Chapter 14

The rest of the week passed slowly for Amelia. She was bored at home and Oliver was too busy to come and visit. She also hadn't heard from her friends all summer. Then, Oliver moved to Puddlemere and had even less time to come and visit; it was something that she expected, but she was still unhappy about it, and it made her nervous about the coming term at school.

As her birthday approached, she got more annoyed that no one seemed to care until the day before. Oliver apparated into her bedroom late that night, drenched from the rain and looking appropriately abashed. "I'm sorry I've been a shit boyfriend," he said.

"You've been busy," Amelia replied. "I know you would have been more attentive if you could have been. Besides, none of that matters because you're here now."

"You really are the best girlfriend," Oliver said, dripping water all over her floor.

She took a shy step towards him and whispered, "We should get you out of those wet robes." She took his cloak and removed it, tossing it onto the floor. Then, she kissed his jaw, tentatively.

When she paused, he whispered, "Don't stop." He raised his arms and let her remove his shirt, backing up to make it easier for her to get it over his head. He moved back in, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her fully. He tugged on her shirt and she stepped back to lift it over her head.

"What time is it?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Why?"

"My birthday," she answered, in between kisses on Oliver's jaw.

"It's 12:10," he replied. She smirked, grabbed her wand and waved it, locking her door and casting a silencing charm around the room. He chuckled, but quickly pulled her back in for another searing kiss.

He moved and kissed her jaw and earlobe, muttering, "Happy Birthday." She giggled but managed to squeak out a "thank you" before she succumbed to an entire fit of laughter. They tumbled backwards onto her bed.

Oliver was smirking at Amelia as he hovered over her. He played with her breasts and kissed and nipped at her until he reached her pajama bottoms. She raised her hips so he could pull them off and they soon joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. She grabbed at his trousers to unbutton them and remove them as quickly as possible. "Should we be doing this?" he asked, suddenly.

"I swear to Merlin, Oliver, if you quit now, you'll never get any again," she panted. "Yes, we should be doing this."

"Fair enough," he replied and resumed shedding their clothing. He grabbed his wand and cast a contraceptive charm. Then, he entered her and she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. When they finished, they lay panting, and slightly sweaty in her bed.

"Thanks for coming over," she whispered, nuzzling his chest. He stroked her back gently and played with her hair as they drifted off to sleep.

Amelia woke a few hours later when she felt Oliver shifting and getting out of bed. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I thought we should not be caught in bed together," he replied. He kissed her forehead and continued, "I'm going home for a bit, but I'll be back later to wish you a happy birthday. I'll even bring your present."

"I thought you gave me a present a few hours ago," she teased.

"Yes, but this present is something I can give you in front of your parents," he said, seriously. He kissed her one more time and apparated away. Amelia went back to sleep for several more hours and woke to her mother's incessant knocking.

"What?" she shouted.

"You have a visitor, Amelia," her mother scolded. Then, Amelia remembered Oliver's promise to come back with her present and quickly threw on some clothes before opening her door and running downstairs. She was mildly disappointed when she found Kate and Charity there.

"I think she was expecting or hoping for someone else," Charity teased.

"It would appear so, Charity," Kate joked.

"Perhaps, she was hoping but she'll have to suffer with us," Charity added.

"Shut it, you lot," Amelia protested. "Now, where are my presents?" The girls giggled but handed over presents to Amelia. They ate breakfast with her and giggled incessantly, much to the annoyance of Amelia's older brother, James, who was still home.

"Good, God, Amelia," he whined. "Can you lot ease up?"

"Bugger off, Jamie," Amelia retorted. "We haven't seen each other since June." Jamie rolled his eyes but left Amelia and her friends.

"Ames, it is time for you to get showered and dressed," Kate announced once breakfast was over. "We've got a better surprise for you." Amelia followed Kate's instructions and went into the shower. When she returned to her room to get dressed, she noticed that Kate and Charity had laid out a skirt and shirt for her to wear. She donned the clothes and met them in the sitting room.

