A/N: Happy birthday to ME! Yeah, it's my birthday! Woo-hoo! I'm a year older! Or as my brother says: I'm a year closer to dying! But that makes things really depressing so I just hit him upside the head and tell him to shut up. Anyways, sorry for the delay but as you know I went to WARPED TOUR on Tuesday! That was AWESOME! And then the next day my dad took me to another concert! I saw the Oli Brown Band. They're this blues band and they're amazing! And the lead singer and guitarist, Oli Brown, looks like a younger version of Sirius Black. I'm serious he's British, has long curly hair and he's got sort of a swag (hahaha). He was also wearing all black when I met him which made me think "Sirius Black." And he signed my arm! So cool! So I'm officially a concert junkie, as my mom calls me. But I'm starting to ramble so I'll shut up and you can read.

Rosaline's POV

Today was the last day of school at Hogwarts. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley decided to bring me with them when they left to pick up Ron and Ginny. We drove in muggle cars that were rented from the Ministry. Once we reached King's Cross Station, we went straight to Platforms 9 and 10. It had been a while since I ran through the wall that led to Platform 9 3/4.

Mrs. Weasley and I went straight through the wall and was greeted by the crowded platform of 9 3/4. A scarlet train pulled into the station, smoke pouring out from the top, and soon students poured out from it. It wasn't long until we found two redheads jump out from the train.

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley called, "Ginny!"

They turned to the voice and waved. They ran over with their trunks in their hands. But once they reached us, their eyes went wide.

"Rosaline!" Ginny squealed and then hugged me tightly.

"Oh, okay," I said, startled, "Hi."

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked as he then hugged me.

"I'm staying with you guys," I said.

"For how long?" Ginny asked excitedly.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Maybe forever. Or until I get a place of my own."

"How come?" Ron asked.

"Well I used to live with Aaralyn and Sirius," I said, "But then Aaralyn moved in with George and Fred. And then...well you know."

Ron and Ginny sadly nodded their heads when they realized I was talking about Sirius.

"And since Grimmauld doesn't belong to me, your parents offered to give me a place to stay," I explained.

"This will be great!" Ginny smiled, "It will be like having a sister."

I laughed and nodded in agreement. Ron didn't look that excited, probably because there would be another girl in the house.

"Oh, don't be so down in the dumps," I told him.

Ron smirked and then his eyes lit up for some reason.

"Come on," he said, "We'll be right back, Mum."

Ron then pulled me away from the Weasleys. He dragged me somewhere in the station. Finally he stopped and then I noticed Hermione and Harry in front of us. Hermione gasped and Harry's eyes went wide when he saw me. Hermione immediately hugged me, accidentally obstructing my airline.

"Can't...breathe," I wheezed.

"Sorry," she giggled, "What are you doing here?"

"Came with the Weasleys to pick up Ginny and Ron," I said.

"Why would you do that?" Harry asked.

"Apparently she's living in my house now," Ron said.

"I was wondering where you were going to live since..." Hermione didn't finish her sentence and looked over at Harry, who was looking slightly sad at the moment.

I nodded silently. Suddenly I felt a pair of eyes burning on me. I turned my head slightly and then felt my stomach twist. Malfoy was staring at me. I quickly looked away and tried to pay attention to the conversation.

"You okay?" Hermione asked when she noticed my expression.

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm fine."

"Ron!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "Rosaline! We need to go!"

"Well, see you soon," I said.

Ron and I returned to the Weasleys and then left for the Burrow. Ginny and Ron seemed relieved to finally be home. Ginny immediately dragged me to her room. I helped her unpack and then she had me sit down across from her on her bed.

"So," she started, "Remember when Aaralyn said that Dean would ask me out?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Well he did!" Ginny squealed.

"Congrats," I smirked.

"Thanks," she smiled, "He's really sweet and it's great being with him!"

"That sounds great," I smiled.

"Well what about you?" she asked, "Anyone on your mind?"

"No," I shook my head, "And I'm planning on keeping it that way."

"Oh, why not?" she asked.

"Because I don't have time to think about guys," I sighed.

"There's always time for guys," Ginny said.

"Well for you there is," I said, "And besides, I don't think anyone is interested in me."

"Uh...yeah, I don't know about that.." she drifted off.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said quickly.

"Tell me," I ordered.

"Fine!" she immediately gave in, "It might sound weird...but I think Malfoy's got his eye on you."

"What?" I scoffed, "That sounds ridiculous."

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I noticed him looking at you a couple of times. Maybe he was glaring or maybe because he likes you. It's just a theory."

