A/N: FINALLY! My writer's block is gone! I'm terribly sorry for the HUMUNGOUS delay. Like I said before, I had a writer's block :/ But it's gone now! So I'm dedicating this chapter to my best friend, Ana; for helping me get out of my rut. Thanks! R&R!

The shop was going to be closed today. So I decided that we visit the Burrow, thinking that Fred and George should be around their family more often.

"What time did Molly say we should come by?" I asked.

"Around lunch time," Fred said.

"Thank Merlin," George sighed, "I miss Mum's cooking."

"You're telling me," Fred said.

"Awww," I teased, "Do Freddie and Georgie miss their mommy?"

"Shut up," Fred and George said, scowling at me.

I giggled and playfully rolled my eyes. Fred checked the clock and then stood up from the table.

"It's about time to leave," he said, "See you there!"

Then he apparated to the Burrow. George put his empty mug in the sink and then wrapped his arm around me.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," I smiled.

George linked his arm to mine. I sucked in my breath and then waited for the nauseating feeling of apparating. I closed my eyes tightly and then there was an uncomfortable tug at my stomach. It felt like I was going to be pulled away, making me wrap my arms around George. Suddenly it all stopped.

"Aaralyn," George chuckled, "You can let go now."

I opened my eyes and saw the Burrow in front of me. I let go of George and laughed in embarrassment.

"I knew that," I said.

George chuckled even more and then intertwined his fingers with mine. We started to walk towards the Burrow. As soon as we walked in, Molly smothered George with hugs and kisses.

"Oh Georgie, I've missed you," she squealed, "You and you're brother need to visit more often. And you haven't been keeping me updated enough."

"Mum," George groaned, "You're smothering me."

She released him from her grasp and then smiled sweetly. She hugged me hello and looked me over.

"Merlin's beard, you're so thin!" she gasped, "Well lucky for you I just set down the food. Fred and the others are already at the table so go help yourselves."

We thanked her and then walked towards the long table filled with Weasleys. The only one that stood out was Rosaline, since her hair was blue instead of red like the others. I sat down next to her and hugged her hello.

"I missed you," she said, "It sucks that you won't come back to Hogwarts next year."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I don't think I was meant for that place. And besides, I like my job."

"You also can't last two seconds without George by your side," Rosaline muttered.

"Shut up," I said.

"I wish you were still going to Hogwarts," Ginny said, "Who else is going to break Malfoy's nose when he picks on first years?"

"You and Rosaline can take over for me," I said.

"I'll pass on that," Rosaline said.

"I'm not," Ginny giggled.

"Just don't get into too much trouble," I said. I then lowered my voice, "So I heard Fleur is staying here."

Ginny and Rosaline groaned and sadly nodded.

"She's torture," Rosaline whispered.

"She annoys the hell out of everyone," Ginny added, "Except for Ron, who thinks she's an angel."

"That's not likely," Rosaline muttered.

"Luckily Hermione will be here in a few days," Ginny piped up.

"Yeah," Rosaline sighed, "Finally someone who won't criticize my hair and clothing."

I giggled and nodded.

"Well this has been great," George said, "But we need to get back to the shop."

"Oh, you're leaving so soon?" Molly asked.

"Business can't continue by itself," Fred said.

"I guess that means I'm leaving," I sighed.

I gave Rosaline and Ginny a hug goodbye and then walked out of the Burrow with Fred and George. Fred had already apparated back to the shop once we were outside. Fred then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and then we apparated home. As soon as we reached the flat, I let go of George and collapsed on the couch.

"I'm exhausted and also very full," I sighed, "I think your mother is trying to make me fat; which could never happen because I have high metabolism."

George chuckled and sat down next to me, hanging his long arm over my shoulders.

"She's been trying that with me for the past 17 years," he said.

"And yet you're still extremely thin," I added.

"It's from all the quidditch practice," he said.

"Impressive," I giggled.

"I know," he smirked, "You'd think I was born with these muscles but actually no."

I looked at his arms and then poked one of them.

"What muscles?" I asked.

I then started to laugh when I saw him frown at me.

"Sod off," he said.

"Make me," I smirked.

He kissed me on lips, passionately and lovingly. I couldn't help but kiss back. He slid his arms around my waist, making mine wrap around his neck. I felt his tongue swiftly brush against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly and George started to explore my mouth with his tongue. He brought himself closer to me. He started to push me lower to the couch, until we were both lying down.

"Whoa!" Fred shouted.

We both shot up and saw Fred looking over at us with his arms crossed.

"Seriously," he said, "If you're going to do that, please continue it in a room with a closed door."

God, Fred. Stop being a cockblock!

Rosaline's POV

It was a bright sunny day. Ron was outside, de-gnoming the garden. Ginny was in her room and Hermione was sitting in the living room, reading. Mr. Weasley was away at the Ministry. Mrs. Weasley was cooking, like she always does. Which left me by myself, with nothing to do.

