It was Bill’s idea to eat in a bar that was near a nightclub and, to Hermione, it seemed like a very bad idea. She would love to eat out in a fancy restaurant and order something from a menu while light music played in the background but that was no one else’s idea of fun. Harry, Percy, and Ginny agreed to eat out in a bar since they could just pop on over to the night club and dance and have a few drinks and let loose rather than be the worrisome parents for a while.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to eat out in a restaurant and just chat? We never seem to do that?’ Hermione said to Harry, leaning over Fred, as she glanced down at the small menu in her hand. It was full of greasy and fried food that she was not expecting to eat tonight. Fred leaned backwards into his chair to let Hermione talk to Harry.

‘Oh, lighten up. I’m sick of eating proper food, I think it’s good to just buy something unhealthy and eat that. Plus, we’ve never been to a club since we were too busy hunting down Voldemort to enjoy our teenage years,’ Harry said, bitterly. She knew he sometimes didn't like to miss out on opportunities that he should have been a part of, opportunities such as actually enjoying his teenage years. Hermione sighed at him and he sighed outrageously back, ‘we won’t get drunk. We’ll just have some fun.’

‘Yes, but we are not teenagers anymore. I have a child and you have three!’ Hermione laughed a little as Harry leaned over to pat her hand empathetically. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry’s cheerfulness.

‘Exactly the reason why we should let loose tonight in that club. We’re not that old, Hermione,’ Harry rolled his eyes and he turned around to Ginny who was asking him a question.

Hermione smiled a little at how he was acting tonight since usually Harry was the one to keep them all on track. Sure, Harry deserved to do whatever he liked, even if that meant acting like a teenager at times. He had been through too much and he should have some fun. In the end, they ordered two large pizzas to share for the whole group and soon enough even the pizzas were finished. Hermione had one slice and she casually slid her second half slice over to Fred, not really feeling hungry anymore. He glanced at her and slid the slice back over to her.

‘Eat it, you haven’t ate anything all day today,’ Fred said, the only words he had spoken to her since they got to the bar. It was true that Hermione hadn’t ate anything since she was too buys making the food for all of the other people in the house.

‘Not hungry,’ Hermione shrugged, looking at the slice of pizza. It wasn’t great but it would have to do for dinner. She wondered what Amelia was doing for dinner and then remembered that she had left them some food in the fridge.

‘Don’t get too drunk tonight, guys,’ Victoire said as Ron made suggestions about going to the night club and getting a couple of drinks to Percy. Teddy wrapped his arm around her waist as some of the others laughed, looking up at Victoire.

‘Just because you can’t drink...’ Audrey smiled and took her hand, ‘I’m sure Teddy will give up drinking for you tonight.’

‘Definitely,’ Teddy agreed and Victoire smiled at him, her hand rubbing her stomach where a new life was gradually growing. Hermione smiled too, watching their obvious love as Teddy said, ‘you can’t drink, I won’t drink. We can just eat food and dance, right?’

‘Right,’ Victoire rolled her eyes at the eat food part. She took Teddy’s hand in her own and glanced at Ron and Percy. They were itching to leave, Ron mostly, but didn’t want to seem rude. Victoire just giggled, ‘you guys can go to the club, if you want.’

‘Great! Let’s go!’ Isabelle said, standing up straight away. Hermione glanced up at them to see a peculiar expression on Ron’s face that she couldn't understand, ‘who else is going?’

‘We are,’ Ginny grinned, tugging at Harry’s hand. Harry, looking a little bewildered but excited nonetheless, stood up too and handed Ginny her coat before grabbing his own. Ginny then pulled Audrey up who also pulled Percy, ‘and they’re coming too. We’ll all get a couple of drinks.’

‘Aren’t you coming, Fred?’ Isabelle asked while Percy and Audrey got their coats on. Fred glanced up at her and Hermione turned her eyes towards her too. Isabelle just smiled politely, waiting for an answer, while everyone else was bustling around.

‘I... uh... yeah,’ Fred shrugged, glancing at Hermione for a second and then back at Isabelle. He shrugged again, ‘I could do with a few drinks in me.’