"We've cleared it with your parents," Charity said. "We're kidnapping you for the day. And we can keep you until the evening." Amelia looked to her mother; Camilla nodded in agreement and she smirked and left with her friends.

"Where are we going?" Amelia asked when they were alone in the garden. "And how are we getting there?"

"We've taken the liberty of setting up your apparition test for today," Kate explained. "So, first to the Ministry of Magic by side-along apparition, and then somewhere else." Amelia grabbed Kate's hand and let her apparate them to the Ministry of Magic. She checked in with the Welcome Wizard and went to the testing site. Twenty minutes later, she had completed, and passed, her test. She apparated back to Kate and Charity just because she could.

After the apparition test, Kate and Charity took Amelia to Diagon Alley where her next surprise was waiting. "Amelia Clark!" George shouted over the tourists. "Get your fine arse over here and let me squeeze it."

"I doubt Oliver would thank you for that, Georgie," she teased, but she leapt at him and gave him a hug. He picked her up and swung her around, and when he set her down, Fred repeated his actions.

"Thanks lads," Amelia said. "How did you get here, though?"

"We were picked up by some lovely birds and brought here by side along apparition," Fred explained. "We can't stay too long, though. Mum will do her nut if we don't return with Bill and Charlie in an hour."

"No worries, boys," Amelia promised. "I'm just glad you could join us for part of the day."

"I think you'll find the best is yet to come," George said, with a wink. "But, first, let's get you some ice cream. Can't have you eating health food on your birthday."

"Cheers," she replied. They took her to Flourean Fortescue's ice cream parlor and insisted on treating her to a rather large concoction with 3 flavors of ice cream and several toppings. She was almost disappointed in the company of the twins and her best friends; Amelia had been hoping that Oliver would pop up in Diagon Alley, but she was beginning to give up her hope.

"Boy, you'd think she'd be happier to see us," George teased, noticing the crestfallen look on Amelia's face.

"And we even bought her an ice cream for her birthday," Fred added. "What's got you down, love?"

"Nothing," she lied.

"I think I know, Freddie," George started.

"Go on, then Georgie. Explain it," Fred replied.

"She was hoping to have ice cream with a burly Scotsman who used to be our Quidditch captain," George continued. He gave an almost imperceptible nod over Amelia's shoulder.

"Don't eat too much, darling," Oliver said, scaring Amelia. "I don't want you to get fat."

"You. Bloody. Arse," Amelia growled. Then, she lobbed a spoonful of ice cream at him. She tried to pretend to be mad at him, but the puppy dog look on his ice cream soaked face made her laugh. "Here," she ordered. "Let me." She aimed her wand at his face and said, "Scourgify," cleaning the mess from his face.

"Thank you," he said. "Now is that all I get?" She smirked, but leapt at him and kissed him fiercely.

"Please," George teased. "There are children here."

"Shut it, Weasley," Oliver ordered. "I don't get to kiss her often enough." Amelia snuggled into his arms and whispered, so only Oliver could hear, "You did more than kiss me last night." He smirked and kissed her again.

"So, what else have we got planned for today?" Amelia asked.

"Our job was to make sure you made it to your apparition test and get you here," Kate answered, nodding at Oliver. "We've done our jobs and we've given you your presents, so we're going to sneak off and see you in a couple of weeks."

Amelia hugged all of her friends, thanking them for the day, and turned to Oliver. "This was your doing?"

"Guilty," he replied. "I wanted to get you something unforgettable for your birthday. But there's more. I don't have training today, so I'm all yours. I thought we could hang around London for the day and I'll have you home by 6."

"Does Mum know that you planned this?" she asked.

"Not entirely. We decided that I'll drop by your house for tea tonight," he replied. "I will have dinner and cake with your family. And then on Sunday we leave for the World Cup."

"You are going to get so shagged later," Amelia promised. "This is a very good gift."

"Love, this isn't your gift," Oliver corrected. "This is a way for me to get you alone for several hours. Come with me if you want your gift." Oliver put his hand out for Amelia and she took it, following him down Diagon Alley.

