Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter Universe due to the fact that I'm not a female genius.
A/N: Well this chapter is up a little later than I wanted, but is a little longer to make up for it. This story is just so fun to write and hopefully read. So get to it.

He was just standing there, his face all smug and, and disappointed. There was the man I hat… ahem … dislike greatly. Hands on hips, eyes squinted, and mouth in a frown. But I could see through that façade. I knew that he wasn't angry, he was annoyed. It was the same look that my father got every time my mother made him deal with my 'ineptness' as my mother says. I don't truly know what she means by that, I don't think even she realizes (disobedience would work better than a word that means incompetence, right? I, at least, consider myself competent).

Anyway, there he stood, being forced by his wife to punish us hooligans because she was sick and tired ('and tired' I've found always follows sick) of dealing with us herself. In other words she didn't want to fight her daughter alone. Now I find that a man being watched over by his better half leads to a dangerous situation. He is very likely to do something wrong in the eyes of the boss and therefore make her angrier and willing to deal out harsher punishments.

Needless to say, I was kind of frightened. I was also extremely disappointed in my predicting abilities; not because I wasn't able to predict something, but because I was able to predict this horrible situation. Why, oh why did I have to give in to Lily? I just knew that we would get into massive trouble. And as I have said, I don't deal with grounding very well. It means I can't see Lily.

Maybe I was also frightened because of the man standing in front of me. I'll admit it (again), I am very frightened of Mr. Potter. All that was running through my brain was what would happen to me if he found out I 'almost kissed' his daughter. I heard the last guy to try was sent to a maximum security cell in Azkaban (Mr. Potter is Head Auror and can command that). I don't think my father would let me go to prison, but that still doesn't make me less scared. Must not let him find out!

Mrs. Potter cleared her throat loudly when the silence and staring continued. Mr. Potter looked like he was about to speak when Lily did first. "Daddy," she said in her cutest, most pleading voice. It was a tone that most clearly said 'please don't be mad'.

"Why did you go out into the rain, Lily?" said Mr. Potter in that disappointed manner reserved for fathers that want to make their children feel guilty. I flinched. Mr. Potter not only used the evil tone, but he also call my Lily by her name (he never calls Lily, Lily. He always uses a term of endearment like baby, honey, or most of the time princess).

Lily looked down in shame (what an actress). "We were just bored, Daddy. There was nothing left to do."

"Why did you go despite the fact that your mother said no?" he continued.

"It just looked so fun," she said before looking up with the sad puppy dog eyes. "I'm really sorry Daddy. I made a bad decision. Please forgive me."

Mr. Potter looked torn. His daughter had just given him the puppy dog eyes along with an apology. What to do? Or more likely, who to side with: the adorable daughter or the love of your life which includes certain nightly benefits (did I just think that? Nasty! Memo to self: never mention such thoughts to Lily. I do not need to be beat into a pulp).

"It's okay, princess," (ha! Back to his usual name for Lily. The puppy dog eyes get us every time. I don't know how she does it). "Just make sure to not disobey your mother again."

"Harry!" Ginny was obviously furious. I would not be surprised if fire shot from her eye sockets. "What are you doing?"

"She said she was sorry and I forgive her," he replied calmly.

"Your daughter has you wrapped around her pinky finger! She is not sorry, she is just playing you." Mrs. Potter countered fiercely.

"That is enough!" said Mr. Potter, his own temper showing at these most recent words. "They were bored and just children. I'll let them off this once."

Ginny was seething, but seemed unable to decide what to do. Apparently this situation was partly her fault because she was the one to call her husband down. He was going to let us off and she wasn't going to be able to change it. I really do marvel at Lily's abilities. She managed to convince her father to let us off the hook. We were free! Well, mostly free; Mrs. Potter was still angry with us, so we would have to behave, but we didn't get into trouble.

I felt a tug on my arm. Lily was pulling me towards the direction of the stairs. She probably had the right idea. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were staring each other down and it would probably be best to escape. It was getting late by now, almost ten o'clock. On any normal day this would mean me flooing back to my house, but tonight was a sleep over.

