Lily and Petunia sat on the counter, eating ice cream.

It had been two weeks since Lily had her little campout with James in the woods. She hadn't taken him up yet on the offer to go to his house (house might be the wrong word, she heard it was more of a castle from some girls at school) for a lesson on the magical world.

She was filly Petunia in on the details of her summer so far. Petunia was amused about all of her little matches. Lily tried to say that Dorcas and Alexandra and Simon and Remus were simply the best of friends, but Petunia cut her off.

"You thought you were clever all last year, you know that?"

Lily wasn't sure whether to be terrified of her sister.

Petunia carried on "you, you little slag, were always stealing my concealer. I know it was hickies. You really thought I would care?"

Lily let out a breath. Petunia knew, and she didn't really care. And she didn't even have to make an awkward speech. It was all bloody well going to work out!

"I'm not going to tell Vernon, you know. He might be pretty but he isn't the brightest and he doesn't exactly support the whole 'homosexual' lifestyle choice." Petunia tittered on. Lily realized she probably didn't understand it wasn't a choice, but she wasn't going to correct her sister, who was just trying to be nice to her and her friends.

"I don't care much, but please make sure Alexandra and your friend, what's her name, Dory? Dot? Stay away from Vernon. And his car. Apparently it smelled like marijuana a few weeks ago."

Lily laughed at that, she knew exactly what Petunia had been talking about. "Yeah, I'll pass along the message."

"So how about you, any suitors on your front?"

Lily immediately thought of James, and felt guilty. She really should've dropped by to see him by now. She didn't have an owl of her own to send, and it would be hard explaining that to the neighbors, but she also didn't want to just show up after how she left it. She'd checked in on him through Remus, but she wasn't sure how to broach the subject of inviting herself on an unplanned day to see him. Maybe she should just pull another prank. Those usually worked well in getting him to show up.

"Oh shit who is it? Is it that boy you had a little sleepover two weeks ago?"

Lily lightly smacked her sister with a newspaper. "How'd you know about that? And no, no not at all. Me and Potter? That wouldn't work. It'd be weird. We're only just friends."

There was that word again. Friends. It seemed wrong. Maybe best friends? Best friends worked better, but they hardly knew one another. Whatever, Lily wasn't going to worry about it too much.

"So it is that boy you had a sleepover with two weeks ago!"

"How'd you even know about that? I told him to shut up so you wouldn't tease me about it."

"You daft slag, you were wearing his sweatshirt and smelled like sex when you got back."

"We didn't have sex you dick," Lily said, holding up her spoon in accusation, "nothing even happened. We smoked a bit and then talked and showed one another little tricks we could do. He's been learning sleight of hand magic, the stuff you muggles do, for a few years apparently so he showed me how to make a coin disappear. It was rather hilarious having him explain it while stoned."

"Uh huh and when you woke up how'd it feel to be wrapped in his arms?"

Lily melted a little when she said that. It had been lovely.

They fell asleep listening to Simon and Garfunkel, and there had been at least a foot between their sleeping bags, and a little fire charm in between them that they took turns trying to touch. The fire charm disappeared when Lily fell asleep and they must've gotten cold during the night, because when she woke up Lily's back was pressed against him, she was using his one of his arms as a pillow, and the other was around her waist. She made to gently scootch out and get away, but he pulled her back in and nuzzled her neck.

She had no idea why, but she felt like the right move at that juncture was to turn around and move up slightly, pulling herself flush against him and wiggling her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his bare chest and one hand buried in his hair. In the movement, the arm she was using as a pillow now was wrapped tightly around her back, and the hand which was around her waist had fallen to her arse, but Lily didn't mind. It was comfortable there.

She promptly fell back asleep, only to be woken 30 minutes later by James pressing a butterfly light kiss against her forehead and telling her they needed to get up. He didn't mention he woke up when she originally moved.

Lily straightened back up, coming out of her daydream. "No, it was weird and I hated it and we only did it for warmth."

Petunia laughed "you little slag, don't forget to use a condom!" she said, hopping off from the counter to wash her and Lily's spoons. "And I demand to be named godmother to all your children, just so I can say I told you so at every baptism."

…

Drew sat drinking tea with his mother, who had earlier in the day walked in on a very naked Marlene and a very naked Drew having very, very vigorous sex against his bedroom wall.

She wasn't particularly surprised, the two seemed like they were made for one another, and along with that she assumed that the girl could match his libido, which she knew to be absurdly high after years of, well, being his mother.

"Do you love her?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to make me a grandmother anytime soon?"

"No."

"Either get a fucking lock for your door or be more careful that no one is home when you're getting intimate, alright?"

"WH-what?" Drew sputtered.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you not to do it. I was sixteen and in love once, too. But I ended up with your older sister. Don't repeat my mistakes."

"Oh. Right." Drew murmured into his tea.

"Goodnight dear. I love you." Mrs. McKinnon said, kissing the top of his head and made her escape to bed, giggling at her son's reaction.

…

Alexandra really, really liked snogging Dorcas.

After their first kiss at the bookstore, she brought Dorcas to get some ice cream, silently kicking herself for not realizing that Dorcas probably wouldn't get the whole "let me show you what I can do with my tongue" implication. She didn't, but she got whipped cream on her nose as she was eating her sundae, and that was pretty adorable, so Alexandra didn't mind.

But now, a week later, just snogging was feeling a little boring. For both of them.

They were on Alexandra's bed, listening to Elton John, and snogging a bit.