‘Just a few,’ Hermione reminded him, watching as he stood up. Fred just rolled his eyes at her and Hermione sighed inwardly, he could be so irritating when annoyed at her.

‘Come with me,’ Fred said, holding out his hand for her to take.

Hermione looked up at him, surprised that he was actually talking to her and wanted her to come along. The dinner was fun but Fred hadn’t really paid any attention to Hermione since he was obviously still mad about the Draco thing. He didn't look too happy with her but at least he was talking to her, that was a definite plus. Hermione took his hand and pushed herself out of her seat.

‘Sure,’ she said, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on.

Hermione smiled and waved at them, grabbing her purse from the table. She grinned at Victoire who was eating her last slice of pizza that Fred had refused to eat. Hermione left the bar with the others, dodging a couple of bulky men who were grabbing a few drinks after some football game. She got outside and the cold air hit her immediately which made her wrap her arms around herself for some warmth.

It was the dead of winter but that didn't stop the people from partying here tonight. Hermione watched as girls and men walked down the street, holding hands, drunk, and laughing like they had never laughed before. It was quite dark but the moon was out which gave the street a bright glow as cars drove past, spraying some snow onto the sidewalks. Hermione carefully crossed the street, tugging her coat tighter around her. She was suddenly glad that she had decided to wear tights rather than have bare legs since the cold seemed to be biting at her face.

The music was quite loud inside, like it usually was in clubs, which made Hermione smile as Harry had a huge smile on his face like a little kid excited for something so trivial. It wasn’t every day that they all had a chance to go out to a club, especially with kids back home. Hermione and the others walked into the club and at first she saw only darkness before blue and red lights came on, shining on the dance floor that was filled with way too many twenty-something year olds to be comfortable around. She looked around, her eyes going straight to the bar and Harry lead them over there. Hermione bumped into many people on the dance floor but Fred grabbed her waist and manoeuvred her to the side so that they got there safely.

‘Alright,’ Hermione nodded as they got to the bar. Harry and Fred looked at each other before simultaneously agreeing on a drinking competition. Hermione sighed, ‘don’t get too drunk.’

‘Yes, mother,’ Ginny rolled her eyes at her in a joking manner. Hermione chuckled a little and walked over to stand next to Ginny. They watched as Harry and Fred ordered drinks to see which one of them could drink the fastest. Ginny turned to Hermione, ‘Ron and Isabelle broke up.’

‘What?’ Hermione asked, taking Ginny’s hand and moving a little away from the boys as they started their game. Ginny just nodded and turned to the bartender to order two drinks for the both of them as Hermione  frowned, ‘how? When? What happened?’

‘Ron doesn’t want anyone to know and I only found out because he was so angry this morning. Well, I’m not too sure what happened but Isabelle and Ron had a huge fight over something at the house in the morning. Ron got extremely angry at her and she got angry too which just prompted Ron to break it off between them two. He said something about how she never seemed to be happy with any of the decisions he made,’ Ginny shrugged, thanking the bartender when they got their drinks, ‘Ron’s leaving tomorrow morning, he says he won’t be staying at the Burrow any more and Isabelle is also going to leave tomorrow.’

‘Shouldn’t we go in and speak to her?’ Hermione wondered out loud but Ginny rolled her eyes and she took it to mean an absolute no.

‘Come on, Hermione. Ron and Isabelle are not right for each other, we can all see that! He needs to find someone to make a commitment with, not just a sleeping partner. Isabelle’s not that great either, you know, she flirts a lot,’ Ginny rolled her eyes, ‘I’m glad Ron’s finally coming to his senses.’

‘Yes, I can understand the commitment idea. Sometimes drinking comes before everything else for Fred,’ Hermione sighed, turning to look at her husband. He had just finished the last shot while Harry was three shots behind and it looked as though they had bet on who could finish first as Harry handed over some money. Hermione turned back to Ginny, ‘but I still love him more than anything.’

‘Hey, Mia!’ Fred yelled over at them and Hermione turned around to see him holding up a shot glass, ‘bet you five pounds I can drink five shots before you can.’

