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Chapter 3: Sunny Ville Hotel

I met Victoire in the Hogwarts Express back in first year, she was in seventh and she was head girl. We became pretty close when she saved Scorpius and I from bullies (you tend to get close to people who save you), and even closer when I became friends with Rose. I even like to think that Scorpius and I are actually family friends, but I don't know about them. I like being on the safe side. Sometimes.

Anyway, Victoire was a perfect role model; pretty, kind, intelligent and etcetera. It took me half the year before I realized that is, in fact, not perfect. She's an actual person with actual feelings. She may be perfect from an arm's length, but she's an imperfect human being, and I respected her more for that.

Teddy, on the other hand, is someone Rose mentions occasionally in our conversations. I only got to meet him by second year, when we went to the Weasley's for Christmas. It was quite a day, with Mr. Weasley freaking out when he found out we were Malfoys. Teddy seemed to be a nice guy from what Rose said, and she wasn't proven wrong. Teddy is really cool.

Besides, if a person can survive a hair-dye prank because he can actually change his color by will, I think that's cool enough.

When I learned they were about to get married, I wasn't surprised, and I was ecstatic. Have you attended any Weasley party? You should! All the food is lovely, and that's why I love them. Part of why I do, anyway.

"Hailey!" Someone's voice called, and it turned out to be Rose Weasley. Her bushy red hair was down in a low ponytail, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the tropical island.

If you hadn't connected everything by now, I'd be mocking your intelligence level. Yes, Teddy and Victoire are going to have a Beach Wedding.

"Thank goodness you're here." She panted breathlessly. "Everyone around here is going crazy. You should've seen Aunt Fleur earlier."

The whole family is staying in a hotel for awhile, since they're the one really needed for rehearsals. Scorpius and I are just really impatient kids. (Ha! Kids!)

I don't know how people put it into words, but the place is really beautiful, peaceful, and magnificent. There isn't much crowd too.

"Scorpius," Rose nodded her head curtly but my brother replied with a sarcastic drawl. "No, I'm Draco Malfoy from 1995."

Rose rolled her eyes.

My eyes flitted between the two of them and resisted the urge to do the same. Last school year, Al and I forced the two to become civil. Trust me, you don't want to be caught in a Rose-Scorpius duel. It ends pretty badly.

"Right," I cleared my throat. "Where are we staying?"

"Hailey will be staying with me," Rose informed us in general, leading us to the hotel's front lobby. I caught a glimpse of Uncle Harry talking to the clerk on the desk. They seemed to have a problem communicating. Al fell into a step beside me, his hands in his pockets.

"How long?" He asked me, his eyebrow raised.

Do any of you find a guy raising his eyebrow attractive? I do. And it's sort of intimidating.

I shrugged and grinned. "I'm guessing this year. All that pent up tension can't be held that long."

Curious to what we're talking about? Patience, young grasshopper.

(A/N: Or, if you want to guess, you can leave it in the review over there.)

Rose and Scorpius are friends—no one can deny that. They're just really competitive against each other, which usually ends up in contests and duels. I don't even know why they're like that—so don't ask me.

"Where's Victoire?" Scorpius drawled. He likes drawling, that guy. It's his ridiculous hobby and Mum said he got it from Father.

"She, Aunt Fleur, and Mum are talking to the wedding planner." Rose answered. Scorpius sat down on one of the couches in the lobby, which I copied.

"There's such a thing as a wedding planner?" I frowned.

""It's a person, not a thing." Al corrected.

I continued frowning and decided to switch the topic, suddenly remembering something. "Where's the beloved groom?"

I can't help but let the sweetness sugarcoat over my voice. This made Rose an eyebrow. I mean, sweet Hailey only comes out when she's planning something evil or she's acting all innocent. Or she's silently mocking you in her head. Heck, my name even smells sweet. Wait, how do you even smell a name? Ugh. Never mind.

"He's out with dad touring with some muggle guide."

"I hope he's ready to suffer. Even if he is the groom, he can't avoid the wrath of wrecking a not morning person's morning." Scorpius added, a maniacal grin spreading over his face. I copied the grin that made Al and Rose inch away slightly. "Is this about the invitation?"

"Invitation?" I hissed, my eyes narrowing. "It's not a bloody invitation, Rosie-posie it's a fucking howler."

Rose flinched. When I use her nickname, that means I'm pissed, Level two. She knows that very well. Sighing glumly, she eyed Scorpius and I carefully. "I won't partake in whatever your plan is, but I only hope he wouldn't die. He's the groom, after all."

"Killing him would be effortless." I scowled.

"No," Scorpius agreed. "It's going to be something worse than that."