A sleep over with the four of us could mean one of many things. There were enough spare bedrooms in the Potter house to easily accommodate the three extra people. Or sometimes Hugo and I slept in a room while Lily and Pixie slept in Lily's room. Also we had spent nights where all four of us slept in the same room (never Lily's room. I have never had the pleasure of sleeping in Lily's room. I bet you can guess why. Hint: her father.) Tonight we had planned to be one of those magical nights were we were all in the same room.

Earlier in the day we had set up a huge tent in the common room on the second floor of the house. Three fourth of the sheets the Potters owned and ninety percent of their blankets had gone into the making of this elaborate tent. We had moved furniture from other parts of the house to allow for separate rooms in our tent. Each one of us had a separate sleeping area. There was an entrance room and a middle sitting room. The tent averaged about four feet high (not all furniture is the same height you know). I was actually really proud of our accomplishment as it took us only two hours to build.

"Your dad is frickin' amazing Lils," said Pixie as we climbed the stairs.

"Totally the bomb," added Hugo patting Lily on the back as we reached the landing to the second floor. "Uncle Harry is so cool."

We turned into the second door on the left marveling at our creation. "I do believe that this is by far our best tent yet," commented I. "So what shall we do now?"

Pixie grinned evilly while looking at us others. "What about a little truth or dare before bed, mis amigos?"

Hugo smirked at Pixie (oooh, I so know what is on his dirty little mind). Lily looked thoughtful. I made my face become blank. We had played plenty of truth or dare in the past, leading to some very nasty truths to be yet unveiled. But despite that, it was still very much a fun game. Some of our best pranks had come from a game of truth or dare late into the night (I don't know about you, but I find that people become kind of goofy at two in the morning, even without the help of alcohol).

"As long as I go first," says I.

"Yippee," squealed Pixie. "Come on, let's get in the tent."

"Guys," said Lily. "I don't mean to spoil the fun, but we are still wet and muddy. Shouldn't we change? Plus, my hair is ruined. It needs to be fixed." She ran her hands through her hair with a dramatic flourish. We laughed. Lily didn't care about how she looked, especially around friends (and seeing as how nothing could subtract from her beauty, except maybe an inconveniently placed hickey, a little muddy hair didn't matter to me).

Us others grumbled our acceptance to this fact and we made our way up the stairs again, this time to the bedrooms. If there was one word I would use to describe the many bedrooms of the Potter household it would have to be spacious. I'm serious; they are huge (with bathrooms and walk-in closets attached to each). They also all looked different; my favorite was the muggle themed one (it was just interesting with all the posters and trinkets and red painted walls. They say never paint walls red, but it just works in this room.)

Therefore when we separated to our individual rooms, I went to the one way at the end of the hall and on the right side (to be perfectly honest, another reason I liked the room was that it was right across from Lily's room). I quickly dried myself off and threw on some pajamas before skipping across the hall and into Lily's open room.

Lily's room was a slight mystery to me. Although her favorite color is blue (mine too, except different shades) her walls were painted pink. Sure she had normal things in her room like posters of quidditch and pictures of her family and friends (like me!). But on the other hand Lily had odd things like a muggle TV and countless books (not only are books icky, but the Potters have a library; so why keep some in your room?).

"Lilykins," I called to the empty room. "Where art thou?" This was more or less a rhetorical question due to the fact that light was coming from the bathroom and I could hear water running. I finished my skipping as I reached the bed and sat down on it (waterbed!! They are so fun, but another thing to add to the list of odd things about her room).

"I'm right here you idiot," Lily yelled from the bathroom. She walked out and into the bedroom pulling a brush through her flaming hair and rolled her eyes at me. Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately?) I did not see the eye roll due to the fact that my Lily was not wearing a shirt. Bloody Hell. For the second time that day my mind went totally blank on me.

And then: frick. Frickity frick. That was all I could think. You want to know why? Harry Potter came to mind again and here I was with his daughter who was only wearing a bra (and pants of course). My Lily was very, very fit and she had decent mammary growth to boot. I can't believe she is standing before me with only her bra on! How could she. It's like she was inviting unclean thoughts to start a party in my head.

Alright I give in! This may be my first time seeing her in a bra, but it was not new territory. What do you think a bikini is? Swimming was still an acceptable pastime and Lily always wore bikinis. But in my defense, the bra had more lace on it. And men (remember I am a man) apparently go bonkers for frilly things. Especially when they are accompanied by a body.

