Dear Readers:

I worked long and hard on this chapter... in AP English, when I was bored. So now, I hope you enjoy this chapter at the price of my English grade.

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Lily

I was lying awake in bed, as I had been for the past three days. It was nearing dawn, and I still had not gotten one ounce of sleep.

I couldn't, because my mind wouldn't stop replaying the "green flash" in the sky, the weird feelings I had felt… and the strangeness within her family that had followed.

I sighed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. I knew my parents knew more than they were letting on. I knew my entire family had felt it, had saw the "green flash", because Rose and I had discussed it. We had stayed up late into the night, trying to figure it out. But with the adults acting like nothing was going on, it was hard to figure out what had really happened. All the other seemed to accept it; James, Albus, Victorie, Hugo… even Rose was starting to grow tired of investigating considering we couldn't seem to figure any of it out. But I just couldn't let it go; I wasn't sure why, I just couldn't.

Suddenly, I heard a noise downstairs. I strained my ears, only able to barely make out two, tense, muffled voices.

So I stood, moving quietly and cautiously out of my room, to the stairs.

"Ginny, why can't you just let this go?" My dad said, exasperated.

"Because, Harry, I can't! It's been etched into my brain! And the way I felt…" My mom paused before saying, "Honestly, Harry, you can't tell me you didn't feel it."

"I don't know what to tell you, Gin."

"But Harry! Charlie, Bill, Percy, George, Victorie, Albus, Hugo, Rose, James, Albus, and Lily all felt it!" My mother said, irritated. "Hell, even Ron felt it, Harry! RON!" At this I snorted, clapping my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud and making any more noise. We all knew Uncle Ron was not all that observant.

"I know, Gin. But, Hermione didn't! Neither did Fleur, or Teddy (A/N: Teddy and Victorie got married)." He said, sitting down. "I mean, there has to be some sort of reasonable explanation for this."

"You never know, Harry. Remember-"

"Wait!" He jumped up suddenly. "I just realized something; You, Ron, Charlie, Bill, Percy, George, Victorie, Albus, Hugo, Rose, James, Albus, and Lily." He stated. "Don't you see?"

"That you are good at memorizing, listing, and repeating?" She shrugged. "Sure."

"No, Ginny, it's not a joke, you're all related!"

My mom was silent, staring at him as if he'd gone mental, and I sat very still. I had a feeling both of us were thinking my dad was possibly losing it. "Yes, Harry, very good." She patronized.

"No, I mean that you're all blood related." He said excitedly. "As in, whatever is going on, whatever you all felt; it had something to do with the Weasley's bloodline!"

"Harry, you might be onto something." She sat, continuing on to say, "what other things should be considered?"

"Well… is there anyone magical and important in the Weasley's bloodline?" He asked. "Like anyone linked to something huge?"

"Well I'm pretty sure we're linked to Helga Hufflepuff."

He stopped pacing, "The founder?"

"No, the baker." She said sarcastically. "Yes the founder!"

"Pretty sure?" He asked, ignoring her sarcasm.

"I'm not positive. We can find out though." She said. "Accio Weasley Book of Family History. It adds to itself magically, keeping record every time there are new additions to our family."

I heard a noise behind me, and turned around just in time to see the huge and ancient book zooming toward my head; I just barely was able to duck out of the way in time.

"Here it is." She said opening it. "Yea, just like I thought. See here? There's a whole page on her. And if you go to our family tree," She said, turning the page, "You see that we are her direct descendents. She's like my great-great-great-great-great-great grandma or something."

"That would explain why Lily told me the hat almost put her in Hufflepuff." He muttered.

Suddenly there was a roaring in the fireplace of the living room; right by the staircase. I stood, running to it quickly to see what was up. I came to stand in front of it; the fire was green, and I realized too late why. All of a sudden, a tall, pale, muscular, blonde-haired boy fell out of the fireplace, and I had unfortunately gotten too close. I couldn't move out of the way fast enough, and he fell on top of me.

I was suddenly staring up into the grey-blue eyes of Scorpius Malfoy. "Oh you little-" I started to say.

However, another roaring drowned out my cursing as Draco Malfoy, followed by his wife, Astoria, stepped out of the fireplace just as my parents came around the corner.

Mr. Malfoy raised his eyebrows at the two of us in a heap on the floor as my father said, "What's going on here?"

"Well, from the looks of it, our kids are friendlier than they let on." Mr. Malfoy said, clearly amused.

