A/n: Tada! I couldn't leave you hanging after Damon's big reveal.

Ida

'Girlfriend?' I cry, startled by what Posy has muttered so angrily. Damon wraps his fingers around my wrist, holding me fast.

'Darling,' He coos and I narrow my eyes at him. What game is he playing at here? 'I know that you hate to put labels on things, but I want people to know how l feel about you.'

He gives me a pleading look, with puppy-dog eyes and everything.

'I had no idea we were on that level yet.' I grind out, digging my nails into his arm as he tightens his grip on me.

Amity senses that this is a private conversation and she places her hand on Hans's shoulder, pulling him away. Posy complains, we were here first, but she follows after them. Niles is already half way down the aisle.

'Vicker–' I begin.

'Call me Damon.' He replies, a guilty look spreading across his face.

'Vicker.' I stress. 'What on earth is going on?'

He runs a hand through his hair. 'This really is a funny story, you know. We're going to laugh about this when we're older…'

'If you don't tell me this instant, you're not going to get any older.' I hiss savagely, twisting his arm until he gasps.

'Alright, I told them that you were my girlfriend.'

'Why?' I respond, hands flying wildly. 'I don't even know you!'

'That's why! I don't know you, and neither do my friends!' He grins, seeming quite pleased with himself. 'Listen. Posy and I dated last year. We broke it off, but she's turned into a right bitch recently because she still has feelings for me. I figured that if she saw me moving on, she might do the same. And that's where you came in. I heard that your quidditch team was holding an auction and I took a liking to your picture on those posters. You were the perfect fit. My friends had never even heard of you before! So I told them that we'd seen each other around and things just sort of fell into place. They bought it, so I bought you in order to keep up appearances.'

'And were you ever planning on telling me?'

'Well… things worked out in the end, didn't they?'

'That is the worst plan I've ever heard!' I explode. 'And I've featured in enough of the Weasley clan's pranks to know a rotten idea. Did you ever think that maybe Posy wouldn't take you moving on very well? She's a witch with a wand and large repertoire of hexes after all. Or did you ever fraction into your plan that perhaps I wouldn't go along with this? Because I'm not.'

'And why not?' He demands, the pleased looked he'd taken on slipping off his face. 'Please, Ida, it's just to get Posy off my back. Three months. Four at most. I'll pay you back in whatever way you want–'

'Whatever way I want?' I ask, my anger with him dissipating.

'Yes, yes,' He nods, taking my hand in his and looking incredibly grateful. 'Anything at all.'

He doesn't seem to realise that he's just sold his soul.

Amelie

I can see it now.

His jet black hair running through my fingers… as I tear it out by the roots.

'Flipin – crapin – he's the most insufferable – Merlin, he's the prattiest–' I storm about throwing books and pillows and anything else that I can get my hands on.

Dominique Weasley pulls me down on a bed and attacks me with a mascara brush.

'Why are you even bothering?' I screech, fed up with all of this beautifying. 'I'm spending the day with Potter.'

'And?' Dominique asks, gripping my face between two well-polished nails. She's as fed up with me as I am of this. 'You never know with my cousin. This could all be a ploy to get you alone somewhere to snog you.'

That stuns me into silence.

'Voila.' She finishes with a flourish.

'No.'

'No… what?'

'There's no way in hell the Potter is going to snog me. Ever.'

She rolls her eyes at me. 'What did he tell you at the auction?'

'To wear something warm and easy to move in.' I pull at the thick leggings I'm wearing. They're black and I can't help but worry over the fact that my thighs seem huge in them. 'Are you sure these will be warm enough?'

'Yeah, you'll be fine.' Dominique fishes around in my closet for a moment before procuring my old navy pea coat and throwing it at me, along with a cream coloured hat and pair of mitts. 'You might want to get going. It's nearly eight.'

Dammit. I was hoping to find a suitable excuse not to go by this point.

