Hogsmeade

A/N I own nothing, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling

Lily

I brush my hair. Then tie it up. Then take it out again. A beanie? No, earmuffs. Ponytail, plait?

Elsa sighs from across the room.

'Lil, you look fine. Just whatever.' I give her a look. I saw her fiddling with her low bunches for a good ten minutes, and she spent a while looking for her old red hat, which she says it lucky.

For quite a feminist bunch of girls,we worry a little too much about our appearances.

I flop on my bed. It's just such a nerveracking day. I mean, first date with the most gorgeous boy in the school( in my humble opinion). I stare up at the words I carved faintly into the wood above my bed with my wand.

My name is Lily Luna Potter. I am a Hatstall. Between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. This is my first night as a first year.

These words I read every night, and I never forget it. I was almost a Ravenclaw. Nobody except my aunt Hermione knows this, as I heard she was too.

I pull on my black leather boots, and lace them up over my jeans. I find my purse, and put it in my rucksack along with my hat, scarf and the money Mum sent me to buy a new broomstick. I put my gloves in my jacket pockets, and some hand warmers. It's not warm out there.

Fresh snow fell over night, and I bang the window to rid of the powder. It's sunny and cold, perfect weather.

Seb

I make sure to wear an extra jumper today, as it is incredibly cold. But it's also sunny, so my favourite weather. Hopefully the fresh snow won't stop us getting to Hogsmeade that much.

I run downstairs to breakfast, and spot Lily across the Hall. She waves, so I smile and wave back.

Jon sniggers, and I see a look pass between him and his new friend Elsa, who winks, then turns her attention back to Albus.

I frown at him.

'What is so funny?' I say. A smile tugs the corner of his mouth.

'Nothing.' He says. The Theodores are also laughing, and trying badly to disguise it. Teddy Lupin is chortling into his pumpkin juice, and Theo is hiding behind his newly delivered copy of the Daily Prophet.

I elect to ignore them, and return to my toast.

I meet Lily in the Entrance Hall, and she grins as we walk towards where the caretaker, Seere, is checking permission forms.

A few whispers go round, but then Lily checks for her wand in her pockets. Radio silence.

She winks at me, and I can't help grinning. Her reputation with curses is quite large, and nobody wants to be on the receiving end.

The fresh snow crunches as we make our way down to Hogsmeade.

She links her arm through mine, and it's all I can do to stop doing myself doing a little dance of joy. I smile at her, and she blushes.

'So,' I say. 'Where do you want to go first?'

She ponder this thought.

'Well, Mum sent me money for a new broomstick, as mine got smashed up.' She smiles slightly, then winces at the memory. 'And if I take such a large amount of money to another shop, I probably won't have enough left for the broom!'

'So room stick first then?'

'Definitely' she nods.

The broomstick shop is right at the other end of Hogsmeade, and we pass the disgusting Madame Puddifoots on the way. Thankfully it's not decorate for Valentine's day yet, and so isn't blasting Freya Anders, the Celestina Warbeck look-a-like.

Lily

Hey, look, it's Madame Puddifoots! I hate it there; I went once with Ben for a joke and then everyone thought we were dating.

'Hey, we should go in there.' I look up at him.

'What! I mean, are you sure?' He looks worried. Oh, he thinks I'm serious.

'No, I was joking!' I laugh, and he laughs too, probably out of sheer relief.

'Dont do that!' He says. 'That shop is a nightmare for boys.' He shakes his head. 'You really scared me there!'

'Aww I'm sorry.' I nudge his shoulder with my head. (He's really tall!)

Hogsmeade looks so picturesque with all the snow upon the rooftops and little coat-clad people wandering about.

Most of the students have gone into either the Three Broomsticks or of course, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. It's quite extraordinary what Uncles George and Ron have managed to do.

They switch between shops everyday, and there is one Weasley per shop. Today Uncle George seems to be in Hogsmeade, but I can see my cousin Dominique stacking shelves.

We pass Diane and her new boyfriend, Jeff, on the way to the broomstick store.

'Oh look, the nerds have finally got together. How sweet.' She drawls.

'Shove off Diane!' I snap.

'Temper, temper!' She says. I reach for my wand, but Seb grabs my arm.

'Hey, no cursing today.' He mutters.

'Well, what do we do then?' I reply.

'This.' While we've been talking, he's enchanted a pile of snow. It begins to throw its self at her, chasing her down the street. Her shrieks can probably be heard back at the castle, and plenty of people are coming out of the warm shops to see what the hell is going on.

Seb nods to himself. 'That worked better than I had hoped.'

'That was amazing!' I tell him. 'But doesn't that count as cursing her?'

He grins. 'No, no it doesn't, because the thing that I was charming wasn't her, and snow isn't going to do her any harm.'

'Well isn't that handy! How do you know that I wasn't going to do that?' I ask him.

'It was written all over your face. Big letters, spelling "BAT BOGEY HEX"!' He laughs.

