The Gryffindor crowd cheered as Lily launched into a downward dive to avoid the bludger that was soaring towards her. It followed her as she ducked and weaved in pursuit of the quaffle, and she thought for sure it was going to hit her. At the last minute, the rogue bludger was intercepted by a determined Molly Longbottom, who wacked it as far as the eye could see. With a clear view of the goals, Lily extended her arm, lined herself up to score yet another goal. As it sailed through the middle hoop the crowd erupted with cheers.

She barely had time for a mental pat on the back, when the snitch flew past her, followed closely behind by Blade Malfoy, his arms outstretched, inches from grasping it. The wind lifted his long blond hair from his neck as he dove after the snitch as it darted suddenly to the left and then dropped straight down. Not since Lily's father, had there been a seeker with the skill, which Blade was displaying and the crowd seemed to love it. Lily had to admit she was, too. In seconds he caught the snitch and was standing on his broomstick as it slowly descended to the ground. He waved it in the air and everyone screamed their approval.

Lily's heart swelled as she looked on. She only wished the handsome third year would notice, but lately, he was more interested in Molly, who was blossoming into an amazing flame haired beauty. Like her father she had grown quite tall, almost a head taller than most of the girls in their year. Lily, who was one of the shortest girls in the class, envied the way her best friend's body seemed to be filling out in all the right places, while her own body showed no sign of a womanly transformation. She wished her breasts would hurry up and grow as Molly's ample mounds had.

It seemed, Lily and Malfoy weren't the only ones who were noticing Molly. Her radient beauty was turning a lot of heads and had been since they started back at school. Yet Molly was oblivious and often asked Lily what all the fuss was about.

"They like you, Molly? I wish they'd notice me." Lily would answer.

Molly would always reply, "One day they will, don't worry. Honestly all the attention is so embarrassing."

As usual, Blade was staring in admiration at Molly, and was oblivious to my attempts at congratulating him on catching the snitch.

"Well done," Molly said to Malfoy and he blushed, while trying to cover it up by acting cocky.

Lily left them alone as he recounted, blow by blow, every moment that led up to the end of the game. If there was one thing she shared in common with any of the boys, it was a love for quidditch. Molly chatted to Blade while everyone drifted away to celebrate or commiserate depending on which team, they were supporting. Feeling a little flat, Lily decided to return to my dorm and catch up on some study.

She finished her essay on the patronus spell and was reading over her notes from potions when Molly sauntered in. "What happened to you after the game?" she asked.

"I'm a bit tired, besides I thought I should catch up on my studies." Lily shrugged her shoulders in an apathetic way , but Molly could tell her nonchalance was a mask hiding something that was bothering her.

Molly sat down on Lily's bed beside her. "I know you like Blade, Lily, and I don't want you to worry. I don't like him like that. He's just a friend."

"I know," Lily said. "But he seems to like you. I can't even get him to look sideways at me, especially when you're around."

"That's crazy," Molly said, with a nervous giggle. "I don't know what it is, but the boys are all crazy this year. Just the other day, Michael Finnigan was doodling Flora Thomas' name all over his arithmancy textbook and staring dreamily at the back of her head all lesson. Then there's Marc Flint, practically drooling over Samantha Crabbe, not like she's much to look at or anything."

"I know," Lily squealed, "They're all mental the way the just drool over the girls."

The girls talked and giggled into the early evening, before realizing that they were late for dinner. They quickly raced down to the great hall, where they anticipated the taste of the feast that was layed out before them on the long tables. The room was still decorated with red and gold flags from the afternoon's celebrations.

The Gryffindor table was buzzing with excitement, yet the Hufflepuff table was lined with glum faces. So far they were at the bottom of the school leader board and a loss in the final quidditch game ensured that they would not be in the running for the house cup. A win for the Gryffindors on the other hand, meant that they were slotted into second place behind the Slytherins, with fifty points separating them.

They joined their team mates at the end of the table, Blade eyed Molly off as she sat before him, straightening her robe.

"Hi, Blade," Lily said. But for a quick wave he didn't acknowledge the Potter girl, for he seemed to be in a trance, watching every move Molly made.