‘I’m not stupid enough to bet on that, love, I know you’ve probably had more practice at drinking than anyone else here,’ Hermione said when she got to him. Fred sighed, rolling his eyes as Harry looked disappointed in having lost the bet.

‘Oh, come on! Just for fun, no betting,’ Fred suggested, holding up the bottle and Hermione sighed, giving in and taking the seat that Harry had vacated. Fred laughed, ‘alright, five shots, see who finishes first. It’s obviously going to be me.’

‘Are you sure we should be-’ Hermione was cut off by Fred.

‘Fun, remember?’ Fred laughed again and leaned forwards to kiss her.

Hermione could taste the alcohol on his lips and knew he would get drunk tonight but she hoped it would be the happy kind of drunk rather than the sad kind. But she also knew Fred was rarely the happy drunk. She was happy enough that he wasn’t ignoring her anymore like all through dinner he had been.

‘Fine, fun,’ Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Fred passed over five shot glasses to her and five to himself. Hermione held up the first one, nervously, as Fred picked his own up. He nodded at her to countdown, ‘okay... three... two... one. GO!’

Hermione downed her glass first and she realised it was pure vodka which made her want to throw it up instantly. Fred laughed at her as she groaned at the burning in her throat. Nevertheless, she picked up the second glass and drank that while Fred was on his first. Fred slammed his empty glasses onto the bar and wasted no time at all in picking up the next one.

‘Oh, no, no, no! Fred, you win!’ Hermione surrendered as Fred picked up his fifth and final glass while Hermione had just finished her third. She put the empty glass down and nodded at him, ‘you win, fair and square.’

‘Oh, come on...’ Fred took her hand and Hermione smiled as he raised the glass very slowly to his lips while saying, ‘you still have time! Quick! Drink!’

Hermione let out a giggle and drank the fourth glass as Fred’s own glass got to his lips. She laughed again as he moved the glass very slowly upwards so she would have time to drink the fifth one. Hermione drank the final glass and groaned again as the vodka burned her throat once more while Fred finally drank his last glass too.

‘Well, you win, I lose,’ Fred shrugged, smiling as she laughed again. Fred took her hand in his, ‘I love you.’

‘I know,’ Hermione smiled, leaning forwards to wrap her arms around his neck, ‘I love you too, Fred.’

Fred leaned forwards and kissed her, slowly at first. Hermione smiled against his lips, feeling completely at bliss in those couple of seconds where their lips touched and Fred’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and closer...

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*Amelia’s POV*

 Why did it hurt so much?

Amelia wondered, standing in the bathroom where she had been cooped up. She had told James and the others that she was going for a shower even though she didn't really feel like having a shower, that was just the reason she gave to get away from James who was trying to make her feel better and didn't listen to her when she said she wanted to be alone. In all fairness, she had sat there in the kitchen with him for hours as Lily, Albus and Louis decided they were going to bed. Dominique went to her room after asking about Amelia and how she was feeling.

Amelia took off her shirt and bra, gritting her teeth from crying anymore but that seemed useless. She took off her trousers and pants, standing naked in the bathroom, while she waited for the water to heat up. She couldn't help but think of Scorpius and want to shed more and more tears as her stomach clenched. Amelia stepped into the shower, finally, and started to wash her body.

The saddening thing was that if she told someone - who had never been in love and discarded by that same person they truly loved - how she felt at this moment in time, they would tell her to keep her head held up high and never to cry over a boy. Especially a boy who doesn’t care as much about her as she does about him. They would convince her to stop acting so depressed like she had just lost a family member, and get over him.

Get over him – she dreaded that phrase.

Amelia shook her head at that thought, making water droplets fly, not because it was wrong but because she realised she was being hypocritical. Hadn’t she once said to her friends who were suffering from a severe break up that she should ‘get over him’ and ‘cheer up’? Of course she had but only because she thought it was so pathetic when girls got so emotionally involved with a boy and then cried over him when he left. Pathetic.

It wasn’t that easy to get over someone you loved and Amelia knew that now. She didn't think it was so pathetic that she missed Scorpius and cried over him and felt like her chest was being constantly squeezed every time she thought over their conversation at his house. She didn't think it was pathetic because she had finally experienced love and losing love, and it hurt like hell.