'Okay, true. But I would never have thought of that, geek.'

'Hey, am I a geek now?'

'Yes, yes you are!'

'And why is that?'

'Because you always have a spell ready. To me, that spells out "I spend too much time in the library."' He gasps in mock horror.

'How did you know I spend half my time in there?'

'You're in Ravenclaw. And I saw you!'

He pretends to be wounded. 'There, my little friend, you are generalising. It may be true in this case, of course, but you have been very naughty.' He taps my nose. Yes, I have been naughty. But if it only gains me a tap on the nose, I might be naughty again.

'Now come on, here we are!' He leads me into the broomstick shop, and grins at me to let me know I'm not actually in trouble. 'What price range are we looking for?'

He looks at me lopsidedly. I ponder his question.

'Well, mum sent me a fair bit, and I was thinking a FireStar.' He nods.

'Good idea.' He says. 'Julian and Jason both have FireStars, and they are very fast.'

I'm surprised by this. Lovely Seb only has a Nimbus2010. Yes, it's still a very good broom, but nothing compared the FireStar. I knew his father wasn't happy that Seb is in Ravenclaw( I think most people noticed when his father smashed a plate over his sons head; he was almost fired from his job. If it wasn't for the fact that the Minister for Magic was useless, he wouldn't still be head of the Auror office) but I didn't think he would still hold a grudge against that.

I want to ask him about it, but the look in his eyes tells me not to. Anyway, the shop owner has just come out of his office.

'Hello, dear children, what can I do for you today?'

'Can I have a measuring for a FireStar please?' I ask him politely.

'A FireStar? Of course dear. If you would follow me.' He leads me behind the desk, and I walk into the room, mouthing 'sorry' at Seb. He gives me a thumbs up and grins.

Seb

Lily follows the shop owner into the side room, and she looks back regretfully. I give her a thumbs up, and she smiles. FireStars are made to measure, so I will stand here awkwardly until she returns.

I look at the new Chaser section. There are dragon skin gloves, for extra grip, and glasses with a new aiming device on them. I assume these are only used by professionals in training; I can't imagine you would be allowed them in a game.

Lily comes out only a few minutes later, while I'm purchasing the new broomstick polish. She smiles as she hands over the golden coins, and as we walk out she talks excitedly about the new features.

There is nothing that can get a Hogwarts students excited as much as getting a new broomstick.

The temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees whilst we were in the shop, so I suggest we head to the Three Broomsticks. Lily nods.

Then some snow hits my face. She's twirling her wand in her fingers, looking guilty but very pleased with herself. Did she hear the charm I used when getting rid of that awful Diane?

I look around. The street is empty. So I flick my wrist, and snow hits her head. I dodge the next snowball, and then think, screw magic. I run over to the side of the path, trying to avoid the continuos barrage of snow being hurled at me.

The snow balls I throw may not be as numerous, as she us using magic and I am not, but they are faster. Lily laughs happily as snow melts in her hair. She trips, landing in a heap of snow.

I run over to her, and help her up. She's still laughing, and spitting snow pig her mouth. Now we really need to go the a Three Broomsticks.

I can't help noticing how close our faces are, as she's standing on a hill. She is so beautiful, even with snow in her hair.

She senses the awkward pause.

'Help me down, kind sir.' She curtsies.

'Of course, madam.' I offer her my arm, which she takes, and she hops down from the hill.

'Lets go find some butter beer.' She marches me off up the street.

I wrinkle my nose at her.

'Butterbeer? How can you drink that stuff?' (A/N I'm with Seb on this. What do you guys think of butter beer?) it's disgusting!'

She stops, looking at me, mock horror written across her face. 'Mr Trill, how could you? I might have to dump you for hating butterbeer.' She glances at me.

'No, you couldn't, you love me too much!' I twirl her round.

'Aww you read my mind.' She pouts and folds her arms.'I do love you too much to dump you. But we will have to do something about you not liking my favourite drink.' She smiles.

I kiss her, quickly. 'Come on then. You can have butterbeer, I shall have hot chocolate.'

The fire is roaring inside the Three Broomsticks, melting the snow that remains on my jacket and hat. We pull off our warm gear, and Lily sits down at a table as I go to order.

When I come back with the drinks, it takes me a while to find her as she's hidden herself in a booth in the corner. I go to sit opposite her, but she pulls me into the chair beside her.

'Why the dark corner?' I ask her. She looks at me, and she looks incredibly pleased with herself, just like a cat who has won the bowl of cream.

'So I can do this.'

And she kisses me.

it's like fireworks are exploding, and a balloon the size of Wembley stadium is blowing up inside me. I'm so happy, I could fly amongst the star. You think this sort of happiness exists only in novels, but it doesn't.

When end we break apart, she rests her forehead on mine and fiddles with my hair contendedly.

The drinks have gone cold.

a/N Sorry it's been a while, this took me ages to write! Please let me know what you think in that lovely little box in the bottom right! Geeky x