Birthday Wishes Always Come True

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, and any similarities with real life is purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, recreational drug use, nudity, etc.), and violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

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A couple weeks went by where Lily was subjected to thrice weekly Pep Practices, almost died with her mountains of homework, and life at Hogwarts settled into a nice routine. She'd hang out with Scorpius on Friday and Saturday evenings, usually having a smoke behind the greenhouses, and he'd regale her with the life of being a Seventh Year Slytherin Quidditch Captain and Head Boy who happened to be dating her cousin. Lily always felt distinctly awkward whenever their conversations meandered to Rose, because she couldn't quell the crush she herself had on him, and didn't want to hear the gory details of how and where they made out. But she played nice and let him ramble about her.

Then, on Sundays, she'd usually catch Horace Carmichael smoking behind Greenhouse Five, and would join him to hang out for a few minutes. She found him actually very well read and quite deep. Which still amazed her, because he was a major stoner and quietly unassuming, But he saw almost everything and he was intensely perceptive.

It was just such one of these Sundays, the very last one of September, and they were leaning against the greenhouse, laughing about trying to picture Professor Binns as a human, not a ghost, and speculated on whether he'd ever been married. "No," Lily said, handing the joint back to him. "He probably died a virgin who's never even been kissed if you ask me. Any woman who might've been interested was probably put to sleep the second he opened his mouth."

Carmichael grinned. "Or he was a total player. Probably got more pussy than he knew what to do with. Chicks dig Goblin Wars, y'know." She laughed until her sides hurt.

"Yeah, totally," she agreed jokingly. "Hearing about Ulrug the Ugly and his conquering army is a definite turn on." Carmichael chuckled, outing the joint and dropping his roach into a special scent-proof bag. Lily ran a hand through her hair, and sighed, then watched Carmichael put his eye drops in.

"Look up," he said softly, leaning over to do hers too. She complied and he dropped the cool potion into each of her eyes. She blinked and fluttered her lashes. "Fuck, your eyelashes are making wind, Potter," he teased.

She giggled. "They do that. That's why I never wear mascara. Last time I put it on, people in front of me were blown over." He smiled, that adorable dimple popping out. She poked it. "You have the best smile," she said. "It surprises me."

"Ouch," he drawled, leaning away.

Lily rolled her eyes. "Just saying, it's a good smile. You should show it off more."

"Yeah?" he asked, cocking a brow.

"Uh huh," she agreed.

"That's like saying you have good tits, you should show them off more." Lily's eyes widened a tiny bit and she laughed.

"You look at my tits?" she asked, mock scandalized.

"Of course. I'm a sixteen year old heterosexual male, Potter," he replied easily, and Lily wondered, for just a second, if he was serious, but then he smirked.

"Hmm, smile more, and we'll see," she replied, and stood up. "I'm going to go in now. It's getting cold."

"The downside of winter," he said, getting up as well. They walked back up toward the castle together, and Lily smirked. "What's so funny?" he asked quietly.

"Funny? I dunno. I was just thinking it must suck to smoke in the winter. Can you wear mittens?" Carmichael chuckled and shrugged as they passed through the great oaken front doors.

"It's not bad. You go into the Forest and there's less snow. Still cold as fuck though. As for mittens, just...no." He smiled and Lily smiled back. "I'm smiling, show me your tits," he said and Lily laughed, pushing him.

"Yeah right, Carmichael," she laughed as they started up the stairs. "You need to do a lot more than just smile at me for that."

His smile widened, the dimple deepening. "Yeah?" he drawled.

"Yup."

They paused at the top of the stairs where they would part ways and she turned to wave, but then Carmichael stepped forward, and he was smiling at her, and Lily didn't think to resist as he leaned in and kissed her very gently. Her mouth moved forward, closer to his, and the kiss deepened and she sighed contentedly as his tongue traced her lip. He broke away, still smiling. "That bring me any closer?" he murmured.

