A/N: Hello all! Here's chapter four.

Enjoy :)

September 2nd, Tuesday

Potions class with Professor Greene had been eventful; about at the beginning of class a nervous first year came into the potions room and asked Professor Greene to excuse Aleks and Casper from the class and that they were to go to Professor McGonagall's office. By the end of the class Lysander and a Ravenclaw were sent to the hospital wing. Lorcan replayed what had happened in his head as he threw one of Ly's arms over his shoulders. They had been reading though Advanced Potion-making by Libastius Borage, about brewing the Draught of Living Death, meant to set the drinker into a death like slumber. Once Professor Greene had finished reading the excerpt and repeating that they should all be very cautious while executing this potion, he instructed them all to open their text books to page ten and carefully execute the Draught of Living Death. Lorcan had been crushing the sopophorous bean when, beside him, a loud boom! and an explosion of dark green burst out of Lysander's pewter cauldron. He fell back onto the floor, knocking over a stool behind him. Lorcan knelt down beside him, and, opening one of his eyelids, he couldn't help but chuckle, as Lysander's eyes were dilated. "Of course he has a concussion."

Professor Greene hurried over and knelt beside him, also pulling one of Ly's eyelids open and sighing. "Yes, you are quite right. He has a concussion." He stood up and looked over what Lysander had been working on, picking up his valerian root. "He put the whole root in without cutting it. He should be fine. Go take him to Madam Pomphrey, Mr.-" He looked at Lorcan expectantly.

"Scamander. Lorcan Scamander, Sir." He answered, extending his hand to him.

He took it, nodding at Lorcan, before gesturing to Lysander and inquiring, "I assume he's your brother?" Lorcan nodded, as he sat Lysander up, slinging one of his arms over his shoulders. This hadn't been the first potions accident that Lysander had had. In fact, he did very well in every class excepting Herbology and Potions. "Someone come and help Mr. Scamander take Mr.-" He paused. "-this lad to the hospital wing." He clapped Lorcan on the shoulder, before walking back up to the front of the room. A big black guy walked over in Slytherin robes, broad shouldered and grinning as he swiftly slung Lysander's left arm over his shoulders.

"Thanks." Lorcan said, glancing up at the tall guy.

He nodded his head as they managed through the slim doorway and into the hall. "You're captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Who's asking?"

"Name's Noah Temple. I've always been interested in quidditch, but I've never tried out before."

Lorcan glanced up at him as they made there way up the stairs. "Why not?"

"Too shy I guess." He answered, glancing over at him. Lorcan nodded and smiled.

"Well, maybe sometime you can come or and practice at my place, if you'd like?" Lorcan offered casually.

Noah smiled at him. "Thanks man. I might take you up on that offer."

The rest of the way to the hospital wing was spent in silence as they walked. When they made it to the hospital wing, Madame Pomphrey bid them lay him down on a bed and get back to class. That was the extent of his conversation with Noah Temple.

By the time potions class had finally ended, Ly, Aleks and himself had made their way up to the common room for break. Molly would be sitting through double potions right now and wouldn't have break until lunch.

"So, what extra classes have you signed up for this year, Aleks?" He asked, as he plopped down in a chair by the fire.

Aleks smiled, answering readily. "Arithmancy on Monday afternoons, muggle studies on Wednesdays, Ancient runes on Thursday mornings, and care of magical creatures on Friday."

"What's on Tuesdays again?"

"Divination." Aleks answered, flashing them an exasperated look. "What are you taking this year?"

He inquired looking back and forth between Lysander and him.

Lysander laughed. "Well, as you know, my dear Aleks, we passed our owls with flying colors-"

"Me more than you, but yes." Lorcan jested, jabbing Lysander in the ribs.

"-and now all we have to do is pass our N.E.W.T.S and we can enter into auror training. Or be a professional quidditch player, in your case, Aleks." Ly finished, nodding at Aleks mock thoughtfully.

"In other words he's not taking one extra class." Lorcan smirked.

"That not true." Lysander retorted, nearly falling out of the chair he was draped upside down over.

Lorcan laughed in response. "Ly, ancient runes doesn't count. You could get an O with your eyes closed."

"Yeah, but my grades are fine. I have the required grades from my O.W.L.S to get into auror training and I'll pass my N.E.W.T.S easily enough." Lysander answered carelessly, as he threw bits of a pumpkin pastie into his mouth.

"Yeah, but if you fail even one of those classes it coul change that. That's why I'm doing almost all of the extra curricular classes this year." Aleks said. "Maybe you should adopt a few other classes and get a tutor."

"Maybe. I'll think about it more later." He stood up off the chair and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Come on. It's lunch time. Your girlfriends will be there."

Lorcan chuckled at the red blush on Aleks' face. "Mary isn't my girlfriend."

"YET!" Lysander yelled a he slipped out of the portrait hole, escaping Aleks' glare.

Molly's POV

It was times like these that Molly wondered how Lucy and her were related. She watched in disgust and horror at her sister and Rory Wutherton eating each others faces off.

"Just look away, Molls. You might as well get used to it." Mary sympathized.

"I don't want to get used to it. What does he even want with her?"

"Molly-" Mary interrupted, looking at her reprimandingly.

"No. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean- Lucy's such a good person and sweet and smart and sensitive and caring and-"

"Molly."