After window shopping around the alley for nearly an hour, Oliver led her back into muggle London. "I had to ask around for what to get you," he said. "It was a hard choice to make, but Angelina and Alicia were very helpful."

"So, what did you get me?" she asked. Oliver produced a small box out of his pocket. Amelia opened the box to find a lovely locket. Oliver suggested that she open the locket and she found a picture of them taken just after Valentine's Day. "This is not long after we got back together," she mused.

"Do you like it?" Oliver asked, nervously.

"No," she said; his face fell. "I love it, almost as much as the bloke that gave it to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "In case I've forgotten to tell you recently, I really love you."

"I really love you, too, sweets," he replied, and kissed her back. Then, he grabbed her and apparated them to Puddlemere. Before she could ask why they were there, Oliver said, "I wanted to show you around and ease your pretty mind for while you're back at school."

"I see," she said, smirking. "So, show me around."

Oliver smiled and nodded. Then, he took her hand and walked her around the town where he was living. He showed her the stadium and around where his flat was. As he was showing her around, she noticed that almost everyone living nearby was in some way employed by the team. The neighbors in his apartment building were all players and the town seemed dedicated to Quidditch. Knowing this made Amelia feel much safer; she knew Oliver would never cheat on her with a team mate or a team mate's girlfriend. "Is this the other part of my birthday present?" she asked.

"Did it ease your pretty mind?" She nodded. "Then, yes, it is the other part of your birthday present."

By 5:30, Amelia was getting nervous about making it home on time, so Oliver apparated with her to Leeds. She arrived at home just in time for her mother. She pretended to be terribly upset that she had not seen Oliver when her mother knocked on her door, she even pretended to cry. "What's wrong dear?" Camilla asked.

"I thought Oliver would come out and meet us today," Amelia answered.

"When did he give you your present?" Camilla asked, smirking a little too much.

"He sent it along with Kate and Charity," Amelia replied. "They apparently went to see him this morning before coming here."

"Well, the day isn't over yet, dear. Perhaps he'll turn up before the end of it," Camilla suggested. Amelia nodded and followed her mother to the dining room for tea. All of her brothers were there, including Brandon and his new wife, but Amelia counted the seats.

"Mum, there are too many places set," Amelia protested.

"No, there are exactly enough," Camilla stated. Amelia pretended to look confused, but the door bell rang and she knew who was there. That did not prevent her from squealing when Oliver followed her brother Mike into the dining room. She leapt at him and kissed him chastely.

After dinner, Amelia and Oliver took a walk together. "So, on Saturday, I'll be back to pick you up for the World Cup," Oliver said. "I'll be here at noon, if that's alright."

"That will be fine," Amelia promised. "Where will we be on Saturday night?"

"We'll be with my parents in Kilbride," Oliver replied. "Then, on Sunday morning, fairly early, we'll apparate to the Cup grounds." Oliver then kissed her sweetly and wished her goodnight. He apparated home to Kilbride and she walked back into her house.

Two days later, Oliver arrived to pick up Amelia and bring her to his parents' house for the World Cup. When they arrived back at his parents' house, Jane and Edward greeted Amelia kindly. "It's lovely to see you again, dear," Jane said, hugging Amelia.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wood," Amelia replied. "It's lovely to see you again, too. And thank you, again, for inviting me."

"It's our pleasure, Amelia," Edward promised. "And Happy Birthday. I hope you got what you wanted."

"And then some, Mr. Wood," Amelia answered. "It was a lovely day." Oliver had taken Amelia's bag to the guest room while she chatted with his parents. When he returned, they ate lunch in the garden and then Oliver and Amelia went for a fly. By the time the evening rolled around, Amelia was exhausted.

"I'm across the hall if you need anything," Oliver said when he deposited Amelia at the guest room for bed. "Sleep well, love."

"Sweet dreams, babe," Amelia replied. She kissed Oliver chastely and went to bed.

The next morning, Amelia woke to Oliver's knocking on her door. "If you want to go, we'd best get up," he said. "Breakfast will be waiting when you're ready to eat."