I pull on my boots and trudge – yes, trudge – down to the Great Hall, eyes finding Potter's fat head after just a moment's searching. I plow through the crowds towards him and plant myself on their bench, selecting a scone and buttering it before turning my eyes on the crowd of Wotters. There's a blond boy, Louis Weasley, a red head, Fred Weasley, a brunet, Hugo Weasley, and two black haired boys, the two Potters.

Albus nudges Potter when he realises that I've arrived.

'Alright, Perry,' Potter towers over me with his hands on his hips, trying to state some sort of dominance. 'This is how today is going to work. We're going to follow Rose and Malfoy around – and you're not going to get in the way alright?'

I roll my eyes at him.

'Alright gang, let's move out!' He takes the scone from my hand and throws it down on the table, then grabs my wrist and drags me down the hall. His male cousins follow after us.

'Circe, Potter, you're one of the most controlling people I've ever met. How you can maintain a relationship with any of your fan-girl girlfriends is beyond me.' I inform him, trying to roll my shoulder back into place as he wrenches me this way and that.

'Girls like it when you're controlling.' He tells me, smirking in a way he seems to think is alluring. 'They find it sexy.'

As we wait in line with the other students leaving the school, he winks at a girl in a younger year and she responds with a smile over her shoulder.

'Gag me, please.' I can't help but say, just loud enough for the girl to hear. She gives me a dirty look and turns back to her friend. I could care less, and go about mimicking vomiting. One of the cousins, Louis, laughs loudly.

'Shut it Perry.' Potter growls.

I scowl at him. 'What if I don't?'

'I bought you. If you don't do what I tell you to, I'm taking back my money.' He returns. 'So shut it.'

'If I remember correctly, all five of you contributed to the money pool. You all have a say in what I do.' I turn my gaze on the Weasley crew behind us. 'Do you boys think that I deserve to be silenced?'

They exchange glances.

'No.' Fred speaks up. 'In all honesty, I think that you're funny. You drive James insane.'

The others nod in agreement.

'So, I can keep my voice?'

They shrug.

'Bloody – you know what – traitors, that's what you lot are.' Potter grumbles, pulling me forwards and handing the caretaker his slip.

We pile into a carriage and ride in awkward silence to the village. Once we're there, Potter tells us to scout for Rose. The boys move like spies, creeping down the street, doing ninja rolls. I shove my hands in the pockets of my pea coat and follow after them. Fred finally spots them in the quidditch store.

'Quick,' Potter shouts, 'Into the alley – we can wait for them to come out without being seen!'

He grabs me by the wrist again and pulls me into the alley, shoving me in the snow bank and turning to peer around the corner. From my spot on the ground I kick his butt with my snowy boot, earning an eyebrow wiggle. It makes him look like he's got a caterpillar on his forehead.

'There they are!' He hisses after a moment, charging out into the street after them.

Rose and Scorpius stop in at nearly every store in the village – and Potter doesn't let us enter any of them.

'It'd be too suspicious, all of us wandering about the same shop as them. She'd know something was up.' He reasons.

Because of this reason we find ourselves freezing our arses off in the alleys in between the old buildings.

'This is it!' Potter cries as Scorpius leads Rose away from Hogsmead. 'He's taking her into the woods to snog her – or shag her!'

'Or to see the Shrieking Shack.' I tack on. He gives me a look that reads as if.

Potter insists on trekking through the deep snow and the bushes on a ridge above the trail that Rose and Scorpius are walking on. His cousins and I grumble as our hands and feet become cold and our noses run, but Potter will not budge after he's set his mind on something.

'They've stopped!' He whispers, throwing out his arms to stop us, peering around a thick tree down at the pair. 'Look! Wait, is she choking? Oh no! Malfoy is killing our cousin!'

He lurches forwards, intent on saving his cousin and I snatch the back of his jumper as he begins his descent. Our feet slip on ice at the top of the ridge and we tumble down the slope, head over heels. We crash into some bushes at the bottom, stopping our rolling. There's snow in my boots, down my pants and up my shirt; and a heavy body squishing the oxygen out of my lungs.

