Birthday Wishes Always Come True
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, and any similarities with real life is purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, recreational drug use, nudity, etc.), and violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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By the time September the first rolled around, Lily was tanned, thanks to her potion, she'd grown another inch, and to her absolute delight, her boobs grew a whole cup size from when she'd last bought real bras for school. Of course, on the day of heading off to Hogwarts, the house was in an uproar. Albus hadn't packed properly and Ginny was shouting a list of what he absolutely needed at him while her father tried to contain the insanity. Lily sat on her trunk, packed and ready, and poked another couple Owl Treats in for Albus's owl Leona. Once they got to King's Cross, Lily got her trunk loaded and jumped back down to talk to her parents, who were halfway through giving Albus a lecture on what was and was not appropriate school behaviour. Lily caught sight of her cousin Rose and hurried over, smiling and waving.
Rose looked slightly deflated but smiled back, and then Lily realized why. She'd been talking covertly to Scorpius Malfoy, and the newly appointed Head Boy and Head Girl seemed all of a sudden very irritated by her presence. Lily avoided looking at Scorpius, and hugged Rose.
"I have to go back to Mum and Dad, but I just wanted to say congrats on being made Head Girl, Rosie, that's amazing!" She smiled widely and her cousin's blue eyes oozed relief Lily had caught the nonverbal cues.
"Thanks, girl," she murmured, squeezing Lily briefly.
"If you ever give me a detention, I'll take it back," she vowed and kissed her cousin's cheek. "I know you'll be great at it, though," she added.
Rose beamed, looking even more lovely than normal with her sparkling blue eyes and coppery auburn curls that seemed very well tamed today. She thought of her own messy bun atop her head. Not a good look.
Lily moved away, feeling eyes on her, and then scowled down the platform when she heard the loud, pompous, arrogant voice of her least favourite Prefect. She quickly went back to her parents, Albus having slunk off, and hugged and kissed them both goodbye before sweet talking some pocket money for the train ride from them. She boarded, waved as they chugged slowly out of the station toward another school year, and went to go sit with some friends from her year.
Once on the train the time passed amicably as she laughed and gossiped with her dorm mates and they caught her up on their summers. "So how was yours?" Faith Pellard asked. Her twin, Hope, was flicking through Witch Weekly.
"It was alright," Lily said. "Kind of boring." She hadn't gone away anywhere or done much besides read and tan.
"You got a good tan. Did that Golden Bronze Potion end up working then?" Cheryl Graves, the other Fifth Year Gryffindor girl in their compartment asked.
"Oh yeah, it worked awesome," Lily said. "I don't think it's going to last, though," she sighed. "It was even darker two weeks ago."
"Did your brother's sex-pot best friend come over during the break?" Hope asked, tossing her magazine aside as Faith looked out of the compartment for the lunch trolley, grinning. Hope had had a crush on Malfoy since Third Year. Lily smirked, thinking back to the kiss they'd shared.
"He did," the redhead confirmed. "He always does."
"Lucky," Hope sighed. "He got made Head Boy, you know."
"I heard," Lily replied. "Wait, who's the Prefect for us, then?" Hope and Faith shared a look of disgust and Cheryl's lip curled.
"Five guesses," Cheryl said darkly, her brown eyes lined in black rolling as she painted her nails a deep crimson.
Lily made a face. It had to be the fifth Gryffindor Fifth Year girl, the girl who thought herself better than Lily and the rest. Matilda Matthews. "Ugh, figures."
"She's such a goody good," Faith said, looking over her shoulder. "She's going to be such a buzz kill this year, too. Godric, remember last year when we got that bottle of Firewhiskey after Lily's incident?"
The redhead frowned at mention of the incident. Her dorm mates had indeed held a pity party after her heartbreak the morning after Hank Zipzer outed her lack of virginity, and the fifth girl in their dorm, Matilda, had tried to get them in trouble for having illegal liquor in the dorm. "She's such a dork," Hope said nastily, tossing her long blonde hair. Her identical twin sat back down beside her.
"And the power has already gone to her head," Cheryl added quietly. "Saw her just after I boarded, and my Godric, she was already going on and on about how there was going to be a lot more cracking down on rules this year."
Lily frowned. "She needs to get a life," the redhead grumbled, frowning at a hangnail.
