It was now time to board the train, Tim and Amber boarded the train. Once on the train, Tim kissed her goodbye to go give the instructions to the prefects. She sat in their usual compartment and read. She was alone for the rest of the journey. She sat with Melissa on the way to Hogwarts.
"Hey where's Tim, did you break up?"
"Far from it, he's Head Boy this year."
Melissa nodded as the carriage jerked to a start. It was a bumpy ride to Hogwarts. The two girls sat at the Hufflepuff table but Amber would catch herself staring at the Slytherin table.
"So, did you and Tim make love for the first time over the summer?" Melissa smirked.
Amber blushed at the mention of her first sexual encounter with her long-time boyfriend.
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It was now the first Hogsmeade weekend. Amber finally had time to hang out with Tim. The boy in question had his arm around her as they were walking towards Honeydukes. Suddenly, something caught Amber's eye. It was Katie up in the air being jerked back and forth.
"Something wrong, love?" Tim asked.
She gestured towards Katie and his eyes widened.
"I wonder what caused that."
Tim shrugged. The couple continued towards The Three Broomsticks to meet Dora. They reached the pub and waited.
"You want to snog while we wait?" Tim smirked.
Amber smirked and pulled her boyfriend towards her and they began snogging.
"Oi, that's something I wouldn't like to see," Dora chuckled.
The couple pulled apart. Amber immediately noticed Dora's hair was a sandy brown colour instead of her usual vibrant bubblegum pink.
"You like my hair?"
"Why isn't it pink like usual?"
Dora sat down and said. "I'm in love."
"With who?"
Dora grinned. "Remus Lupin."
"He's quite a bit older than you isn't he?"
"Thirteen years to be exact."
Amber frowned. "That's quite a bit of an age difference."
"That's exactly what my mum said. But I don't care about what you say."
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Melodies of the Lyre
FanfictionThere were moments when I was not myself, and the road wandered riddled with self doubt; when those who would be friends have all but left. But somethings have always been true - he may bleed green, but I will always be yellow and black.
