I like Lily-Luna like this, I've never seen someone write her with this personality. So, yeah, I realize it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I figured I'd do it anyways.

After we got coffee, he offered to walk me home. I told him no four times and started walking only for him to follow behind me. I groaned and stopped walking so he could catch up with me.

"When someone says goodbye to you, it usually means that you're going to part ways. Are you going to start stalking me now?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"I happen to think that I make you so hot and bothered that you can't be around me anymore without jumping me in the middle of the street. You'd start worshipping the ground I walk on if we were together for one more moment," he even held his chest as if he was going to drop dead.

I couldn't get that lucky.

"You are seriously the most annoying person that I've ever met," I groaned, trying to walk ahead of him. "Why did you follow me?"

"I didn't get your number, and I know it was a mistake because you're so into me," he replied, walking backwards next to me.

"No, I didn't give you my number because that would make this thing some sort of relationship, and I don't do relationships. I'm sorry if that's what you thought this was, but it wasn't," I replied, trying to put some space between us, but he wouldn't budge.

"Whoa, hold up, I asked for your number not your hand in marriage. I just want to talk to you because I think you're stimulating," he smiled. "Plus I really dig your taste in music."

That was quite possibly the best compliment I've ever received, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Trust me, I'm not a girl that you want to get involved with."

"All you're doing when you say that is making me want to get your attention even more," he shrugged his shoulders. "Just give me your number, okay?"

I sighed before pulling a pen out of my bag and grabbing his hand. "Miss Lily-Luna, you're so forward with me! I'm scandalized! But then again, you did buy me coffee so you can have me."

I rolled my eyes at him, but I wrote my number on his hand anyway. "That's my number, do whatever you want with it. I make no promises that I'll return the favor."

He did something that surprised me, I figured he'd try to kiss me or something. Instead of doing that, he bowed and pointed to the house behind me. I turned around and saw that we were at my house.

"I never told you where I lived. What's up with- and you're gone," I said after I turned around and saw that he'd walked away from me already.

"I won't text you tomorrow so don't wait around for it!" he shouted over his shoulder, waving at me.

I just shook my head and walked into the house. I heard everyone in the living room so I went straight up to my bedroom. I made sure the door was shut and locked before getting my weed out my hiding place. I packed my pipe and lit it before inhaling.

I let the smoke swirl around inside before blowing it out my nose. I leaned back against my wall and took a few more hits before putting it back in the metal tin and in my nightstand drawer. I walked over to my record player and put my Clash record inside before dropping the needle into the grooves.

I tapped my foot along with the beat until I felt the effects of the weed seeping through me. I heard my stomach growl and realized that I hadn't eaten all day. The only thing I'd even consumed was hot chocolate and cannabis. I stood up and made my way downstairs.

I saw that mum was in the kitchen with Aunt Hermione and Aunt Angelina. They were laughing, but when I walked in they stopped and stared at me. I raised my brows and made my way over to the cabinet. I grabbed a tin of cookies and opened them up, taking a handful before putting it back away.

I turned around to get some milk when I saw that they were all still staring at me. I sat my cookies down and put my hands on my hips, staring back at them.

"Are you high right now, Lily-Luna?" mum shouted after she looked me in the eye.

"I'm high most of the time, and you're just now noticing. How the hell do you think I make it through all the judgmental looks I get at family parties or during classes?" I asked, biting into a cookie.

"You're high when we're at the Burrow?!" she shrieked, her face quickly becoming red. "And you're high when you're at Hogwarts? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Relax, mother, it's just weed. It's not like I'm shooting up or anything," I rolled my eyes, pouring myself some milk. "Tell her, Aunt Angelina."

"There are a lot of drugs, Gin, I don't think marijuana's that bad," she said slowly. Then she looked at me, "But that doesn't mean you're allowed to be high with the family. If I can't toke up, you can't either. Do you understand?"

I laughed and nodded, throwing away my napkin and putting my cup in the sink. "See, mum, not everyone thinks I'm a total fuck up."

"Don't you dare curse in my house, Lily-Luna Potter! I will ground you until you're 30," she threatened, clenching her fists by her side and walking up to me.

"Okay, mum," I said as I turned to walk up the steps. "I'll wait until we're in the yard or at the Burrow to do it."

