Birthday Wishes Always Come True
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, and any similarities with real life is purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, recreational drug use, nudity, etc.), and violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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Lily was glad it was Hogsmeade weekend when she woke up the day after Valentine's. She felt groggy and achy from the big party the night before in the common room, although she hadn't had more than one drink. She had, however, danced with her cousin Rose and then gone for a little stroll to meet up with Carmichael, and she smoked a blunt with him that had her fried beyond recognition. And, of course, because he was her pretend boyfriend and it was Valentine's, she wound up kissing him silly at the top of the stairs. They made plans to meet up at the Shrieking Shack before they said goodnight and she was barely on time for curfew.
Matilda, who'd gone to bed early, was up at the crack of dawn, and when she stomped into the dormitory not long after Lily had sat up and stretched, she sneered at the redhead. Matilda had spent two days in the Hospital Wing, although Lily heard the antlers had disappeared after the first day and Matilda was just too embarrassed, after having to go through the common room with her antlers, all three of them, to come back. Lily still didn't feel too bad about hexing her dorm mate, even after receiving a Howler from her mother, and the other girl had pointedly been ignoring her since then.
"Lazy," Matilda muttered, going to her trunk and getting her cloak out.
Lily grinned and rolled her eyes. "Prude," she mumbled to herself and got up to take a shower.
Her first stop when she finally went to Hogsmeade was Honeydukes' as always, and she stocked up on candy. Once back out on the High Street, Lily meandered down to pop into WWW, but then spotted, just ahead of her, Scorpius and his girlfriend. She was petite and talked with her hands as she walked. Lily couldn't see Scorpius's expression, but she imagined he was amused.
Unable to watch, she turned down a side street and walked to the Hog's Head. She didn't want to go in, but didn't want to go back to the main street and possibly run right into the tall blond and his girlfriend. So Lily sat down outside the pub, feeling a little like an idiot, and tried not to think jealous thoughts. She had no claim on him and he had no claim on her, but she couldn't hep feeling furious that said girl got to hug him and kiss him and go parading around Hogsmeade with him, because she wanted that for herself.
The door to the Hog's Head opened a crack and a gruff voice said, "Are you going to sit there all day?"
"Maybe," Lily said, trying to see who the person was. She only caught a glimpse of beard and robes through the cracked door.
"Well don't, you're scaring my clientele. Go home, Little Potter."
Lily frowned massively. "Who are you? And don't call me that!"
"I'm the owner, and you are a little Potter. Go back up to school to sulk." The door snapped shut abruptly and Lily frowned, but got up and went to hang out at the Shrieking Shack instead, even though she'd be early meeting up with Carmichael.
When she got to the Shrieking Shack, creeping into the moldering building stealthily, she heard voices from within and flattened herself to the wall, listening intently. "I know you're usually on another planet Carmichael, but on this planet, you deal the green, I deal the rest."
Lily's eyebrows lifted because the voice sounded familiar. "C'mon, it's a more than fair trade," Carmichael murmured.
"Or you can stick to what you can afford in gold, Carmichael."
The redhead heard Carmichael sigh, then there was a pause, and then footsteps, and she melted around the corner into the destroyed front parlor, hoping whoever the person Carmichael had been dealing with hadn't seen her, and heard the person leave. After a couple beats, she slunk out and went into the back room. Carmichael looked up, smiling a little.
"Hey. You have impeccable timing." She stood in the doorway and watched him sit down beside an old wooden crate against the wall, taking a pill from a baggie and popping it. "Wanna come rolling?"
"No thanks," she said lightly. He put the pills in his pocket, shrugging. "Wanna smoke a joint?" she returned, pulling it from her bra.
"Sure," he said and grinned when she sparked it up.
"So do you do that shit all the time?" Lily asked after they'd finished smoking. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, although she'd managed to clear the whites with her potion, but she saw Carmichael frown.
"If I have it, sure."
Lily leaned against the wall, stretching her legs out, and he, sitting beside her, toyed with the ragged edge on her artfully torn up jeans. "Does that mean you're like addicted?" she asked seriously. Carmichael laughed.
"Maybe," he drawled, smoothing a hand up the inside of her thigh. "But if I am, that makes you addicted to smoking up, Potter." She frowned. "You do it 'cause it's a good feeling to be high, right? Ditto for popping E."
"Huh," she murmured. He turned his head and kissed her.
"That also means you're probably addicted to me," he said cockily.
"Maybe," she giggled. "Maybe that's why I was stalking you in the first place," she teased.