It is a good thing Lily can't do Legilimency. She has apparently inherited her father's skills in controlling the mind because in the few times we have practiced legilimency and occlumency she sucked. On the other hand it's got to be pretty obvious that I'm gaping at her. Control body! Look away! Come on mind don't fail me now.

"Remus?" asked Lily. Apparently she has not yet noticed my staring (probably due to my darting eyes. Yes, I did manage to pull my eyes away from her half-nakedness). Phew. That was a close one. Lily would have severely injured me if I was caught perving on her.

Want to know my brilliant answer? It is truly unique and insightful. "You're not wearing a shirt," I pointed out. See, told you so. Very imaginative. As if.

"No shit Sherlock," said Lily in mock gasp, putting her right hand over her mouth. "How do you ever come by these observations?"

I crossed my arms and pouted in response.

"Oh come on you big baby. Grow up and you too can wear big boy pants," more mocking came from Lily's mouth.

"I prefer boxers," I mumbled.

"What. You mean the ones with little hearts on them?" what a sadistic grin that girl has.

"No!" I said loudly. "Those were to be never brought up again. You promised!" That was a very humiliating moment in my life and so therefore you will not hear about it.

"My fingers were crossed," she said. Then, for no reason, we started laughing.

"So, you almost ready? I'm sure we will have to pull Pix and Hugo apart in order to reach the tent. Their kiss earlier was so romantic. What with the rain and his pulling her into his arms."

"I tell you what Rem. You are way too much of a poof for you own good."

"I'm not that girly and I totally dig girls. If you want proof just bring that sexy body this way," I said with a huge smirk to show that I was joking (although I was secretly hoping that she would want lots of proof). "Are you good to go yet?"

"Alright. Alright. Hold your horses. I just need to throw a shirt on. Apparently it's the opposite of what you want, though," she replied with a waggling of the eyebrows.

"I swear I can't leave you two alone for two seconds. First that snog in the rain and now the removing of clothes. What ever am I suppose to do with you horny teenagers?" Pixies voice came through the doorway as she followed with Hugo's arm around her waist.

There was a collective (and somehow very loud) eye roll from Lily, Hugo, and myself. Pixie was something of a hypocrite tonight, I believe. Not to say that she wasn't normally, but anyway… I mean look who's talking. Snogs in the rain and a bit of lipstick (I wasn't even aware that Pix wore lipstick) on Hugo's face. Speak of horny teenagers. Humph.

"I wasn't aware you dressed in drag Hugo," said Lily.

"Wha-?" replied Hugo

I smirked and finished Lily's thoughts for her, "she means that you really do like wearing lipstick, but are an armature at putting it on. You've not only failed to cover your lips properly, but you somehow got a little on your cheek." I pointed at my own cheek to show him where the offending splotch was.

Both Hugo and (surprisingly) Pixie blushed. Lily and I high fived. We walked past Hugo and Pixie towards the stairs. Back down to the tent it was and once there a game of Truth or Dare (Hehe. I rhymed: there dare. It's a gift). "Are you two coming?" called Lily behind her. "I hope you realize my dad put sensory charms around my room. Get anywhere close to shagging and my dad comes running."

Pixie and Hugo (free of lipstick) caught up to us and I went into a brief deep thought. This night was turning out fricking amazing. I mean think it over. Playing in the rain and mud: very fun (of course it's really all about getting wet and dirty). Then Lils falling on me and our (sigh) almost kiss. Mr. Potter comes to our rescue and we don't get in trouble. Then I get to see Lily without a shirt. It's like a dream. Uh Oh. It is a dream isn't it? Got to check; just to make sure. What is it people do to make sure their awake? Pinch! That's right. They pinch themselves.

Let's see. Find a nice spot on arm. Okay pinch away (more rhyming. I am getting good. Right). "Ouch!"

"What?" came the replies.

"I pinched myself."

"Ooookay," said Hugo.

"You are way too weird Remus," said Pixie.

We reached the landing for the second floor and the others turned to head to our tent room. I, for some reason, felt thirsty so continued down to the kitchen to get a Butterbeer (non-alcoholic of course. Did you know it came in alcoholic? Must raid the liqueur cabinet sometime). That is, I went down only after assuring the others that I would get them a Butterbeer also.

