A/N I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, and that I am really sorry it took me such a long time to update. Hopefully, I will be able to update more frequently. I would also like to say a special thank you to "a friend" who gave me some great advice, and I tried to write with more detail...But for some reason, that is something I am not very good at. I will try harder next chapter. Please review! Tell me your opinions. It keeps me motivated.

Imagine how it would feel if you woke up to Lulu screaming, "Why didn't you tell me you were going to be a prefect? OMG!!! You're a dorky prefect!"

Let me tell you. It is not very pleasant, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy. Well actually I would, but only because I hate that Thomas whore. I am going to change the subject though because I don't even want to think about her.

Anyways, right now, she is currently circling me. When she finally stopped, she bluntly stated, "How on earth could you be a prefect? No offense, but when I think of prefects, I think of a dorky braniac who likes to order people around. Like Rose."

I ran a hand through my hair (a habit that I probably inherited from Dad who probably got it from his dad, and so on), turned to face her, and said, "C'mon, I didn't ask for it. I don't even want to do the extra work, and I definitely don't want to enforce rules. Personally, I don't give a crap about who breaks the rules. And I just want to forget about it, but please don't bring it up with the family."

She crossed her arms and asked, "What's the big deal? Most people like to have power. I know you aren't the 'type' for the job, but two out of your three lovers are prefects so it won't be too bad. It might even be interesting. Oh and why don't you want me to bring it up? Your parents do know…right?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Um…I think they know because of the whole parent voodoo magic thing where they know what's going on even if I haven't told them yet."

She nodded her head repeatedly which kind of made her look like a bobble head and exclaimed, "I know exactly what you mean! I wonder how parents do that!"

I simply nodded my head. For some reason, I just didn't feel like talking. To tell you the truth, I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but alas, the Great Lulu, has woken up which means I have to entertain her for the rest of the day. That wasn't exactly a bad thing though…UGH!!! I think I am just grumpy, but I will get over it the second I have my morning coffee.

With that thought, I opened my door and was about to get my coffee, but the world was against me once again. Lulu grabbed my arm and said, "You can't go downstairs."

I quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Why not?"

She gave me a disappointed sigh and said, "Lily, Lily, Lily."

I took a deep breath which meant that I was annoyed and asked, "What? What could you possibly need that is more important than my morning coffee?"

She giggled girlishly and said, "The boys are early risers."

I clenched my fists and inquired, "So…"

She smiled so brightly I swear it blinded me and said in a sickeningly sweet voice that made me want to vomit, "Drew is down there."

Ugh!!! I hate morning people. Seriously, I do. And if this conversation has anything to do with the one last night, I swear I will strangle her.

She exasperatedly said, "You can't go down there dressed like that."

I looked down at what I was wearing. I was wearing a white wife beater and black short shorts...which were pretty short, but they were just pajamas. Ugh…I really didn't want to change.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'll just run down, grab coffee, and run back here."

With that said, I walked out my door and down the stairs. When I finally made it to the kitchen, I looked at the coffee pot only to find it empty.

I hit the table and exclaimed, "Damn it!"

Then I heard his Scottish accent, "Not a morning person, are you?"

I turned around to see the brother's best friend as Lulu would call him. He was wearing a white wife beater just like me except he looked way better in it. It exposed muscled arms. The years of quidditch had definitely done him good. I looked up at him and noticed he still had the deep brown eyes that I used to get lost in. But I didn't anymore. In fact, none of this mattered. It didn't matter how hot he was at the moment because he had a huge mug filled with my favorite drink in the whole world. That's right! You guessed it folks! He was holding coffee.

I looked at him with huge puppy dog eyes and said, "Can I have your coffee? Please!"

He smiled his award winning smile that showed his pearly white teeth and asked, "Why don't you just make more?"

I pouted and whined, "It just doesn't taste the same! I can't make it right for some reason!"

He chuckled, his eyes filled with laughter and asked, "What's in it for me?"

As he said this, I realized he was kind of close to me, and he definitely wasn't looking at my eyes, if you know what I mean. I'm pretty sure he had a perfect view down my shirt. Lovely, just lovely. I have to get away from him as soon as possible, but I really need that coffee. Think, Lily, think.

Then an idea struck me. I stepped closer to him until we were almost touching, looked up at him through my eyelashes, and pleaded, "Please! I'll do anything!"

I do realize I sound like a major slut right now, but in my defense, I was exhausted and in desperate need of coffee. I will do just about anything for coffee. Just ask Lulu.

He looked down at me, quirked an eyebrow, and asked, "Anything?"

We were really close right now and inching closer. If this would've happened to me last year, I would've died of shock or embarrassed myself, but this year Drew Wood didn't affect me…that much.

Then he leaned down, so his face was just an inch away from mine. Then I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered, "You owe me."

He then handed me the coffee and walked upstairs.

Haha! Victory is mine. Then right when I was about to take a sip of my well earned coffee, I heard, "You are so lucky, Al didn't see you."