"You're my best friend! Of course I care if you get hurt." He ruffled his hair and I closed my eyes momentarily. "I need to know that you don't end up getting your heartbroken again. And I need to make sure that I don't end up being the one that breaks it."

"What's the matter Ced?" "What makes you think that there's something wrong?" He asked, looking down at the hand I was holding with a weak smile. "I know you well enough to know that something is wrong." "Alright." He let out a breath as he ran his free hand through his hair. "What happens if I can't walk again?"

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"Come on lass," He said with an impatient sigh as I stopped dragging my feet. "Merlin if I had known that you were this slow then I'd have never asked you to be my girlfriend," "Oh please," I said, taking my hand out of his to look up at him properly. "If I had known that you were so impatient then I'd have let Roger be my boyfriend a long time ago."

"Drop the act!" He straightened up, stalking towards me and closing the distance between us. I took several steps back. "I want to marry you," he said bluntly. "But not this version of you. I want to marry the real you. The one that's still hidden under all of this pretence." "There is nothing hidden." "That's a lie."

He remained impassive, watching me calmly and I scoffed. "Unbelievable – if anyone else had sad that to you they would have had a one way ticket to the hospital wing or worse. Why not me?" "I care about you." "Don't say that," I snapped, gathering everything closer towards me. "Just tell me what I can do-" "Nothing. You can do nothing."

"Well you see," Lupin began slowly, considering his words as he spoke, "When James got hit by the bludger and fell, he developed a form of amnesia-" "He thinks that you're his girlfriend." Black cut in. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Excuse me?" "Be quiet," Black hissed, making me realise just how loudly I had been talking. "He might hear you." "I don't care if he hears me!

Groaning, I closed my eyes before opening them moments later. I looked at him pleadingly. "What are we supposed to do now Sirius?" He reached across the table to take one of my hands in his. "We have to play by their rules." "And that means getting married."

A hand caught my forearm and I glanced up at Remus. He lowered his hand back to his side. "Do you want me to walk you back to your common room?" "No, that's alright Remus." "It's really no problem-" "Come on Moony," Black cut in, looping his arms through Remus'. Potter grinned in amusement. "You heard the beast. She'll be fine."

"The love of your life has returned," he announced arrogantly as he entered the carriage. "Really? But Bradley Wood finished school last year." I muttered not looking up at him. "You are horrible." I heard the pout. "Well you look horrible." "No, I look handsome," he insisted. "No. Louis Weasley is handsome."

"I'm really sorry," he said after moments of prolonged silence. "Albus don't worry about it. It's fine." He stopped writing suddenly and turned to look at me even though I continued to face my parchment. "Again with the f word." I forced myself to roll my eyes playfully, "Really Albus you don't need to listen to everything James says."

"What's your favourite position?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out if that was a thinly veiled innuendo. "In quidditch," he added quickly. "Keeper." "Not a seeker?" he asked inching closer slowly. "Most seekers like to show off. Too ostentatious." "Alright. Beaters" "Too violent." "And chasers?" I caught it then, his tone suddenly becoming too interested in my answer.

"What the hell did you do?" "I have no idea what you mean bunny." I scoffed, "Oh please – innocence doesn't suit you Smith." "Oh you must be talking about your breakup," he said as though realisation had dawned on him, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Well isn't it amazing what the Weasley twins will do if you pay them enough?"

"Of course." He slid his arms around my waist and I reached up to loop my arms around his neck. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful?" "Only every time that you've approached me tonight." He grinned down at me and pulled me closer, "Which by the way has been a lot."

It seemed as if the same thing applied to the girl that he liked as well. I ignored the stab of jealousy I felt and looked down at the parchment properly. He had divided aspects of her into categories and marked her out of 10! "Merlin," I muttered under my breath, "That boy is something else."

I walked towards him and placed a gentle hand on his back. He turned to face me. "Are you alright?" He looked away from me, his eyes suddenly guarded. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked as he curled his hand slightly. I took his hand and opened it up. "Because of this maybe."

Straightening up, I narrowed my eyes at him. "I know exactly what you're trying to do Wood. You think that because you made your accent thicker I'm going to melt like all of the other girls. Well that doesn't work on me." I jabbed a finger at his chest and pulled it back as if I had been scalded when I realised that he still wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Let's make a bet." As he straightened up at my words, I knew that he was interested. "If I can disprove this rubbish that only you and Cho believe in then you have to leave me alone. Completely. For the rest of the year." "And if I win." He began, leaning closer to me as his smirk grew. "You have to go to Hogsmeade with me."

"Excuse me?" Peter swallowed and repeated himself louder. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? A smile spread across my face as I watched the older boy. I started to reply to him but Fred beat me to it, shouting across the great hall from his place at the Gryffindor table. His voice ended all chatter in the great hall. "Oi, Macmillan. Why the hell are you asking out my girlfriend?"

"What's so funny about that?" Ginny demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on," Ron said glancing at Harry for support. Harry looked away from Ron, not willing to sacrifice himself alongside Ron. "Sorry, mate," Harry said apologetically, "You dug your own hole, you need to get yourself out of it."