Lily laughed softly and when he smiled she poked his dimple again. "Maybe," she said elusively.

"Goodnight, Potter."

"'Night," she breathed, and he kissed her again, softly, and then turned and headed off, hands in pockets, to Ravenclaw Tower. Lily shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets and made for Gryffindor Tower, smiling to herself the whole way.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Cheryl asked when Lily breezed into the dorm.

"She's like a kite," Hope said blandly. "Although she's a bitch, and she won't tell you where she gets it," the blonde added as Cheryl sat up.

"Is Faith in the bathroom?" Lily asked.

"Yeah," Hope murmured. "She's got a date she said."

"Who with?"

"With whom," Cheryl corrected, and Lily smirked, flipping her off.

"Jerome Williams," Hope said.

Lily lifted her brows. He was good looking, if not quite her taste. That thought made her giggle, because she'd never thought Horace Carmichael would be her taste, but he was a pretty good kisser. "Damn, I want to shower before M-" Before Lily could even say the name, the fifth Gryffindor girl came into the dorm, wrinkling her nose.

"Ew, Potter, you stink again," she said rudely. Lily rolled her eyes. "Seriously, what is that smell?"

"They don't teach you in Prefect meetings?" Cheryl tossed out. "Shocking. How are you supposed to catch the wrongdoers if you can't sniff them out?"

Lily cast the dark-haired girl a glare, which Cheryl smirked at. Matilda narrowed her eyes. "What sort of wrongdoing?" she demanded.

"The kind that makes you smell bad, obviously," Hope cut in.

"Godric, I don't even smell that bad!" Lily sighed. She sniffed her sweater, but couldn't pick up any trace scents of illegal herbs.

"Oh, you stink, honey," Cheryl said, smiling.

"Kind of," Hope said. Lily frowned.

Faith came out of the bathroom on a cloud of steam, wrapped in a towel, and sniffed. "Who smells like-? Never mind." She smiled at Lily.

"You're all bitches," she grumbled, and grabbed her shower stuff. "I'm going to go de-stink-ify then."

"That's not even a word," Matilda said condescendingly. Lily smiled.

"You should try making up your own words, Matthews," Lily tossed over her shoulder. "I got kissed tonight. Maybe it'll work for you too."

A few days later, Lily was in the Library, rain lashing at the windows making her glad she was indoors, looking up reference material for her Transfiguration essay due the next week, and had an armload of books when Scorpius Malfoy appeared at the end of the row.

"Why so many books, Little Potter?" he asked.

"Studying," she replied, frowning, wondering if she should glance at Transfiguring Tigers too, or if she had enough on inter-species Transfiguration.

"So is what I hear true?" he asked.

"What are you hearing?" she asked, grabbing the book anyway, turning to face the tall blond. She swallowed a little, because he looked good, really good, in his Quidditch robes and training uniform with his damp blond hair falling over his forehead.

"You've been hanging out with Carmichael."

Lily shrugged. "I guess," she said.

Scorpius frowned at her. "You know he's not a very good influence right?"

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Neither are you," she pointed out.

"I don't sell drugs," Scorpius said very quietly. Lily snorted.

"No, you just buy them," she shot back. "Come on, Malfoy, do I look dumb? I promise I learned my lesson with Zipzer. I'm not looking for a repeat. Besides, we just hang out."

"So long as it stays that way," he said grudgingly, folding his arms, looking stern. She patted his cheek.

"Aw, so cute, you're checking up on me. It's cool. I'm a big girl, Scorpius, I got it."

His mouth thinned as she brushed past him, but she didn't see it as she went to check out her books.

On Friday morning, Lily woke early, showered and dressed, and went down to breakfast early, seeing Rose sitting alone, looking tired and glum, and her feet brought her over to sit beside her cousin. The redhead nudged the older witch. "Why the long face?" she asked.

Rose sighed, poking at her scrambled eggs. "Long night. Stressful night." She sighed. "Scorpius and I had a fight."

