- Mione POV -

As our lips met, sparks of every colour flashed in front of my eyes. Paul's lips were soft and warm as they moved slowly across mine. I rolled onto my back and smiled as he followed me, never breaking contact. I felt his weight settle beside me on the bed and I found one of my legs tangling with his.

His hands traced my stomach and I rubbed his calf with my foot. I felt his tongue against my lips and opened my mouth instantly. We both moaned as the kiss deepened and while one of my hands moved up to his hair, the other ran up and down his well toned chest.

I arched my body as he ran his hand up and down my spine. I shivered as Paul sucked on my tongue and I was glad that we were lying down or I would have definitely fallen over by now.

"You are beautiful," Paul whispered as he kissed across my jaw and down my neck. I arched my neck and felt him smile against my skin.

"I'm not really, just average," I replied as I thought about my scars. Paul lifted his head from my neck and looked down at me.

"Angel, how can you say you are just average?" Paul asked incredulously. I looked down and found myself staring at his chest. I ran my hand over his muscles as I tried not to look at him. "Talk to me."

"It's just what I've been told," I answered softly. Ron never called me beautiful. He always found flaws in me and he used to say I was nothing more than average. "My ex-boyfriend never called me beautiful."

Paul jumped off the bed and I thought he was going to tell me to leave. Instead, he grabbed my hands and lifted me off the bed. We walked over to his built in wardrobe that had floor to ceiling mirrored doors. He pulled me in front of him.

"Angel, your ex was an epic idiot. You are beautiful and exotic," Paul whispered into my ear before pressing his lips to my shoulder. His hands rested on my waist and he held me gently. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I don't think I can explain how gorgeous I think you are."

"But why? I'm nothing special," I asked. I hated feeling self conscious but the war did that.

"Baby, you have this hot as fuck body that is tight and fit. You are incredibly smart and I find it adorable that you correct me when I'm wrong. You are strong and stand up for what you believe in. You are so goddamn unique that it's hard not to find you endearing," Paul said as he spun me in his arms.

"You actually know what endearing means. I am impressed," I said with a grin. Paul laughed and pressed his lips gently to mine.

"And you have this wicked sense of humour. I know you are going to say that no one is perfect but you, you're pretty damn close," Paul said.

I smiled up at him and kissed him on the lips. He deepened the kiss and he started walking backwards. We fell back onto the bed and I laughed against his lips.

"You're beautiful Angel and I'm gunna spend forever telling you that," Paul whispered.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked him.

He grinned up at me and kissed my nose.

"Mya, will you be my girlfriend?" Paul asked me. I rested my elbow on his chest and rested my head on my hand, pretending to think. "Do I need to tickle you again?"

"I'd love to be your girlfriend," I said before kissing him again. He ran his fingers through my curls as the kiss deepened and I finally felt whole.

I cuddled into his chest and started yawning.

"Did you want me to drop you home or did you want to stay?" Paul whispered into my hair.

"Can I stay?" I asked him. He nodded and grabbed the phone for me.

I dialled the home number and smiled when dad answered.

"Hey daddy," I said.

"Hey Snowflake. How was your day?" Dad asked.

"It was good. I was wondering, can I stay here at Paul's tonight?" I asked.

"I'd be a hypocrite if I said no considering Leah is staying over here with Harry. Just be safe and sensible honey," Dad said.

"Thanks daddy. Love you," I said. I smiled as Sirius replied he loved me too before hanging up. "All done."

"Here's a shirt for you and there are some shorts if you want them. I'm just going to turn the lights off downstairs and lock up so we can watch movies up here," Paul said as he handed me a t-shirt. When he left the room, I slipped my pants and bra off and threw his shirt on. It hit my knees so I decided against the pants.

Paul walked back into the room and smiled predatorily.

"Fuck baby, you look amazing in my clothes," Paul said as he walked over to me. He pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips firmly to mine.

We lay down on the bed and I cuddled into his warmth as the next Star Wars movie started. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Paul smoothed down my hair and I soon fell asleep.

- Leah POV -

"No way!" I laughed as Harry and I sat on his bed.

"Yes way. Mione just swung her arm back and flung it forward, effectively breaking his nose," Harry explained. "But don't worry. She only does it to people she doesn't like."

I loved seeing my imprint like this. He was being free and open with me and it was good. I was still shocked that I had imprinted. Paul and I understood just how lucky we were to have ever imprinted. Harry and Mione both lived in England and it was sheer luck that they even came to La Push.

"You ok Lee?" Harry asked. I must have zoned out.

"Yea. I'm ok. Just letting my thoughts get away with me," I answered. Harry smiled at me and I couldn't stop the smile I shot at him.

We heard a knock on the door and Sirius walked in with a grin.

"Leah, you are welcome to stay in Mione's room tonight if you'd like," Sirius said.

"Where will Mione sleep?" I asked.

"She's staying at Paul's tonight," Sirius explained and I smiled softly.

"Thanks," I answered.

"You're welcome. Well kids, I'm off to bed so don't do anything I wouldn't do," Sirius said with a grin and Harry laughed.

"What wouldn't you do?" Harry asked and Sirius winked before walking out of the room.