Vernon popped his head in and told Alexandra that he was going out for a bit, and not to expect him back until nine thirty, at the very earliest.

With that, the house was empty. Marge lived in London, and Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were away for the weekend, "on business".

Dorcas' eyes darkened a bit, and Alexandra realized she was blushing. She was about to say that they didn't need to do anything more, there was no pressure for that, when Dorcas turned over a bit from where she was lying next to the blonde girl and gently slid her leg beneath Alexandra's thighs.

Alexandra knew where this was heading. She lifted her head up and kissed Dorcas, only to be pushed down as Dorcas deepened the kiss, rolling her pelvis against Alexandra in time with the music.

Oh fuck, it was happening.

Dorcas knew she should take at least a bit of charge, to show Alexandra was alright. Alexandra got the hint.

As soon as she unbuttoned Dorcas' shirt, which was, in a very practiced move from years of wearing a school uniform button-up, taken off without breaking the kiss, she slid her hands to the other girls arse and flipped the two of them over.

Dorcas felt Alexandra's leg between her thighs, grinding gently. One hand in Alexandra's hair and the other on her lower back, she pulled the girl closer. Alex broke the kiss, which annoyed Dorcas for a moment until she realized it was so that she could take off her little sundress to reveal a beautiful chest and cute red panties.

Dorcas let out a breath. "Fuck." That's all she needed to say, and Alexandra was back on top of her, this time kissing down her neck and deftly unbuttoning her jeans.

Dorcas slid off her jeans, then pulled the girl in for another kiss.

Alexandra stopped, and got up from her position tangled with the other girl. She walked over and turned off the music, then walked back over with a look in her eye Dorcas couldn't quite place. Dorcas looked incredible, her usually neatly tied hair messy, her breathing heavy, and she was wearing a black lace bra with matching lace panties. Dorcas noticed she wore that sort of thing, matching underwear, just about every day. Every day Alexandra got a little wet just thinking of what was under it.

She saw Dorcas' face scrunched in confusion. "Er, why…" began Dorcas.

Alexandra leaned in close and nibbled Dorcas' earlobe, her hand roaming dangerously close to unchartered territory. Dorcas moaned a little.

"Because I want to hear every sound you make." Alexandra whispered in her ear. Dorcas' mouth fell into an O, and watched as Alexandra's hand played with the hem of her knickers. They were already soaked, and Alexandra pressed her thumb against them, right above the clitoris.

Dorcas bit her lip not to moan again, and she realized she should probably do something to Alexandra. She moved her hand from its position on her lower back down to her arse, giving it a squeeze. Alexandra pulled her mouth away from what would surely turn into a sizable hickey on Dorcas' collarbone, and said breathily, in a voice Dorcas was not expecting but absolutely loved, "no, just let me do this for a few minutes, yeah? I'll give you a turn once you've cum a few times."

Dorcas was shocked. She'd never had an orgasm, what was it going to be like? How would the other girl know? She had tried masturbating a few times, but was never really sure if she knew what she was doing. Apparently she didn't, since she had never once felt so turned on.

Then suddenly Alexandra pulled back, sitting back on her knees from her position between Dorcas' legs. She pulled off Dorcas' panties, and started kissing up her thighs.

She gulped, seeing what she now recognized as a hungry look in Alexandra's eyes. She could feel heat radiating out from between her thighs, worried that Alexandra might not like the way she looked naked. She propped herself up on her elbows, then slowly sat up, undoing her bra, fixed on Alexandra's eyes the entire time.

Alexandra then did something she didn't quite expect. She lowered herself back down, gently kissing Dorcas' left thigh as she slid her finger up and down her lips. She once again pressed against her clitoris with her thumb, this time moving it around a bit as she did so. She slid two fingers into Dorcas, causing the other girl to inhale in surprise, then relax into it as she started pumping them, still swirling her thumb around her clitoris. It was a good thing they lived in the middle of nowhere, Alexandra mused, because Dorcas was quite the screamer.

Dorcas couldn't stop the moaning, it was pouring out of her. Everything Alexandra did, it got her closer. The fingers pressed against her in just the right way, and she was pretty sure that Alexandra was nibbling on her leg, and there would be a mark. She didn't care, she just needed more of Alexandra's sensational thumb rubbing her as she gripped onto the sheets.

"Oh fuck Alexandra" she moaned, a warmth growing inside her. It felt like magic, taking over every part of her, causing her to tense, her back to arch up, Alexandra catching her with one hand, running her hand over one of the exposed breasts and playing with the nipple between her thumb and index finger. Finally, she felt utter, complete relief. Her knees felt like jelly, her eyelids heavy, her breathes deep and her mind begging for more. That must've been the orgasm every girl was so desperately looking for. She finally understood why.

She looked down to see Alexandra smirking at her from between her legs. "Not bad, huh? Wait until you see what my mouth can do." As she dipped her head low and flicked Dorcas' nub lightly with her tongue.

Dorcas had a new memory to use for her patronus, provided she was ever able to will herself out of this bed.

…

Remus strut into the Potter Manor foyer, only to find Noah Wood with his tongue down Sirius' throat and his hand down the boy's pants.

Walking out to the gardens he found James looking just as put out as he was, and sat down for a little chat.

"Not here, I don't want Sirius to hear about this and tease me for the rest of my life." James said. The boys walked inside, grabbed some butterbeer from the kitchens, and floo'ed to the cottage in Godric's Hollow that James liked to hide away at.

It was going to be a long chat, apparently.