"Fucking creepy, Potter. I like it." They made out for a bit, then he investigated her Honeydukes' bag. "What's with the Chocolate Cauldrons?" he asked, chuckling at the third box.
"I like them when I'm stoned and trying to do homework." Carmichael laughed harder. "Don't laugh at me you tosser," she said, pushing him, grinning, and giggled when he moved over her and kissed her.
"You're seriously fucking cute. I might almost have a thing for you in spite of the gigantism." She laughed.
"You're seriously a fucking jerk sometimes. I'm not a giant, you're just not big enough."
He grinned and she pulled his face down and kissed his dimple. "That's not what you said last time." She giggled, slumping down the wall as he kissed her neck, then bit her.
"Ow!" She shoved him hard and he laughed. "I was high last time," she murmured.
"I know, it was great. You moan a lot."
Somehow it was hilarious to Lily. "Because I was fucking high," she breathed. Their mouths met again and she was lying on her back on the floor and he was over her. "I'm not high now," she murmured, but didn't resist as he lifted her arms up over her head, pinning her wrists, kissing her even as she spread her legs to fit his hips more comfortably between them.
"Sure you are," he murmured and she giggled.
"Not like you," she replied and drew her hands down and over his shoulders.
"Not like me," he agreed. "Mine hasn't even kicked in yet."
"Then why is your hand up my shirt?" she asked and he pulled back to look at her, smiling a bit.
"I'm still a dude, Potter."
"I know, I can feel it poking me," she teased and he kissed her again, lips soft and pliant, suckling her lower lip in the way she liked best.
"Bleeding fuck! Get off my sister, you fuckwad!" said an irate voice and Lily looked up as Carmichael broke away, giggling when she spotted Albus, holding hands with his girlfriend Mallory. They both looked surprised to find their make out or more spot occupied.
Carmichael glanced at her. "Potter?" he drawled, smirking a tiny bit.
"You're good," she assured him. "Go away, Albus." She didn't spare her brother another look and giggled again when Carmichael nipped her neck.
"Lily, get off the goddamn floor," Albus growled and she waved vaguely, turning her face into Carmichael's neck, trying not to laugh. She felt really stoned and Albus seemed extra offended, which was hilarious. "Bloody hell, I'm serious!"
"Let's just go, Al," Mallory said quietly. "Obviously they're...good."
"We're great," Lily murmured and groaned as Carmichael's hand teased up under her bra. When she peeked up, Albus had gone to find another place to hook up with Mallory and she laughed uproariously. "This floor is gross," she said.
Carmichael smiled and moved off of her. "It is," he agreed, then laughed as he pulled her to stand. "You made a dust angel," he said, pointing, and she laughed with him until her sides hurt.
"Is it weird, seeing her with my brother?" Lily asked as they went back to the castle after she'd dusted herself off as best she could.
"It's less weird when I'm high," he murmured. She looked across at him and saw his pupils were very big, even though his dark eyes made it less noticeable. "I used to get so wound up. Now I just smoke." He reached for her hand. "Is it weird, seeing Malfoy and his new one?" he asked softly.
"Not weird," she said, eyes slitted as they approached the last bend toward the gates. "It makes me fucking furious," the redhead admitted. He smiled.
"And that's why I smoke. Better to be mellow than snappy and a grouch, Potter."
"You're deep," she said, smiling back, holding his hand as they rounded the bend. At the gates were Zipzer, Matilda, and Professor McGonagall. "Uh oh. I feel like that might be our welcoming party," she breathed.
He turned to her, one hand going around her waist, the other releasing her hand and cupping her face by her hair and he turned her face away so her dark red locks shielded them, then turned her body so her back was to the school. "Take these," he breathed, and she felt the baggie of pills being pushed down the front of her jeans, into her panties. "They'll search me damn good, and I can't get another suspension for possession of illicit substances," he murmured over her mouth.
"I can't get one either," she breathed back.
He smiled and kissed her. "They won't find them on you. If they do, I'll take the heat."
"I'll fucking rat you out," she murmured and he smiled, kissed her again, and pulled back, reaching for her hand again.
Lily tried to act sober and not suspicious and smiled at the two Prefects and Headmistress. "Miss Potter, Mr. Carmichael," McGonagall said as they approached. "It has been brought to my attention that you two might be attempting to smuggle contraband into the castle." Lily glanced at Carmichael, who seemed even more mellow than normal.
"Contraband?" Lily asked, feigning confusion. "I don't buy the banned Weasley Wizarding Wheezes products, Professor," she said innocently. "They don't let me."
