I was extremely comfortable in Al's arms but I knew I had to break away before I came off as clingy or the oblivious Al began to suspect something. I took a step back before being flung back to Al.

What the fuck?

"Okay Willow, I know I'm practically irresistible but you don't have to do that," Al said with a cocky smile.

"Shut it, prat! It wasn't my fault!" I exclaimed.

"I never said it was a fault," Al said, cocky demeanour slipping and replaced by a shy one. Al had two personalities. One cocky one which most people saw. It was convenient for him, growing up in the public eye. Another one was his shy, sweet side, a side which everyone would see if it weren't for the fact he was Harry Potter's son. Both sides were true to him, just unlike most people he didn't have only one true personality.

I just stared at him. What did he mean by it not being a fault?

Whilst I was being helpful by not moving, Al attempted to take a step back but was flung on to me, knocking me backwards. I expected to fall but some sort of charm was keeping me up right. Al's face was centimetres from mine. He realised this and let go of me.

Al and I sent each other a confused look before attempting to break away again. We both took a step back and both crashed into each other.

"Willow…" Al said slowly looking up at the ceiling.

Before I looked up I knew what was glued to the ceiling.

Mistletoe.

So my first kiss was going to be with Al except he was most likely unwilling to kiss me. This was great. Not to mention I had no idea what the hell to do.

"So we can either wait till midnight or we kiss," Al suggested scratching the back of his neck.

"Do you want to avoid kissing me that much?" I joked even though I was breaking inside. I will not cry. I will certainly not cry over a boy.

"No Willow, don't cry. I'm being an idiot," Al said sobering up.

"Does it look like I'm crying?" I said trying to be hostile.

"No, but it looks like you're about to. Your first kiss should be with someone who cares about you and no going to treat you like a rag doll."

Al kissed me.

I am not crying. Al's lips were warm on mine. I, of course had no idea what the hell to do so I just ended up mimicking Al. By this time I'm pretty sure there were butterflies, moths and all other winged creatures in my stomach, begging to be set free.

Awkwardly, Al murmured what to do into the kiss which I did because he knew more about the art of kissing than I did. I heard the faint 'pop' of the mistletoe's charm breaking and we both broke apart.

The little bugger's arms had snaked around me when he broke off, breathing heavily.

"That was your first kiss right?" Al asked grinning.

I nodded, unable to speak. What I wanted to say was, 'Why did you ask that? You already knew.'

Al pressed his lips to my forehead and said, "Enjoy your hot cocoa," before grabbing his mug and sauntering off.

I just stood leaning against the counter, breathing heavily and trying to force the smile off my face. My smile seemed to be plastered to my face. I sipped my lukewarm hot cocoa before returning to the tent, too embarrassed to look at Al.

The pictures soon finished and all of us filed out, the Scamander's and Longbottom's returning to their respective homes. The Wotter's, Scorpius, Lucas and I were staying at the Burrow.

"How was your hot cocoa, strawberry jam?" Al asked with a smirk.

"Could have been better," I lied, "What about your drink?"

"Not too bad," Al said nonchalantly, a smile tugging his lips. Speaking of smiles, I hope I wasn't ridiculously smiling. Knowing me, I probably was.

And how is he smiling so confidently? Why isn't he embarrassed? Doesn't he - oh wait. There's a muggle saying that James told me. I think it goes like, 'guys have no shame.' That must be the answer for Al being so, confident and smirking. I'm pretty sure smirking isn't a way to describe someone but I NOW DECIDED IT IS!

"Strawberry jam?" How romantic," James snorted before smirking at me.

"Merry Christmas Willow!" Al said as he followed James to the bedroom they were going to share. "By the way, have I ever told you you're a tosser?"

James grinned at Al before whacking his head and saying, "You're a bit of an arsehole."

"Yo Willow! We're sharing!" Rose yelled as she came barreling towards me.

"So Lucas, Rose and mwah?" I asked completely serious.

"Yas, girl!" Rose cheered.

I may or may not have seen Lucas look at us with a slightly disturbed expression.

Rose and I had already settled into bed. Lucas was fast asleep on the top bunk, me on the bottom bunk and Rose was on a single bed next to my bed.

"Willow, is Lucas sleeping?" Rose asked.

I lifted my foot up and lifted Lucas' mattress with my foot. Judging by the lack of reaction, he was asleep.

