Chapter 1

She glanced around the dark room, quickly realizing that there were very few faces she didn't recognize. She smiled to herself; one more of these places almost conquered. Her love for mysteries started as a child when her mother would read her detective stories and continued into her teen years as she read murder cases and novels. She liked to consider herself a detective, although not the murder solving type. She solved people mysteries, mainly in romance settings. She was not a slag, although by the number of men she had courted throughout her life one may think she was. Her interests were purely intellectual, and she had only uncovered the complete physical mystery of one man; Lysander Scamander back in her seventh year at Hogwarts. He had been her greatest mystery to date.

She was purely interested in the variety of men in the world. She figured every man had a tragic secret, every man had a soft side, and every man had something he was proud of above all else. Once she solved these mysteries, however, the man no longer held her interest. Lysander had been a challenging subject, and for a while she thought she would not grow tired of him even after she had completely unraveled him. But, just like all others, once the mystery was over there was no interest. Perhaps it was because none of these men were really up to her standards, or maybe it was because of her fear of commitment that she kept turning them down. Now that she was older, it had become more of a game.

It seemed that this would be her last night in this particular venue. Of the few faces she did not recognize, none looked remotely interesting. However, the greatest mystery places like this held was the true identity of the stranger. Due to the nature of the enchantment each guest is required to perform on themselves before entering, people can only recognize each other if they are of direct kin or if they have figured out their respective identities. Luckily for her, just because she figured out the identity of her conquests did not mean that they knew her identity. Oh how they would squirm if they knew who she really was.

Perhaps this is why she was really interested in mysteries; she liked to be considered one herself. Being the daughter of Harry Potter meant that many people in the wizarding world thought they knew your entire life story. That meant they either found you extremely boring or predictable, or they only wanted to get to know you because of your father. Lily Luna Potter wanted a man who would take the time to figure out who she really was...if they could hold her interest long enough to find out.

A drink appeared on the bar in front of her. She looked around and saw a man with shaggy brown hair smile at her. She smiled back and drank the drink, only after discretely transfiguring it to be water. The man was Derek Longbottom, and she had found him out after her first time at the club. Lily sighed and skimmed the dancing wizards for her two cousins, Dominique and Rose Weasley.

She found Rose first, her curly brown hair glistening in the dim light. She had been dancing with Ben Wood all evening. He was a decent guy, from what Lily knew, otherwise she would have warned her cousin. She looked over her cousin's outfit, and sighed. Even though Rose was two years older than Lily, she still insisted on borrowing from Lily's closet. She recognized her short sleeved, v-neck black cotton dress immediately. At least Rose had enough fashion sense to snag the matching studded belt to cinch her waist, as well as a pair of black leggings and silver bangles to pull the look together.

Not too far from Rose was Lily's cousin Dominique. Dom was the same age as Lily and was perfectly capable of buying her own fashionable clothes for nights out. She wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a gray tank top, and a lacy gray and black floral over tank. Her brilliant blond hair was left down in soft ringlets, and Lily could tell she was not holding back her Veela magic; there was quite a sizable group of men surrounding her, and everyone else seemed to be stealing frequent glances.

Well, everyone except for a man sitting a bit further down the bar from her that she had not noticed until now. He had sleek blond hair and was wearing black pants with a gray button down shirt that brought out the striking gray of his eyes. He looked very unfamiliar to her, meaning they had not met before, or at least not while under the special enchantment.

The debate started in her head as she slid off of her stool and walked to the bathroom. He was rather attractive, yet that didn't mean he would be a very promising mystery. She had cracked equally attractive men in one date. Well, not equally attractive. He was certainly a solid 10, and Lily was very strict on her number policy.

She used her wand to touch up her smoky eyeshadow and to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress. She was very happy with her choice for the evening. The dress was very tight against her body, falling to her mid thigh. It was a very tasteful configuration of gray fabric, with black floral lace draped along her middle, and another black lace layer which formed the capped sleeves. On her arms she wore long, black, fingerless gloves which almost met with the lace capped sleeves of her dress. She wore her favorite floral white and black sheer leggings and black open toed heels. Her hair was left down in loose curls and she chose her make up to give her green eyes an added pop.

After she was thoroughly pleased with her appearance, she walked back out of the restroom. This time, she passed her previous place at the bar. She noticed the blond looking at her from his seat, and she shot him a tantalizing grin before walking onto the dance floor. She allowed a few men (Ryan Thomas, Theo Howard, and Don Greengrass) have a few dances with her, all the while shooting glances at the blond man at the bar.

After a few dances, she lost sight of him and he had not come to claim her. This disappointed Lily slightly, she thought he looked like a promising prospect. Just as those thoughts entered her head, she felt a pair of cold hands grasp her waist from behind. "You look even more bored than you did at the bar, Red," a silky voice whispered in her ear.

Lily tried to hide her shiver as they continued to dance. "Do you come her often?" she asked, maneuvering herself so they were facing each other.

"I don't recognize anyone in this room if that's what you mean," he responded, pulling her closer to his body.

Lily could smell his cologne. It was unlike any other she had smelled before. "You're the opposite of me then," she said.

"So you are the one they refer to as 'Queen,'" he stated.

Lily shrugged. "If they are throwing around a name like that, it must refer to me. I know all, but none know me."

"Must get rather boring," he said, dragging his cheek to touch hers as he whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm," she sighed as his scent washed over her. Who was this guy?

He pulled away, smiling. He grasped her hand and pulled her back over to the bar area where he ordered her a drink. This time, she did not turn it to water. "I propose a game," he said, swirling his own dark drink.

"Oh? And what kind of game do you proposed," Lily asked, leaning towards him.

"I'm guessing since you are the Queen of this place that you like a challenge, and that you like to unravel people; their secrets, their past, and who they are," he started, staring at her. "I also gather that since you are still here talking to me that you are at least mildly interested in what makes me tick. I would be lying if I said I wasn't rather intrigued by you," he continued.

Lily nodded, indicating that he should continue. "We will see each other five times, and each meeting will be a date of discovery of one another," he said, smiling.

Lily raised her eyebrows. "I'm intrigued. Conditions?"

His smile widened. "The same enchantment we cast on ourselves before entering this club must be performed before we meet each time. I will take care of our first meeting. We will each bring a list of questions or answers we seek while figuring someone out," he said, standing up. "Do you agree?" he asked, raising his glass.

"Cheers," Lily replied, raising her own to his.

They each downed their drink. He finished before she did, and she heard a clink as something hit the bar in front of her. She looked down to see a charm in the shape of a snake. "When this turns green, you will be able to read the date, time, and place of our meeting. I have a similar token. To respond, hold the charm at eye level and speak clearly. I will get the message," he said.

Lily picked up the charm and examined it closely before conjuring a silver chain to hang it around her neck. She looked up to find that the man had gone. She smiled to herself. Whoever he was, he sure knew how to get her going.

A/N: This fic is based off an idea that has been developing in my head for the past few weeks. I hope you enjoy! Images for this chapter can be found at .com/albums/a419/daffodildreamer/The%20Rule%20of%20Five/ (link also in profile just in case!)

ps. Yes, I will still be updating my other Lily/Scorpius fic, no plans to abandon!