McGonagall looked at her sharply and Lily felt the little baggie practically burning her. Her pulse kicked up nervously. "Search them," McGonagall said, and Lily put her hands out from her sides as Matilda glared at her. Her Honeydukes' bag was ransacked, her person patted down, and her pockets turned out. Her anti-red eye potion was examined closely, sniffed and held to the light, then deemed safe to enter the school. Matilda didn't pat down her crotch, obviously, and nor did she think to use a well-placed Accio to collect any contraband.
Meanwhile Zipzer was emptying Carmichael's pockets thoroughly while he smirked, looking equally amused and bored. "This is not funny, Mr. Carmichael," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Nor was it that last time you were searched and illegal drugs were found on your person."
"I learned my lesson, Professor," he said softly. "I'm not into that anymore." Zipzer snorted derisively and kept emptying pockets that obviously had Undetectable Expansion Charms placed on them, because there were two small piles. Lily held in the urge to giggle, wondering why he had things like a balloon, and a light bulb, and tape in his pockets. At last his pockets were emptied and Zipzer patted his dorm mate down. "That's not contraband," Carmichael said, looking very bored now as Zipzer felt him up.
"Then what-?"
"That's attached, Zipzer," Carmichael said. Zipzer's hands whipped away. "And as much as I don't mind a free fondle, you're not my type." He looked at McGonagall. "Are we good, Professor?"
McGonagall looked pissed that her time had been wasted for nothing, mouth very thin. "Almost, Mr. Carmichael. Accio contraband!" Lily felt her throat close up in fear, but as she'd been pointing her wand at Carmichael, McGonagall didn't collect the little baggie of pills crammed in her panties. Lily casually hooked a thumb in the waistband of her jeans, tucking them in further, and noticed Zipzer looking at the tiny portion of her midsection revealed.
"My eyes are up here, Zipzer," she said pointedly, and affected a very offended expression. "Professor, I-"
"I wasn't looking at anything!" Zipzer said guiltily, face bright red.
McGonagall looked at Zipzer and Matilda. "Back to the castle." She looked pointedly at Lily, then flicked her gaze to Carmichael for a second and back to the young redheaded witch. "Take care you aren't overly distracted by your social calendar, Miss Potter. You have OWLs coming soon, and I know your parents are expecting you to do well."
"Yes, Professor," she said with a polite smile which dropped the moment McGonagall swept her long robes around her and turned up to the castle in Matthews and Zipzer's wake. Carmichael piled his belongs back into his pockets and after he finished, Lily handed back the baggie.
"Thanks," he murmured, pulling her closer. She braced her hands on his chest and held him back.
"Don't ever expect me to do that for you again," she said firmly.
He smiled and she tried to ignore the adorable dimple. "Chill out, Potter. Your dad saved wizarding kind, no one even really thought you had anything."
"I'm serious," she said, almost stern now. He grinned wider.
"Sure thing, Potter. Don't be a buzz kill."
She shoved him a little at that. "You're the buzz kill, Carmichael," she snapped. "I almost had a fucking stroke when she Accio'ed you."
"Me too," he said as they trudged up to the castle. He elbowed her gently. "You're cool, Potter."
"Yay me," she said, but smiled a bit anyway.
After Lily got to her dorm room, she sat on her bed and organized her candy stash, some of her mellow high coming back. Matilda came storming into the dorm, Cheryl on her heels. "I don't care what you think you can do, Tilly," Cheryl snarled, "but you need to seriously grow up."
"I can put you in detention," Matilda said loftily.
"Keep at it, Matthews," Lily chimed in. "You know Professor Longbottom will remove that shiny Prefect badge and reassign it if you keep on power tripping."
Matilda bared her teeth with a curled lip. "No one asked for your input, Potter." Lily shrugged and continued what she was doing. "And I know what you've been up to, Potter," Matilda said icily. "So you might want to watch out."
"Oh yeah?" Lily asked cocking a brow, taking a bite of a licorice snake. "Go on then, what am I doing that I should watch out for?"
Matilda gave her the filthiest of looks. "You're obviously doing drugs with that nasty stoner loser, Carmichael." Lily tried not to laugh.
"Am I?" she asked blandly and shrugged. "Hey Cheryl, did you know I was doing drugs?" She laughed, unable to hold it in any longer.
"I had no clue," Cheryl said, looking smug.
"You both better watch your backs," Matilda said, and gathered up her showering stuff and pyjamas, too embarrassed to change in front of her dorm mates even back in First Year when none of them had boobs or hips or butts. Lily supposed Matilda was still self conscious she didn't have any of the usual female assets now. Or just the world's biggest prude.