Lily hated that part of her felt delighted, and squashed it, focusing on her cousins upset instead, hoping to make her feel better. "Shit. Was it like a serious fight?" she whispered. "Did you patch things up?"

Rose sighed. "I think so," she said. "And we talked it out, but I feel like he's just telling me what I want to hear."

Lily frowned. "What did you even fight about?" she asked. So far as she knew, everything in Scorpius-Rose Land was peachy keen, to her slight dismay. What could they possibly fight about? They seemed so happily, solidly together. She tried to control the petty evil part of her that cackled with glee at the thought of rose and Scorpius fighting.

"Ugh, so you know how the first game of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin is next weekend?" she asked. Lily nodded. How could she forget? Rose was a madwoman, training them to death, wanting everything perfect for when they did their cheering or whatever it was. The whole Pep Team routine her cousin had planned out to the second was probably never going to vacate Lily's brain. "So I told him I was excited, you know, 'cause we're going to look amazing, I just know it. And he's like, 'What about watching me play?' And of course, I was like, 'I'm not going to have time for that', you know, because we're doing our routine. And he got all offended. But it's not like he's going to be watching me either, right?"

Lily bit her lip. She could see why Scorpius would be upset. It was a nice thought to have your girlfriend watch you play sports and cheer for you, but she also saw where Rose was coming from. Lily went the tactful route. "Obviously. But, unlike him, you know our routine in your sleep. You could probably watch him and still kick Slytherin bitch butts."

Rose smiled. "You think?" she mused. Lily nodded. The auburn haired with hugged her. "You're the best, Lils. I'm glad it's not weird for you, me and Scorpius," she said. Lily grit her teeth to keep her smile. "I mean, I know you said in the summer, you kind of had a thing for him."

"You two being happy is more important than that silly old crush. I'm over it," Lily lied easily. "Besides," she added, "I met a pretty cool guy, and we've been hanging out."

Rose's eyes widened and Lily could've kicked herself. "Who?" her cousin demanded.

Lily shrugged. "I'm not telling anyone," she said. "Not after last year," she muttered.

Blue eyes softened. "Oh, Lily, I know that was a shitty time for you, but not every guy is like that."

The redhead drank some coffee. "I know," she said at last, "but I'm just hanging out with him. It's nothing serious." Rose sighed, but Lily could see she wouldn't push it. She was grateful, which made it easier to be supportive of her lovely cousin dating the guy she'd had a crush on as long as she could recall having crushes. Mostly, anyway. "Anyway, you excited about Hogsmeade?" she said in a blatant subject change, and spent the rest of breakfast hearing the detailed plans she and Scorpius had tentatively made for the Hogsmeade weekend around Halloween.

She went off to Charms, wishing she hadn't brought up the stupid subject of Hogsmeade, and her grouchy mood lasted all the way through her day. She actually dozed off in Divination and woke at the bell, slamming her book shut and hurrying out of the room, rubbing her eyes.

"I can't wait to drop this crap," Lily said to Cheryl as they went to the common room.

"Hell yeah," her dark-haired friend agreed. "I thought it would be okay going in, but now it's like torture on a Friday afternoon, double Divination."

"Fucking right," Lily said.

"You know what would be nice," Cheryl said slyly as they headed toward the Fat Lady.

"Hmm?"

"A little puff," she said and Lily rolled her eyes.

"You girls need to find your own people, I'm not giving it up," she said firmly. Cheryl sighed.

"You suck. I want a hint. The twins got one."

"Which they told you," Lily added, laughing. "Persnickety," she said to the Fat Lady, who allowed them entry.

"So? That's 'cause they're dumb blondes. I want my own hint."

Lily shook her head, smiling. "Fine," she relented when Cheryl pouted. "He's not in our House."

Dark eyes rolled. "That's helpful," she mumbled. "That still leaves, what, fifty dudes?"

