Disclaimer: Maybe if I wished on a star, or a genie, or . . ., I don't know, a mermaid, I'll be able to own Harry Potter. Until then, sigh, not mine.

A/N: So was the last book smashing or what? I'm horribly sad that our beloved Harry Potter has come to an end. Sorry to all those people who loved spending the night in front of the bookstores. Anyway, sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been out of town and trying to pack for school but here's the update to everyone's favorite story. Thanks for reading.

I sat in my room at Grimmuald place working on one of our candies because I wasn't sure what else to do. I mean, my dad was in the hospital after getting nearly slaughtered by a snake, Harry had seen the snake attack in a dream, and then come to find that Harry actually had been the snake, which leads to the conclusion that Harry might be possessed by You-Know-Who or something. Yeah, not a good thing.

There were so many things running through my head at the moment that it gave me a headache. And so there was nothing else I could do but work on my products to keep me from thinking. Fred was off who knows where . . . probably eating seeing as how stuffing his face is how my brother gets through tough situations (it's a wonder he stays so skinny). Ron, Ginny, Hermione (who'd just gotten here), and Melody were off somewhere too, probably in Ron and Harry's room. While Harry . . . I think I saw him with Sirius' pet Hippogriff, avoiding the world for the past couple of days..

There was a knock on my door. I pointed my wand towards it and said, "Enter."

The door opened by itself, revealing Melody who rolled her eyes at me. " 'Enter'? What kind of greeting is that?"

I got to my feet, wiping my hands off on my jeans (classy, Weasley, very classy). I hadn't gotten a chance to spend time with Melody since the Astronomy tower (which had been phenomenal). When she stepped all the way into my room, I used my wand to close the door behind her. "Hi," I said, grinning.

"Hey," she said, stepping over tons of unfinished experiments and knickknacks to get to me. I liked the fact that she still blushed around me and that she didn't seem to be able to look me in the eye. I don't think I've ever met a girl so shy.

When she was close to me, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit down on the bed (don't get any sick ideas, you freaks). I was about to kiss her but she stopped me. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"If you kiss me now I might forget all that I was about to tell you," Melody said, grinning.

"I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you." Not that I wasn't pleased.

"Now, you do. Anyway, what on earth was I about to say. . . ? Oh right, so we've talked to Harry, or more like, your sister's talked to him and he's not possessed by Voldemort so we don't have anything to worry about, not really."

I winced. Since when did everyone start saying the name? Is it a new fad or something. "Nothing to worry about? Mel, you're friend still kind of has this whole 'Peek-a-boo' thing going on with You-Know-Who."

She noticed my emphasis but she simply shook her head. "It's some freaky kind of connection he's got going on. And when I think about it, I mean really think about it, I don't think Vol – oh, get over yourself – Voldemort knows about it. If I were Voldemort, I wouldn't my enemies to know when I attacked someone or had someone attacked. . . ."

Melody faded off, her eyes drifting up to the ceiling in deep thought. But she snapped out of it, grinning. "Sorry. Well, I'm done now."

"That's all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yep, that's all I wanted to tell you."

"Are you sure, because I wouldn't want to make you forget."

"Shut up. I was just trying to catch you up considering you're not exactly part of the 'loop'."

"There's a loop?"

"Oh, most definitely. But, I suppose since you and me are . . . well, you know, than I suppose that technically makes you part of the loop . . . unofficially of course."

"Of course. Well, it is an honor."

"Consider yourself lucky."

"Oh, I do." Grinning at her, I moved forward to kiss her. Damn, I'll never get enough of that. I slipped my arms around her waist, grabbing the back of her shirt. Her hands were on my shoulders, sliding down to my chest. I shivered. Wow.

My lips moved down her jaw line to her neck. I heard her gasp slightly as I nibbled at her neck. She laughed. "You're going to leave a mark."

"Don't care," I mumbled. Her skin was soft underneath my lips. I was really, really enjoying this.

Don't ask me how, but someone how we ended up lying back on my bed (Not my fault). And I had since gone back to kissing her, one of my hands holding me over her while my other hand stayed firmly on her waist, her legs tangled with mine . . . Oh boy, this was not good.

The door burst open and I hopped up, Melody sitting up also. "Fred!" I said, angrily.

"Oh, don't mind me," Fred said, grinning slyly as he walked over to his side table. "Keep going at it. Just passing through. It's not like this is my room too or anything."

Fred grabbed a book off the side table and, still grinning, he walked back towards the door. "Have fun you two . . . but, um, not too much fun. There's still other people living here, you know."

I glared after my twin as he left the room.

"Git," Melody said.

"Couldn't agree more," I said. I grinned at her awkwardly. "I'm really sorry about that. Fred's just . . . Fred, sometimes."

Melody laughed, saying, "It's okay. . . . We kind of were getting carried away."

"Kind of." Not that I had minded. But I wasn't about to mess up what I had with Melody because I wanted to get carried away. Ah well. "You should get back to your friends before they put out a search warrant for you."

"Right." Melody leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before she walked out, closing the door behind her.

I groaned, flopping back onto my bed, cursing Fred and cursing myself for not being able to have more self control.

Snape in a dress, Snape in a dress, Snape in a dress. . . .

A/N: Lol, I liked this chapter. Sorry to all for that horrifying visual of Snape (unless you like that kind of thing you sick freaks) but . . . you got to do what you got to do to, um, calm down. Review!!