Just for your information, I tend to bore quite easily and so therefore start counting steps when I walk down them alone. I once walked up a Hogwarts staircase that had three hundred and fifty-seven steps without a landing. Back to the house. I was on step number eleven and fantasizing about Lily without her shirt on when I ran into (literally, I was looking down) Mr. Potter. Bollocks. Mr. Potter can read minds; hide all thoughts of Lily quick. I swear that man is always causing me distress.

"Remus," he grunted at me (is it just me or does he sound angry and accusing). I was so totally freaking out at that point.

"They were accidents!" I blurted out, practically quivering in my Quidditch slippers. "I didn't mean them to happen, honestly. Please don't crucio me and sell me to the werewolves like the first boy." (That would be the rumor of what happened to Lily's first boyfriend.)

"What?" Mr. Potter now looked to me to be furious (and oddly puzzled. Why would he be puzzled?).

"I swear the kiss meant nothing to me. Well that's not true, I loved every second of it; BUT it's not like it was even a real kiss right? Falling rather awkwardly and having lips pressed together doesn't count as a kiss right? Honest to Merlin, it was completely by chance that we fell like that; I mean close to one and a billion, right?" this was very, very, very bad. I was rambling like a crazy person (which I am not! Most of the time). "Then the shirt debacle. I mean how could I have stopped your daughter from walking into her room without a shirt. I had clearly made myself known. What was I supposed to do? Totally not my fault at all. Of course she was still wearing a bra, so that isn't the same right? It's not like I saw anything but a bra. And a nice red lacy bra it was too. I do love the color red and lace is very tantalizingly see-through."

Shit. Did I just describe what his daughter's bra looks like to him? Damn. Frick. I am going to die tonight. He's going to go straight past the give him a trial stage and right to the capital punishment stage. Good bye oh wonderful life. Better make my last statements (aka: a continuation of the rambling). "I hope you realize that I had no control over these situations. I mean I'm so glad to have been a part of them; I have dreamt of kissing Lily for, like, a year now and what teenage boy wouldn't be glad to see a girl in a bra? Not that I was perving on her or anything like that. I would never glare at Lily. There will be more than enough time to see her without clothes when we are married. I love her so much and it's only because I have no true courage, okay and maybe because she doesn't like me like that, that I haven't asked her out. I have nothing but the utmost respect for her wishes. Please don't kill me."

I guess I had to end on that note (I needed to plead for my life sometime). I might also have ended my speech then because I was out of breath. I don't think I have ever talked so fast in my entire life. Find hope! Maybe Mr. Potter didn't manage to comprehend a word I said. Yeah. Right. As if.

"What in the name of Merlin's saggy left… Ahem," I have to say, Mr. Potter sounded very confused (hence the almost using of a vulgar phrase). "Am I to understand, Remus, that you have kissed my daughter and seen her half-naked tonight?"

I'll tell you what. Hope is a one hundred percent lost cause. I looked down to the floor as I nodded a yes to Mr. Potter's question. It would be very scary to have to look at him at that point. I wonder if he has his wand. Avada Kedavra is a much less painful way to die than getting beaten to death.

"Am I also to understand that you have admitted to loving my daughter?" he asked quietly.

More nodding on my part.

"Well then. I have some advice for you to ponder." Does this mean he isn't going to kill me? And the hope returns. "Don't be afraid to chase after the impossible. Life isn't interesting if you let everything pass you by. And you will come to learn that the impossible is often possible."

I just stared at Mr. Potter's face in shock. Was he telling me to go after his daughter?

"Oh and another thing. If your eyes come close to seeing Lily naked again, I would watch your back because I will be there and it won't be pretty," then my sworn enemy smiled at me. It was an odd smile: showing happiness, but also threat. This man meant what he said. "Good night Remus."

What an odd encounter. I just admitted to doing some things very wrong in the eyes of a father and what did he do? Give me advice? What on earth? I'll have to think about that when I get back to the tent.

Let's see. What am I here for? Butterbeers. That's right. Going to get Butterbeers.

A/N: Chapter three up!! Please review. Reviews unfortunantly don't grow on trees, so it's up to you to make them for me.