"You should try the same thing, Potter," drawled a familiar, breathy voice from the compartment door. Matilda Matthews, her new Prefect badge shining on her chest, stood there, already in her school robes, looking smug and superior.
Lily rolled hazel eyes. "Yeah?" she asked. "Maybe I will."
Matilda narrowed her eyes at Lily. "And remember, Potter, since you'll be living with a Prefect now, I'll be keeping an eye out for trouble."
The Pellard twins shared a dark looked and Cheryl mimed cutting her wrists. The redhead bit back her laugh. "That's so good to know, Matthews," Lily said brightly, and the other girl looked suspicious. "Like seriously, I was getting really worried there'd be no one around to watch our backs. Thank Godric we have you."
Matilda shot her a dirty look. "Then you're welcome," she said. "I have to go patrol the corridors."
"Avada Kedavra me now," Lily grumbled.
Once they got to the castle and the Great Hall, Lily was feeling less hostile toward her new Prefect dorm mate, but only a little. Then she noticed her cousin Hugo had been made a Prefect as well. "Ew," she teased, pointing across the table and down the few seats from where she sat to him. "Hugo, is that for real?"
"Course," her cousin said, smirking. "Some of us don't just slide by with a famous last name, y'know," he teased and the redhead laughed and flipped him off.
"Have fun prowling the castle on patrols with Matthews," Lily shot back. Matilda had had a crush on Hugo since Second Year, and Lily knew he could barely stand her, although he was too nice to be outright mean to her.
His mouth turned down. "Bitch," he grumbled. After the Sorting, which Lily only half paid attention to, Matilda swooped along with Hugo to lead the new Gryffindors up to the common room and Lily and her other dorm mates went up a much less scenic, more direct route.
She got to the portrait hole and then realized they didn't have the new password. "Persnickety is the password," said a familiar voice and Lily heard three sharp intakes of breath from her dorm mates and caught a whiff of cologne. "Can I talk to you for a second, Little Potter?"
Cheryl and the twins gave her significant looks as the Fat Lady swung open at the password to admit them. Lily hung back, moving into a little alcove down the corridor with Scorpius. "What's up?" she asked in a brave attempt at nonchalance. Her heartbeat was racing and her mouth felt dry and she was suddenly far too aware of her arms and how they just kind of flopped to her sides. She folded them over her chest.
"I wanted to ask your advice about something," he murmured, edging further into the alcove as the sound of approaching First Years came from the floor below.
"Sure," she said. "What?"
His mouth flashed up in a brief smile. "I was thinking of asking your cousin Rose out," he said and Lily felt a sharp jolt of hot jealousy then a stab of disappointment. So the kiss really hadn't meant anything. Her mouth hardened a little, but she shrugged.
"Okay," she said evenly, pushing her initial reactions to this news aside.
Scorpius looked at her, his grey eyes assessing. "Would that be weird for you? Just 'cause I know you're friends and cousins or whatever."
Lily forced a shrug again. It bothered her a lot, but she wasn't going to let her own pettiness ruin something good for Rose. "Not really. Why would that be weird? If you like her, ask her out," she said blandly.
Scorpius's eyes narrowed for a beat, but then he grinned. "Good to know, Little Lily. See you around."
He departed and she huffed out a tiny sigh, then went into the common room after the little crowd of First Years, slipping around them, avoiding Matilda, and sat with her friends.
"What was that all about?" Hope demanded as soon as she'd sat. Lily rolled her eyes.
"Apparently he's going to ask my cousin Rose out." Lily glanced across the common room, but didn't spot Rose yet. Maybe she was being asked out right now. The redhead sucked in a breath, telling herself firmly she didn't care.
"Boo," Hope sighed.
After the first week back at classes, Lily was regretting taking as many extra classes as she had back in Third Year. Friday afternoon, she was sitting in Trelawney's tower room, half dozing, trying to focus in the stuffy, heavily perfumed warmth of the classroom. It was still nice weather outside, the sky an inviting blue, the grass very green so far below. Lily smothered a yawn and almost cried with relief when the last bell rang and the weekend officially began.
"Fuck, I'm going to fail Divination so bad," she grumbled to Cheryl, who looked as sleepy as she felt. "That room makes me want to sleep, not gaze into a crystal ball."