I stepped outside to enjoy the summer air and heat of the sun, when I saw dark house far in the distance. I narrowed my eyes to get a better look, but still it was too far away to see it clearly. I walked over to Ron, who was occupied with a hideous gnome that wouldn't get off his arm. He finally flung it off him, and it flew over the bushes.

"Hey Ron," I said.

"Oh, hi," he sighed.

"What's that over there?" I asked as I pointed over at house miles away from the Burrow.

"Luna lives there," he said.

"Luna's your neighbor?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah," he said, "I didn't know until now, though."

"I think I know what I'm going to do today," I said.

"You're actually going to go over there?" Ron asked shocked.

"Why not?" I shrugged, "Luna's my friend."

"She's weird," he said.

"But that's what I like about her," I said, "Weird is basically saying she's different, which is the same as unique. So if you think about it, you're giving her a compliment."

"Whatever," Ron rolled his eyes.

"If anyone asks where I am," I said, "I'm at Luna's."

"Alright," Ron said.

I started walking towards the house. It looked so far away. It would be so much easier if I was a wizard; I could fly over on a broom. I sighed as I started to get from tired of walking. But finally I was close enough to get a clear view of the house. It was tall, circular and narrow; a lot like the Burrow. Except it was made with a dark wood, almost black. The gate that surrounded the property was broken down and covered with signs that were tacked on. A garden, filled with odd, unheard of plants, surrounded the house. Two crab apples trees sat on either side of the front door; which oddly grew berry-sized fruits and white-headed mistletoe. A small owl sat on one of the trees' branches.

I walked down the zigzagged path that led to the front door. Once I reached the door, I knocked on the thick, black wood. The iron nails that were studded in the door rattled loosely in the wood. The door squeaked open, and revealed Luna on the other side. Her silvery grey eyes lit up when she saw me and she gave me a tight hug.

"It's nice to see you, Rosaline," she smiled.

"It's nice to see you, too," I said.

"Come in," she said, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"That would be nice," I said.

We sat down in the kitchen together. It was a perfect, circular room with a stove, sink and cupboards that curved to fit against the walls. They were all painted in bright colors, with flowers, bugs and birds; possibly by Luna. We sat down in two random chairs that were against the wall. A kettle was sitting on the stove, a thin line of smoke floating from the top.

"I didn't know you lived by," Luna said.

"I moved in with the Weasleys before summer started," I said.

"Did something happen to your family?" she then asked.

"Uh.." I managed to say. I didn't exactly know how to answer that. "I never did...live with my family."

"Oh I'm sorry," Luna said in a melodic tone. She always seemed to be off in another world somewhere.

"I used to live with Aaralyn and her uncle," I explained.

"Oh that's nice," she smiled.

"But then her uncle died, and then she moved in with George and Fred," I carried on, "So the Weasleys offered to take me in."

"That's nice of them," Luna said as she looked out the window.

"Yeah, I guess," I said, wondering why she was looking out the window.

"It looks like it's going to rain," Luna sighed daydreamy-like.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the window; it was sunny out.

"Why would it rain?" I asked curiously.

"The Wrackspurts aren't buzzing in my ears," she said, "They like to be outside when it rains."

I nodded, pretending to understand what she was talking about. I obviously didn't understand anything. What was a Wrackspurt supposed to be anyway?

"It will probably be half an hour before it starts to rain," she sighed.

"Well I should get going if it's going to," I said, "I wouldn't want to get caught in the rain."

She smiled at me and hugged me goodbye.

"You should come by tomorrow," she said, "Daddy and I are going Gurdyroot-picking tomorrow."

"I'll see if I can stop by," I awkwardly smiled.

I stepped out the door and started to walk back down the zigzagged lane. It was about half way to the Burrow when I noticed it was starting to get dark. I look up and saw that the sky was covered with gray clouds. I smirked and laughed to myself; Luna was right after all. I luckily made it inside before the rain started to fall.

"Goodness," Mrs. Weasley said, "They said it wasn't going to rain today. The whole day was supposed to be sunny. But look at this; rain and gray clouds. You can't trust WizardWeather these days."

I laughed a little on the inside, but kept a straight face as I nodded in agreement with Mrs. Weasley.

"I'm a little tired," I said, "I'll be in my room."

"Alright," she said, "I'll keep a bowl of soup warmed up for you when you're hungry."

I walked up the swirling staircase, which made me even more tired. I finally made it to my room and collapsed onto the bed. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep almost instantly. Then it all went black.

I could feel a cool breeze blowing through my hair. I opened my eyes and saw that I was on a pier. It was dark out and the only lights on were from the far away buildings and the street light that stood next to me. The water was still and reflected all of the city lights beautifully. I smiled a little to myself, when I remembered this was my favorite pier in Hong Kong.