I scowled at Scorpius, "Get off of me." I said through gritted teeth at him, pushing him off of me. He stood up, offering me a hand. I ignored it, standing up on my own, dusting myself off, red with embarrassment. "That is NOT what happened! I heard the fire, so I came to see what was going on, and this clumsy bugger fell on top of me!" Scorpius lazily shrugged off my insults as my mother glared at me for being so rude. "Sorry." I apologized immediately to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"No need to apologize dear. Still, a father could only hope the best for his son." Mr. Malfoy said with a cheeky wink.

It was Scorpius's turn to blush. "God, Dad, you're embarrassing me!" He hissed. "Mom, say something!"

"Draco, dear, stop teasing the little darlings, won't you?" Astoria said, looking at me. "Don't feel bad; he always teases the pretty ones."

"Um, thanks." I said, flushing even redder.

Scorpius threw his hands up in the air. "Really, mom? You are officially NOT HELPING at all."

Mrs. Malfoy shot her son a look before turning to my mom. "Lovely to see you, Ginerva."

"Likewise, as always, Astoria." My mom said, smiling.

"Malfoy." Harry nodded.

"Potter." Draco said, mimicking his actions.

"You know, Draco, you should start letting us know when you are gonna pop by." My mother started, smirking. "Or you could, I dunno, walk, considering you live down the road."

"See dear? I told you." Mrs. Malfoy said to Draco before turning back to my mom. "I tried to get him to send word but, you know, Men."

"Ah, yes. Men." My mother said, her smirk deepening.

"Fine then, a letter next time." Draco scowled, dismissively, before continuing. "Now, I did actually come here for a reason, Ginerva." He said. "To discuss the green flash."

My mother's face went from amused to serious in seconds. "You felt it too?" She said in a quiet, disbelieving voice. He nodded. All the adults suddenly looked at me and Scorpius.

"Lily, go clean the broom shed." My mom suddenly said in a distant look on her face.

"WHAT?!?" I shouted, turning to my father. "You've GOT to be kidding me!"

"Listen to your mother, Lily." He nodded at me.

"Scorpius, go help her." Draco nodded.

Lily's jaw dropped as Scorpius said, "Excuse me?"

"You heard you father." Astoria said. "Go. And behave."

***

We worked silently, both of us angry. "Unbelievable." I muttered.

Scorpius stopped cleaning briefly to say, "You know, they're parents. They are keeping us in the dark and giving us chores. It's what they do."

I turned to glare at him. "Don't start." I said. "It's bad enough they're still keeping me in the dark; even worse they forced me to clean the broom shed with you of all people." I said, turning away to continue.

"Ah, there's that Potter charm that you're so famous for." He said sarcastically. "How could I forget it?"

"Do you ever stop talking?" I asked, irritated.

"I could manage, but since you seem to enjoy my voice so much, I think I could continue speaking just for you, my dear." He said cheekily.

"You are so obnoxious, it ceases to amaze me." I told him angrily.

"Temper, temper." He smirked at me, enjoying each little dig.

"I wish you had a mute button." I said, fuming, unable to reign in my temper.

"Hey, that's uncalled for." He said playfully, turning to face me.

"Oh, bite me." I finally said.

"Love to. Where?" He shot back in a sexy voice. The fact that he was totally hot, too, did not help me.

"God! Are you doing this on purpose?" I said, exasperated, turning to face him. "Or are you just naturally this infuriating and argumentative?"

He shrugged, smirking, coming to stand in front of me. "It's part of my charm."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I detest you."

"Ouch, Mon Cherie, "He said sarcastically, putting his hand over his heart. "You wound me, truly."

"You think you're so funny." I said, crossing my arms.

He contemplated this for a second, before saying, "No, I think I'm adorable."

"You're an obnoxious, cocky, little bastard, did you know that?" I said, narrowing my eyes.

"Hey! You are like five seconds away, missy!" He said, a little mad.

I smirked now, leaning my back against the wall. "Aw, are you upset? What are you gonna do, scold me?"

He suddenly slammed his hands against the wall on either side of my head. To say I wasn't scared would be a lie. We both breathed hard for a few moments of tense silence before he broke into a smirk and said, "I could do so much more then scold you if you'd let me. Believe me, you'd enjoy it."

"Oh!" I shouted, pushing him away from me. "You perverted, egotistical prick!" I said angrily, as he still stood, unfazed, in front of me. "You are extremely arrogant."

"And you're extremely temperamental."He said, a playful half-smile on his lips.

I cocked my head to the side, glaring. We had a stare down for a few moments, and then Scorpius finally said, "You know," tilting his head to look at me, "You look really pretty when you're angry."

