Sequel to The Bucket List.

The Snogging List

I'm visiting the Potter home for one day, and things have already gotten screwy. First, there's Rose, who's turned into this Pink Devil. Then there's Aiden, who keeps trying to get Albus to forgive him. Then there's Al himself, who keeps being mysterious and luring me to random places to snog! And lastly, my brother. Luke has fallen in love with a muggle girl.

Am I the only sane one here?!

Chapter One: Awkward Glowing

"Sophia, my dearest, darling sister that I love so, so much and could never live without -"

"Cut the crap," I said sharply, trying to hold back my laughter. My twin brother slumped his arm over my shoulder and ruffled his black hair, grin so bright and goofy that I wanted to freeze it so it'd stay like that all the time.

Yes, I do love magic!

And what could give Luke Wood such a smile?

A girl.

"She's Lily's friend," I told Luke sternly, waving a hand in his face as he watched the two girls disappear around the house and into their backyard. "A year younger than you."

"Your point?"

"Luke," I groaned, shrugging his arm off of me, "you can't just hit on her. You've only just met her!"

He made his trademark adorable pouty face at me, effectively (and unfortunately) breaking me don't-you-misbehave look. "But Soph -"

"Oi, what're you whining about?"

We whipped around as Aiden Thomas, one of Luke's best friends (and perhaps the bane of my existence), waved at us from outside the Potter's picket fence. He leaned over the fence to unlock it before bounding in, looking extremely happy. "Hey!"

"Hello, Aiden," I greeted, giving him a short hug. He was already looking over my shoulder, craning his neck in search of something. Or rather, someone.

"Where's Lily?" he asked eagerly, having forgotten all about Luke's whining.

Boys are so predictable.

"She went the pool with her friend -" I stopped speaking as Aiden was already off, heading around the house to the direction of the pool. Luke grabbed at the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'll just follow him," he said sheepishly. I narrowed my eyes.

"No."

"But Soph, I'm in love with her!" And before I could say another word, he had taken off behind Aiden, running with wild abandon with that crazy look in his eyes that made me worry about his sanity.

I sighed and shook my head. It wasn't that I didn't want my brother to be in love; it was just that he fell too fast and much too hard. It was also true that he fell out of love just as quickly, but that doesn't mean he should break a poor little girl's heart in the process.

Speaking of hearts, where the hell is my boyfriend?

Ah, boyfriend. That felt good to say.

I pushed open the Potter's front door; Lily had left it unlocked, saying that she hadn't "the slightest bloody clue where her brother was, and that if I wanted to snog his face off, I could look for him myself."

Fiesty, that one. At least she can control Aiden.

I walked into the house and searched the place with my eyes; Albus was bound to be around here somewhere; his parents were at work, so they couldn't exactly berate him and Lily for their terrible hospitality. It wasn't too big of a deal, though; Luke, Aiden and I had been to the Potter home too many times to count, and I knew the place just as well as they did.

As the thought went through my mind, someone jumped on my back.

Okay, maybe I'm not as comfortable as I thought.

"AHHHHHH!" I stumbled into the kitchen and fell flat on my face. What? I'm not particularly strong, and who the hell expects a person to stay up when they're tackled?

Okay, I'm weak. Sue me.

Oh, hello there, BLOODY COLD FLOOR!

"Whoever just killed my back and my nose, could get off me?" I demanded loudly, trying to lift myself up but failing miserably as my arms collapsed.

My arms are like flailing noodles.

See, look at them! Absolutely pathetic.

Red hair fell in front of my vision, and I slumped. "Rose. Weasley," I groaned, suppressing the urge to whip out my wand and hex her out the door (which, by the way, was still open. Whoops). She shifted on my back, probably trying to make herself comfy.

Ladies and gentleman: my best friend. In love, no less.

That's never good, in case you were wondering.

"Soph, I missed you!" she squealed in a very un-Rose-like manner. I grunted as she rolled off of me, hugging me as soon as I picked myself off the ground and before I could even look at her properly. "Where've you been?"