"Well think logically," I said, "Why would Draco Malfoy, a snooty, pureblood Slytherin be interested in me?"

"Beats me," Ginny sighed.

"Exactly," I said.

I then sighed and stared down at the ground. I then thought about the idea of Malfoy liking me. It was almost as ridiculous as Blaine liking me. But then that thought made me think about Blaine more. Then I zoned out from there.

"Are you okay?" Ginny asked.

"Huh?" I asked, snapping back to reality, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Wait a sec," she said, looking into my eyes, "There is someone, isn't there?"

"Uh..n-no," I stuttered.

"Yes!" Ginny squealed, "Merlin's beard! Who is it?"

"I don't like him," I quickly said.

"Who?" she asked.

"...You don't know him," I said.

"Oh, so it's not Malfoy," she nodded, "Thank goodness for that. Is he a Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw?"

"No," I said, "He doesn't go to Hogwarts."

"So he's a muggle?" she asked, "Then you're right, I don't know him. But anyways, who is he?"

"He's just this guy I met a while ago," I said, "And I don't like him."

"Yeah, whatever," she rolled her eyes, "What's his name?"

"Blaine," I said.

"Oooh," Ginny giggled, "He sounds mysterious."

"Trust me," I scoffed, "There's no mystery about Blaine. He's exactly who you'd think he is the first time you look at him."

"And that would be?" Ginny begged for me to continue.

"Arrogant, cocky, self-confident...basically a complete asshole," I listed.

"That sounds like a Slytherin to me," Ginny smirked.

"If he was a wizard, he would be in Slytherin," I chuckled.

"So what's so interesting about him that makes you like him?" she then asked.

"I don't like him," I repeated.

"Right, and I'm half unicorn," she said sarcastically.

"Alright," I sighed, "Maybe, just a small part of me likes him."

"So does he like you back?" she asked.

"Obviously not," I said, "He proved that a long time ago."

"What did he do?" she asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I said.

"Okay," she sighed.

"Girls!" Mr. Weasley called, "Come downstairs, please!"

Ginny and I nodded at each other and then went downstairs as Mr. Weasley ordered. At the bottom of the stairs I saw a pair of unfamiliar faces. A tall man stood next to Mr. Weasley. He was rather handsome. He had long red hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and a shark-tooth earing on one of his ears. A shorter girl was standing next to him. She was very beautiful and had long, silvery blonde hair. Ginny obviously knew them.

"Bill!" she squealed.

She then attacked the man with a hug. He chuckled and hugged her back. The redheaded man then walked up to me and shook my hand.

"Bill Weasley," he greeted me, "I'm Ginny and Ron's older brother."

"Oh, that makes sense," I nodded, "I'm Rosaline Moriali."

"Yes, Mum and Dad said they were taking in another kid," he chuckled.

"That would be me," I laughed.

"And Dad tells me your a muggle," he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's true," I nodded.

"But you also have some sort of special powers?" he asked.

"That's true as well," I added, "I erase memories mostly. It's nothing big."

"Interesting," he nodded.

Then the blonde walked up to me and smiled.

"I'm Fleur Decaour," she said in a french accent, "I'm Bill's fiance."

The name immediately struck a spark in my head. She was one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament during 4th year.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled.

"Waz your 'air always blue?" she suddenly asked.

"Since I was 10," I said.

"I see," she sighed.

Okay. Whatever that's supposed to mean.

"Well Bill," Mrs. Weasley, "You still haven't told us why you're here."

"Just thought Fleur and I would visit," he said, "And since Fleur and I are getting married, I'd thought it would be nice for her to stay here and get to know the family while I went back to work."

Ron's face lit up happily. He obviously was going to enjoy Fleur's stay. Mrs. Weasley nodded and then smiled, but it was obviously fake.

"Oh," she said, "I see. That would be...lovely."

Ginny and I glanced at each other and shrugged. I didn't why she wasn't taking it nicely.

"Well," Mr. Weasley said, "Why don't we all continue you this in the living room? Molly, how about you make everyone a cup of tea?"

She nodded and then rushed to the kitchen. We walked into the living room and took a seat.

"So Bill," Mr. Weasley said, "How's business in Egypt?"

"Quite well," Bill said, "It's still hot as ever, but business is through the roof."

"Bill works at the Gringotts bank in Egypt," Ginny explained to me.

"Interesting," I nodded.

Mrs. Weasley soon came back with a tray in her hands. Seven cups of tea sat on the tray. She set it down on the small table in the middle of the room. She then handed each of us a cup.

"How is wedding planning going, Fleur?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Quite well," Fleur sighed, "But it eez quite 'ard trying to find ze zings for ze perfect wedding. I want everything to be beautiful."

