Summary: It's Christmas at the Burrow and Lily is curious. Luckily, Rose seems to have the answers.
Rating: T
Word count: 611
A/N: This is not betaed; all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own. All characters and anything else which may be copyrighted belong to J. and whoever else it belongs to.
It was Christmas time at the Burrow and everyone was starting to wind down, after a day of bustling around, tweaking the decorations and making sure everyone had a bed to sleep on. The smallest room had always belonged to Ginny, barely fitting a single bed into it. Now, with people crammed in left, right and centre the Burrow was even fuller than it had been all those years ago.
Lily, who had recently turned eleven, held her acceptance letter in her hands, crumpled and creased from the sheer amount of times she had read it. Finger prints dirtying the pages, both her own and those of the boys who had been degnombing the garden at the time she had shown it to them. Secretly, she was glad her birthday was in September -although she did wish it was that little bit earlier, early enough for her to have gone the year before- because it meant she could show off her letter whilst Hugo had to wait, and as much as her family tried to include everyone, they couldn't help but shadow over her.
"Lily" Rose whispered from the other end of the bed, where she sat crossed legged, looking down at her cousin sprawled across the bed "Lily" She hissed, a little louder and with far more emphasis causing the girl to startle.
"Yes, Rosie?" She murmured back, smiling as the other girl shifted closer to her, close enough to brush away those few stray strands of red hair.
"I wish I had your hair" Lily sighed enviously
"My hair? Whatever do you want my hair for? Yours is pretty, mine is just plain" Lily couldn't disagree more, the dimmed room seeming to add to this feeling, and the tension. It wasn't the uncomfortable sort of tension, no, it was calming and everything seemed to move just that bit slower.
"Although, I did want to ask you, have you got a boyfriend?" Rose asked, her confidence dwindling slightly as she approached the end of the sentence.
"No, no, not yet" Lily replied, shaking her head "Unfortunately" She added quietly, waiting to see if Rose had heard, but the other girl gave to reply, and there was an air of expectancy lingering around, until Lily realised she should ask if Rosie had a boyfriend.
"Yeah, I have one" As a Weasley red started to engulf her face, creeping up from her neck
"What's it like" Lily asked, sure the excitement she felt lined her voice.
Rose appeared to be more than a little disgruntled as she exclaimed "Many people think it's weird because we kiss, it's not like we're all out snogging or anything"
"Oh, what is kissing like?"
"It's like, it's like... Well, it's nice" Frown lines set into her face
"Rosie, don't frown like that, you'll end up stuck like it!" Lily giggled
"Don't be silly, Lily." There was a pause "Lily?"
"Yes, Rosie"
"Do you want me to show you?" The girl seemed confident, so, Lily gave a glance towards the door and assented.
Suddenly the tiny roomed seemed far darker, and Rose seemed to move at a snail's pace as her lips drew closer to Lily's. "Don't do anything, okay?" She murmured, close enough for Lily to smell the perfume the other girl wore, -lavender scented, unlike her namesake,- so near she could feel the warm breath against her own lips, and slowly, after what seemed like a millennia and a half, Rose's lips finally pressed themselves to hers. They were warm, and lip-like, it wasn't as amazing as people had always made out she thought as her lips moved against the brunette's, a smile forming on them, but it was certainly nice.