"Grounded, I - Rose, what happened to you?"

I take that back; this could not be my best friend. My best friend never would've worn makeup to hide her freckles. My best friend would never dress up in something that would make Vanessa Brown, the school slag, jealous. My best friend loves her curls, and would never straighten them.

And there isn't a new boy. She's already got one.

Rose was smiling excitedly as my jaw dropped. My Quidditch-obsessed-best-friend had turned into... a PINK DEVIL!

Okay, so maybe I'm getting carried away. But seriously? Rose hates pink! She likes red! Red, red, red, red, RED!

"Don't you love it?" she asked, twirling around and making her already too-short skirt flare a little. I got this at a boutique in Diagon Alley -"

'BOUTIQUE'? It's a store! She always says it's a 'store'!

That's it. Rose has been corrupted. I have to get out of here.

I spun on my heel and ran from what I fully believed to be Rose's evil twin and sprinted away, my legs carrying me up the stairs two steps at a time. This could not be happening. My best friend has gone mad!

I stopped once I reached the next floor and listened to make sure she hadn't followed me. When I heard the back door slam shut, I let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the nearest wall.

New Rose is scaring me.

You miss a lot in a month, I suppose.

Yes, I hadn't seen any of my friends in an entire month. Albus, Luke, Aiden, Scorpius (yes, a Malfoy had befriended us Gryffindors after becoming one!) and I pulled a great prank in the middle of our graduation ceremony. My parents grounded both Luke and I, and this was the first day I was allowed to see anyone who wasn't related to me.

Including my boyfriend, who, might I add, wrote me every day.

Suck on that, fan girls.

Albus Potter is famous. Comes with his father having saved the wizarding world and all that... but he's mine now. So back off.

Anyway, since my parents were so mad that they only allowed Luke and I to visit for a day before heading off on a family vacation, I had to make the most out of a fun day before not seeing anyone until the fall.

Sheesh. Parents can be so touchy.

Suddenly, the wall behind me disappeared, and I fell for the second time that day. I guess that "wall" was actually a door (look at me, so observant), and someone opened that door (wow, I'm really great at figuring things out!). Luckily, whoever was behind me caught me and dragged me inside the room.

I stood back up and turned around as the door shut behind me, revealing my sleepy-looking boyfriend (still feels so good to say). His face lit once he realized who it was, breaking into a gut-wrenching smile.

And the next thing I knew, before I could even spit out a 'hello' or a 'I missed you', Al was leaning down and pressing his lips on mine, one hand coming up to cup my cheek and the other pressing on the door behind me.

Okay, I won't lie. I liked this greeting better.

I smiled and kissed him back before letting up. "Hey," I said breathlessly, sliding my arms tight around him.

"Hi, Soph," he said before kissing me again. "When did you get here?"

"About fifteen minutes ago," I answered, almost in a daze. Damn, my boyfriend is hot. After a month of letters, I'd almost forgotten that; he was making my heart beat faster and my face heat up as he looked me over. "Your sister is not happy with you."

"Yeah, I kicked her when she was trying to wake me up."

I laughed. "I missed you," I said quietly, kissing him again.

"I missed you too." He stepped away from me, letting me glance around his room for the first time. I'd never been in there; it was painted a light blue and contained a bed, a desk, a set of drawers and bookshelf. On the wall above his desk was a picture of the five of us.

"I love this picture!" I exclaimed fondly, hurrying over to it and taking the frame off the wall. I was in between Luke and Al, who were both laughing and trying to give me bunny ears. I was inching away from Al and blushing furiously, my smile trembling but looking pleased all the same. Scorpius was beside Al and sneezing, and Aiden was waving to the camera. I looked back to Al, who was watching from behind me.

"I have one at home, too. This was taken last summer, right?"

"Yeah."

"Seems like forever ago." As I fit the picture back on the hook, I noticed a piece of glowing parchment on his desk. "Al, what's this?"

In a flash, Al's eyes had widened and he snatched the paper, crumpling it as he stuffed it in his back pocket.

Well, that wasn't suspicious at ALL...

