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"So…" Al looked at me barely concealing his grin.
"Ummm…." I looked around the room wildly. What do I ask first?
"Was it hot?" I blurted out.
Judging by Roxanne's snort and Al's disgusted expression, it was definitely the wrong question to start off with.
"Ewww Lily, seeing it was bad enough. I really don't want to discuss it," Al said as he mimed vomiting and Roxanne giggled.
"Sorry, wait…oh my god…does James know?" I asked incredibly worried. He would never forgive me if he knew.
"No, I was the only one who saw you two going at it. Mum sent me to get some butterbeer for Hugo," Al's nose screwed up apparently disgusted at the very thought of me and Luke together. Did it really look that bad? Was I not doing it right?
I remember me and Roxanne talking late into the night in our third year about what our perfect first kiss would be like. Roxanne wanted to have a grand gesture preferably in front of lots of people.
In reality it happened in a game of spin the bottle behind the greenhouses in fourth year to an over eager Alex McLaggen.
Me, with my ridiculous notions of romance, refused to play, set on being swept off my feet. But, I guess that went out the door when I stepped into that pantry with one incredibly good looking Luke Wood.
"Okay, first things first. Do not, under any circumstances, tell anyone especially James. Second of all, Albus, don't tell James."
At his look of indignation I held up a hand to stop him from speaking. "Come on Al, we all know that James and you, as much as you two fight, are really close and you tell James everything. But please, please do not tell him this?"
Al, his face set in a slight scowl nodded, his glasses becoming even more lopsided with the sudden movement.
I studied his face trying to see if he was lying and I found myself distracted by past memories.
With his messy black hair and thin face, he so closely resembled our dad, it was ridiculous. James and I had tried to convince him when we were younger that he was a magical test tube baby, and he was just a clone of our father. Needless to say he didn't take it too well and told mum. James and I ended up de-gnoming the garden for the entire afternoon while Al got to eat the rest of Grandma Weasley's mulberry pie.
Still, 'til this day, that memory remains one of my fondest; it was a rare thing for James and me ever to be a team. Usually it was always James and Al against me (though I had spectacular allies in Teddy and Roxanne). Don't get me wrong, I love my older brothers but most of the time they both can be right gits.
Finally deciding my middle brother would keep my secret, I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes still feeling awful.
Roxanne, who had been quiet though our whole discussion, broke the silence. "I don't even remember Luke being at the party last night."
"I bet you don't remember a lot of things," Al sniggered and in return, he got a hard punch in the shoulder from Roxanne. Seriously, Al should know better. Roxanne looks delicate, with her slight build and pretty face, but she packs a mean punch and could probably kick any one of my male cousin's or brother's arrogant arses.
She pulled back her arm to unleash another punch when Al hastily started to talk in fear of more pain.
"He and James showed up around ten, both of you were pretty gone by then," Al said, gingerly rubbing his shoulder.
"Is he still here? I mean did he sleep over?" I asked, extremely worried. I am in no shape to face something I don't even remember doing.
Al shrugged in response.
God, I hate boys and their non-informative body gestures. What the hell does a shrug mean?
"Okay, here is the plan Al. You run downstairs and check if he is here. I can smell mum making breakfast so everyone will be up soon enough."
Al sighed disgruntled but followed my order and walked out of my room. I turned to look at Roxanne who was wearing a rather odd expression.
"Talk to me Ro-ro?" I pleaded with her, desperate to know what my best friend thought about my completely and utterly messed up situation.
She hit me in the shoulder. "Don't call me that, you know I hate that name."
I smirked and crossed my legs on my bed, fingering the white lace bedspread. "But seriously, what do you think Roxy?"
"I think you are damn lucky that your first kiss was with one of the hottest boys at our school and not the acne covered McLaggen. That's what I think, Lil."
I shot her an exasperated look. "Ya? Well I can't even remember what it was like, thanks to stupid Muggle alcohol. I swear to God I am never drinking again."
Roxanne shook her silky head of dark hair in agreement. "Amen to that, cousin," and she high fived me.
"You guys are so lame," Albus said, announcing his return.
I jumped up off my bed and put my hands on my much taller brother's broad shoulders and shook him slightly. "So? Is he here?"
"Nope, in the clear little sis!" he replied, grinning down at me.
Feeling a little more confident, I walked with a new spring in my step down to my kitchen with Al and Roxanne following me.
As I walked, I mentally prepared myself for the expected tirade from my mother and the bashing from my eldest brother and god brother who I knew to be staying at our house for the last two weeks of the summer.
I took one step into the kitchen before coming to a dead stop, Roxanne and Albus running into me. Mum better be okay with only having two kids because I am going to absolutely murderAlbus Severus Potter.
Al lied. I was most definitely not in the clear. I was so out of the clear that I was in fog.
There, at my large oak kitchen table, next to a sleepy, navy haired Teddy Lupin was all six foot two of the gorgeous Luke Wood sitting in my kitchen. It was too late now; my sudden stop had caught everyone's attention.
I couldn't help it. I looked at Luke to see his reaction, his brilliant hazel eyes caught mine from underneath his dark curly hair making a shiver go up my spine. I smiled shyly and his cheeks turning a deep crimson before ducking his gaze. Shit. He thinks I am just some bloody giggly school girl just like the rest of them that follows him and my brother's group around.
My paranoid thoughts were interrupted by my very menacing looking mother, her hands on her hips and a bowl of pancake batter stirring behind her. Her face was furious and her red hair tied up messily in a bun.