"Sleeping like a baby angel," I answered.

"Good. Well, I couldn't care less, but good for you," Rose said. I couldn't tell her expression in the dark of the room but I had a fair idea.

"Why good for me?" I said.

"You couldn't fight the smile off your face! I'm pretty sure the others didn't notice but of course I noticed!" Rose exclaimed.

"Shut up! What if the others hear? And so what if I was smiling?" I asked trying to avoid the truth.

"You kissed Al! You two left around the same time, were away for longer than needed and Al came back smiling. By the way, if you try to deny it I will yell at the top of my lungs that you kissed Al," Rose said sweetly.

I didn't deny it because it was true and I certainly did not want Rose to let the world know Al and I kissed.

"I'm pretty sure by smiling, you mean smirking," I corrected.

"No, I'm sure he was smiling," Rose said, sure of herself.

"We all sleeping in here? Girls?" Hermione's voice came from the door.

"Pretend to sleep, Willow!" Rose whispered audibly.

The three of us giggled and Hermione said, "It's time to go to sleep girls."

"Night, Mum!"

"Night, Mrs Weasley-Granger?" I said unsure of what to call her.

"You can call me Hermione, dear."

"Can I call you Hermione?" Rose asked mischievously.

"Go to sleep," Hermione said once again before moving on to the next room.

We waited in silence until we were sure Hermione could not hear us.

"So," Rose drawled (probably something she got from Scorpius), "how was the kiss?" Rose's tone turned to excited which made me wonder about the girl.

"I would know because I have so much experience," I whispered sarcastically.

"But was it good?" Rose insisted.

"Nice but awkward," I said reflecting back on the memory.

"Can you two just shut up?" mumbled a sleepy, annoyed Lucas.

Immediately my eyes widened and face became Weasley Red and Rose started laughing and clapping silently.

"Did you – hear, um, anything?" I stuttered.

"No, you headcase, I want to sleep," Lucas grumbled. I could almost sense the pout on his face.

"G'night, Lucas," Rose whispered but Lucas was already asleep.

"Good night, nosy parker," I said quietly to Rose.

"Have sweet non-creepy dreams about Albus," Rose replied. Yes, I do wonder about the girl.

"Rise and shine, cupcakes!" An annoying voice yelled.

The source of the annoying morning-person voice pulled open the curtains and laughed. I wanted to chuck a big stone at that person.

"Grandma Molly's making breakfast. Most of the boys are already downstairs eating like they haven't seen food in years. If you want any breakfast I suggest you get your arses downstairs!"

I opened one eye and cringed at the sunlight. Dominique Weasley was leaning against the door frame. Funny, I never imagined her as a morning person.

"Go away Dom!" Rose groaned.

"Thank you for awakening, Lucas!" Dominique exclaimed, ignoring Rose.

"I'm so tired," I mumbled.

"Go complain about it to your friends!" Dominique suggested before taking her part Veela self out of the room.

"Hey Lucas! Lucas?" I called looking around the room to find Lucas wasn't here.

"He's already left," Rose informed me pulling up jeans under her nightdress.

I changed into skinny jeans that were too tight for me as they belonged to Rose.

"How can Dominique be such a morning person?" I asked. These jeans were cutting off the blood circulation in my legs.

"I have no idea how anyone can be happy to wake up in the morning!" Rose exclaimed.

"She looks like the type of girl who enjoys her beauty sleep," I mused. I would seriously have to walk like a penguin.

"She used to sleep a lot when she was younger, but then as she hit her teenage years so that changed. Most of us started sleeping longer and she became an early riser. Drove her dorm mates crazy!" Rose explained.

"How does she do that?" I asked in amaze.

"I'm not sure," Rose replied, "Not one for sleep but she's pretty much beauty orientated. She knows exactly what to wear for the right occasion and manages to look flawless. She doesn't even wear that much make-up."

"Must be those damn Veela genes," I concluded.

Rose and I walked to the dining room together to find that Charlie, The Johnson-Weasley's, Percy Weasley's family and Vic and Teddy had left.

"Come on, dears. The kids are devouring the food and I'll have to stop making food eventually!" Molly said kindly.

I took a seat next to Lucas who was sitting next to Al.