"You always loved it here," someone said.

I turned around and cursed under my breath when I saw Blaine standing behind me.

"What do you want now?" I asked bitterly.

He smirked at me and walked closer. Soon he was deadly close to me. He slid his right arm around my waist and placed his left hand gently on my cheek. He leaned in closer until his lips was centimeters from mine.

"You," he whispered against my lips.

His soft lips touched mine and instantly I felt sparks explode in me. He pulled me closer to him and turned the gentle, tender peck into a deep, passionate kiss that made me heart skip beats. Without even thinking, I kissed back. I rested my arms on his chest as he held on tight to me. He then pulled his lips away and looked into my grey eyes with his vibrant green ones.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he smiled.

I smiled back at him. All I could think about was kissing him again. It was almost as if he read my mind, because he pulled his lips back to mine immediately. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He pushed me against the ledge of the pier, still keeping his lips on mine. He pulled away again and looked me deeply in the eyes.

"I've waited a long time to do this," he said.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. He released his grip from me and stepped back a few steps. He smirked when he saw how confused I was. Then the smirk turned into a smile; but there was nothing happy about it.

Suddenly he shoved me off the pier. I felt myself falling, which made me scream bloody murder. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting anxiously for me to hit the water, but it never happened. I looked down and saw that it was just pitch blackness around me. I was falling into a dark, bottomless pit. Even though I'd never hit anything, I still screamed.

All of a sudden, my back slammed against something hard, causing pain to spread throughout my body. I looked up and saw a clear, morning sky above me. I slowly sat up and saw that I was in the middle of an empty road; in the middle of nowhere. It was dirt and desert on either side of the old road I was sitting in. I got up on my feet and looked at my surroundings; I couldn't find any proof of life from where I stood. Why the fuck did Blaine push me off that pier?

Honestly I wasn't surprised he did it. I shouldn't have fallen for his act so quickly. He'd never actually have feelings for; it was physically impossible. I hated him so much.

"If you hate me then why did you kiss back?" someone said.

There he was again. Blaine just stood there smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and turned the other way to started walking. But something held me back; Blaine was holding onto my wrist.

"You can't get away that easily," he said.

I turned back to him and glared intensely at him. He only smirked at me, like he always does.

"I hate you," I said, "I always will! I hope you die and rot alone in a ditch!"

Blaine pretended to be hurt and fake-winced and placed a hand over his heart.

"Ouch, that hurts, Rosie," he said.

"Don't call me that," I hissed.

He chuckled and shook his head at me. I balled my hands up into fists, ready to strike at Blaine. He just kept laughing at me. What the fuck was wrong with him? I could feel anger boiling inside me and started filling up every part of my body. I gritted my teeth angrily and breathed deeply, trying to blow away the rage I felt. But finally I couldn't contain it anymore.

In a flash my fist collided with his jaw. Blaine immediately stopped laughing and stumbled back from the punch. Blood was now coming out of the corner of his mouth, running down his chin in a single stream. He winched as he touched it, and glared at me evilly.

"You're going to pay for that, Moriali," he spat.

My eyes widened in fear when I listened to his now demonic voice. I had never heard talk like that before, and I had never heard use my last name before either. Suddenly he charged at me, which made me scream and run in the other direction. But I was too late, he had already got me. He grabbed onto my wrists uncomfortably tight and yanked me back. His eyes were now deathly black and he sneered at me.

"You scared now?" he asked.

I shot up from my bed, panting and sweating. The dream wasn't what woke me up though; the sound of an owl did. I walked out of my room and looked down at the bottom of the steps.

"Did I hear an owl?" I asked loudly.

"That's what I just asked," Hermione said.

I looked up and saw her hanging over the stairs, as well as Ron. Mrs. Weasley was below me and Ginny was standing at the bottom of the steps.

"You haven't seen him, have you?" Ginny asked.

"Who?" I asked.

"Harry," Ginny said, "Apparently he's been wandering about the house."

"Really?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Really," a different voice said, but I knew who it was.

"Harry!" Ginny smiled.

I rushed down the stairs and attacked Harry with a hug.

"Whoa," he said, "Hi. Could you get off before you choke me to death?"

"Sorry," I giggled, "I didn't know you were coming here."

"Well...surprise," he joked, lifted his hand in the air.

"Come on," Mrs. Weasley said, "We'll get you settled in. You'll be sharing a room with Ron."

Harry picked up his suitcase and went up the stairs towards the top, where Ron's room was.

"I'm going back to bed," I said, "Goodnight Harry."

"Night," he smiled at me.

I sighed as I closed the door behind me. I settled back into my bed and stared at the ceiling. I spent half the night staring at the dark ceiling above me. I honestly was scared to go back to sleep. But my eyes grew heavy with need to sleep; I only hoped that when I did go to sleep, I wouldn't return to Blaine.