"And I'm sure that Wutherton has some admirable attributes. But I just- they just- people like that don't work well together."

"Well, because Aleks isn't here right now, I'll be the voice of reason. Molls, I know that we know that Wutherton is somewhat of a git, but you owe it to Lucy to give him a chance. It's her relationship." Mary chastised.

Molly fumed. "I know you're right. I just- ugh."

"I think you're just ticked off because Rite tried to spike your potion with a vomitting agent."

"Well, you could always go and tell them you don't like seeing them eat each others faces off." Milo jested.

Molly glared at the two lovebirds whilst scooping a spoonful of Cheerios into her mouth. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration and a flare of annoyance in her eyes. She scooped another spoonful of her cereal and abruptly stood up.

Milo's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she strutted over to them, swatting Mary's shoulder.

Mary started to stand up and try to catch her hand, but Molly had made up her mind. "Molly! Ok. You go right ahead."

Milo laid a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Might as well sit back and enjoy the show. Besides, you couldn't have stopped her this time, she's in a bad mood." He smirked and grabbed two scones, handing one to Mary. She shook her head, knowing Molly would regret what she was about to do, and accepted the scone and put her head in her hand.

Molly tapped Wutherton on the shoulder and he stopped snogging her sister long enough to look at her. "Is there a reason you've interrupted my girlfriend and I?" He asked, a pompous smirk marking his face.

"Yes. Please, if you are going to snog my sister, please do it when and where I'm not digesting food." She dead panned. Judging from the look on Lucy's face, she would probably regret this later, but she was not in the mood. "Why are you even da-"

"Molly! This is my boyfriend and my life! You aren't my parent, so butt out!" She yelled, her face turning a signature Weasley red in her anger. "I don't need your approval to date someone! And have I ever asked you for sister advice?!"

"Yes! I can remember a few occasions. You've screwed up, pal!" Molly retorted, prepared to list them. But Lucy beat her to the punch.

"You don't have any room to talk! You're first few boyfriends were all at least three years older than you and one of them-"

"This isn't about me! It's about you and Wutherton! When did this even happen? Were you guys just patrolling the halls one night and then thought, 'Hey! It might be fun to give Molly a run for her money and hook up!'?!" Molly shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

"What Rory and I have has nothing to do with you! I think you're just jealous, because you'll know that you'll never have that with anyone!" Lucy yelled, but her face fell as her eyes landed on something behind Molly.

"Lorcan. I-"

Molly was pulsing with anger. By now anyone that wasn't watching was now. If she hadn't been so furious, she would've hid under a table under all of the eyes she felt staring at her. She felt a warm hand wrap around her waist and figured it was Lorcan, who Lucy was staring at with a mixture of fear and regret. She felt him grab her other hand and gently pulled her away from everyone.

"Lorcan, I didn't mean-" Lucy stuttered.

"I know. Excuse us." Lorcan nodded seriously and led Molly down the stretch of the Great Hall and out the doors. Milo and Mary still sitting there with their mouths hanging open.

After walking for a little, he pulled her behind a tapestry into a secret passageway and put enough space between them so that she could look up and see his face.

"Molly, what was that about?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern.

Molly swallowed, trying to keep all of her hormones in check. "I- I'm just in a bad mood. Timothy Rite spiked my drink with vomiting agents this morning. I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm failing potions to add onto that!"

She pulled at her hair, grabbing a fistful, before Lorcan reached up and gently pulled her hands away from her hair. "Molls, I know that you and Wutherton don't see eye to eye-" she raised her eyebrows in protest. "Ok. He's a prat. But just like you have the freedom to choose to be with me, Lucy has the freedom to choose Wutherton. And I know, I can't think of a single reason why she would want to be with him, but you have to let her live her life."

She wanted him to be wrong, but she knew he was right. Besides, it always touched her heart that he always seemed to know what was wrong before she said anything. She sighed, "I know you're right, but that doesn't make me any less angry."

He chuckled, and rubbed the sides of her arms tenderly, "Well, I'd be worried if you weren't. It's not like you to give up so easily." He jested, before pulling her in for a hug. She let him and buried her head in his chest, angrily resisting the irrational urge to cry. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close to her as he could be, feeling his arms wrap around her small frame and rest his chin on her head. She relaxed and felt all of the stress and anger seep out of her, until her eye lids were heavy and she was completely supported by Lorcan, almost asleep, until suddenly, "OK, LOVEBIRDS! TIME TO GO!"

Molly jumped, almost hitting Lorcan's chin with the top of her head. She looked over at her friend who had just scared the living daylights out of her and glared at him.

Milo stood in the entry of the secret stone passageway, holding the tapestry aside, and a lopsided grin playing in his lips. Molly sighed dramatically, and couldn't help but send Lorcan a look when he chuckled.

"Come on, you guys! While you've been off snogging, no doubt, breakfast has concluded and classes are about to start."

Molly looked mock offended. "We weren't snogging!"

"Yeah, yeah! Classes start in less than thirty minutes." Milo said, dramatically, a hand on his hip.

"Well, in that case," Molly smirked devilishly, grabbed the tapestry and pulled it shut. She threw her arms around Lorcan's neck, looking impishly up at him and pulled his head down, crashing her lips onto his.

A/N: There you go! Chapter four. I hope you liked it! :)

I will try to update this within the next three weeks.

COMING UP: Quidditch team try outs and broken bones