Al, with his hair messed up and old quidditch shirt back to front but with his bright green eyes that don't ever change. I've seen him grow up – hair wise. He was eleven years old with the floppy hair and fringe which covered his eyes. Then third year when he out grew his fringe and fifth year when he quiffed his hair. To now when he really was just too lazy to do anything about his hair. I liked it best now. Even his fashion sense changed. When he started Hogwarts he wore clothes his mother obviously picked out. Then the awkward phase when he wore what was considered cool to now. Battered leather jackets, quidditch clothes, skinny jeans and that grey beanie that rarely left his head. His eyes never changed. He never even wore eyeliner through his emo phase.

Rose snapped his fingers and drew me out of my daydream. I saw Al jerk his head as well.

Al looked over at me and said, "I hope you got enough sleep."

What a little fuck. "It would have been upsetting if you were too distracted that you couldn't sleep," I retorted.

Al rolled his eyes at me and returned to attacking his food. Molly Weasley had made all types of eggs, bacon, pancakes and freshly squeezed juice and tea.

"How does Molly make all of this?" I asked to no-one in particular.

"Well," James said, "At this age it's easier for her because we tend to sleep in so she has extra time and when were younger we didn't eat as much. Just wanted to play."

Scorpius added, "When I first came here for Christmas, I was shocked. It was certainly different to Christmas's at the Malfoy's. Christmas at home was boring. Wasn't too bad until lunch. Dad sometimes flew with me and Mum taught my Dad and I how to make Christmas cookies."

"What's the bet you failed every year?" Rose laughed.

"Aww, you know me so well!" Scorpius cooed.

Hugo looked down at his plate awkwardly and looked at Lily as if to say, 'This is what I have to deal with.'

"Anyway, on with my story!" Scorpius announced, "Then Grandmother Narcissia and Grandfather Lucius come over for dinner. Those were hell. Grandmother Narcissia was alright. She only wants me happy but Grandfather Lucius, I just wanted to chuck an apple at him."

We all chuckled whilst Al barked with laughter as if there was more to the story than Scorp told.

"Grandfather was told by 'unknown sources' that I had been interacting with the likes of Potter's and Weasley's and my sorting into Gryffindor was enough for him to stop sending me Christmas and birthday money. Not that that bothered me, I never liked him anyway!" Scorpius finished.

"Willow! Lucas! Your Mum's here to pick you up!" Ginny called.

I bid goodbye to everyone after I finished breakfast. Lucas and I were walked to the door when a chair scraped and a hand gripped my hand and spun me around.

"Go on, Lucas," I told him, "I'll be there soon."

I looked at Al and said, "If you want a goodbye hug here it is." I was hugging Al and mentally cursing my stupidity. My damn hormones. Get your shit together!

Al hugged me back and took a step back, "I didn't come for a hug but that was a bonus. What I did come for was that maybe you could if you want to come to my house to talk about the mistletoe."

I blushed and said, "Well I usually come to your house uninvited so why is this different?"

Al wrung his hands and I became antsy. Mother was waiting.

"I just don't want your mother to be angry at me. I also don't want you to get into trouble. Also I know we make fun of what happened but we will eventually have to talk about it." Al said.

"That's sweet of you, Al. And I will come over some day. Mother's gonna have a tight leash on me because of Miranda's wedding," I said.

"Willow! Are you there?" Ginny called again.

"I'll see you soon!" I said waving to Al and running to the door.

"Thank you for taking care of the children," Mother thanked Ginny sweetly. It was extremely awkward to watch.

"Oh, it's no problem. They're welcome any time," Ginny replied politely.

Mother nudged us as if to remind us of our manners. "Thank you Mrs Weasley for letting us stay here!"

"That's alright," Ginny said more relaxed than when she was talking to my mother, "Al insisted that you stay here!"

It was too late to send Ginny the 'look' to tell her that was enough.

"We'll be going now, thank you again!" Mother told Ginny.

"My pleasure!" Ginny said, waving.

We disappeared with a pop.

We didn't speak to each other as Lucas and I made a move to go upstairs.

"Willow, kindly wait downstairs. I just need to have a few words with you," Mother said.

Lucas continued up the stairs and I turned around.

"Yes, Mother?"

"You were late leaving the house, I want to know why," Mother said getting straight to the point.

"I was just saying my goodbyes," I replied without emotion.

"Were you talking to Albus?" Mother asked apparently seeing the truth.

"Yes."