I heard her shouting up at me, but I just kept walking to my room. I turned my record player up as loud as it would go and grabbed a paperback from beside my bed.

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The next morning we were going to the Burrow to put up the Christmas tree. Mum was still pissed off with me and dad had no clue as always. He and James were talking about the same thing they always talk about: Quidditch. Albus had his face in a book and I had my earbuds in. We were all pretty much in our normal environment.

I wasn't high at this family function, I honestly wasn't high at most of them. I really just wanted mum to act like she loved me or something and say that she wanted me to get clean or some shit, but that didn't happen. All that happened was I got "grounded." That just meant she'd try to keep me up in my room, and I would just Apparate wherever I wanted to go and never go downstairs so she wouldn't know.

We walked into the Burrow and it was buzzing with activity as per usual. I stood off to the side with my earbuds still in my ears hoping that something would happen to make leaving possible. I knew that was a pipedream, but it was still what I looked forward to whenever I was in a huge crowd like this.

I used to thrive for family get-togethers, they literally used to be my favorite thing. Then they all stopped trying to get me and started judging me. Every time I'd walk into a room, it would be like I was at Hogwarts. They'd look at me with pity and some with disgust until I walked out.

"Hey, I'm shocked you actually showed up. Mum told me about the huge row you brought her into last night," Fred said, walking up to me with two glasses in his hand. "Here's a firewhiskey and Coke because you look like you need alcohol to handle today."

I take back what I said earlier about all of them being assholes, Fred Weasley II wasn't one. He was James' age and treated me more like a little sister than James or Albus did. He punched the people who called me a slut after the rape, and tried his best to keep me alive.

I took the glass and tapped it against his. "Cheers to parents overreacting about medicinal herbs."

He laughed and tapped his glass against mine in return. He and I stood talking for a while until I heard commotion outside. I looked out a window and saw that the Scamanders and the Longbottoms had arrived together. Right after that, Rose appeared with Scorpius Malfoy clutching her arm like a lifeline.

They'd been best friends all of Hogwarts and the coward had finally made a move after they left school. They lived together in a flat overlooking London, much to Uncle Ron's displeasure. He like Scorpius just fine, but he detested his little girl shacking up with a boy.

The twins were the first ones inside, Lorcan going towards Albus and Lysander heading towards Fred and me. After he made sure that no one was looking at us, he pulled a pipe and a baggie of weed out of his pocket enough for both of us to see.

"Thank fucking Merlin, I'm about to go crazy. Big red took away my pot and I'm dying," I said, grabbing Lysander's hand. "Let's go up to the roof."

We sat on one of the sections of the roof hidden by a level of the house and lit up. After about three hits, I was a lot more relaxed. I was leaning back against the house while Fred and Lysander giggled like morons. Let's just say weed effected everyone differently.

I heard my phone going off in my bag next to me. I pulled it out and focused really hard on the screen so I could convince my mind to read the message.

Hey, I realize that giving me your number was a last minute attempt to get me to leave you alone. I accepted that and made amends with it, but you're still going to be my friend. I'm not giving you much of a choice. This is Corey, by the way.

The last part made me giggle before I could stop myself. When I looked up, I saw that both of the boys were staring at me like I was deranged. I sighed before deciding to tell them. I figured they wouldn't ask that many questions about him.

"Yesterday when I was in that muggle town near my house, I met a guy. He's totally pretentious and an arrogant dick, but I gave him my number," I explained begrudgingly.

"That makes complete and total sense. He actually sounds a whole lot like you, Lun," Lysander joked, elbowing me in the ribs. "But I'm glad you're making some sort of effort."

I must have really been something for you to text me less than twenty-four hours after I gave you my number. I think you're pretentious and annoying, but there's something about you that's somewhat entertaining so I suppose this thing can go on for a while…

I guess I was making some sort of effort when it came to Corey. I saw something in him that I'd never seen in anyone else, he was different than everyone else. Maybe it was because he didn't know about me and how fucked up I was.

That thought sent me crashing down. What would he say when he realized that I wasn't just playing hard to get? When he found out how much of a wreck I was? That thought made me take another hit from the pipe and try to wipe my mind clear of it.

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