"I bet my whole inheritance he thought on his arse it was amusing." I muttered, letting my eyes flutter close for a bit. A billion ideas were flashing in my mind, but I have to plan carefully.

"Can you please stop cussing?" Rose asked me, rolling her eyes. I grinned as I turned to her. "Honey, profanity is a part of me. And most of teenagers nowadays. They even speak more vulgar than I do."

"It doesn't mean you have to do it too." She retorted, crossing her arms which I blatantly ignored.

There are certain levels of bitchiness I can actually display.

Zero: the sugar sweet girl, the prim and proper, eloquent, graceful, also referred to as the Malfoy side.

One: 'I'm-pissed-with-you-but-you're-not-worth-my-time.'

Two: It means I'm cussing and you're the subject of all of it. The revenge will most likely be a prank that will teach you not to mess up with me at a certain time.

By this time, I'm only bordering on Level Two, and that's not really much. Wait until Level Three. That's when I usually lose all of my senses.

"That was extremely unnecessary! You could've just told him off!"

"He was hitting on you!"

"James, I think I can handle him very well, thank you very much."

"Lily, trusting those kind of guys will only lead you nowhere."

"I was not going to trust him! Merlin, you speak as if I'm going to marry him!"

"When are you two going to start biting each other's head off?" I drawled. Lily sat beside me with her arms crossed and her cheeks flushed.

"What happened?" Scorpius asked curiously, his eyes darting between James and Lily. James sat on the single couch, his face in an indirect glare. I can't look at him without my stomach fluttering in curiosity. And confusion. Mostly the latter, though.

"A guy was flirting with her and I punched him." He stated simply, which made Lily huff in annoyance. "He wasn't flirting! We were just talking!"

"He's a guy Lily. I know how he looks at you, and it wasn't just for talking." James insisted.

"You can't go around punching people here, James. There's a thing called law you know." Rose frowned. "He could sue you."

"When did he ever care about the law?" I muttered under my breath.

"James has a point, Lil." Al said with a frown. "That guy may have not meant well."

Lily stomped her way out of the place with a scowl, and I watched her walk away instead.

"You're overdoing it." I commented. "Lily may be your little sister, but she's not a little girl anymore. I'm pretty sure she knows what she's doing."

"Can you stop meddling with us?" James snapped.

"Only if you stop being rude." I shot back.

"You nosy little—"

"Hailey!" Rose cut him off, probably sensing an argument to overtake. "I think the rooms are ready. You wanna go and take a rest?"

"Sure." I smiled sweetly, standing up and rolling my eyes when I passed James. I saw him poke his tongue out in a childish manner. Idiot.

Cute idiot.

Shut up, irrational side. I'm not entertaining you.

My stomach lurched unpleasantly when we rode the elecator (or escavator, I dunno) which was this large fridge-like thing that you ride and it goes up and down. Like the elevator at the Ministry, except that elevator goes all ways.

"Can't you try and last a day without arguing with my cousin?" Rose groaned when we reached the right floor. I held myself steady when my feet hit solid ground. Muggles and their fucking technogylogy.

"I can't talk to him without arguing with him." I answered simply.

"Then don't talk to him altogether!"

"How can I?" I gasped dramatically. "His mere presence forces me to talk to him!"

We reached a door and Rose inserted a key in, pushing the door and revealing a nice comfy room inside. Her things are on top of a bed farthest from the window, but the bed was neatly arranged. A pile of her books were on top of the bedside table, and I had to roll my eyes. Typical Rose.

There's also a bar-like counter at the corner of the room, where there was a hot thermos with a few clean cups. A fellytision was on the wall too. I was disappointed when there was not bathtub in the bathroom, but only a shower. Oh well. I guess you can't get all you want.

"I know you like to be close the window, so I chose the bed over here."

I nodded absentmindedly, shoving my whole suitcase on the shelf. I'll unpack them later. I took off my flats and plopped down on the bed, sleep threatening to overtake.

"Jet lag?" Rose chuckled.

"Yes." I mumbled, my voice muffled due to the fact that I was lying face down. It's not like I didn't sleep on the plane—I did.

Why? You said it's not wise to sleep next to James Potter!

It isn't. But I did drool on him, you know, but I didn't know that until I woke up on his shoulder with our hands lightly grasped against each other.

Aww, that's so sweet! Sitting right next to a hot guy and falling asleep on his shoulder while holding his hand!

It wasn't sweet. It was anything but sweet. Sure, I wouldn't mind sitting next to a hot guy and falling asleep on his shoulder, so long as he isn't my enemy. Fuck, you had no idea how humiliating and degrading it was.

I barely heard Rose say something as she turned off the lights and closed the door. I didn't reply either, and I was finally able to sleep.

