A/N: Hello to anyone who is still reading this. I apologize for the long, long wait, but life got the better of me. Enjoy these next two chapters, while I try and get some more words flowing.

Chapter 23

Book 5

It was a strange feeling, being at the Burrow again. The first night back was quite a bit of getting used to for Amelia, since it was the first time of her staying over and actually getting a room to herself. It was quite the surprise hearing that Percy had left the house during the past year, as he had not mentioned it to anyone in his occasional letters to the school. He had apparently mentioned to his father that they could do with his room whatever they wanted, since he wasn't planning on coming back. Amelia had kind of suspected that Mrs. Weasley would have been hell bent on getting the twins their own bedrooms, seeing as they had been causing quite a lot of trouble during the past few years, such as the ton-tongue taffy, which had been quite a hit during the past school year, when they wanted to play a prank on someone. As Amelia looked around the room, she could not deny that it screamed 'Percy'. The bed was nothing special, though it had been made perfectly straight. Aside from the bed, the furniture existed of mostly a large desk and several bookcases, filled to the brim with book titles that actually baffled Amelia. To be honest, the room was probably more suited to Hermione, but Amelia would make sure that she would always keep the door open for the younger witch. That night she did not have the energy to unpack her bags anymore, instead falling down on the bed and falling asleep right on the spot.

X- Harry Potter –X

It was the soft creaking of her bedroom door that woke her, effectively startling her and making her blindly reach for her wand. She pointed it at the intruder without a moment of hesitation. When she heard the familiar shushing of her boyfriend, she slowly lowered her wand, frowning at him.

"Fred! What are you doing here?" She whispered just hard enough for him to hear. Despite her surprise to see him, she made a little more room on the bed, by pulling her knees up to her chest. With a big grin on his face, he sat down on the bed.

"Mum asked me to check up on you, since you missed dinner." She smiled at the warm feelings his words brought up, silently thanking Mrs. Weasley for taking care of her, even when she didn't really need it.

"I'm okay. Just really tired." He nodded in understanding, before leaning towards her and pressing a light kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry if I worried anyone."

"Hey, it's okay. Really. You just need to get a bit of rest." He started to stand up, only to be pulled back down by Amelia.

"Can you stay for a bit?" He nodded, before slipping under the covers with her, enjoying as she cuddled up to him. Before either of them knew what was happening, they fell into a deep sleep, neither of them having been able to get enough of just that over the past week.

That was how Mrs. Weasley found them before going to bed that night. After Fred did not return after checking up on Amelia, she knew she would be finding him in Percy's old bedroom. Despite what her children thought, she had not been clueless about the things that had been happening between Amelia and her son. Better yet, she had probably seen it before anyone else had. The bond between the two of them had been special from the beginning, always having been just that little bit closer than the one between her and George. Molly didn't really know when she'd noticed the change in feelings within her son, but she suspected it started somewhere around his third year. She had hoped that Amelia had recognized her own feelings sooner, saving her Fred some heartache, but maybe it had been a good thing that she had been through the relationship with Oliver. With those thoughts in her mind, and the knowledge that there had been spells put in place on all the children's rooms, preventing them from doing anything they shouldn't be doing, she softly closed the door, making sure she did not wake the two teens. She would let them have this, because, whether they liked it or not, their lives were on the verge of drastically changing.

X- Harry Potter –X

The days at the Burrow were quite different from what they had been the year prior. There were more restrictions and a bit more control, something that they all understood after what happened to Cedric. So Amelia spent most of her days sitting a little ways from the house, comfortably nestled in the grass. She was often spotted with a muggle book in her hands (courtesy of Hermione's extended trunk) or talking with one or both of the twins. She had been in quite a bad mood since the second day at the Burrow, seeing as Dumbledore had made an appearance and forbid them from writing to Harry. It was a lucky thing he had caught Amelia outside, because his words had been followed by a very, very angry outburst from the young witch. Not even Fred and George had been able to calm her down, much to the disappointment of both teens. The outburst had lasted for about an hour and a half, before she had finally calmed down enough to go back into the house, where she had proceeded to silently sulk in her assigned bedroom. It had been Hermione who had managed to talk some sense into Amelia, explaining that, whatever it was, Dumbledore must have had a good reason to tell them not to write to Harry. They had sat for a few hours, speculating about a few things, like the reason why they could not write to the, probably, lonely boy and what they thought could be Voldemort's strategy, now that he had been brought back. Amelia offered the thought that he would go on a killing spree as soon as he would get the chance, not trusting the fact that the snake (as they had started calling him after hearing Harry describe the features of the dark wizard) had been laying quite low. Hermione, however, offered the strategy that he was trying to weaken Harry by breaking the faith people had in him.

"You heard the reaction people had to Harry's words. They didn't believe him. Or didn't want to believe him. If he won't show himself for a while yet, people will think Harry is lying about him returning. It's already happening, you know." Amelia couldn't deny that last bit, after reading the daily prophet, which Hermione got in the mail every morning. People had indeed been questioning Harry. Amelia didn't like to think about it too much, because it made her blood boil.