Cheryl nodded in agreement as they trudged back to Gryffindor Tower.
They were just turning into the corridor down to the Fat Lady's portrait when someone tapped Lily on the shoulder. "Got a second?" Scorpius asked when she turned.
The redhead bit her lip. She did, and she wasn't fool enough to turn down a private chit chat with Scorpius Malfoy, but she'd just heard the news that morning that Scorpius and Rose had hooked up. And indeed, she'd seen them in the Great Hall that morning, holding hands as they walked in, her beaming, him looking smug, and their brief but heated-looking kiss before they parted ways to sit at their respective House tables. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't jealous. "Um, I guess," she said, and Cheryl lifted her brows. "I'll catch you up in a sec," Lily said, and followed Scorpius back around the corner a ways. "What?" she asked without preamble once he stopped walking and turned to her.
A blond brow lifted. "Why so grouchy?" he drawled, smirking down at her. The redhead pursed her mouth.
"You never go out of your way to come talk to me, and my friends are getting suspicious," Lily replied without thinking, trying to rein in her jealousy that Scorpius had quite obviously picked Rose over her.
"Suspicious of what?" he asked, smirking wider. Lily frowned.
"Never mind. What d'you want?"
He shrugged. "Just wondering if you want to come for a smoke with me later. Maybe then you'll stop being such a grouch."
Before the redhead could stop herself, she found herself saying, with a hint of jealousy no less, "Why not ask Rose?" She almost bit her tongue out after the words had escaped and cursed herself mentally.
To her surprise, Scorpius grinned. "She's on patrol tonight. And she doesn't smoke at school anyway. At least not since being made Head Girl." He rolled grey eyes. "So is that a no, then?"
Lily shrugged. "When?" she asked, because she couldn't help the trickle of satisfaction that came from being around him. Even if she was only the second option.
"Meet me at eight thirty behind Greenhouse Three."
Lily nodded. "Sure. See you then."
He smirked and tugged playfully at a hank of her dark red hair that had fallen out of her bun. "And seriously, Little Potter, put some damn pants on," he said. She frowned, looking down at herself. Why did he keep saying that? And she hated the uniform pants, they weren't cut to fit her long lean frame properly, unless she wanted floods.
"What are you talking about?" she snapped. Her skirts weren't even as short as her other dorm mates', although they were altered up from the standard length.
He shook his head. "I'm talking about most of my Quidditch team agreeing you got hot over the summer and Al threatening to curse them all if they didn't shut up about it. Do me a favour so I don't have to play referee, and cover your shit up." He turned away, leaving her shocked, mouth parted. "See you at eight thirty."
Lily told her friends she was going to study, and got down to the Greenhouses in the gathering twilight a little early. To her surprise, there was someone else there, a Ravenclaw Sixth Year she was pretty sure was named Horace Carmichael.
"Lily Potter?" he said, smirking a bit, eyes roving over her. "You must be lost."
She frowned at the slim, dark haired youth who was only maybe an inch taller than her five foot eight. "I think you must be lost," she returned. "This is a school and didn't you fail all your OWLs, Carmichael?"
He smiled at her, and Lily had to suck in a breath, because he looked good, damn good, when he smiled. She only knew Carmichael to see him, and he had a reputation as a lazy stoner who mostly flew under the radar. She recalled that Hank Zipzer had loathed him, saying he 'brought down' the Ravenclaw image of intelligence. Who would have thought under that mop of dark hair that flopped over his forehead and eyes was a killer smile like that? "Ouch, Potter," he drawled.
To the redhead's relief, Scorpius sauntered over, moving into the shadows beside Carmichael. "Sorry I'm late," the blond wizard said politely, and held out a bag of Galleons. Carmichael pulled a bag from his pocket and tossed it over. Scorpius caught it easily with Chaser reflexes.
"She gonna fink?" Carmichael mumbled, jerking his chin at Lily.
"Hopefully not," Scorpius replied.
Carmichael gave her another once over, shrugged, and melted into the shadows and away. Scorpius gestured Lily closer, and she watched in fascination as he quickly rolled a joint, trying not to be obvious as she watched his tongue dart out to wet the paper. When he sat down on the grass, she moved to sit beside him. He sparked up the joint and puffed, then passed it to her.
