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It was now time to board the train back home. The couple sat in their usual compartment stealing a kiss every now and then. They arrived at King's Cross. Tim saw an all too familiar person with his parents. It was his maternal grandfather Aeron Pritchard, the one who had bought him the watch in his first year which he hasn't worn for years. He quickly said goodbye to Amber who was confused.
"Hello, Gramps," he greeted him.
"Hello Timothy," he greeted stiffly.
He couldn't see where his mum got her warm and friendly personality when his grandfather was like this. Possibly from his maternal grandmother who died about a decade before he was born.
It was a week later, Amber couldn't help but wonder why her boyfriend was acting that way. Usually it took them ages to say goodbye with a few short passionate kisses. While this time he just gave her a quick kiss. Did she do something wrong? Was he having second thoughts about their relationship? She knew she would be devastated if he was. She was getting advice from Melissa.
"You know that boy is head over heels for you, right?"
"I know, but you weren't there when we said goodbye."
Melissa smiled at her and said. "I suppose I wasn't but you two have been really serious lately."
"Yeah, we have. We've talking about making love for the first time. Maybe that will change though."
It was two weeks later, Tim was having Amber withdrawals and not to mention snogging withdrawals. He flooed to her house.
"Hey Tim," Elliot greeted his daughter's long-term boyfriend.
He smiled and said. "Hey Mr. Tonks, is Amber home?"
"Yes, she is."
Tim nodded and walked towards Amber's room but instead he heard Amber talking to her sister. He doubted the nine month old understood her sister's relationship drama but none the less it was cute.
"Tim?" she asked.
The brunette looked up at his beloved girlfriend and grinned.
"How much did you hear?"
He walked over to her and said. "Most of it."
Amber nodded.
"I've been having Amber withdrawals, lately," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She leaned her head on his chest and said. "Tim withdrawals were strong."
"Not to mention, I've been wanting to snog you desperately."
Amber smirked and said. "If you can catch me, you can snog me to your heart's content."
Tim nodded as she ran off towards her room. Merlin, what'd he do for a kiss from his precious Ambie. He chased after her and he caught her in front of her bed.
"Come and get me, big boy," she cooed, seductively.
He pounced on her like a lion. She fell on to her bed with him on top of her.
"Someone's eager," she giggled, stroking his perpetually unshaven cheek.
Tim glanced down at his girlfriend's short clad legs. Merlin, this was driving him crazy. The couple just lost in each other as they began snogging passionately.
"That was fun," Amber grinned resting her head back on Tim's chest.
Tim nodded and began twirling her hair around his finger.
"Can you believe we start our seventh year so soon?" Amber asked.
Tim shook his head and said. "No, we've been best friends since we were eleven and now we've been dating for a year and a half."
Amber nodded.
"It's about time, I tell you why I've been distant with you."
Amber nodded again.
"My grandfather is visiting for the summer."
Amber said. "Okay."
"I can't promise that it won't be awkward when you come over to meet him."
Amber nodded and said. "We can have a safe word."
"Like what?"
Amber thought for a moment and whispered it in his ear.
It was a few nights later, Amber was finishing getting ready for her dinner with Tim, his parents and his grandfather.
"You look nice," Elliot complimented.
"Thanks dad."
"Aren't you just going over to his house for dinner like you've done multiple times, why are you so dressed up?"
"He wants me to meet his grandfather who is a prestigious Welsh pureblood," Amber said.
Elliot nodded. Amber finished getting dressed and left.
"Love, you look beautiful," Tim complimented, kissing her cheek.
Amber grinned at him as he took her hand and led her to the kitchen.
"Gramps, this is my girlfriend Amber Tonks," Tim grinned.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Pritchard," she said.
He nodded distantly. The group started eating. About twenty minutes into the meal, Amber began feeling awkward around Tim's grandfather. Tim kept looking over at her.
"That was a great dinner, Mrs. Sel- er- I mean Rebecca."
"Thank you."
She stayed another hour and left.
"How serious are you with that girl?" his grandfather asked.
"We've been dating a year and a half, and she has a name," Tim snapped.
His grandfather frowned and said. "I don't think she's good enough for you since she's a muggleborn."
"She's the best one for me. I love her so much."
"No, you don't. Just wait until you reunite with your childhood friend Ruth Bevens. You're arranged to marry her not this muggleborn."
"What! I'm arranged to marry someone I barely remember when I'm pathetically in love with my girlfriend. That's bloody unfair!"
"Don't use that language with me young man!"
Tim glared at his grandfather and then his mum asking for help.
"I'm sorry."
"You bloody knew about this, mum!" he exclaimed.
His mum nodded silently. This explained everything why she didn't necessarily approve of his relationship with Amber. He stomped up to his room and threw himself on his bed. He glanced at one of the pictures of him and Amber. It was from her dad's wedding. Merlin, she looked gorgeous that night.