Aww, thanks everyone :glomps: I am glad that you enjoyed it I try to please my own creativity as well as you guys I realized I had to rework a scene here because I hadn't included it before they came to Sirius' for the holiday. Hopefully I captured the importance of it enough with my way

I would have stayed in that moment forever with Harry if it hadn't been for Mrs Weasley hollering up the stairs that it was time for dinner. Harry looked at me, not wanting to leave, and pulled me into a hug. I rested my forehead in the crook of his neck, and breathed him in. The sent, the feel, the everything of the moment that I wanted to hold on to.

At the sound of Mrs. Weasley's footsteps on the stairs, and her thoughts wondering where we had run off to, I released myself from Harry. I knew Mrs Weasley was supportive, but she would not let Harry and I have any alone time together if she knew we were a couple.

"Better go," I said, eyeing the door and raising my eyebrows.

"Right," Harry said, leaning his hand over me to open the door.

I quickly reached out and raised my finger to my lips, motioning for him to be quiet. Harry waited as Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door.

"Are you two in here?" she asked. Mrs Weasley was about to open the door but I had locked it right after I had come in, luckily for us. Deciding that we wouldn't be in here, we heard Mrs Weasley steps move on word, waiting until she knocked and opened the door to the next room before Harry and I came out of that one.

We moved quietly down the steps, stopping right in front of the door leading to the door that would take you to the kitchen. We turned to look as Mrs Weasley came down the steps, grumbling to herself.

"Did you call us Mrs Weasley?" I asked, my face completely straight.

"Oh, there you two are," she said, eyeing us suspiciously. "I had called you to let you know that it is time for dinner."

"Oh, well, better head down then," said Harry, giving my lower back a little push to let me know that I should go.

We walked down the steps, Mrs Weasley thinking the entire time that we were acting strange and that she needed to keep an eye on us. I was able to prevent myself from laughing, but I couldn't take the smile off of my face.

Everyone was already seated at the table and looked up upon our arrival. They were all thinking the same thing, just with different tones and congratulations towards either me or Harry. I sat down next to Hermione who looked at me with that smile of hers, as if she had known all along that it was going to happen right at that moment. Ron smiled at Harry with that "you sly dog you" look and Sirius gave Harry a little pat on her the shoulder. He smiled at me brightly.

"Well, go on and eat everyone!" Mrs Weasley said, sitting down at the table and smiling at us all.

We all dug in, the soup tasting marvelous as usual, the small chat of us all getting louder and louder so that all you could hear was one another's laughter. Harry was sitting next to me, and reached his hand under the table to take mine in his. I held it, loving the feel of his fingers intertwined with mine, when the thought hit me as to how I was going to tell Seamus.

I wasn't regretting the kiss at all, and I had been waiting so long for it to happen that at that point in time I wasn't really concerned with the fact that I was dating Seamus. But to be honest, I had to agree with Sirius, Seamus knew. I could sense it in the back of his mind that he wasn't expecting us to last, but I just went along with it, not wanting to hurt him or make him unhappy. After all before I had started dating Seamus I had been his friend, and I certainly didn't want to lose his friendship because of this.

The rest of the day went quickly, Harry and I not really getting any alone time since Mrs Weasley set us to work around the house. Despite her cleaning and such the house was still a mess, and there was a ton of stuff that needed chucking. Kreacher, who walked around as we cleaned mumbled to himself in an angry tone how it was wrong of us to be touching his master's stuff. Sirius told us to ignore him, but Sirius couldn't hear his angry thoughts from four rooms over like I could. I felt bad for Kreacher...no one liked him and he knew it.

We had all spread out in our own bedrooms, basically deciding to crash in whatever room we had been sleeping in. Ron and Harry had crashed in one room, Hermione and Ginny in another, Fred and George in one, and I had landed in a room by myself. I had gone back to help Ginny and Hermione but had gotten distracted by a stack of books dealing with dark magic in what I figured was Sirius' mom's.

I fell asleep face down on the bed, the dust of the sheets covering the entire side of my face. I was almost at the point of dreaming when I ripped my eyes open at the feel of something on my shoulder. I swung around, about to clock whoever it was in the face, but stopped mid way when I realized it was Harry.

"Geeze Harry, you scared me," I whispered.

"Sorry," he whispered back. "I just felt like we didn't get any more alone time today," he said.

"I know," I said, moving myself over so that he had room to lie down.

He laid down next to me, taking my hand in to his and holding it. I smiled at him.

"What are you going to tell Seamus?" he asked.

"The truth," I said with a little shrug that caused dust on the canopy above us to fall off around us.

Harry nodded. "He knows, doesn't he?"

"I think deep down he does."

Harry nodded again. "Are you having any regrets?" Harry asked, nervous as to what my answer would be.

"No, are you?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said, scooting closer so that our foreheads were touching. "Good night Abby."

"Good night Harry," I said, moving my head forward a little bit so I could kiss him on the lips.

We feel asleep, but the dreams were far from peaceful. We were in a dark corridor, but low to the ground, almost as if we were slithering upon it. I was in Harry's mind, and he and I were about to do something bad. Something very bad.