I was alone in the room when I woke up. My hair was all over the place as I sat up, my eyes squinting. Something was humming in a low baritone, and I found out it was this machine that makes the room cold. Except when you can just cast a freezing charm, you wouldn't need it. Oh, well.

The clock hanging on the wall says 5:30 PM, which meant that it's nearly dinner. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, wriggling my toes when it met the cold floor.

I decided to take a quick shower and wear a pair of jeans that Rose once gave me for Christmas. She quite adored jeans, and was shocked when she learned that I have none, so she gave me one. I put on a loose white shirt and let my hair down, slipping in a pair of sneakers.

Why do they call sneakers sneakers if there's nothing sneaky about it? This, my dear mates, is one of the mysteries of the world.

Rose left a note on the bedside table, saying that they are hanging out in the resort, so I decided to lock the room and grab the keys from the table where my roommate left it. As I pocketed the keys, I noticed a room that stood ajar.

I saw a moving bag inside which piqued my curiosity and I pushed it open.

If anyone catches you, they'll think you're a burglar.

Let me say this to you, stranger: I. Don't. Care.

I have long forgotten caring about what others think of me. Because, most of the times, they're wrong.

Boo hoo, Hailey, luck you. In my place I have no choice but to comply to what everyone wants, because otherwise I'll be judged. I think I'm not yet that strong to handle it.

Honey, you're stronger and braver than you think. No one can possibly know you better than you should know yourself. There are people who do not know nore appreciate who they are because they have no idea how great they can be. But, let me tell this to you. I would not survive for fifteen years if I didn't believe in myself. That's the first thing in life; know and believe in your self. 'Impossible' is a word for those who lack faith.

Oh Merlin, I should be a motivational speaker.

Well, getting over that ridiculous moment and moving on, I zipped the bag open and was surprised when a furry little something jumped out of the bag.

"Jess!" I cried in a whisper. Potter must have abducted her when he volunteered to carry my bag on the way here. I knew the git meant nothing good. Psh.

She purred as she climbed up my shoulder. Jess is a violet pygmy puff and has been my pet since first year. Of course it isn't allowed in Hogwarts, but by some miracle I manage to find an excuse every year. Or a loophole.

The sound of water was rushing from the bathroom and with it was a horrible singing voice. I cringed and glanced at the other bed and found a dump of things there, including a picture frame of Teddy and Victoire. A smirk graced my face as I thought of a brilliant idea. I left the place and decided to tell it to Scorpius.

This would be very brilliant.

I quickly crept away from the room with Jess on my shoulder and headed downstairs, using the flight of stairs instead of the escavator. I'd like to not get dizzy, thank you very much.

Rose was sitting near the pool with her jeans rolled up and legs dipped in the water. My brother was showing off his pale skin under a large umbrella, lying on a bench with shades on. At least Al was wearing a shirt as he sat on the nearest bench.

"The princess has awoken and graced us with her presence." Al announced with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and did a curtsy. "Thank you, court announcer."

I grinned and copied Rose's position. "Hey, guys."

"You brought your pygmy puff with you." Rose remarked, staring at Jess.

"Really? I didn't know!" I gasped. Rose rolled her eyes as Jess slid down from my shoulder and hopped off to somewhere. Jess is the only one that leaves me and comes back surely.

"Aren't you going to get her? What if a muggle sees her?" Rose was perplexed. (Goggle the word if not understandable.)

"A muggle's not going to see her." I said calmly. "Uncle Harry performed a charm that will hide her from muggle's sight."

"Hailey!" Dominique Weasley (Victoire's sister) appeared from the doorway. "Long time no see."

"Indeed."

Dominique is a very good mix of her parents. If Victoire is Barbie, Dominique is the red headed version. And Louis, their youngest, is the Ken one. Ieven had a crush on Louis back in first year, but that was before he grew up to be a womanizer.

"How are you?" Dom asked. I shrugged, looking down at myself. "Fine, I guess."

"This wedding is really a hassle. It's not like we're going to invite the whole Wizarding world." She rolled her eyes. I smirked but noticed Rose look around fearfully. "Don't let Aunt Fleur or Vicky hear that."

"They wouldn't Rosie. Oh, hi Al, hi Scorpius." She grinned at the boys who nodded in return. She turned to us and cocked her head to the water. "Is it cold?"

"Nah, it's pretty warm."

Dominique grinned and took off her sundress, revealing a two piece bikini which she was wearing underneath as she dived into the pool.

Scorpius gaped at her; I can't blame the guy, Dominique's a real model. Can't say the same for the frowning Rose and the squirming Al though. He's most probably uncomfortable that he saw his cousin in a bikini.