"I approve of the boy if you must know," Mother said curtly. The only reason she approved of him was because he was a Potter.

Wait, did she think we were dating?

"No, Mother. We're just friends!" I said accidentally sounding exasperated.

Mother looked slightly bewildered for a second before regaining her composure. "Well, just keep this is mind when you do start dating."

"Probably not," I muttered.

"So you're just friends who kiss," At this point I froze wondering how she knew about the kiss, "Each other on the forehead?" Mother asked, face void of emotion and a raised eyebrow.

I turned beet red and retreated to my room. I read through one of my school textbooks when Lucas came in.

He blushed, "What's the deal with you and Al?"

"We're friends," I replied, annoyed.

"Cut the crap! Even Mother's suspected something. Everyone had except Al!" Lucas exploded.

I looked up at Lucas, shocked. My baby brother acting like my father!

"I – Can people really tell?" I asked changing my mind on what I was going to say.

"I don't know. All I know is that people think of you as a particularly interesting story. You've caught Aria Skeeter's attention!" Lucas said.

"What do I do?" I asked Lucas, not expecting an answer. For Merlin's sake, he's a thirteen year old boy!

"Do whatever the hell you want to do. Don't watch your every step hoping things will be perfect. If everything isn't perfect, so be it! As long as you were being honest to yourself and everyone else," Lucas said wisely.

I never expected to get advice from a 13 year old boy I'd remember every day of my life.

"Thanks," I said.

Lucas nodded and left me room.

"Willow! Can you come downstairs?" Mother called.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

I thundered down the stairs to find Miranda and Mother seated at the table.

Miranda snidely said, "Lovely to have you here. We need help for wedding prep."

I shot her a fake smile and when my Mother's back was turned I gave her the finger.

She was much classier than me and just smiled coldly at me.

"Like you needed my help the last time I assisted," I said.

"I don't need your sass today or ever," Mother reprimanded.

"It's a wonder how Albus Potter puts up with you," Miranda added.

"Well I wonder how Blair puts up with you unless he's an arrogant arsehole himself," I said. No filter at all.

"Enough Willow Ava Harris!" Mother yelled. Aw crap. The full name.

"I'm sorry, Miranda dearest," I said sarcastically.

Mother pursed her lips and left it there. She knew she was getting nothing else from me.

"So about the bridesmaid dresses," Mother started.

"Yes, the pretty pale pink," Miranda interrupted, "It will go great with any hair colour. We'll obviously do something with your hair."

I patted my hair and had to yank my hand out of a knotted curl. Miranda gave me a look that clearly stated I proved her point.

"Maybe we'll do something permanent with your hair," Miranda added with a little bit of sass. It probably runs in the family which doesn't explain why Mother hates it.

"Are you sure you don't want to change the colour?" I asked.

Miranda smirked unkindly and said, "No, I think these colours are perfect."

Once again, Mother and Miranda continued with the wedding planning, me being no help.

They just wanted to torture me. That's the only reason I'm here. I decided that just then. I could be flinging water balloons at people in Muggle London with Al.

Speaking of Al.

"Hey Mother? Can I go to Al's house tomorrow?"

Mother's head snapped up from the poster with wedding preparations.

"Why?" She asked suspiciously.

"Because he's my friend and I want to enjoy talking to him without the stress of schoolwork," I answered.

Miranda raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me and looked over at Mother to see her reaction.

Mother scrutinised me, "You can go as long as you make Al your date to Miranda's wedding."

"What?" I asked, "Al being my date?"

"Yes, Willow, do you know what a date is?" Mother asked. She might as well have said, 'Do you know what a date is because you've never been on one.'

"It shouldn't be too hard because that can't be the most scandalous thing you and Albus have done!" Miranda said widening her eyes.

"Shut up, Miranda! We're just friends," I yelled.

"Calm down, Willow," Mother yelled at me. Like she could talk. "I need to go to organised the dresses, then go to your Father's work. I won't be back till late so you both behave!" With that Mother left.

"Don't try and tell me you and Al are platonically friends. I mean girls and boys can be strictly friends but not you two!" Miranda said.

"Well we are!" I lied.

"Well you always disappear to his house and you know what a cure for stress is?" Miranda said slyly.

I blushed Weasley Red when I realised what she was implying. "Miranda, I will cut you!"