I blushed, "I… we, I mean… that's not the point!"

"You're cute." He said decidedly. "That's my point."

I turned my back on him. "Point noted." I said with a nod. I paused, looking back over my shoulder at him, saying, "I still hate you."

"I know." He said with a small smile. I turned to face completely away from him, so he couldn't see how confused I was, and how much he was affecting me. "Doesn't mean you always will." My breath caught in my throat and I froze; this time, when he spoke, he was right behind me. I didn't dare move, afraid to faint, forcing my brain to focus on breathing. His breath was hot on the back of my neck. "And I am not be used to being patient, but when it's for something I really want," He said in a whisper, his mouth right beside my ear now as he spoke, while his hands slid onto my upper arms. "I can be."

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to try and clear my mind of his dizzying words and the electricity that raced through me when he touched me. I didn't like him; I had never detested anyone else as much, but for some reason, he was affecting me. For some reason, I wanted to spin around and kiss him. I refused to let myself do so; but I could not deny that these things were indeed now racing through my mind.

I opened my eyes as he pulled away, moving only a step or two back. I decide not to turn to face him yet, not sure I was completely in control of myself yet. However, when I finally trusted myself to speak, I said, "Just one thing, Malfoy-"

"Scorpius."

I turned, finally able to trust myself to face him. "What?" I said, confused.

"Call me Scorpius, not Malfoy." He insisted.

"Right." I nodded. "Scorpius," I started, and he nodded, so I pressed on. "just one thing; I thought you hated me."

He shook his head. "Nope. Just because I hate your brothers and cousin, doesn't mean I hate you, Lily." Then he added as an afterthought, "Or Rose. I don't have a problem with her. Or Victorie, either. Victorie was really nice to me when I first started at Hogwarts, and Rose is cool. Neither of them are judgmental pieces of-"

"Okay Ma-Scorpius. You may not like them, but they are still my family, so watch it." I said seriously. He nodded in understanding. I continued. "But wait, I don't understand. You say you don't hate me, but you pick on me-"

"When your brothers are around." He pointed out. "It's only because it pisses them off the most; they're very protective of you." I realized he was telling the truth; besides he had never actually said anything too mean to me or about me. Besides, all it normally took was a jab or two in her direction to set James off. "I can stop if you want; I don't really want to hurt your feelings." He confessed. "Maybe we could even… start over? Be… friends?"

I looked at him confused. "I would like that very much. But, why?"

"Honestly?" He said, searching my eyes. "I don't know. I just feel the need." He told me, and took my hand. "I just really needed you to know I don't hate you. In fact; I like you. I think you aren't that bad; you're like Rose a little. I'm not saying you guys are just the same, but you're cool." He smiled. "So, friends?"

I smiled back, unable to keep myself from doing so. "Friends." I agreed. He beamed, and then bent and tenderly kissed my hand. I blushed deeper than I had stood back up, and I felt breathless, unable to move or speak; we were inches away from one another.

Okay, so maybe he was my the enemy of my brothers. And a Slytherin. And a Malfoy. But why did the quarrel between my brothers and him really have to matter? He was different then he pretended to be at school; he was more… gentle, and a joker; sure he's extremely sarcastic, but so am I. He wasn't that jerk who provoked my brothers and mocked the first years. Sure he had a reputation as a player, but so did James, and James wasn't nearly as bad as I'd heard some make him out to be. And honestly, when you get down to it, the only real divisor is our blood; Potter & Malfoy, Gryffindor & Slytherin. But what did all of that really even mean? What did the bad blood between my brothers and Scorpius have to do with us? What did blood have to do with any of it?

His face was only inches away; all I had to do was move forward an inch or two… I could… no. But… maybe… I started to move, my hands on his chest, and his hands were on my waist. I felt his breath on my face, our lips barely a half-an-inch apart.

"SCORPIUS! LILY!" We both jumped, our lips brushing together when we did, briefly, and then we sprung apart. It was my mom, calling to us, from the deck. She couldn't see us. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Scorpius looked… well, a little disappointed. "Come on inside! It's time for breakfast."

We looked at each other slowly. I felt the horror on my face. "YOU'RE STAYING FOR BREAKFAST?"

"Um, well, that wasn't our plan." He said as we walked out of the shed, and my mom disappeared inside. "But ya, I guess I am."

"Oh dear." I said, feeling faint.

He put a hand around my waist, looking worried. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"James and Albus." I said, looking at him with dread.

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