Molly and Lily giggled their way through the evening meal, Molly completely oblivious to Blade's contant watchful eye, then after dinner they retreated to their dorms.

As they changed into their night robes, Lily couldn't help but stare at Molly's body, her fine breasts were milky white and her skin seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. She stared down at her own, barely visible mounds, with disappointment.

"Molly, why do you think mine haven't grown yet?" Lily asked, blushing as the words escaped her lips.

Molly fastened her robe, as she answered, "I guess it isn't your time yet."

"Do you think it will ever be my time?" Lily pressed.

"I'm sure it will. Be patient. You'll get them and you'll probably wish you hadn't."

This confused Lily even more. How could any girl wish she didn't have them, especially Molly whose were perfect.

The girl said 'goodnight' to each other as they crawled under their covers and blew out their candles.

The next morning, as they waited for their breakfast, owls began to swarm in with the daily mail. Hedwig II and Pigwidgen, both had letters from home for the girls. Lily opened hers, to find her father's messy scrawl.

Dear Lily,

Congratulations to you and the rest of your team on an excellent game. Tell Malfoy, I heard his swoop in the final moment was divine and Molly should be proud of her efforts, too. I'm sure their parents are quite proud of them both.

I can't wait to see you in the summer time.

Dad.

Then there was a separate letter her mother.

Dear Lily,

How is my little girl doing? I heard your game went well. How about your studies? James is psyched about joining you at Hogwarts next year and has read all of your old text books already. Little Albus is growing more every day and talking a mile a minute. They both miss you, we all do. Say hello to Molly for us, won't you, and tell her that we are looking forward to her visiting us this summer.

Good luck in your exams, I am sure you will do well.

Love Mum.

Hermione wasn't the only one excited about Molly's pending visit. Lily was ecstatic that Molly's mother, Ginny had allowed her to spend two weeks there. Ginny and Hermione had begun to talk more, when they realized it was inevitable that the two girls would remain friends. Although, her mother was still carrying the hurt from losing her son and blaming the Potters for it, Ginny was beginning to soften, as the hurt seemed to become irrelevant. While, Lily was still unwelcome at the Burrow, the girls were happy enough that the Longbottoms were letting Molly spend time at Number 12 Grimmould Place.

"Hey, Blade!" Molly cried out suddenly. "What are you doing this summer?"

Blade looked startled that Molly was talking to him. He feigned a smirk and answered, "Dad's taking me to Bulgaria to visit the Krums. He's hoping Viktor will look at my technique. Apparently they're looking for a new seeker for the Cannons."

"Really? That's great!" Lily exclaimed, a little too excited. Blade gave her a strange look and Molly kicked her under the table.

"It's not that big a deal, I won't be able to play yet anyway, not with school. Hey maybe your dad should try out for it! I hear he was really good, once." Blade responded.

"Yeah, he's okay." Lily and her father had always played backyard quidditch with James and even though he was really good, Lily could tell he was past it, physically.

"He used to be great as a seeker, he outwitted my dad, so many times, from what I've heard, not that it would be difficult to out to outwit my dad." The three laughed.

Even though he was close to his father, Blade always felt he was in competition with him. Draco wanted his son to be everything he was not, where he was mean to the Muggle-borns and Half bloods, during his time at school, he tried to instill an acceptance in the boy of all who were unlike the Malfoys and respect his professors at Hogwarts, something Draco, himself never quite grasped.

Lily nodded her head in agreement with Blade. "Dad used to be really good. Mum always told me that, but with defeating Voldemort and going on with work, quidditch went by the wayside, really. I don't think he'd do it."

"Shame," Blade said. "A real shame."

As they spoke it seemed to Lily that the rest of the room disappeared and it was just her and Blade in a bubble of bliss. Lily had forgotten what it was like to really talk with Blade, as they had the previous years. For a moment his attention was completely on her. Then Molly squealed with delight, suddenly, diverting his focus back on to her.

"Mum and Dad are having another baby!" she exclaimed.

This meant that Molly's family of six would become seven. Her brother Ronald would be joining James in first year the following year. The next youngest were twin girls, Alice and Tess. Molly expressed hope that she would have another brother. In the summer time she was sure she would find out.