A/N: Erm...hi. Me again. Well, this kind of snowballed, I have never ever had such a positive response-every single one of you wanted another chapter! So this is it, I've incorporated a sort of ironic twist...see if you can find what it is... and happy reading!

"You're senile! Senile! With a bloody capital C!" James screeched at his cousin from his broomstick, which was currently hovering five feet above the kitchen counter. Rose shook her head, making her curls bounce everywhere. "I'm sixteen, and nearly of age. I can do whatever the bloody hell I want. And senile is spelled with an "s" and means someone who is going insane because of age, not someone like me."

"You clearly aren't in your right mind, Rose! It's bloody dangerous!" he said, brushing the tie wrapped around around his head away from his eyes.

"May I point out that I'm not the one standing on my very unstable broomstick, bare chested, with my school tie wrapped around my head five feet above the pie my mother slaved five hours for. Ruin it and she'll kill you, Jem."

"I know." he shrugged casually. "So I'm insane. And you just said you're less insane then I am, which doesn't automatically translate to sane. And don't call me Jem."

Rose stared at him. "Did I just hear something mildly intellectual come out of James Potter's mouth? I must have witnessed a miracle." The sardonic line brought back a pleasant memory from before, and she knew just what to do.

"James, if you tell my mum that I'm teaching myself to Apparate, I will make sure that they know about your drunken endeavors to enter the girls dorm."

"WHAT? I've never gotten sloshed in my life-"

"-because that crate of firewhisky just evaporated, right?"

"Oh shut up. So fine, I might have snuck a crate or two out of Honeydukes. But I've never tried to get into the girls dorm!"

Rose smirked. "Who do you think they'll believe? Me or you?"

"Oh, you wench. You should've been sorted into Slytherin!"

"Stop being a drama queen. Honestly, Jem."

James swung down from the broom, hanging from his knees and stuck his tongue out at her. "I'll make sure they know about Scorpius Malfoy."

"What?"

"How you were found after dark that day by Al behind that Muggle ice cream shop, snogging the living daylights out of Malfoy."

"You wouldn't! What a lie! I wasn't snogging him! I wasn't even touching him!"

"Who do you think Uncle Ron'll believe? Me or you?"

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~Rani