And I know he likes his freedom." He grinned at the last part and nudged his head towards the dance floor. Amelia lifted her head from his arm, leaving it cold and bare as she watched Ron dance with a tall brunette.
"He could use some dancing lessons." She snickered and laid her head back down.
"No kidding." Harry laughed. "Not like I'm any better."
"No?" She shifted again so she faced him fully. "Let's see then." She grabbed his hands and tugged on them.
"No, no." He shook his head frantically.
"Please." She pouted as her eyes large were large. How could he say no to that, to her. He rolled his eyes playfully before he let her help him out. She held his hand behind her as she guided him through the crowd, her hips already swaying on the music. Harry couldn't take his eyes off her as he followed her, the sway of her hips was hypnotising.
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When they reached the middle of the dancefloor, she let go of his hand but turned towards him, already moving to the beat. Harry stood there stiff, just watching her. She smiled as she placed her hands on his hips and helped him move. She chuckled at his stiff movements, she pulled her hands away from his hips and took his hands in hers. Harry thought about the few dances he had over the years and twirled her around under his arm. She smiled approvingly when she turned back to him, and his dance move became a little less stiff. They danced a little silly and totally of beat from the music, but neither cared. After about forty minutes, Harry was about to call it quits and wanted to grab some drinks. But then she twirled under his arm and when she came back, she rested her hands against his chest. Her hands slide up until they curled around his neck.
"Not going anywhere, are you?" She asked looking at him doe eyed.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He said placing his hands on her hips, pulling her slightly closer. Her fingers were going through the hair in the nape of his neck, making him shiver all over. Their eyes were locked on each other as they swayed too slow on the music. But neither seemed to notice or care. His eyes flickered to her lips, and he slowly leaned down, giving her enough time to pull away, but she didn't. He even felt the grip on his hair become tighter. But before their lips met, someone bumped into them. A young woman with a brown curly bob and large brown eyes, had pushed her between him and Amelia.
"Harry Potter!" The girl squealed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down and kissed him. She just kissed him. His eyes were large in shock, and he saw Amelia laugh at his reaction, but still he saw something in her eyes he never wanted to see there again. He pulled away from the girl quickly.
"Not interested." He said as he pushed past the girl and wrapped an arm around Amelia's waist. Amelia leaned into him without hesitation. The girl glared at them before storming off.
"So, that's what it's like to be Harry Potter." She called over the music.
"Like I said, not so much fun." He said in her ear. "Wanna get something to drink?" She nodded and he guided her towards the bar, with his hands on her hips. Before he had a chance to, she ordered them drinks and turned around as she leaned on the bar.
"Where is Ron?" She asked as she peered through the room. Harry searched the crowds for a dangly redhead but couldn't spot anyone. He checked the coin in his pocket, which had a new message on it. "He left with that girl."
"How do you know?" She asked looking at him. He handed her the coin. "That's amazing."
"That's Hermione for you." He chuckled. "Do you mind if we head out?"
"No, but I need to find a place to floo home from." She said as they drank their last drinks. "Apparating is out of the question."
"You can floo from my home, I don't live that from here. A ten-minute walk, I think."
"Sounds good." She chugged her drink and he copied her, before they headed out of the club.