"Your dad is pretty awesome," I said and Harry nodded.

"I find myself wishing I knew my birth parents but I'm glad Sirius adopted me," Harry said before laying back on his bed. I lay down beside him and rested my head on his chest. His hand started running through my hair and I'm pretty sure I purred.

"Do you know why they gave you up?" I asked. Harry took a deep breath and his hand stilled. "I'm sorry. Forget I asked."

"No its fine Lee. My parents didn't give me up. They were murdered when I was a year old," Harry explained and I gasped as I looked up at him. He kept running his hand through my hair but I noticed he had a slight sheen over his eyes.

"Oh my god. Harry, I am so sorry," I said. I rested up on my elbow and rubbed my hand back and forth on his chest. He grabbed my hand with his free one and held it tightly.

"I don't even remember them. Sirius is my godfather so he tells me stories about them but sometimes I just wish I could know them," Harry said softly.

"You know they are never truly gone right? You can always talk to them," I said and Harry smiled at me.

"I know. Do you want to see a picture?" Harry asked and I nodded. He slid off the bed and over to his desk. He grabbed one of the photos and handed it to me. Staring back at me was a couple, the male looked exactly like Harry while the woman had gorgeous red hair and bright green eyes. "That's my mum, Lily and my dad, James."

"Your mum is stunning," I whispered. I looked into Harry's eyes and smiled. "You have her eyes."

"Everyone says that," Harry said. "That and I look like my dad."

"Well you do. He is certainly a handsome man," I said and Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Are you hitting on my father?" He said with a smirk.

"Maybe so, maybe no," I rhymed and Harry smirked again. Before I knew it, he was leaning over me tickling my sides and stomach.

"Wanna change that answer?" Harry asked as he tickled me and I tried to push him off. He was quite strong because he held firm.

"Ok ok. I give. I give," I cried out between giggles. Harry laughed and slid down onto the bed beside me. I rolled so my head was on his chest and smiled up at him.

"I'm sure they were two amazing people. I would've loved to have met them," I said softly and I felt Harry kiss my head.

"Lee, I've got something to tell you and it's not really easy for me," Harry said and I sat up and looked at him. He sat up as well and took a deep breath. "This is not easy for me. I've only been with one girl in the past and that was only because she practically forced it on me."

I stayed silent as Harry took a few deep breaths. I grabbed his hand in mine and grinned as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over my hand.

"Lee, I really like you but I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to anything to do with feelings. I asked you to the dance so I'd have a chance to go out with you but now I'm wondering, did you want to go out on a date say, tomorrow night?" Harry blurted out quickly. He was worried and one look in his eyes showed he was terrified of rejection. He turned his gaze to his bed and started playing with a loose thread on the quilt cover. I just smiled softly and forced him to look up at me.

"I'd love to," I said before I pressed my lips to his. He was still for a few moments before I felt him start to respond. He lay back down with me on top of him and I smiled into the kiss.

We pulled apart and he smiled at me. He kissed my forehead and I cuddled into his chest. I loved the complete feeling that came from being with my imprint. I knew the boys were gunna give me shit for this but I couldn't really care.

- Paul POV -

It was the night of the Christmas Dance and I was nervously sitting in Hermione's living room. I was never nervous around girls but quite frankly, no matter how good a friend he was to Chris, Sirius was fucking terrifying when he wanted to be. He was just sitting on the chair in front of me with a blank face.

"Paul, I trust you. Mione trusts you. Harry trusts you. Ever since you two became friends and then started dating, Mione has not had a nightmare and from what I've seen, she hasn't cried over her past. Quite frankly I know you are good for her but let me tell you, if you hurt her in any way, shape or form, know that I will kill you and no one will find your body," Sirius said and I, even though I was shitting myself internally, kept my face blank and nodded.

"I would never harm Mya so long as there is a breath in my body. I care about her far too much to ever let her be hurt," I said and Sirius nodded. He stuck his hand out and I shook it firmly before we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. We both stood and looked towards the staircase. The breath was ripped from my throat as Mya appeared at the foot of the stairs.

Her dress was royal blue with a collection of rhinestones settled just underneath her boobs. The dress was strapless and was shorter at the front (ending just above her knees) while the back of the dress came down to her shins. She had tall black stilettos on her feet that easily brought her up to my chin. Her hair was half up in a messy bun on the back of her head and the rest was flowing down her neck and back in curls. A few curls were framing her face and there were some flowers threaded into the bun.

"Wow," I said. It was the only thing that could come out of my mouth. She was fucking gorgeous.

"You like?" she asked hesitantly and I walked over to her. Her makeup was soft and natural and she had no lip-gloss on. I pressed my lips to hers gently and smiled.

"You look beyond description," I whispered and she smiled. We pulled apart and Sirius pulled her into a hug.

"You look amazing honey," Sirius said to her and kissed her head. "Now, you two have fun tonight."

"We will. Any curfew?" I asked Sirius who tilted his head in thought.

"Well, the dance ends at midnight right?" Sirius asked and both Mya and I nodded. "Say 2am. Also, if you plan on staying at Paul's, call me."