"Oh, so you didn't deny that you aren't sleeping together. Friends with benefits, really? I didn't peg you for that type," Miranda said smirking cruelly.

I tried keeping a cool head. Miranda was like a playground bully. She just wanted a reaction.

"We are just friends, we have never slept together and kindly don't be a bitch," I said.

Miranda suddenly looked interested, "You may not have slept together but something else happened, didn't it?"

Her Ravenclaw mind would not rest until she got the truth – but I wasn't going to give it to her. If she was right I wouldn't deny it but other than that - nothing.

"You kissed him! Didn't you! I knew it! You mentioned that you and Albus have never slept together but you didn't say, 'we haven't even kissed!" Miranda said doing a bad impersonation of me.

I stayed silent.

Miranda scoffed, "I just want you to bring a Potter or Weasley to my wedding, okay?"

"Superficial much?"

"Just bring him as your date!" Miranda screeched.

I accidentally apparated into the Potter Place instead of outside, like a normal person.

Before I could amend myself, Lily saw me and said, "If you're looking for Al, he's in his room. Probably sleeping. He shouldn't have eaten all that food for breakfast yesterday!"

"Who said I was looking for Al?" I quizzed. I was looking for Al.

"If I apparated to my best friend slash lover's house I would want to see them, wouldn't I?" Lily asked.

"You got me," I admitted.

"You didn't deny the lover part!" Lily exclaimed.

"I don't need to watch what I say," I said thinking about what Lucas said, "And you don't have to psycho-analyse everything I say."

Lily smiled at me and said, "I always approved of you," before leaving the room.

She left with a slight bounce in her step and then I realised something.

"Hey Lily!" I called.

Lily swerved around and I had a chance to study what she was wearing. She was wearing brown ankle boots, a floral dress, black stockings, a leather jacket matching her shoes and several silver bracelets adorning her arms.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"On a date with Kian Bole…" Lily said with a smile.

"Kian Bole? As in the Kian on the Gryffindor quidditch team?" I confirmed.

"Yes. I really have to get going now. Hey, do you mind not telling my brothers where I'm going, they'll ruin the date," Lily asked.

"Sure, have fun and stay safe!"

"You too!" Lily called back before disappearing in the emerald flames of the fireplace.

I climbed the stairs to Al's room. His room looked neat at a first glance but if you looked closely you would find that in fact it was extremely messy.

I opened the door of the room, without knocking because apparently my manners seemed to have disappeared today.

Even though it was almost lunch, Al was still sleeping. He looked so peaceful sleeping that I really didn't want to wake him up. Unfortunately I had to because staring at him was creepy and I wasn't Edward Cullen.

His table was cleared but he stuffed his work into the drawers and had to slam them shut. If I were to open his closet, the entire country of America would fall out.

I walked quietly to him and gently shook him. He continued to sleep like a baby angel. I proceeded to violently prod him. It was only when I grabbed the pillow from under his head and whacked him with it was when he started to stir.

"Go away, Mum. I already said it was nothing," Al mumbled drowsily.

"Not close. It's Willow!" I said sitting on the end of his bed.

"Willow!" Al exclaimed before sitting straight up.

Al was shirtless. I had seen him shirtless before so it wasn't too much of a shock. It was just the last time I had seen him shirtless was when he had a skinny, bony body.

Now he didn't exactly have abs but he was lean and slightly muscly.

"I'm here and ready to talk without it being awkward!" I said cheerfully. I mentally bashed my head against a wall for saying that.

"Okay, can you pass me my glasses?" Al asked, squinting slightly.

"Get it yourself," I said being kind as always. I was too comfortable to move.

"Willow, I sleep without pants," Al said scratching the back of his neck, "But I mean if you really want me-"

"No, I'll get it," I said slightly flustered.

I hopped off the bed and went to give Al his glasses.

"Why do you sleep without a pants and shirt? I mean I would understand in summer but it's the middle of winter!" I said, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"I don't know. I think it's mostly laziness, I get changed out of my clothes but I never end up changing into my pajamas," Al explained.

"You sir, are an idiot," I said.

"Rude!"

"True!" I countered in the same tone.

Al jammed his glasses on his face and said, "I can see clearly now."

"Okay let's talk," I said.

"What do we talk about?" Al asked.

"I don't know, you were the one who invited me over!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, I want to be just friends. I don't want a relationship at the moment," Al said. Then he blushed red and said, "And that kiss meant nothing?" Al stated the sentence which turned into a question.