"And here I thought we were only doing it," Lily said to Cheryl sarcastically after the bathroom door slammed.
February melted into a soggy March, the threat of OWLs looming ever closer, making Lily edgy and increasing the homework level to dangerous proportions. And everyone kept saying things like, "Less than three months to OWLs!" and "Less than a hundred days to go until OWLs!" It was getting anxiety inducing. And with that came Pep Team. Rose was training them hard for Gryffindor's last game of the season, in late April, and her manic fervor was almost more terrifying than exams. Lily was just praying for Easter holidays for a tiny level of peace.
The redhead found herself, more frequently, meeting up with Carmichael, to de-stress and get high. It was the Wednesday before break, only two more days of class to go, and Lily was hanging out with Carmichael, fairly far into the Forest to try to avoid the rain, and the redhead giggled as his hand slipped up under her shirt. "Stop," she said with little conviction, taking the proffered blunt and puffing off it, coughing a tiny bit as both of his hands went under her shirt, mouth suckling and nipping suggestively at the top of one breast above her v-neck.
"Fuck, you're so soft," Carmichael mumbled. "Like, seriously."
"You're totally high," she sighed, and groaned as his hands moved up, baring her midriff as they roved over her breasts.
"Shit, Potter, you're not wearing a bra," Carmichael grunted, and she giggled then moaned as he tugged at her nipples.
"No," she agreed, eyes squinty, and took another drag from the blunt, then offered it to him. He puffed as she held it for him. "So I heard something I think you'll like the other day," she murmured as Carmichael removed one of his hands to hit the blunt properly then passed it back.
"Yeah?" he replied. "Go on, then, Potter."
She shoved him back when he lifted her shirt and tried to get his head underneath it. "You're fucked, you tosser. Get out of my shirt."
"Come rolling with me," he said instead, grinning. "I know you don't say no when you're that high, you just moan and beg and plead for it." She blushed massively and he laughed, plucking the blunt from her fingers. "So what did you hear, Potter?"
"My brother and Mallory are taking a break over break."
Carmichael's mouth parted. "No shit."
"Swear to Merlin," she confirmed. "I guess since Hogsmeade they've been kind of rocky. Fighting all the time and whatever." She grinned. "And it's totally all our fault."
Carmichael blew smoke at her then passed the blunt back. "Yeah?" he murmured. "How so?"
Lily shrugged and puffed. "From what I hear, Al's still pissed about finding us making out in the Shrieking Shack." Carmichael grinned, putting his hands back up under her shirt.
"We were doing more than making out, Potter."
She kissed his dimple. "Mmm, almost," she said. "Anyway, Mallory doesn't get why he's so obsessed with hating you, and it's making waves for them."
"Fuckin' A," Carmichael said, grinning wider. "And here I was thinking I'd have to settle for a giant pretend girlfriend for the rest of the year," he murmured and she laughed into his neck.
"You forgot the slut part," she murmured, holding the blunt for him to puff. "Your giant, slutty, pretend girlfriend."
"Stop pulling it back," he said, holding her wrist. "Fuck, you suck, Potter, get your massive hand out of the way." She giggled and passed it, very stoned and very mellow. "You want any more?" he asked and she shook her head. He outed the blunt, put the roach with his collection of roaches, and they put their eye potion in.
"So if they break up, will you make a move?" she asked as they wandered back to the edge of the Forest.
Carmichael shrugged. "Maybe," he murmured.
"Just a hint, if you do," she said, running a hand through her damp, messy hair, "don't hit on her while you're rolling."
Carmichael shot her a dirty look. "Whatever, Potter."
"I'm serious. You wanna hook up with the girl of your dreams? Take my advice, Carmichael."
He smirked. "Maybe I've already hooked up with the girl of my dreams," he teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
"Aw, so sweet. We're still not having a repeat of the dorm room experience," she replied. Not that Lily was opposed on the whole to a repeat, but she didn't want another week of being talked about in hallways and behind hands in classes, and didn't like the whole school knowing the gory details of just how she'd enjoyed her time with Carmichael.
"That's 'cause you're lame," he said, tugging her in closer. "You loved visiting my dorm."
"I enjoyed it," she clarified. "Lots," she admitted. "But I'm not into being perma-high, Carmichael." She smiled. "And when you're on E you're all hands and mouth, and not in a 'hello, I'd like to get to know you properly before grabbing your tits and snogging you' kind of way."
He laughed. "That's why it's better when you're high with me. But fine, I won't ask Mallory out, should she become available, when I'm all hands and mouth. I'll do the boring 'hello, I'd like to get to know you properly' bit first."