Hermione kissed her father one last time before we walked out to my car. I helped her in and jumped into my own side. I grabbed her small hand in my own and kissed the back of it gently before driving off.

"You look amazing," I said to her. She blushed brightly but kissed my cheek. We soon pulled into the school and I helped her out of the car. I pulled her into my side as guys in the car park ogled her and I resisted the urge to snarl at them. I kissed her head and we walked into the gym where the dance was taking place. It's was decorated with snowflakes and other Christmassy items. "Let's go find everyone."

We navigated our way through the people until we found Jared and Kim. They were sitting with Jake and Josie as well as Embry, Quill and Seth.

"Where are Harry and Leah?" Mya asked Seth once she had kissed all the guys on the cheek and hugged the two girls.

"On their way. Harry was talking to dad when I left so that should be interesting," Seth said with a grin and Hermione laughed lightly.

I held Mya tightly and kissed her head as we stood talking to our friends and I smirked when I saw Leah and Harry walk in. May hugged both of them and grinned at Leah.

"I told you that dress would look great on you," Leah said to Mya who blushed.

"Same to you. You look beautiful," Mya said and Leah smiled. I noticed Harry's tie was the same colour purple as the sash around Leah's waist. My tie was the same colour as Mya's dress but while I wore a black shirt with my suit, Harry was wearing a white shirt.

A song came on and Leah grabbed Mione and Kim. Mione in turn grabbed Josie's hand and the four girls ran onto the dance floor. They met up with a few of Mya's friends and Josie's friend's and they all started dancing.

"Paul," Harry said. I turned my head to my girl's brother and looked him in the eye. "Take care of her. Please."

"I will. I promise," I answered and Harry nodded.

"I just couldn't bare to see her hurt again. She's been broken and it wasn't pleasant. I don't ever want to see her like that again," Harry said and I agreed.

We watched the girls dance together for a few more songs before a slow song started. I started walking towards Mya when Ashleigh stepped in front of me.

"Hey Pauly. Wanna dance?" she asked. She shot me some bedroom eyes and when I looked her over, I was surprisingly disgusted. Her dress was bright red and ended at her thighs. She had bright red heels on and her hair reeked of hairspray. Her face was thickly coated in makeup and I winced. Before Mya, I would have had her half undressed and already screaming my name in the back of my car but now, Mya was all I thought about and her classic beauty was far better than Ashleigh's cheapness.

"No way. I'm going to dance with my girl," I said before I pushed past her and headed for Mya. I noticed she was being propositioned by Carl Smith.

"Come on Herms. Just dance with me. It will be oh so much fun," Carl said as he tried to wrap his arms around her. She kept stepping back until she was pressed up against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and glared at Carl.

"Leave, now," I hissed out. He nodded but shot Mya an eyebrow raise and a wink before walking off. I turned Mya so she was facing me and I smiled as she wrapped her hands around my neck. "Are you ok?"

"I'm much better now. Thanks for saving me," she said. I kissed her head and she rested it on my chest. We swayed slowly to the music and it was perfect. Hermione let out a deep sigh and I looked down at her.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Absolutely nothing. I'm peaceful and content," Mya whispered and I grinned. I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers and felt her smile into the kiss.

"I'm glad. That's my mission in life," I replied. She rested her head against my chest and I pressed a kiss to her head. I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her subtle scent. This night was perfect. I couldn't have asked for anything better.

But no matter how good I felt, I couldn't shake the feeling in my gut that something big was coming.

- Molly POV -

"Can you help us or not? If not, we will take our business elsewhere," I commented as I glared at the man across from Ginny, Ron and myself.

Matthias Clarke was a private investigator I was preparing to hire in order to find Harry and Hermione. He was reading the files and nodded.

"I'll find them for you Mrs. Weasley. You will have their whereabouts just after the New Year," he said. The kids and I nodded and stood to leave. We shook hands with Mr. Clarke and walked out of his office.

"I can't wait to have my Harrikins back," Ginny said once we had apparated home. Ron nodded in agreement.

"I've got a lot planned for Herms when she returns," Ron said with a grin.

"You will have plenty of time for those thoughts later. For now, help me," I ordered. We walked down to the unused drawing room in the Burrow and I smiled at the bubbling cauldron. The mother-of-pearl colour was just the right shade and the smoke was spiralling perfectly. "I need something from you two and did you grab the hairbrushes like I asked?"

Both my children produced two hairbrushes belonging to Harry and Hermione. I took a few strands of hair off the brushes and dropped them into their respective potions.

"Ginny, Ron add some of your hairs to your potions," I ordered as I stirred. Ginny add a few strands of hair to the cauldron containing Harry's hair and Ron did the same to the second cauldron.

"Excellent. Now, when we first get them back, they must be dosed heavily to ensure the attraction and devotion. After that, we will keep up the consistent doses," I instructed and both my children smiled.

My children would get what they wanted and no idiotic, prankster of n ex-con was going to stand in my way. I would have access to the incredible funds both Harry and Hermione had and no one would stop me. I was going to be the most important woman in the wizarding world - having The Boy-Who-Lived and Golden Granger as my son and daughter - in - law would definitely work in my favour.