"Al?" I asked tentatively as he avoided my eyes. "What's on the parchment?"

"What parchment?"

"The one you put in your pocket."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I grumbled, crossing my arms and intending to leave his room - except I never really got the chance. Before I knew what was happening, Al's soft lips were pressing insistently on mine.

Are you going to resist?

Nope. I am perfectly content with the change of plans.

I slid my hands up his chest and circled them around the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer to me. I was vaguely aware that Al was moving me backwards as we snogged, but it hadn't registered in my mind until I fell.

Wow. Why am I falling so much today?

Fortunately, where I was expecting to have met the lovely floor again (how's it going?), I met a soft surface instead. And as Al fell on top of me (why didn't you break my fall, tosser?), I became very aware of the fact that we were snogging on his bed.

A bed.

Where people, you know... do it.

Warning bells were going off in my mind, but so was an explosion of butterflies in my stomach, a tingling, burning feeling where Al's hand was wandering right underneath my shirt on my hip, what he was doing with his tongue, and...

Uh oh.

"Al," I gasped, cutting off from his very warm lips.

"Mmhmm?" he asked, moving his lips to my jaw.

"We have to stop."

"Hmm?"

"We're stopping," I said firmly, although not really wanting to at all. "I'm not ready yet."

He pulled back. "For snogging?"

"For..." I bit my lip, and his eyes wandered there. "You know. That."

Al merely looked bewildered. "What?"

"For..." I grinded my teeth, frustrated. "Al, come on. To do it!" My voice was much too loud, and he flinched as he understood the message. "It's been one month, for Merlin's sake, we haven't even been on a date yet and we're only seventeen so don't you dare pressure me into anything because I'm just not -"

Al cut me off with his lips, kissing me hard for a moment. When he emerged, he was grinning widely. I gave him a look, still blushing from my confession. "I've always wanted to do that," he admitted, kissing me again. "You rant too much."

I laughed. "So we're not..."

"I'm not ready yet, either." He paused. "Don't tell the guys."

"Oh, I dunno..." Al laughed and went in again.

Well, I'm glad that awkward conversation is out of the way.

After a few minutes of snogging, he rolled over onto his back, staring happily up at the ceiling. "How're things down there? I only just woke up and got dressed, my sleep cycle is a bit wonky..."

I snorted. "Luke is in love with Lily's friend, Aiden is ogling Lily at the pool, Rose has transformed into the Pink Devil for reasons beyond my knowledge and Scorpius hasn't arrived." I looked over and Al started playing with my blonde hair again, just like he used to. "Are you mad at Aiden?"

"Yes."

"Still?"

"Yes," he repeated, rolling his eyes. "Which of Lily's friends is Luke in love with?"

"You're not surprised, either?" I asked. He laughed.

"Of course not."

"I think her name is Scarlett."

"Oh, her," he groaned, expression clearing. "Scarlett Reynolds. She had a crush on me last summer. Bloody annoying, she'd climb our wall and look through my window..."

"You poor soul," I teased.

"You have no idea," he said, making a face. "She tried to jump me nearly every day. Didn't take no for an answer. Then James visited, and she finally found a new obsession."

I laughed. "Let me guess: she was a fan girl? Sons of Harry Potter and all?"

"Actually, she's a muggle. Lives in our neighbourhood." He frowned, his fingers pausing in my hair. "I hope Luke knows that. He broke up with Brown because she hates Quidditch."

"He probably doesn't."

He groaned again. "Of course not." We sat up and he pulled me closer, dropping another kiss on my lips. "I want to give you a tour of this place. Just you and me."

"Al, I already know this place pretty well -"

"A better one," he promised, his smile suddenly becoming mischievous. Al leaned and kissed me again, smiling against my lips. "I really missed you," he said under his breath, and I kissed him slowly in response.

Wow. We're a couple of hormonal, sappy teenagers.

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. "Let's start!" As we left the room, Al leading the way, my eye caught on something. I giggled.

As fine as Al's arse is, I don't think it's supposed to glow.