AN: Hey all! This will be a series of entirely random, completely unrelated one-shots in response to NeonDomino's 2016 Monthly Prompt List Challenge: January.

In an effort to combat writer's block and explore new territory, I will touch on pairings I never thought to write about and scenarios I otherwise wouldn't have wanted to write about. At the beginning of each chapter, I will list the prompt and the pairing/characters, genre, and rating I used to answer it. Unless otherwise explicitly stated, these will be [short] one-shots that I have no intention of pursuing into a full-fledged story. If a chapter strikes your fancy and ignites an idea in you that you want to pursue into a story, just let me know and I will happily let you take these half-formed ideas and run with them (just let me know so I can later stalk your story if you decide to post it!).

Prompt: [Quote] "She looks like a librarian!"/"Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?"/"Well, she was wearing clothes if that's what you mean!" ~ Supernatural

Characters: Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy

Genre: Friendship/romance

Rating: K+

Shoes to Fill

Lily hunched over her work, staring determinedly at the textbook she was supposed to be reading. Unfortunately for her, her mind was a million miles away; fantasizing about a place in which she wasn't the daughter of the most famous wizard alive. Not that she didn't love her father dearly, but she couldn't escape the hope of a simpler life.

It wasn't fair. Harry James Potter hadn't much of a chance at a normal life. He'd saved the world at such a young age, and then had grown up in the shadow of his accomplishments as a baby. He had a target on his back his whole life. He'd cried and bled and sacrificed everything so she could have the perfect life. They learned about it all in class. Her father was a hero to the world.

She wished he could be a hero to only her.

Lily Luna Potter loved her father dearly. In truth, he was her hero in ways that had nothing to do with how he'd saved the world. He taught her how to ride a broom; how to punch a boy who'd insulted her; how to laugh; how to cry. She loved him with every piece of her heart. She just wished he wasn't so notorious. Everywhere they went, people wanted his autograph. The press followed her around constantly, cameras always flashing in her face no matter what her parents tried to do about it. She'd had articles printed about her even before she got to Hogwarts.

Would she be like her mother?

Would she be a trouble maker like her father?

Would she live up to Lily Evans, a grandmother she'd never met and whose name she bore?

Would it be possible for her to distinguish herself with such a rich and famous family tree?

Lily Potter didn't want to be distinguished. She just wanted to be herself. To live her life without constantly being compared to people who'd come before her. Was it truly so much to ask? None of her siblings seemed to mind the extra attention. Albus constantly preened, finding no difficulty living up to the names Harry had given him. Albus Severus Potter was as brilliant as brilliant could be, and on track to outshine even Rose Weasley for brains.

What is wrong with me? She hated studying. She wanted nothing more than to be out on the Quidditch pitch or out flying over the Forbidden Forest. But she had to study. Had to keep up with the expectations people had of her. She couldn't disappoint her family. She couldn't shame her father by breaking every rule in the book or flunking out.

Sniggering from behind her drew Lily from her melancholy thoughts. She didn't look up from her books, though she turned her attention to the masculine laughter. Who were they making fun of today?

"She looks like a librarian!" One of them—was it Elliot Hoesteller?—laughed.

"Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?" Definitely Elliot if Scorpius Malfoy was involved. Those two were practically joined at the hip. Lily heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. They were making fun of her undoubtedly.

"Well she was wearing clothes if that's what you mean!" Elliot cackled. "Definitely yours, mate!"

"Don't be so sure." Scorpius boasted. The pair made their way through the library. Lily was able to see them through her bangs. They weren't looking her way at all. Perhaps they hadn't noticed her sitting here alone. Perhaps she was simply being paranoid. Maybe such a paranoia about Malfoys was inheritable. She knew her father's track record very well.

"So." She jumped, startled to find Scorpius Malfoy leaning against her table.

"Hi?" Lily blinked a few times, confused. Elliot was nowhere to be seen.

"Why are you always alone?"

"Really Malfoy?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "I'm studying."

"Sounds boring." He settled into the chair opposite her, blue eyes intense.

"A bit." Lily allowed, looking back to the textbook she'd been dreaming over. She didn't even remember what subject it was.

"Why do you waste your time with it?" Scorpius wondered.

"I like passing classes, Malfoy."

"That's not what I meant." He shook his head slightly. "Why waste your time trying to live up to your parents and grandparents? Seems like an awful lot of pointless effort."

"You wouldn't understand." Lily said coolly. "My parents saved the world."

"And mine tried to destroy it." Scorpius rolled his eyes. "I'm told often enough. Believe me, I have the speech memorized."

"We have an agreement, you and I." She reminded him, leaning forward and lacing her fingers together under her chin. "Or have you forgotten that we're supposed to pretend the other doesn't exist? You made that deal with James first, and it applies to anyone with the last name of Potter and Weasley. Malfoy."

"But why?" Scorpius leaned forward as well, eyes glittering. "I'm not brainwashed like my father. I've no quarrel with muggle borns. Just because our parents hate each other doesn't mean we're destined to do the same."

"Doesn't it?"

"Not at all, dear girl."

"I still don't like you." Lily said flatly, shaking her head.

"I don't care." Scorpius said simply. She stared at him, shocked nearly speechless. She blinked a few times, waiting for him to take it back or change his words. "I don't care." He repeated.

"Am I to automatically like you now?" She snorted.

"No, but you will go flying with me."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I've seen you down at the pitch plenty of times after hours." Scorpius informed her tartly. "I know you love flying, and I can't get anyone to go with me. Elliot is too busy chasing after his librarian girl to care, and so few will even speak to me."

"So you'll amend that by using my name to buy your favor?" Lily nearly laughed at him. "Believe me, Malfoy, I've had plenty of people trying to befriend me for no better reason than my last name being 'Potter' to be able to spot it from a mile off. Not that I'm not flattered, but you're not fooling me."

"Forget last names." He pressed. "Haven't you ever wished you were born to nobody? Does it never get tiresome to have your family's legacy hanging over you?" Lily didn't trust herself to answer. "Just fly with me. You look like you could use a break anyway."

"On one condition."

"Name it."

"Who's the girl Elliot was talking about?"

"Rose Weasley." Scorpius smirked. "He doesn't stand a chance."

"Indeed he doesn't." Lily laughed, rising without another thought. What did it matter if tomorrow's headline in the Prophet was all about her going out to the Quidditch pitch with Scorpius Malfoy? It wasn't like taking a few laps around the field was automatically a date. And hell, she might have even said yes if he wanted it to be one. Her parents had rammed unity into her head so much that it would almost be perfect to start dating Scorpius Malfoy.

Lily couldn't help but smirk as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. She could do much worse, at least in the looks department. Perhaps she'd even try to woo him into asking her out. Play hard to get so he thought it was all his idea. There were worse forms of amusement.