Another filler. Can't think of what to write. More will be up soon.

After about an hour, Scorpius stood up and stretched. 'I guess I'm heading to Lily's now.'

'Good luck, mate,' Al said, fervently.

'Yeah, and, er, maybe apologize from me?' James asked, sheepishly.

'I think she'd prefer you doing it yourself, idiot,' Al said. 'Mind you, that's only if she looks you in the face and doesn't hex your balls off.'

James glared at his brother. 'Anyway, Scor,' he said, clearing his throat. 'This love thing…'

'Oh,' Scorpius said, uncomfortably. Discussing that with Lily's brothers wasn't exactly what he had planned on doing. 'What about that?'

'Well, you're serious about it, aren't you?' James asked, sternly. 'Good,' he said, as Scorpius nodded. 'It's weird, but I don't have much of a problem with you dating her. But if you do anything…even the tiniest of things…to hurt her, I will hunt you down and make sure you die painfully at my hands. Understand?'

Scorpius was smiling slightly. James' threats, though terrifying when implemented, were amusing in words. 'Sure, James.'

'I don't have anything to add, I guess,' Al said, shrugging. 'Except maybe, keep that tosser Wright away from her. I mean, we will too, but you live next door, so.'

'Right,' Scorpius replied, grinning. 'I'll see you later, then.' And with that, he Disapparated. He hesitated for a full three minutes before knocking on Lily's door. There was no reply, so he opened the door and walked in.

He found Lily sitting cross-legged on her couch and staring at a point on the wall opposite her, as though willing for it to burst into flames. She was clutching a bottle of Firewhiskey in her hands. Scorpius inwardly groaned: he didn't want to deal with a drunken Lily again. Thankfully, Lily hadn't even opened the bottle; she was merely holding it as a life source.

'Hi,' she said, still staring at the wall.

'Hi,' he replied, sitting next to her. 'The wall isn't going to fall off, you know.'

'What did I do?'

'Sorry?'

'That night, at the party…what'd I do?'

'Well, you told me you were engaged…and then, you kissed me.'

'I just kissed you?'

'Yeah.'

'Without any reason whatsoever? That doesn't seem like me.'

'Believe me, Lil, when you're drunk, you don't seem like you at all.'

Lily was frowning. 'Huh. Why the hell didn't you tell me before?'

'Er…well, honestly,' Scorpius said. 'I wanted to forget about it.'

'Oh, please! If you'd wanted to forget, you wouldn't've blabbed to Al!'

'That was a mistake. Look, Lil, I don't want anything to ruin this, alright?'

'Yeah, but if I do something that stupid, you've got to tell me, before James does!'

'Alright, fine. I'm sorry. Anyway, what're your plans for James, may I ask?' Scorpius said, amusedly. He was relieved that Lily didn't react the way he thought she would.

'Was I any good?'

'What?'

'Am I a good kisser?'

'Lil-'

'Answer the question, you wanker,' she said, playfully.

'Fine. You were okay.'

'Okay? I was okay?'

'Well, yeah,' he said, stopping himself from smiling at the outraged expression on her face.

'You suck,' she said, and threw a pillow at him.

'It's going to take more than a pillow to convince me you're a good kisser,' he said, laughing.

'Oh ha ha.'

'By the way, you've got to go to dinner at your parents' tomorrow.'

'Yeah, I know,' she said, an evil grin forming on her face.

'Should I be scared?' he asked, in mock fright.

'No,' she replied, her eyes glinting. 'But James should.'