"Lily Luna Potter. What were you thinking? Drinking at a family event! And Roxanne! You two girls are in for it drinking underage! And in my house? This better be the last time your lips ever touch alcohol until you are of age, do you hear me?"
Both Roxanne and I nodded mutely and sat across from Albus and James who were both sniggering into their pumpkin juices.
We all sat there in silence while my mum clattered around the kitchen, muttering things undoubtedly about my behavior.
She turned towards the table again with a spatula in her hand, waving it menacingly at me and my cousin. "And thank goodness it was a family event and you didn't do anything you might regret later!"
Me, Albus and Roxanne all looked down into our laps trying not to betray anything to my all-knowing mother. I swear she knows how to do Legilimency.
Luckily my father decided to make his entrance. Dressed in his Auror robes, he said his morning pleasantries and walked over to the bowl of pancake mix and sampled some of it.
My mum hit him sharply on the hand with her wooden spoon. "Harry! Just wait. Breakfast will be served shortly."
"Sorry, Gin," Dad laughed good naturedly, hooking an arm around my mother's waist, drawing her closer and leaning down and kissing her on the lips while she smiled.
James and Albus made gagging noises at our parents' public displays of affection and I exchanged a look with Teddy. A month ago I would have made the same sound effects but Teddy had enlightened me. We had sat on my swinging bench on my porch enjoying the warm summer night and talking about his engagement to Victorie which he had announced that night to our family.
"My only hope is that me and Vickie end up as happy as your parents are, Lil."
I didn't understand. Sure, I knew my parents were happily married with occasional spats over Quidditch and dad's apparent "hero complex" but I would not have based my relationship dreams on my parents of all people. Teddy seemed to understand my thoughts so he explained to me.
"Do you ever watch your mum and dad? Do you see the way your dad's eyes light up whenever Ginny smiles? Or the fact that out of anyone, your Dad is the one that makes her smile the most? That's love. Honestly, I would like to see myself as pretty perceptive and I don't think I have ever seen two people so in love. That's what I want. I mean how can you not see it?"
I hadn't seen it, but I watched and now that I do see it, I don't know how I could have ever missed it. My parents are more than heroes of the war; they are the epitome of true love. I know, corny, right? But I whole heartedly agreed with Teddy after that discussion. I, too, want what my parents have.
Mum served the pancakes out to us before sitting down next to my dad and engaging him in conversation. Soon my kitchen table returned to its regular level of noise and I just focused on avoiding Luke's gaze.
I was so absorbed in my avoidance plan that I missed that entire conversation that had captivated the entire table. My sluggish brain tried to clue me in to what they were talking about; I heard James mention Quidditch and figured they were discussing Gryffindor's chances at the cup.
I was avid about Quidditch. Our whole family was, really. I played seeker, my brother James and Albus were chasers, Luke was keeper and Roxanne and Fred were beaters. It was kind of ridiculous, actually. Only two people on the team weren't related to us, it seemed like the entire school was like that. I can never actually get away from my family.
"Lily, are you with us?" I heard Teddy call from across the table.
I snapped out of my reverie. "Ya, sorry, what were you saying?"
My dad answered my question. "What your thoughts were now that Scorpius Malfoy is on the Slytherin team and if he is as good a keeper as Wood here?"
I made the mistake to look at Luke. Bad idea. I lost all coherent thought and couldn't get words out of my mouth.
"What Lily? Kneezle got your tongue?" James asked me.
"No, but someone else did last night," Albus muttered in an undertone.
Luke started to cough violently on a piece of pancake he had just eaten while James, oblivious to the reason, absentmindedly patted him on the back, while I aimed a kick at Albus under the table and accidently kicked James in the knee who started to howl in pain while Teddy looked at me with one eye brow raised and suspicion clouding his face.
My mum managed to settle everyone down and allowed me time to thank God that only Luke, Roxanne, Teddy and I had heard Albus's snarky little comment.
After we had cleaned up the table. my mum sent me and Roxanne out to weed the garden as our punishment for underage drinking. Relieved at an excuse to leave Luke's presence, I grabbed Roxanne and practically dragged her out of the kitchen and into my overgrown and wild garden.
I loved this garden. It was not neat or orderly and probably would have driven Uncle Percy crazy but I agreed with dad when he said this is exactly what a garden should look like.
We plopped ourselves down on the slightly damp grass and lay down basking in the dull rays of the sun that was managing to peek through the overcast sky.
I turned my head and looked at Roxanne who was gazing at the sky. "I am sofucked. Albus can't keep a secret to save his life."
"Can we just relax? Don't know if you remember but I am still extremely hung over," Roxanne replied laughing slightly.
"Sure," I replied and we started to discuss in incredible visual detail all the ways I could kill Al.
We lay there for about half an hour just talking, laughing and relaxing in the humid summer heat before we were interrupted by my mother's voice.
"Girls! That garden better be done in the next hour or I will give you more chores!"
We both groaned and wearily picked ourselves up off the grass. We made our way over, dodging the fanged geranium and knelt down in the dirt and began to pull weeds.
"Lily, your mum is crazy, making us do household chores for just experimenting like any other teenager," Roxanne complained, wiping a thin sheen of sweat off her forehead.
I threw a handful of weeds at her playfully,
"Be thankful we weren't 'experimenting' at your house Ro-ro. Your mum would have made us run laps."
AN: Hiiiiii! So thats chapter two complete! Let me know what you think please and thank you reviews are incredibly appreciated and encourages and spurs me on to write! So please please review!
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