Hogwarts was easy. Lily Luna Potter was probably the only student to think of it in that matter, but that was because life had not been easy on her. She was sure life didn't go easy on anyone, however, it had struck her too early on in life. In the beginning, growing up was easy, nothing like it had been for her father, but after the attack, when she was 10, nothing had been easy again, not like before. It had always been Lily's dream to go to Hogwarts, and how she had longed for it at the age of 10, knowing that there was just one more year left. She barely dared to think about it again, the attack. It still gave her nightmares, six years later. But it had been at its worst those three long years she had spent in St. Mungos. She had been home schooled, if you could even call it that when you weren't actually at home, but in a hospital. Her parents did have much to teach her, but it hadn't been nearly as fun as she had imagined Hogwarts beeing. Instead of being surrounded by other kids, magical beings and freedom, she was stuck alone in a hospital-bed, not allowed to go out of her parents' sight.
When she finally got to leave Mungos, and go to school like any normal kid, she had to be tough. She was the odd one out. The only one who was sorted at thirteen, the only one who hadn't gotten to know all the other students, nor make any friends. She wouldn't have her brothers and cousins protect her, that would not make anything better. She would not be the little sick Weasley girl, nor the weak daughter of the hero. She was tough. She had survived, and she wouldn't show anyone how afraid she was.
Lily's problem with Malfoy had nothing with her family's opinion to do, at least that was what she told herself. He was arrogant, mean and too damn proud. From what she had heard, a hell of a lot like his father in his teens. She despised him. They made comments about each other, rumours even, they duelled and pushed each other around in the quidditch field. He called her the things she would not be defined by; crazy person, freak and little girl. She called him the things she hated the most; slytherin slug, pureblood and deatheater.
Most couples in love would remember their first date, their first moment, that moment when it clicked. It was hard for Lily to remember those things. Perhaps because they never had a date in their lives, or because there had been so many moments like that first one. She had no idea what he had been doing out there, wandering the halls of Hogwarts at night. That was her thing. Of course she didn't know it was him at first. Hearing someone else in the darkness was startling, in fact, it scared her more than she could have imagined. It was almost like a flashback to that night, and all she could think to do was hide behind a pole, slowly backing around it, and try to hold the tears back. Stupid, stupid girl, of course he was doing the same thing, and she walked right into the back of the student she least wanted to see.
"Why, fancy seeing you here, Little Potter, sleeping gown and all," the blonde said, wearing his trademark smirk. She hated that smirk, it was as if he knew something no one else did, and she hated it when she was left out on secrets.
"Malfoy," she answered, making it sound as if it were a question. Lily was good at that, getting people to tell her what she wanted to know without even asking.
"Oh I'm just exploring, as for you Potter.. time for a late night visit to the Ravenclaw dorms?" That was probably the worst accusation he could've come up with, but what did she know. He could probably come up with anything, he was a Malfoy.
"I was not... Why would I even go there?" What bothered her the most was her lack of good replies. Counter-comments as to his bad qualities.
"Oh please, Potter. Everyone knows that you were snogging both Nott and Scamander at the yule ball, and most of us have heard about Professor Lupin,"
"There is NOTHING going on with me and Teddy, seriously, he is like a brother to me, would people just.. urgh!"
That was when he stopped her, midst sentence, pressing his lips onto hers. As previously mentioned, Lily had sure had her fair amount of kisses during her time at Hogwarts, but this was something completely different. Perhaps it was her state of mind, she was furious with him, and it only made her want him more. Perhaps there was supposed to be some kind of limit for her, perhaps she should've pulled away from him and gone back to the Gryffindor dorms, and gone to bed. But there was no way that was happening. They ended up in the room of requirement, making the most of their anger, in a passionate way. There was nothing romantic about it. He still irritated her, she still hated the sight of him.
That wasn't the only time that happened, though, and it became their thing, meeting up in the middle of the night, calling each other names, kissing, shagging. That was all there was to it. For some reason they wouldn't let each other in, beneath the surface. They were a lot alike in that matter, neither of them really let people in, neither of them talked about things with anyone, and even less each other. They were distractions to one another. A way to forget about their many problems.