'Get off of me, Potter!' I wheeze. 'I can't breathe!'

'Zip it Perry!' He replies, slapping a hand over my mouth. He elbows me in the stomach and kneels on my thigh as he tries to move into a better position to see Rose and Scorpius. The bush we're laying in shakes with his every move, drawing their attention.

'It's probably just some couple snogging in the bushes.' Scorpius says and I gag at the thought of it.

'Move your fat arse.' I complain. Potter moves away, but a hex flies through the bush, hitting him in the side. He cries out and falls down again, elbows digging into my chest.

'Oomph.' I say as the air is squeezed out of me.

This is the position in which the Wotter crew finds us: me wheezing and groaning as Potter rolls around on top of me, clutching his side in pain.

'Once you're done feeling her up, James,' Fred asks. 'Can we go back to the village? I'm craving a butterbeer.'

Potter jumps up at this and glares his cousin down.

'Freddie!' He cries. 'That's revolting.'

The boy shrugs. 'So, butterbeer?'

'Alright.' Potter grumbles, nudging my side with his foot and barking: 'Get up.'

Albus gives me a hand as his brother storms off down the trail in the direction of the village. I fall into step beside the younger boy as we shuffle on.

'Is he always so bloody irritating?' I ask him.

'No – only when you're around. I don't know anyone who gets under his skin like you do.' Albus admits, watching his brother's back. 'It's quite funny, really.'

'Not for me – he's a right arse.' I tell him, huffing, watching my breath form in the chilly air. It's getting colder. 'So… you keep for Slytherin, right?' I say, my mind, as always, turning to my favourite sport. 'It's kind of hard to tell who that green speck is at the other end of the pitch when I'm defending my hoops.'

He looks at me warily. 'That's right. I hope that you're not snooping for details about our plays. I'm loyal to my team and won't be swayed by a pretty face.'

'Oh? I'm sure I could find one girl who could convince you otherwise.' I think of Coraline, or maybe Ida. 'No matter, I've got an in to your team already. But, the Gryffindors…' He snaps his head up from the ground. 'Maybe you know something about your brother...?'

We both look ahead to Potter who has snapped a branch off a tree and is angrily swiping at the ground. Hugo taps him on the shoulder and nearly gets swiped in the face.

'No.' Albus says resolutely, then he wavers. 'Well – he's changing his lines up. It used to be him as the leading chaser, Lysander following and Lorcan defending. Now Lorcan is following. And Hugo used to stay on the opposing side of the pitch to beat, but it's Fred now.' He bites his lip. 'I don't know why he did it – they seem sloppy during practice.'

I ponder the change as we trek back into the village. We stop at the Three Broomsticks and Albus holds the door for me. One of the Weasley boys goes up to the counter to order while the rest of us snag a table, which ends up being very crowded with the six of us. I'm almost sitting in Louis Weasley's lap.

When we finally get our butterbeers Potter snags one and begins to chug, but I'm too distracted to hex him and make him spit it all out. Rose and Scorpius are a few tables over, and, by the looks of it, are getting very cosy. I grin – I can't help feeling that I played a part in that. Albus looks from me to them and back again. He smirks.

'Miss Perry.' He says. 'I have a feeling that we can work something out that would… benefit us both. Perhaps you call off Rose and I'll do a little… digging.'

'Call off Rose?' I ask in a whisper, to avoid Louis hearing.

'Tell her to stop snooping.'

'And her relationship with Scorpius?

'By all means, let that continue – I think he deserves a girl like her.'

'Well then, Mr Potter, I think we're on the same page.' I grin, holding up my drink to him. He clanks his glass with mine, seeming very pleased with himself.

I think that I'm going to love this very much.

After all, I only agreed to call off Rose. I've still got five more girls up my sleeve.

A/n: Next we get the finale of Amelie's day with the Wotter boys!