"No, I think more like thirty," Lily mused.

"Still," Cheryl said. "That's thirty guys to question."

Lily giggled. "If he even tells you," she added. Cheryl shoved her. They went down to dinner together a couple hours later, and as they walked down into the Entrance Hall, the sound of shouting met Lily's ears. "What's going-?" she began.

"Isn't that your cousin, the Head Girl?" Cheryl asked as they paused at the edge of a small crowd, still on the stairs. Indeed, it was Rose and Scorpius, and they were arguing. Loudly.

"You can't tell me what to do," Scorpius said imperiously.

"Wanna bet?" Rose shot back, cheeks flushed with temper. Lily's eyes widened and she couldn't help the foolish surge of hope that maybe they'd break up. It wasn't often her cousin got this riled up, so Lily knew it must be serious. Scorpius narrowed his eyes at her.

"Seriously?" the blond wizard drawled. "It's not even a big deal, Rose."

"Maybe not to you, but it is to me. So make your choice, Scorpius."

"You can't just give ultimatums like that!" he snapped.

"Says who?" Rose half-shouted. "Watch me. You either pick me, or the other option Scorpius." A murmur went up through the crowd. "And if you can't pick, that's kind of sad," Rose added nastily.

"What do you want me to say to you, Rose?" Scorpius asked quietly, face completely devoid of emotion. "That I'm done? That it's over?"

Another murmur went through the crowd. Lily felt her heart sinking and turned away, not wanting to see the breakup, because she felt uncomfortably guilty and pleased at the same time. "Yes," Rose said softly, but it carried nonetheless.

"Then it's over and I'm done," he said simply. "You win."

To everyone's confusion, Rose beamed. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

Scorpius smiled back, but to Lily, who had peeked back, it looked more like a grimace as they hugged and the crowd broke up. The redhead went into dinner with Cheryl. "What was that all about?" her friend whispered and Lily shrugged.

"I have no clue. Lovers' spat, most likely."

When she went to Greenhouse Three that night, it was almost completely dark. She wrapped her cloak up tighter and waited for almost an hour, but then went back to her common room to thaw by the fire. Apparently that's what the fight had been all about. Scorpius's days of smoking were, apparently, over and done. She tried not to frown and feel bummed, but it was hard. She'd enjoyed those times alone with Scorpius. Almost like having those few days of summer back. She thought about the kiss they'd shared in the shadows of her parents' yard. It seemed a lifetime ago.

She told herself it was for the best anyway. It's not like she was a stoner. She frowned, then thought back to what Carmichael had said about getting some shit of her own. She determined she would ask him the next time she saw him. Not that she knew how to do anything with it, but maybe she could sweet talk him into rolling her a joint.

By Sunday evening, Lily was over the sadness not hanging with Scorpius, alone, twice a week had brought, or so she told herself, and took a long walk before wandering past the greenhouses. "You're late," Carmichael said from the deepest puddle of shadows, only discernible by a faint orange glow from the cherry on his joint.

"Says who?" she asked moving closer. She jumped a little when he moved forward and pressed his lips to hers, exhaling into her mouth, but she breathed in and then exhaled as he pulled away. "Hi." She smiled, knowing she was blushing and was thankful for darkness to mask it.

"Hi," he said. Her eyes adjusted slowly and she could see his vague outline, the angles of his face lighting up as he puffed his joint. "You seem edgy."

She shrugged. "A little," she admitted. "Um, kind of nervous," she clarified.

"Why?"

Lily licked her lips, trying to remind herself she was a Gryffindor and thusly brave. "I want to buy some shit," she said, feeling stupid and awkward even as the words came out.

"Yeah?" he said. "And why should I be inclined to do that?" he asked softly. She couldn't tell if he was smiling or not.

"Because you're a nice guy like that?" she ventured.

"Busted," he murmured, and she saw him hold out the joint. She took it carefully and puffed. "How much?"

