Chasing Cars~Amelia

Fitz had tried so hard to spend as much time with Amelia as he could after getting together with her, the sad thing was that he felt terrible for missing the ball with her, missing countless events with her but family stuff came up that had taken him away from school for a little while. He did owl her every day and ask her how she was and send her goodies whenever he could. But today he got back luckily and his first stop had been the great hall, he walked in and was greeted by his mates with high fives and hellos but he made his way straight over to Amelia and he stood behind her before placing his hands over her eyes,"Guess who love" he whispered into her ear before he dropped his hands and he smiled down at her. He lifted her to her feet and wrapped his arms tightly around her lifting her off the ground briefly and spinning her around before he set her back down. "I want ye ta come wit' meh yeah?" he said softly before he dropped his hand into her's and he laced his fingers with her's before he gently pulled her out of the great hall and he led her along staircases up to the seventh floor. He stood there for a moment until the door appeared and when it did he opened it to her revealing the room of requirement but it was set up with a cozy fire place with a blanket lied out and a little picnic basket on the floor with candles lit. He smiled over at her,"Figured we should have a real date fer once, dat alrigh' with you?" he asked softly.

Amy had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic. She'd read more Jane Austen novels than she could count, and she'd always been a sucker for bad muggle films with predictable endings. When she'd pictured her own romance, it had always been endowed with that fairytale quality she so longed for. Amy wasn't one to flit from boy to boy: she sort of had this picture of true, inseparable love that she stuck to. Her ideal romance had never taken place in the midst of war. In her head, she'd envisioned a relationship where she could be completely and utterly devoted to her love without needing to escape the honeymoon phase in order to attend to family matters. The real world, however, had different ideas.

Ever since the second attack on the Potters, families who had played key roles in the first wizarding war had been on their guard. A lot of them had even called their children away from school, to the safety of their homes. Neville Longbottom was a firm believer that Hogwarts was the safest place there was for anyone. If it had been safe from the darkest wizard of all time, it was sure as hell safe from anything they could throw at them now. Amy had therefore stayed at the school. Fitz, however, had been on again off again absent depending on which parent currently had the reigns. She, of course, didn't blame him, family was important at times like these, but spending so little time together and being separated for so long was a dismal start to their relationship. Though she'd never tell him, she was a little torn up at the thought of not getting to have a proper first date.

As she did most days, she sat at the Hufflepuff table a little past the usual breakfast time. Her girlfriends had all filed away from the Great Hall in order to watch their boyfriends play Quidditch. Though Amy had been invited to go with them, she preferred to stay at her table and wait for the post. Fitz wrote every day, and her mother wrote every other day, so she was anticipating the arrival of two letters. She hated being at Hogwarts during wartimes. All of the students were left so in the dark. Much as they liked to believe the Prophet would bring them news, propaganda was no stranger to the wizard world, and dark wizards had a tendency to rule the ministry with an iron first.

The blonde would therefore sit and wait for each morning to come when Fitz or her father might alleviate her fears with news of what was really happening. More than anything she feared for the safety of those she held most dear, and those reassuring letters reminded her that her loved ones were still in good health. This morning, however, when the post came there was only a letter from her mother. She scanned the hall in search of Fitz's familiar owl, but he was nowhere in sight. Her heart felt as though it had dropped into her stomach, and though she tried to ignore it, she began to feel horribly ill with worry. She spooned her porridge into her mouth reluctantly: she hardly had the stomach for food. Her nerves had nearly peaked when suddenly someone was covering her eyes and a familiar voice sing-songed its way into her head. "Fitz!"

[/color] she whirled around, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her head in her shoulder. "You prat! I can't believe you didn't tell me you were coming back!"[/color] She playfully hit his chest with her hands as he literally swept her off her feet, and for once, she didn't even mind that the other students in the Great Hall were staring at her. She was just ecstatic to see him.

Next thing she knew, her hand fit in his just like it always had, as though it was always meant to be there. She found it funny that the two of them just sort of fell in stride with one another as though they had never been apart. Her mind was racing. Though they'd written everyday she wanted to hear about everything he'd done. She wanted to know how his family was doing… and whether or not he'd seen her parents. Unfortunately for a young lover, her thoughts were still plagued by war. Merlin, she was glad nothing had happened to him. She squeezed his hand appreciatively as they walked together.

When they reached the seventh floor she sort of started to wonder if he planned on taking her up to his dorm. A heavy blush spread across her cheeks just for having thought of such an immoral sort of thing. The blush also compensated for how unopposed to the idea she had been. You are a lady, Amy. Act like one. she tried to shake off the thought, but with no definite idea as to where they were going, her imagination was running wild. Who could blame her? It had been too long since they'd last been together: all she wanted was for him to hold her, to kiss her, and to really let them be a couple.

Eventually, they reached a door that she'd never seen before, and behind it, a room she'd never seen before. It was romantically set up, as though it were there to serve the purpose of a date room: there was even a candlelit picnic. Although she tried her hardest to remain a level headed person in the face of romantic happenings, she felt her heart melt at the gesture. "I don't think there's ever been a better first date,"[/color] she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, smiling tenderly at him. "Merlin, do you have any idea how much I missed you?"[/color] She pulled herself into him, holding herself against him and just appreciating his presence for a moment.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]

Fitz watched her every move, her every reaction as she watched the scene unfold in front of her and a smile crossed his lips seeing the girl's eyes light up and her voice rang so sweetly in his ears in her appreciation. He smiled as he closed the door behind them and he lead her slowly over to the little picnic set up and he sat down gently pulling her down to sit beside him. He poured her a glass of pumpkin juice and himself one before he looked at her. He took her in, every bit of her, he missed her so much,"'ve missed ye...way too much" he whispered aloud before he found himself leaning toward her, a hand reaching up, nimble fingers lifting her chin so she looked him right in his blue eyes and he smiled. "Yer so beautiful...'m surprised I was even able ta manage bein gone fer so long, it drove me crazy" he whispered admittedly before he brought his lips to her's allowing them to ghost lightly over her perfect pink lips. "I can hear it...yer heart beatin' bout ta burst outta yer ches'...don' worreh love I'll save ye if ye have a heart attack" he whispered before he finally just let his lips press against her's fully capturing her in a passionate kiss. He set his glass aside allowing his hand to reach up and entangle gentle fingers through her blond tresses. His own heart was pounding in his chest cavity as he refused to pull back, he needed this, he needed her close, nothing further than a kiss but he needed it to last just a little while.