"We could get in a lot of trouble if we get caught," she mumbled.
Scorpius grinned. "Yup. Good thing I know Carmichael's not going to rat us out."
"He has a nice smile," Lily said, puffing and then passed the joint back. Scorpius paused with it halfway to his mouth.
"What?"
"That Carmichael guy. He smiled at me, and you wouldn't think so, but he's got a really great smile. Nice teeth and a really cute dimple on the left side." She giggled. "Well, I guess his right, but left when you look at it."
Scorpius took a long drag, and held it in, then blew it out. "What, you have a crush on him or something?"
Lily snorted, accepting the joint from him. "No. Just commenting on his face." She cast a sideways look at the blond. "Why do you care?" she teased.
"I don't," he said automatically.
"Good," Lily said. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked after a long silence. He passed her the joint but she waved it away. "Too small for me."
He took one last puff and outed it, then Vanished the butt. "Sure."
"A personal question?" she pushed.
Scorpius laughed. "Sure, Little Potter. Ask away. But I might not answer." She grinned.
"Fair enough." She hesitated, fiddling with the sleeve of her cardigan, then summoned her supposed Gryffindor courage. "After everyone found out about...last year. The broom closet thing," she said, blushing. "Was…? Do you think people think I'm easy now?" she blurted out, hoping he would say no.
Scorpius didn't answer immediately. "I think a lot of guys assumed it, yeah," he admitted at last. "But most of them, at least that I know, just think it sucks you got a shit deal, really." Lily frowned a little at that. "And from what I heard, a lot of the girls just felt bad you had to deal with the fallout afterward."
"Yeah," she mumbled.
"It's not a big deal, y'know," he added after a long pause.
"It's definitely a big deal," she disagreed. "I now have the reputation of being the girl who got deflowered in a broom closet like an idiot," she mumbled.
Scorpius chuckled and she glared. "Sorry," he said softly. "I'm not laughing at you, Little Potter. That just sounded funny. No one says deflowered anymore. But it's not a big deal, because now any guy you date won't feel the pressure to live up to any standards." Lily pushed him and stood up, because that was rude. She had standards!
"Screw you, Malfoy," she mumbled.
"Come on, Lily, you know what I meant." He got up and kept pace with her as she headed back up to the castle. "Obviously you have standards. But honestly, could it be any worse if you did it again with someone else, even in a broom closet?"
Lily merely glared at him, stifling the little bubble of happiness as he went up the stairs with her, clearly intending to walk her back to her common room. "I guess," she said grudgingly after awhile.
"For the record, I don't think you're easy because some loser played you, Lily," he added as they turned into the corridor that lead to the Fat Lady. She smiled a little.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"No worries. Tomorrow night, same time and place?" he asked as they approached the Fat Lady.
"Sure," she said. "See you then."
"Bye, Little Potter."
When Lily got back to her dorm, the Pellard twins were counting their money, wondering if they could convince Harold Winkler to sell them some illicit whiskey for less than the going price. "Lily," Hope said as the redhead got her pyjamas ready, "we need two Galleons, four Sickles to get a bottle of 'shine. You want to chip in and we'll give you some?" she asked.
Lily shrugged, giggling a bit. "Sure. But if it gets confiscated, you two owe me," she said. Faith frowned.
"Fine," they said in unison, and Lily got the money from her trunk and tossed it in the pile. "Cheers!" Hope said and Lily grinned.
"Are you fucking stoned?" Faith asked, sniffing, and Lily looked away guiltily.
"No," she said defensively.
Hope sniffed too, then got up off her sister's bed and came closer, still sniffing. "She sure smells like it," the blonde witch said, grinning. Faith grinned at her too.
"Where did you get it?" the older twin demanded, also getting up off the bed.
"Nowhere," Lily said. "A friend. I'm going to go shower."
Hope rolled her eyes, looking at her sister. "Wow, Lily's a closet stoner."
"I know," Faith said grinning. "Shocking. C'mon, let's go pay Winkler so we can get the hooch by Hogsmeade weekend."
Lily shook her head and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't think the Pellard twins would fink on her to anyone, and if worse came to worse, at least she had the illegal booze blackmail card.
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