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A/N: Yes I know...twice in one week! Whoohoo for flu! Well hold the parties for just a little while as I can't tell when will be the next time I'll update but who know? Spring break is just around the corner

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Chapter Seven:

My Secret Passion for Victory Dances


Monday, August 25th

I came out today, during breakfast. I admitted who I truly was.

Everyone was at kitchen, eating breakfast before all of us head out to Diagon Alley to buy our school supplies.

I helped myself with some sausage and eggs and slowly buttered my toast. Just as I was about to take a bite, someone kicked my foot. I looked up and found only Scorpius staring at me.

"What?" I mutely asked him with my impatient look.

"Tell them!" he heaved his eyes towards Mum and Dad. "Well?"

"Fine." I answered him and rolled my eyes. The git gave me a smug smile. Damn him!

I cleared my throat as I put down my knife and fork. "Mum, Dad," both stopped eating and looked at me (as well as the rest of the table). "I'm the new Gryffindor fifth year prefect."

"We know, dear." Dad said and dipped his toast in his egg.

Cue the jaw dropping!

"You know? How?" this was just awful, how could they possibly know? Was there a big p written all over my forehead?

"I've found the letter on your desk." Cleo said. That…what a…BITCH!

"That's privet you stupid slag!" I glared at her from across the table.

"Lily!" Dad said slowly. "Calm down." He shared a look with Mum before speaking slowly. "I've also found the letter when I was looking for you last night."

"If you don't want people to find out, Gingersnap," Cleo the claw clutching said while she poured more milk into her cercal (I hope it's gone bad). "Don't leave your privet possession free for everyone to see."

"Or perhaps," I mimicked her tone. "You should learn to value privacy, which I know is hard considering you sneak every night into Al's bedroom and shag him while your cousin is the next bed pretending to be asleep and trying to ignore the bedsprings' crick."

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Lily 1 – Cleo the Slag 0

I shall make my victory lap around that giant and overstuffed head of hers.

I shall also point and laugh while doing so.


Monday, August 25th

Tired, also feeling emotionally drained and semi-miserable. Once again I have mastered the fine art of being the black-sheep and found myself (again) scorned and spurned from my very own flash and blood.

Just before leaving to Diagon Alley, Mum and Dad launched the day with a stream of screams and scolds right after breakfast. Let's just say it didn't brighten up my day any more than it already was.

"How horrible was it?" Lucy asked once we met outside the Leaky Cauldron. I was keeping my distance from Mum and Dad as well as from Al and The Leach.

"All sort of rubbish from Mum about me not acting like myself and going the distance to make everyone 'uncomfortable' around me." I pulled my hair (still green) into a loose ponytail while walking beside her.

"Wow." Lucy stopped and faced me. "If it were my parents I'd be as good as dead.

"Yes well, James walked in while I was under attack and stood up for me."

"Sweet," she said. "What have you got on him?"

"Just the thought I might hint something about his and Louis' 'wine and dine' mixers during Mum and Dad's second honeymoon."

"The only thing I have against Molly is that stupid date she had with Dom's ex-boyfriend last year."

"Yuck," I said. "Dom and Molly have the worst taste ever, both in clothes and in boys."

We moved between shops from there, stopping to an ice cream cone and for a new set of dress robes before heading to Flourish and Blotts. Mum and Dad already inside, chatting with Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron – which meant Hugo and Rose where around. Probably by the professional help section wondering why they are the byproduct of a crazy lady and an aloof man. Not that I don't like my Aunt and Uncle- but just like the rest of my family they are sometimes just a little bit too much for me – overwhelming will be an understatement.

Anyways, as Lucy and I looked out for our books for next, Lucy decided to take a detour to the fiction section (probably she's going to sneak one of those smutty muggle books and read and moan every night until she finish it and wait till Christmas to by a new.)

I was alone in the charms section – a little nook at the back of the shop and browsed through a dusty looking history of charms book. As it was in the back of the store I shuddered slightly from the cold.

"Anything interesting?" I looked up and saw Jonathan Wood blocking my path out of the nook.

"Just charms," I said and put the book back on the shelf. "Looking for anything for you?"

"Not really," he gave a quick look behind him. "Sorry for not owling you."

"That's fine," I shrugged. "I understand why you didn't."

"It's not that it wasn't fun," he advanced towards me. "It was, wasn't it?"

"Yes but all fun things come to an end." I was about to make my way past Jonathan when he barricaded my path out of the nook with his arm.

"Yes?" I asked and looked up him.

"I…uh," he frowned and looked at me with an intense look. "Lily."

"Jonathan." I was losing my patience. "Something on my face?"

He shook his head and leaned forward so our faces were inches from each other and in a fast move he tucked a lock behind my ear, his palm lingered for a few second on my cheek and our eyes met for a split second.

"I think I'd better go," I said softly and pushed him gently from my way.

"Lily," he fallowed me and grabbed a hold of my arm. "Listen I-"

"Scorp, she's here!" It was Al. "Hey, there you are." He stood right before us. "Mum and Dad are looking for you."