"Honestly?" she asked, took another drag from the joint and passed it back then exhaled. "I don't know. Enough to roll a joint I guess."

"Hmm," Carmichael said, and she blushed, feeling foolish. "And who's going to roll it for you, Potter?" he teased. "Malfoy?"

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "I dunno. I'll probably just ask one of my dorm mates."

"No," he said easily, and took a drag from the joint. "Come to my dorm and I'll hook you up."

Lily laughed. "Um, think again," she said.

"Relax, Potter. If I was going to make a move, I'd do it now, in the dark, when you aren't even expecting it."

Lily's eyes widened. "That's creepy," she murmured and he chuckled.

"Serious, you're cute, and fun, but not my cup of tea, Potter."

Her mouth fell open but then she laughed, because at least it was honest. "Wow, ouch. Good thing you have a dimple, or I might never talk to you again, you fucking tosser." He reached for her hand, passing her the joint, and she took a drag.

"Hey, I'm not saying I'm opposed to fooling around if you like, but you don't exactly strike as that sort. And it's not going to go anywhere. I'm not looking for a girlfriend."

Lily giggled. "That still sounds offensive."

"So? You want to come to my dorm or not?" Carmichael asked.

"Fine," she said. After the joint they moved into the light, Carmichael putting drops in, then smirking and helping her do hers, and went back into the castle. Lily, remembering her dorm mates telling her she stunk after smoking with Carmichael, performed a quick Freshening Charm, one of the first ones she'd mastered under Zipzer's tutelage, on her clothes.

Lily had only been to the door of Ravenclaw Tower, never inside, and was confused when Carmichael knocked once with the fancy knocker, very lightly. A cool voice said, "Is it better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all?"

"It's better to have lost the love, than love the lost," Carmichael replied and Lily's brow furrowed. Was that some kind of password?

"Not an answer, but wisdom, truly," the voice said, and the door clicked open.

"This way," Carmichael said softly to her, and lead the way around the edge of the circular room, similar to Gryffindor's but vastly different, with much better looking arm chairs too, and to a door, then up a spiral staircase. They stopped at a door near the top of the staircase and Lily felt a burst of nerves, praying nobody would be inside, especially fucking Zipzer, and then they went in.

The redhead had only ever been to her brother's, and she supposed by default, Scorpius's dorm room, but that had been in First Year, when Professor McGonagall had gathered up her and her brothers to tell them their fathered had been injured at work and was at St. Mungo's, and it was serious, but he was going to be fine. They'd spent the whole night waiting for news in McGonagall's study, although Lily had fallen asleep on James's shoulder, but finally learned their father was alive and well and told them not to miss school to visit him.

Now, however, she was intensely aware that she was in a boys' dorm room. It was a shade messy, a tad funky in the nose, and there were posters of half naked witches who posed and pouted sexily. Lily was relieved the dorm appeared empty but hesitated when Carmichael sat on his bed. "Seriously, Potter, I'm not a sexual deviant. Sit. Or would you rather stand so your ex can just walk in?"

She bit her lip but sat. He pulled a box out from under his bed, spelled the curtains shut, and cast a Silencing Charm. He opened the box and Lily peeked over the lid at the contents. There were a bunch of little baggies of green stuff, a couple bigger bags of green stuff, and some funky looking purply green stuff in a smaller bag off to one side. "You want to learn how to roll your own, or just watch for now?" he teased.

Lily shook her head. She was too stoned to be able to do tasks associated with fine motor skills with any finesse. "I'm good watching."

The dimple flashed. "Kinky."

"You're kind of a pervert," she said as he pulled out two papers, and reached for the bag of funky coloured stuff, pulling out a little nugget. He closed the box, put the stuff on top, mumbled something as he waved his wand at the weed, and it disintegrated from a nugget into a pile of finely chopped, aromatic weed. "That's fancy."

"It took me ages to find that spell," he said, smirking. He rolled her up a joint, licked the paper and sealed it within seconds. Lily's brows shot up, although her eyelids stayed drooped.