"I'm sure Molly would be happy to help," Mr. Weasley offered.

Fleur smiled giddily, happy with the offer. Mrs. Weasley on the other hand, didn't take the news well, since she choked on her tea when Mr. Weasley said that. I quietly chuckled with Ginny as we watched Mrs. Weasley smile falsely at Fleur and nodded.

"Of course," Mrs. Weasley lied through her teeth.

There was a long silence in the room, which made everything uncomfortable. I could actually feel the awkward.

"Well, I told Fred and George that I would visit their shop," Mrs. Weasley said, "So I'll...go."

She quickly jumped from her seat and ran out the door. I heard a muffled crack! from outside, meaning she already left. Ginny sighed, obviously meaning she wished she left with her. I didn't see what was wrong with Fleur...or maybe I wasn't there long enough to see it yet.

Aaralyn's POV

The liveliness is what I needed. The aura of happiness and enjoyment and joy filled me up as I worked. It made me forget about everything else. I was re-stocking the shelves when I heard the shop door opened. I looked down from the ladder and saw Molly entering the shop.

"Hey Molly!" I said.

She looked up and smiled at me. There was a loud crack! and then George and Fred appeared on either side of their mother. She shrieked and then swatted them both on the arm.

"How many times have I told you not to scare me like that?" she shrilly asked.

"Quite a few," Fred smirked.

I stepped down from the ladder and gave Molly a hug.

"It's good to see you, Molly," I said.

"It's good to see you, too," she said, "Well I came here to look at the shop, so who would like to give me a tour?"

"I'll do the honors," George offered.

George and Molly walked away to explore the shop. I walked into the back room to grab a few more boxes to refill the shelves. I went towards one of the shelves when Fred stepped in front of me. I tried to move to the side but he followed my movement.

"Fred, move," I ordered, "I need to get something from that shelf."
"What do you need?" he asked.

"I need to get more Extendable Ears," I said, "Now move."

"Sorry, can't," he said.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Uh..." Fred paused, "Because...I can't."

"Wait," I said, "Are you hiding something back there?"

"What?" Fred scoffed, "No."

Fred turned around and handed me a handful of Extendable Ears.

"Here," he said, "Now go."

I smirked and walked away.

"I'm going to find out sooner or later," I shouted back at him.

I heard him shout something back, but I was too far to hear what he said. I'm sure it was something along the lines of 'no you won't.' I was refilling the shelves when I heard a squeal of enjoyment. I looked over my shoulder and saw Molly hugging George very tightly. He looked a little taken back by the hug but was chuckling as if he expected it.

"Thanks Mum," he said.

"I'm so happy for you!" she giggled.

Man, what did he do to make her that happy?

I walked back down the ladder and went back to the counter. I had just finished with a customer when Molly and George came back towards the front the shop.

"I'm proud of you boys," she said, "The shop looks great."

"You're going already?" I asked.

"Unfortunately," she sighed, "Bill and Fleur are back home. And Fleur wants me to help with wedding plans."

"Oh," I grimaced, "I'm sorry."

"So am I," she rolled her eyes.

"Well have fun, Mum," Fred said sarcastically.

"I'll see you soon," she said.

She then gave us each a hug goodbye. Then she left and we went straight to work.

I locked up the front door and turned off the lights in the shop. Verity had already left and Fred and George were in the back room. I had noticed that they weren't keeping to themselves lately like they had usually been doing. I thought maybe the situation was finally over with and I had nothing to worry about; but I was wrong.

The door to the back room was slightly opened, so I could hear Fred and George's voices clearly.

"So what did she say?" Fred asked.

"She's not mad," George said, "She said she was happy for me."

"Really?" Fred asked shocked, "I expected her to be a little mad or worried, since you're only 18."

"I guess it's because of Bill and Fleur," George said, "You know how much she hates Fleur."

"I don't see what's wrong with her," Fred said.

"She's obnoxious, bratty, self-centered and incredibly shallow," George said, "You only like her because she's half-veela."

"Can you blame me for wanting a girl with looks?" Fred asked.

I silently chuckled and then started to go upstairs.

"What?" George almost shouted.

"Calm down," Fred said, "I said 'almost.'"

I stopped in my tracks and then turned back to Fred and George's conversation.

"'Almost found' is very close to 'found,'" George said.

"Don't flip out at me for something that almost happened," Fred said, "Just find another hiding spot. Somewhere where no one can find it."

They're hiding something? What would they hide? And why would they hide something? I better find out what soon because eavesdropping on their conversations is starting to become a bad habit.