"I was right here." I answered and Jonathan's grip tightened on my arm.

"Well move your arse or Mum will have kittens." He stormed off while Scorpius remained standing there.

"I'll better get myself visible." I said and Jonathan tensed for a moment before letting go of my arm.

"Yeah right," He sounded somewhat defeated as I walked over to Scorpius. "See you then."

"Bye." I waved him as he went and joined his parents. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" Scorpius asked as we made our own way back to Mum and Dad.

"This one," I pointed at his face. "The stupid one, you made just now."

"I don't have a stupid look!"

"None that you know off," I said. "Glad to be at service." I punched him lightly on the shoulder but Scorpius grabbed a hold of my hand. "Really now, what's the deal with my hand? It's not that fascinating."

He let go of it. "If Wood gives you trouble-"

"Which he doesn't."

"But if he does-"

"I can handle him myself." I put my hands on my hips, always a bad sign when a Weasley female does it.

"I know you can," he huffed and looked over his shoulder. "But I want to know you're okay."

"I don't need another older brother."

"Good," he said. "Because, I don't plan on being one."

"You're annoying me." I resumed walking with him towards the cash register, where Mum and Dad were. "And I shouldn't be a talking to you because of this morning."

"Why am I part of the blame?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know," I pretended to think deeply. "Perhaps your stupid mojo psychic convincing are to blame, but I can't hex and idea can I?"

He gawked at me, confused. "Huh?"

"You heard me."

"Merlin, you're so infuriating," he hissed when we got to everyone. "You're just…!" he threw his hands up in the air, huffed and walked past me.

Another great success today was. By the time we got back, Al and Cleo managed to fight, reconcile and fight once again. She currently resident in the guest room (Dad's office) because: a. I asked James to put wards on my room against unwanted people. b. Mum wants her to be away from Al but won't kick her since that would be "rude" and last and not least. C. I already moved her stuff out of my room and into the broom shed. She still hasn't found it yet.

Lily 2 – Cleo the Slag 0

I will make another victory lap around the house and maybe I will wave and set on fire her new set of dress robes.

Just for kicks.


Friday, August 29th

Teddy and Victoire had dinner with us. I still can't believe their married but I have to say, if teddy had to marry anyone of us Weasley girls I sure am thankful it's her and not Dom the dumbass.

Now that's off my chest, Lucy isn't allowed out of the house anymore. Stupid cow got caught mid-flooing from her Dad's office – ten minutes after her shift had started!

I'm all for running away from hard work but I make sure not to get caught.

In other news, Rose is also now banned from my bedroom (I need to get James a very expansive Christmas gift for his work on the wards). Its one thing to be happy for me being a prefect and it's another thing to wake me up early in morning while it's still the summer hols and bite my head off with pre-planned school work.

My list of enemies is getting bigger by the day – I think I'm going to start taking after Dad and sleep with my wand under my pillow.

Yesterday I had a small night chat with Scorpius in the kitchen.

I was having a light late night snake before going back to bed when he padded into the kitchen looking all ruffled and wild (yes, I said wild).

"You look like a dream." I said over my sandwich.

"Bugger off." His voice was rough as if he just woke up. "I hate your brother." He opened the fridge door and scanned it.

"You can always go back to your home." I sipped my milk while Scorpius took out tonight's pudding (rhubarb pie).

"Glad to know I'm wanted here," he helped himself with a slice and put it back in not before pouring himself with some milk as well.

"I'm only kidding, Scorp."

"I thought I was… infuriating, was it?" there's a hint of teasing in his voice as he sits across from me. "Besides, I can never leave you, not with a great pie maker such as your Mum?"

"You fancy my Mum?" I inquired and my lips curled into a smile. "You Malfoys are ambitious that I'll say."

"What can I say," he grinned broadly at me. "I like my share of mature women."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "You're disgusting." I was going to rise and go back to bed, my appetite finally satisfied.

"No, wait," He says with a mouth half full of pie but he swallowed and spoke once more. "Stay with me. I'll get dreadfully bored down here just myself."

"Glad to know I'm useful."

"You do make such a good conversation companion." He wriggled his eyebrows as he wolfed down a large piece. "Cheers."

"Shut up and eat your pie." I said and he laughed shooting crumbs all over the table. "Pig."

I watched him as he ate slowly, he closed his eyes with every bite, a sign he likes what he eats, probably to savor the taste or something of that sort. Maybe that's why people do it when they kiss, to remember what that person tastes like. When Simon kissed me last year he tasted vaguely from coffee, which he had at Madam Puddifoot's. Jonathan tasted like mashed potatoes and birthday cake. If Scorpius would have kissed me at that moment I bet he'd taste like rhubarb pie.

Not that I want him to kiss me or anything, this is pure scientific curiosity. But if I did want him to kiss me, which I don't, he'd surly taste like pie. Unless he's eat anything else before we'd kiss, which, again, I don't want to happen.


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