"Now you're just being a show off."

He chuckled. "You try, it's not hard."

"No."

"It's a life skill," he said. "Come on, Potter."

"I learn best by watching," she replied, and he rolled his eyes, but quickly rolled her up another one, then slid them to her.

"Five Galleons. No, six, for my time and effort."

Lily laughed. "Highway robbery," she mumbled, but dug some coins out, even if that was more than she'd wanted to spend.

"You're getting the deal, Potter. And I'm not even asking for tits in return."

"That's because you're smart enough to know you won't get them." Lily paid him and tossed her hair, fighting a yawn. "How do I transport these?" she asked, picking up the joints. They were fairly skinny, but she didn't want to break them in her jeans pocket. "And please don't say carry them."

"Are you wearing a bra?" he asked. She glared and his dark eyes rolled. "Focus pervert. They go in your bra."

She looked down and thought about it. "Um… Where?" she finally asked. He laughed, tugged her tee down, exposing her bra, and as her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open, he tucked one of the joints just under the cup of her left breast, then the other on her right. He was even kind enough to adjust her shirt back up.

"There," Carmichael replied, and closed her mouth for her, smirking. "You're cute."

"I know," she replied after a beat, intensely aware of having drugs in her bra. "Thanks." He undid the spells and opened the curtains and slid the box back under the bed.

"You're welcome."

By the time Lily got back to Gryffindor Tower, her heart was hammering, terrified she'd get caught by a teacher or the Headmistress or the ancient caretaker Filch, or even worse, Matilda on Prefect patrol, but she encountered no one and slipped into the common room and up to her dorm. The joints went from her bra, even as she blushed, and into a little plastic case and then inside an ugly old pair of socks, and then into a corner of her trunk. As soon as she'd closed the lid, Matilda stomped into the dorm. "Potter, why is your cousin's boyfriend asking to talk to you at the portrait hole?"

Lily shrugged. "I dunno. Why don't you let him step in so he can ask to talk to me in the common room?"

"Rule seventy three of the Hogwarts Handbook Guide for Student Interactions states it isn't permissible for a student to be in a common room that is not theirs unless so directed to be by a teacher, Prefect, or Head."

Lily snorted. "You're a Prefect, right? Just tell him to step in, duh." Lily brushed past Matilda, who frowned and followed her back to the common room, and Lily went to the portrait hole, closing it up behind herself, folding her arms as she looked at Scorpius. "Hi."

"Hey," he said. "You ditched me the other night."

The redhead frowned. "Didn't you tell Rose you weren't going to anymore?" she murmured. "And you ditched me Friday."

Scorpius ran a hand through his hair. "Rose doesn't get it," he grumbled, but softly. "It's stressful, all this crap. The weekends are supposed to be for relaxing."

Lily pursed her mouth, getting where he was coming from, but said, "Rose has crap, too, though, right?"

Scorpius snorted. "She thrives on the pressure. She likes being stressed, I swear, because she's half wound all the time." He shook his head and Lily bit her lip feeling distinctly awkward. She'd never heard an unfavourable mention about Rose thus far from Scorpius, and didn't want to hear it now. Because a tiny part of her was laughing inside, wanting to poke what was clearly a sensitive issue.

"Well, I've been in the habit of taking walks after dinner, so if you catch me out, I suppose we could stop and chat for a bit." Scorpius smiled slightly, one corner of his mouth tilting up. "Except Sundays," she added, not wanting to miss hanging out with Carmichael. He was kind of a jerk, and a pervert sometimes, but he was pretty cool, and a decent kisser. Even if he wasn't looking to date her.

"I have patrol on Sundays usually anyway," Scorpius said.

"And tonight?"

"I'm on patrol now." Lily rolled her eyes and turned back to the Fat Lady. "Same time then?"

"Sure. See you around."

"Bye, Lily."

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