"I agree," I said. I would have said the same thing. I also didn't want a relationship at the moment as well despite the fact I majorly fancied him. Surprisingly, I didn't feel the need to cry. I must have done something good for karma to do this to me.

"That wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it'd be!" Al said happily.

"Yeah. Hey Al?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Can I have a cuddle?"

Whenever we had arguments with our family we always had cuddle sessions. I don't know why. Maybe because when Al had a particularly bad fight with James which hadn't resulted in laughter, he came to me and hugged me. It was the first time I'd ever seen him cry.

Al wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. He shifted the quilt so the bottom half of his body was completely covered. We may have looked like a couple and as much as I fancied Al, this was platonic friendship.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes until James yelled, "I'm home!" Well he more sang it with that beautiful voice of a dead eagle.

Al and I remained where we were and ignored James.

James sighed loudly and said, "I've got lunch!"

Al and I separated and grinned. I was starving and Al would've been starving since he just woke up.

I jumped off the bed and looked at Al, "You coming?"

"I need to get changed first," he replied dryly.

I forgot about that. I opened the closest and picked the tracksuit pants and the quidditch jersey I got him for Christmas as they were the first things that fell out. I chucked them at him and made no attempt to clear the pile of clothes on the ground.

"I'll meet you downstairs," Al said.

I saluted him and was drawn by the scent of the food from that muggle place Nandos.

"Hey Willow!" James greeted, "Have you seen Lily?"

"Yeah, she went into town to meet some friends," I answered.

"Oh well, more food for us," James said. He then looked up at me and registered that I was here. "Did you come from upstairs?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Were you in Al's room?" James asked looking confused.

"Yeah, we were talking. He was still sleeping when I came here," I said.

"So you were talking to him whilst he was sleeping?" James asked looking at me as if I was crazy.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I woke him up and we talked then we heard you. Then we ignored you and you mentioned food."

"So where's Al? He just woke up so he'll be starving!" James pondered.

"He's getting changed," I explained feeling heat rise to my neck.

"Why would he care if he's in pajamas?" James once again asked confused.

"Well he wasn't exactly wearing a shirt or pants…" I said drifting off.

"Wait?! So you chatted with him mostly naked?" James asked incredulously.

"He just stayed in bed," I reassured James.

"Okay, you two are weird," James said as if he was more normal than we were.

"I smell Nandos!" Al cried launching himself at his brother, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You're welcome," James tried to say gruffly but you could see his smile.

We all ate lunch on the couch in the muggle room.

"So I was in Muggle London, where I bought the Nandos and I saw a muggle movie that looked interesting. It's called The Maze Runner. It's a muggle movie that actually isn't solely based on romance!" James said excitedly.

We watched the movie and may I just say that Dylan O'Brien is fine!

"That was a great movie!" I exclaimed as the ending credits rolled.

"You only liked it because of the guy who played Thomas," Al said smirking.

"No I didn't," I protested, "I mean he was hella good looking but the movie was actually really great!"

James chuckled at us and said, "Well you enjoy arguing over whether Willow actually liked the movie and I'll be making Mum and Dad a great dinner."

"What did you do this time?" Al asked rolling his eyes.

"I may or may not have received a muggle speeding ticket," James said sheepishly.

"You have a car?" Al yelled.

"Yeah, Mum and Dad don't know. I need muggle money. Apparently going over the limit is a serious issue," James said as if the muggle's didn't have a point.

"Well you're fucked," Al said being the optimist.

"Thanks a lot!" James said sarcastically.

"Can I help you?" Al asked hopefully.

"What did you do?" James and I asked at the same time.

"I may or may not have snapped at Mum," Al said.

"Sure you can help, I kinda need it. I suck at cooking!" James said.

"I, on the other hand, am amazing at cooking," Al said smiling.

"Do you wanna help Willow?" James asked.

"I'll pass, I can't cook meals, only bake," I said, "I should be heading home anyway."

I apparated into the kitchen to make sure Miranda or Mother knew I was home without actually talking to them.

Hey! I'm sorry the wait for this chapter was so long! It's just school and I just got lucky by being sick today! So I'm sorry if this chapter isn't the best because I'm not feeling that great.

Thanks for reading and review to tell me how I'm going!

-bluehairedweasley-