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Chapter 23 | Amy

Edited: 2/10/2021

Amy.

"Care to dance?" asked Harry, right as I returned to Elena's side, who was standing there, holding a punch cup.

"Really?" I whispered as Harry tugged me away into the crowd of dancing students. "Did Ron not tell you about him asking me to this thing?" I asked him, once the music started.

'He did." nodded Harry, looking around as if he was looking for someone else. "Where is Black?"

"What the hell does it matter?" I asked, shoving him away slightly, but Harry just made it out to be a spin and I landed right back into his arms. "What the hell is it with you lately, Harry?"

"Look, Ron seems to have a thing for Hermione. Ginny seems to want nothing to do with me, so I'm just trying to - " He started, but I shoved him before he could finish his sentence and it just so happen to be into Ginny. " - what the hell, Amy?"

"I'm not something you just use to get Ginger's attention. Fuck off!" I spat, and started to walk off, but ran right into the one and only red head for me, Ronald! "Oh, hey Ron!"

"You've been around Nicole and Elena too much." He smiled, looking over to see Harry straightening himself up. "Sorry about him, did you save me a dance?"

"I could've, or you could just steal someone else's dance, no big deal." I smiled, I could feel myself blushing as he took my hand and lead me away from the Harry scene and lead me out of the Party.

I glanced behind us with a confused expression. 

I looked back to him only for him to hold up an index finger to indicate he wasn't done. 

I just shrugged and let me lead me out to the Lake side. 

I just smiled. "What's this?"

"Our dance." He simply stated as he wrapped his arms around my waste and I just smiled as he gently began to rock side to side.

He let me wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. 

"So, how long for you?" Ron asked after a few moments of silence.

"How long, what?" I asked, my voice was a little muffled, considering my face was in his shoulder.

All I could manage to feel in that moment of silence between questions was my heart throbbing against his dress robes, I was praying he couldn't feel it as hard as I could. 

"How long have you had feelings for me...?" He inquired, softly.

"Over two years I know for sure," I said, after pondering for a few moments. "what about you?"

"Sense around first year." He shrugged.

I shoved him away playfully and grinned, "Why didn't you tell me? How did you find out about me anyway?"

"A little Black bird left me a hint." He winked as he climbed up on top of a boulder and pulled me up as well. "Don't be mad at her, I asked and she just hinted at it. She is a good friend, you know that?"

"Yeah." I nodded, looking out across the lake, watching the moon dance on the surface.

The silence was deafening, but relaxing at the same time, somehow. 

Until Ron started asking the hard quesitons.

"Why did you ask Harry to Hogsmeade?" He asked, and I could hear in his voice that his heart ached for an answer. 

I hung my head, I honestly wanted to tell him the truth.

 How I was a Deatheater.

How my mission was to get close to Harry in order to distract him from what Draco was doing.