"Thanks," Amelia said, yawning loudly. "I'll be just a few minutes." She got dressed and joined the Wood family for breakfast. "How are we getting to the cup?"

"We're apparating since we're all of age," Edward answered. "But, we need to be there by 8 or they'll give our site away." Amelia nodded and by the time they needed to apparate was ready to go. She and Oliver agreed to apparate together and arrived less than a second behind his parents. They checked in and went to their campsite as quickly as possible.

When they arrived at the site, Oliver and his dad put up the tents, one for Mr. and Mrs. Wood and one for Oliver and Amelia. Amelia and Jane got a fire started and went to get water. When they came back, Oliver and Edward had the tents ready.

Amelia didn't know what to expect when she entered the tent, but it wasn't a 1 bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and bathroom. "Magic," Oliver explained, bringing her bags in for her.

"I love magic," she marveled.

"So, the game isn't until Wednesday, but we get to hang out here for a few days," Oliver said. "We should take a walk." Amelia nodded and they left the site to go exploring the area. They ran into a few people they knew from Hogwarts, including Oliver's friend, Connor. On Wednesday, not long before the game was to begin, Oliver ran into Harry Potter and some of the Weasleys. "You've got to come and meet my parents, Harry," Oliver begged.

Harry reluctantly agreed and followed Oliver and Amelia back to their campsite to meet his parents. After a cup of tea, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left to get back to their campsite and Oliver, Amelia, and his parents headed into the stadium for the game. Amelia was terrified, but impressed at the level of skill and at Oliver's enthusiasm. She was stunned when the Bulgarian seeker caught the snitch even though it meant that they would lose.

"Why would he do that?" Amelia asked.

"He wanted to end the game on his terms and save his team as much as possible," Oliver answered. "It was a way to sort of save face. Krum knew they couldn't win at that point, so he ended the game."

"I see," Amelia replied. She yawned loudly, and Oliver insisted on carrying her back to their tent. When they returned, they bade his parents good night and went to bed.

Loud noises woke them not long after they went to sleep, curled around each other. There was shouting and banging. Oliver's father came running into the tent to wake them and insisted they get dressed and follow him. Oliver and Amelia immediately complied with his directions. "It's Death Eaters. They're going after muggles," Edward explained. "Get her home, Oliver."

Oliver nodded, and before Amelia had time to respond, he apparated them to his parents' house. "What did your dad mean?" Amelia asked when they landed.

"There are some wizards who believe that muggles and muggle born wizards are second class," Oliver explained. "They were You-Know-Who's followers. Tonight, they got excited and started going after muggles and muggle-borns. I brought you here so they wouldn't find you."

"They're after people like me?" she asked, in a small voice.

"Yes."

"What about your parents?" Amelia asked, starting to panic. "We should go back and help them."

"I was told to bring you here," Oliver replied, pulling her into his arms. "My parents are pure bloods. They'll be fine and they'll be back soon." Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Amelia and Oliver heard the familiar pop that signaled someone had apparated to the garden. Oliver sat Amelia at the kitchen table. He pulled his wand and trained it on the door, in case it was someone else, but lowered it when he heard his father's voice.

"We're home, son," Edward called as he and Jane appeared in the kitchen.

"You should go and get some sleep," Jane suggested, noticing Amelia's ashen face.

Oliver knelt in front of Amelia. "Are you alright?"

"Peachy," she answered, shaking, and completely in shock. Bile rose in her throat and she pushed past Oliver to go to the toilet and vomit. Oliver followed and pulled her hair back from her face. His mother had also followed and handed Oliver a cool compress. Amelia felt the cool cloth on the back of her neck and shivered.

When she finished, she slumped against the floor. Oliver sat with her and let her lean on him. "Let's get some sleep," he suggested. She nodded, weakly, and they stood. Oliver scooped her into his arms and carried her to his room. He laid her on his bed and curled up next to her.

Amelia woke a few hours later, still wrapped in Oliver's arms. She started to move and he woke with a start. "Sorry, but I have to wee," she whined. He opened his arms and let her up. She returned moments later and crawled right back into Oliver's waiting arms.