Amelia was done with her shower a while later and stepped out onto the mat, letting it soak with water. She wrapped a towel around her and looked in the mirror. What she saw surprised her; no more laughter was seen in her eyes; her eyes were red around the corners; her nose was red too from blowing it so often; and that sadness she felt was shown clearly on her face. She looked away suddenly, not wanting to see herself anymore. Amelia left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her and went into the room she shared with Dominique.

‘Hey... how are you feeling? Better after the shower?’ Dominique asked, looking up from a magazine. Amelia tried to ignore that pity look in her eyes like she had to be careful to talk to her just in case she said something wrong. Amelia just shrugged and walked over to the cupboard as Dominique sighed, ‘Lily, Albus and Louis went to bed. James is still up.’

‘Okay,’ Amelia muttered, pulling out a big, comfy shirt that was two sizes too big and came to her knees. She pulled it over her head and balled the towel up before throwing it into the corner.

Broken hearts really do hurt more than physical pain, Amelia thought to herself as she got her book and left the room without another glance at Dominique who had only worry in her eyes at the one word answers she was receiving. Amelia left the room, closing the door behind her, and she came face to face with James. He was standing with a plate in his hand that held two slices of pizza which he held up hopefully.

‘Pizza?’ he asked, glancing at her wet hair that hung like rat tails, her red nose and eyes, her sadness that made everything so dull.

James knew, from years and years of being her best friend and cousin and confidant, that she was desperately trying to hold in tears. Her arms were wrapped around herself that suggested she wanted to block everyone out, she wanted to keep her heart whole for just one more second before it all became real. Her hand then went to her nose, which she itched the side of, showing that she really, really, couldn't do this anymore. James’ hopeful expression faded and he made the plate hover over to the nearest table before sighing and turning to Amelia.

‘It’s okay to cry,’ he said softly, holding out his hand for hers. Amelia didn't look up at him, she stared at the ground, her lips trembling and her breaths came deeper as she listened to James, ‘you’re upset and keeping from showing your feelings in front of everyone but you know you don’t have to do that in front of me. You also know that I won’t let you cry alone as long as I’m alive. I love you, Amelia.’

‘He doesn’t,’ Amelia muttered at the ground, meaning Scorpius.

James took a deep breath and withdrew his hand from offering her it. He put both of his hands in his pockets and looked at her standing there, staring at the ground, her body trembling in that shirt she wore but not of cold, but in an effort not to cry or scream or show any sort of emotion because Amelia George Weasley had to act tough in front of everyone, she could never show tears.

‘I’m not hungry,’ Amelia whispered and she walked off down the corridor.

Amelia went into the bedroom that used to be Fred and George’s a million years ago, and just happened to be empty right now. She closed the door behind her and stood there for a second, closing her eyes. A single tear slowly fell from her eye as she leaned her forehead against the door and crumpled her face.

As more tears fell, she heard James’ footsteps coming towards her door. Amelia quickly locked the door so he wouldn’t be able to open it from the outside, got her book and went out to the balcony, closing that door behind her. She sat on the stone cold ground and put her head on her knees, not looking at the beautiful stars like her parents had done when Hermione was pregnant with Amelia.

The thoughts in her mind screamed at her and they all screamed one name: Scorpius Malfoy. Amelia sobbed into her hands, and she wouldn’t be surprised if people could still hear her. She didn't care though, it hurt too much to keep in now. She sobbed, wailed, wept, and sniffled thinking of the reasons why he wanted to leave her.

Was it her that was the problem?

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A/N - Okay, so this was kind of a 'filler'. I just wanted to show the extent of Amelia's pain with a little Fremione thrown in there. 

Also, I want to share something. When I wrote about Amelia and her pain, that was totally true for me. That's how I felt when I first got my heart broken: the crying, the clenching in the stomach, your heart literally feels like it has been split into two. Oh, it's the worst pain ever for me and I'm a girl so I have experienced physical pain but no, heart break is worse. 

Just wondering, but is that how everyone feels when they get heart broken or am I just the weird one? lol. Also, if you are in that current state right now, just remember that time will make things better even if it doesn't seem so right now :)