Despite Amelia's foul mood, her and Fred had been spending quite some time alone as well. They would take strolls through the extensive garden or lay in the grass just talking. Whenever they were out of sight from the rest of the family they would exchange sweet kisses, that would turn into heated snog sessions every now and then. Amelia could feel them getting closer as the days went by, and she was having trouble comprehending the fact that her feelings could grow even stronger. Yet, there was no denying that they were. Despite the fact that the strength of her feelings, and the rate at which they grew, scared her, she was happy that she could spend all this time with her boyfriend. And to be honest, it was mostly courtesy of George and Angelina. Since their relationship had started forming (not that they had classified it as a relationship yet), George had been over at Angelina's place quite a lot. Amelia was extremely happy for the two of them, though she wished they would just get over that threshold and decide that they should be together. Amelia had been thinking about all of this, when Fred's voice pulled her from her thoughts. They were sitting underneath their favorite tree, somewhere towards the edge of the woods behind the Burrow. George had left for Angelina's again that morning, while Ginny and Ron had been forced to come to their great-aunt. Hermione was probably up in Ginny's room with her nose in a book. This meant that they had enough time to enjoy each other's presence. They had spent their afternoon swimming in the pond, Amelia of course wearing a one piece bathing suit because she was too scared to show her scars, taking a walk to the village and then just talking underneath that tree. At the moment Fred was talking about how he and George were trying to think of a way to get out of the house without their mother knowing, so they could go and look at some properties on Diagon Alley. Amelia smiled up at him, as she was laying with her head in his lap. She was proud of the twins for chasing their dreams, even though it was kind of a risk. She had been trying to think of ways to help them out even further, but so far she had not thought of anything useful. Well, besides getting a summer job, of course. She had been working in the local supermarket for a few days a week, trying to rake in as much money as she could. She had not told the twins what she was planning on doing with money yet, because she wanted to see how much she would earn in total. She was hoping to be able to help them with production costs, seeing as that would be another part of building the shop which would be quite costly. She shook herself from her thoughts once again, just in time to see the enthusiasm on his face. She felt the butterflies filling her stomach, as they did every time she looked at him. Suddenly overcome by the feeling that she needed to touch him, she sat upright, looking at him for a second, before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. He was shocked at her attack for a moment, but recovered quickly and responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. Soon their lips were melting together and tongues were dueling. They completely forgot where they were, as they were wrapped up in each other and their own world. What started as relatively innocent kissing turned into a heated embrace, complete with soft moans and groans. Amelia's mind had stopped working completely, letting herself be lead by only her instincts. She had noticed his hands moving from her lower back, where they had been resting, and slowly making their way under her shirt. His fingers felt like fire and she felt herself getting even more heated as he drew slow circles over her skin with his fingers. A slight shiver went down her spine as she felt the roughness of his skin.

She almost felt sorry when she felt one of his hands move back out from under her shirt, but that feeling disappeared as his hand moved into her hair, softly pulling her head back so he could kiss her neck. She let out a coarse moan, her mouth now freed from his and was shocked by the little playful bite she felt between her neck and shoulder. She freed her head from his hold on her hair and found his lips once again, her hands now finding the hem of his shirt as well. The movement of his hands stilled as he sucked in a breath. Amelia took advantage of the moment by pressing small kisses along his cheek and chin, before tracing a trail down his neck and back up. The breathless sounds that left his mouth made her proud of herself, for being able to get this kind of reaction from him. She cheekily bit his earlobe, expecting him not to like it, and was surprised to hear a soft groan coming from him as she did. Fred took use of her moment of surprise, by carefully pushing her back into the grass, following her to the ground as he did so. The pressure of his body on top of hers drove Amelia crazy, slowly but surely, and she felt like she was losing her mind because of all the new feelings that were taking over her. She had never felt anything like this before. The heat taking control over her body was combined with the love she felt for him and all of this intensified the butterflies she had been feeling more and more of over the summer. Being focused on everything that the situation did with her mind, she paid no attention to her own hands, which were now pulling on his shirt. She felt him lifting his upper body, giving her the chance to pull the shirt over his head. A chance she gladly took. His shirt ended up somewhere in the grass, a little over a meter away from them. They had broken their kiss for a few moments, giving Amelia the chance to fully appreciate the sight of him. She'd had the chance while lounging around the pond that afternoon, of course, but this was something completely different. It was quite a strange sensation to see your boyfriend without a shirt, when you know you're the one who removed it. The sexual tension was about as thick as a brick wall as the two of them looked each other, before they once again attacked each other's lips, not thinking about where the situation would probably lead. The fact that they were so far invested into each other, was also the reason they did not notice the lone figure running into their direction, waving a piece of paper around.

The figure stopped a few meters short of the oblivious couple, suddenly realizing what was going on, and froze right on the spot, unsure of what to do. It was at that moment when Amelia opened her eyes, gasping at the sight of the figure. She quickly pushed Fred back a little, wordlessly trying to get his attention, before speaking.

"Hermione! What is going on?" Despite the fact that they had been quite busy, Amelia had immediately noticed the piece of paper in Hermione's hands, which seemed to be a letter.

"Oh, I uh—I got a letter from your dad." Amelia jumped up immediately, quickly followed by Fred, who did not seem to mind the fact that he was not wearing a shirt. Hermione handed Amelia the note, her cheeks having turned quite red out of embarrassment. Amelia quickly scanned the letter, before a big smile spread over her face. Fred raised his eyebrows at her, before he was handed the letter. As he read it as well, he could not help but reach for his girlfriend's hand, softly squeezing it.

"I guess we'd better start packing then."

When everyone gathered around the dinner table that night, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talked to them about the situation at hand, explaining the fact that they had been aware of the situation since before the summer started and had wanted them to at least get to experience a little bit of normalcy, before being forced to leave the Burrow for quite some time. Amelia smiled at Mrs. Weasley, as the older woman put her hand on that of the teen.

"I know it is exciting for you, my dear. But you must remember that, despite the fact that you'll see your dad every day for the rest of the summer, he might need a bit of time. He has not been able to see himself in the role of father for years, positive that you might never want to see him. It might be hard for him to come to terms with the idea that his daughter is actually living with him." Amelia nodded, sure that everything would be alright. It had to be… She was going to live with her dad!

A/N: Well, well, this is going to be an interesting summer. Not only is Amelia going to be spending some more time with her father, things between her and fred seem to be heating up as well. Let's see where things will take us..