Minutes later of talking to each other, the exit doors of the hotel lobby opened (it was the only entrance to the pool) and in came a swarming people of redheads.

"I guess the others are here."

It only took seconds before someone leapt into the air and whisked us with water.

"Frederick George Weasley!" Roxanne's earsplitting scream called, her glare directed towards the figure that floated in the water before it swam towards our direction. Out popped the face of Fred Weasley II. "No need to scream, Roxy. I'm right here."

"Hey guys," Roxanne greeted tiredly, sliding down in the water. I guess wearing a white shirt and shorts is legit.

Fred beamed at everyone before his eyes landed on me. "Widewings!"

I instantly kicked my feed upward which hit his face directly. "Don't you dare hug me, Frederick. You're wet."

Let me explain the Widewings part.

Back in first year, James, Fred and I created a group called 'Rovers', pranking since 2017, using the Marauders' trademark and Weasley style. James is Prongs, Fred is Padfoot, and I'm Widewings. There is no Moony, because Teddy is the honorary Moony.

There's this unwritten tradition in Hogwarts that every near Christmas, each house will be under prank wars. The three of us are the ones who represent Gryffindor. Unbelievable? I know. Most teachers were shocked too. But it's fun seeing their faces shocked when a Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley join forces to win.

You never mentioned you were in Gryffindor!

Well, now I did. Surprise!

After greetings were exchanges, most proceeded to swimming.

I was conversing with Scorpius, Al, and Rose when someone unceremoniously shoved me in the pool. I had no time to recover from the shock; I had to recover from breathing and pushed myself to the surface, only seeing James Potter laughing.

"Are you nuts? Are you drunk? Did your mother drop you when you were a baby?" I screamed, glaring at him with vile.

Forget that he was topless and was only wearing swim shorts. He pushed me into the pool.

"I could've died." I snarled.

"But you didn't." He replied casually. Then, after sighing, he extended his arm with a lopsided grin. "Come on, I'll help you up."

Of course, I know his plan. He's James Potter for fuck's sake.

I smiled sweetly, which was a smile you all know why.

I reached up and he retracted his hand, but I was expecting that so my other hand was able to grasp his arm. I used the moment to grab him in, sending him toppling in the pool, while I used the force to be able to stand. I dried my hair and my shirt when I was finally standing, smirking downwards at his glaring face.

"Payback's a bitch."

I told Rose that I was going to change into swimwear, and she agreed with me, also deciding to swim.

This swimming was uneventful.

Aside from the fact that Rose and Scorpius had a competition on who is the fastest swimmer, Al almost drowned, Roxy yelled herself hoarse, I beat Fred in a game of longest time underwater and our team lost in water tag, dinner happened to be more eventful. Dinner with the Weasleys and Potters is chaotic.

Five long tables were connected just for everyone to be comfortable. Mr. Arthur Weasley sat at the head of the table, and then the adults, and then the kids. I was sitting beside Scorpius and across us were Al and Rose. Fred was on my other side, with James on his other side.

The bride-to-be and groom-to-be, however, arrived twenty minutes late. Victoire's hair was messy and Teddy was smirking. Ooh, gross.

"Sorry, something held us up." Victoire apologized. They sat near the adults.

"So, Victoire, Teddy, what are you planning?" Aunt Ginny asked.

"Thank you for asking, Aunt Ginny. We have twenty five days before the wedding, so it will be full of rehearsals and gown fittings." Victoire answered with a small tired smile.

"Tomorrow an instructor will be coming to teach the traditional wedding dance. The whole family will have to perform for the visitors." Teddy added, shoving a spoonful in his mouth.

"Perform? A dance?" Rose squeaked, her eyes wide. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"Sweetie, we have to get the best and most patient dance instructor for you lot, and she only confirmed her availability this morning." Aunt Hermione told her.

"If it's going to be a traditional dance, it'll be easy." Scorpius mused.

"How would you know that?" Rose snorted. Scorpius raised a blond eyebrow as he replied. "We went to plenty of special events that include dances, Wea—Rose."

I cackled evilly in my mind. Thank Merlin I'm not really in their family. I dread social dances.

"Then there will also be food tasting, preparation for the guests, the actual run of the program and such. The list goes on and on." Victoire still added. My mind is spinning dizzily. Remind me to never get married.

On second thought, never mind.

Teddy whispered something in her ear which made her smile and kiss his cheek. What a really sweet couple. But I'm still not forgiving them about the howler-invitation.

Come to think of it, when Victoire mentioned the things to do, you'd think it will be very easy if the participants to know just how to comply.

Unfortunately, we're talking about the Weasley and Potters. They're the Wotters. Do you really think everything will go on smoothly?

That's pretty much everything. What do you think?