"Such a good pretend boyfriend," she drawled as they got to the castle, pinching his cheek. "Always listening and shit."
"It's because I'm trying to persuade you to get naked," he said softly. Lily laughed, a couple students going for a late dinner looking at her suspiciously. "C'mon, Potter, come rolling. I won't even fuck you if you don't want."
She shook her head. "No, I'm good. Besides, I have Divination homework that seriously can't be put off anymore." He mock pouted and she laughed, because it looked ridiculous. Her fingers brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll think about it," she said and kissed him. "Friday maybe."
Friday was the last day of term and the last day before the students heading home for Easter break, including Carmichael, would see those opting to stay, including Lily. She'd really wanted to go home and see her family, but at school, she could smoke a joint in her dorm, get really fried, and veg. At home she'd be helping her mother with spring cleaning and being teased by her brothers and eating too much food. And at school she would be way more likely to actually finish her homework, which had reached crisis levels again.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Carmichael rumbled against her throat. "Or to me. Either way, shit's getting held on Friday," he said and Lily giggled.
"Fine. I'm going to bed. 'Night, Carmichael."
"Goodnight, Potter."
Lily got to her dormitory and sighed, flopping into bed. "I know you say you're not dating him, but for two not dating people, you and Carmichael look pretty much like a couple, y'know," Hope said from her own bed, where she was copying her sister's Muggle Studies essay. "And you're always all mellow and dreamy and shit after you see him. Even for being high."
"He's nice," she said dreamily. "But we're not dating. I think he might hook up with someone else, actually. Maybe after break."
Hope's mouth fell open. "And you're just okay with that?" she hissed.
Lily shrugged. "We're not dating," she repeated with a laugh. "Why wouldn't I be? I'll miss him, 'cause he really is a great kisser, but it's whatever." She yawned, pulling her Divination from her bag.
"Still," Hope said, lifting her brows. "You slept with him, right? And you're not even a tiny bit jealous, thinking of him with another girl?"
Lily laughed. "Okay, maybe a bit," she teased, but then Hope looked smug. "No! Honestly, Hope, I'm almost hoping he hooks up with his girl. He's liked her a long time."
Hope rolled her eyes. "You two are weirdos."
"I'm pretty normal, but he's a fucking space cadet," she said through a mouthful of Chocolate Cauldron. "It'll be nice not to be called a giant all the time, though." Hope's mouth fell open.
"He called you that?" Lily nodded.
"All the time. He likes petite ladies I guess." She shrugged.
Hope scoffed. "Wow he sounds like a prick," she mumbled.
"No. I call him a tosser and a moron back, so it's cool. And he secretly loves that I'm a giant I think." Hope brows furrowed. "There's more of me to touch," she said and laughed, even as Hope shot her a look.
"I think you secretly have a thing for him, because he's a bad boy."
Lily opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't reply. Was that true? Did she like Carmichael because he was a bad boy? No. He could be really sweet. If he liked. But, he still was kind of a bad influence. The redhead settled in to finish her stupid Divination, but couldn't stop thinking about it.
What she wanted was to date Scorpius. He was, admittedly, being an arrogant, stubborn jerk, refusing to talk to her even when their paths occasionally crossed, whether he was with the girlfriend or not. And Lily had noticed he wasn't ever out behind the greenhouses anymore. She frowned to herself. So Scorpius was buckling down. And her? She was… She frowned even more. What the hell was she doing? Had she really meant what she said to Carmichael earlier? It would be a nice distraction, true, but she should buckle down too. Study for her OWLs and shit.
"You look like your head's about to explode, Lily, what's up?" Cheryl asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed. The redhead looked up.
"Thinking," she murmured, realizing all her dorm mates had returned. Including Matilda.
"That must be a struggle for you," Matilda said nastily.
"I'm going out to see Hugo tonight," Cheryl said pointedly. "I just wanted to like, make sure it's not weird or whatever for you if Hugo and I have a super exciting sex life."
Lily smirked, feeling better a little, as Matilda looked equally mortified and furious. "It's cool," Lily said. "Just, if you hear me tripping and falling and dying late at night, ignore me, okay?"
Cheryl grinned back. "Can do. If you wanna talk about shit, I have a minute."
The redhead was tempted, but she didn't want it getting out she'd been high as a kite when she'd slept with Carmichael. Or that she secretly wanted to rough up the very pretty little Slytherin Prefect Scorpius was unofficially dating. "I'm good," she said, and started in earnest on her Divination, pushing aside thoughts of both Scorpius and Carmichael.
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