Birthday Wishes Always Come True - Wish Upon a Star

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are 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/or 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 chewed her lower lip and pushed a nervous hand through her hair. It had seemed like such a simple idea on the train. Hell, she'd already done it once, hadn't she? Just go in there, sit down, and tell them a friend invited you to stay over for the weekend. No big deal. Yeah right. The redhead sucked in a deep breath, stomach in knots, and breezed into the sitting room, missing the look her parents shared. "Hey, Mum," she said, knowing her mother would be way less likely to ask questions, "can I go to a friend's house this weekend?"

Lily knew, when her mother frowned, she was thinking about Lily going away for a weekend when she'd literally just gotten back home for the Christmas holidays. "Just Saturday night?" her mother questioned.

"Sure," Lily said easily. She wasn't about to push for that night too. Even if that had been the original plan.

"Which friend?" Harry Potter asked from behind the paper.

Lily swallowed, twirling some hair nervously around her finger. "The one I visited in the summer." This time Lily saw the look her parents shared and added hastily. "We don't hang out much, 'cause we're in different Houses, so it's nice to catch up outside school, y'know."

The redhead snuck a look at her mother, who seemed to buy it, and knew by her father's silence he didn't. "What was your friend's name again?" he asked slowly. Lily almost smiled when her mother shot him the, 'Harry, please' look.

"I told you in the summer, Dad. Carmichael," she said lightly, and knew when the paper rustled, her father was almost done the interrogation.

"It's a yes from me, honey," Ginny said firmly, and looked at her husband. "Harry?"

Harry set the paper down slowly and looked at Lily who tried to look innocent. "You'll Floo home by noon on Sunday?"

"Dad," she said, with a hint of exasperation. She didn't want to be conscious before noon. "If you want me home at noon on Sunday, I'm going tonight. We've got lots of stuff planned." Lily felt bad about the half-truths, but her parents seemed to trust her implicitly. "C'mon."

"Fine," Harry sighed. "Go then. So much for your 'family holiday'," he grumbled. Lily grinned, got up feeling buoyant, and hugged her mother and then hugged her dad tight, and kissed his cheek.

"I'll be home on Sunday, Dad. Geez, children grow up, just like you and Mum did." She rolled her eyes and smiled with the Chosen One, then ran upstairs to pack a bag.

"She's up to trouble," Harry said. "She's only sweet when she's getting away with something we don't know about."

Ginny rolled her chocolate eyes. "To you, maybe."

By the time Lily got back downstairs she was feeling oddly jittery, excited and also anxious. The summer at Carmichael's had been one thing. She had a feeling this was going to be another entirely, and part of her was downright nervous about it. But she was still mostly excited, high on the adrenaline rush of getting away with something she knew wouldn't be allowed if she'd been honest to a fault, and looking forward to a carefree weekend to kick off her holiday. She hugged and kissed her parents again, promising to be home at noon on Sunday, and threw a handful of glittering Floo powder into the massive fireplace after climbing in with her bag, and shouted "Cedar Cottage!" which was apparently the name of his parents' quaint little house.

And when she stepped out of the small red brick fireplace in the sitting room, there was Carmichael, looking bored, lounging in the armchair. He looked up and she saw he was obviously stoned. "Hey," she murmured, wondering if his parents would be home. They hadn't been in the summer. Like, at all, which Lily had found bizarre, but convenient.

"Hi. You actually convinced your parents to let you come?" he teased.

"You bet. I might actually be pretty smart sometimes."

He grinned, finally getting up from the chair, and moved toward her. And it was too easy for Lily to lean in and kiss him hungrily, enjoying his hands under her shirt. "At least there's the pretty part," he murmured, and pulled back. "Let's go upstairs."

A dark red brow arched even as she followed him up to his room. "I'm not just jumping into bed with you," she said, only half meaning it. She knew if he put enough effort in, she'd wind up in bed, naked and doing unspeakable things with him.

"Later, Potter." Her eyes rolled as she dropped her bag on a chair and she laughed at the naughty pin up witch poster.

"Really?" she drawled, pointing. "C'mon, Carmichael, you can do better than that."

"We'll call it inspiration," he said, and she laughed. "You wanna smoke a joint?"

"Always," she said lightly, and he smirked. They popped the window and sat on his bed to smoke. "So I have to ask," Lily murmured after about half of the fat joint. She felt high and carefree and utterly relaxed. "Where are your parents?"

Carmichael's mouth flickered ever so slightly into a smile for a beat. "Well, my dad fucked off when I was ten. And my mum works for months at a time. Currently she's in the Amazon, conducting a field study on the magical properties of Amazonian river foliage." Lily frowned, passing the joint, and moved to sit beside him.

"So you're just here like, all alone?"

His smile tilted crookedly. "Nah. Most of the time I go to my Gran's. But she's strict."

That made Lily laugh a little. "Ouch. Should I be offended I'm not meeting her?"

"If you want," he teased. "Even when you're mad at me you can't help but like me."

"And even when you're being charming, you're still a right prick," she shot back. She felt her libido stir as he hooked a finger into the neckline of her shirt.

"And I introduce you how, Potter?" he teased. "'Hey Gran, this is my fuck buddy'?" He toked off the joint and handed it back.

Lily took it and shoved him lightly. "You're such an ass."

After the joint they snogged and then the bell rang, announcing someone at the door. Carmichael frowned, looked at his watch and went downstairs. Lily followed and sat on the second bottom most stair as Carmichael answered the door. "You're early," he said to whoever the person was.

"I saw you get dropped off. You're holding out on me, man."

Lily watched Muggle money change hands and then some green stuff followed suit. "Toss off, I'm busy," Carmichael said, and shut the door abruptly. "So you wanna get naked now, or what?" he asked, smirking. She smiled as he leaned forward over her on the stairs.

Lily giggled. "No," she said, scooting up a step as he leaned closer over her. "Later, Carmichael."

"There's probably going to be an interruption or two later," he said, and kissed her mouth teasingly, then her jaw, then bit her neck just hard enough to have her knickers getting damp. "Besides, you promised me inappropriate activities on the train."

Lily groaned as his mouth moved lower, down her neck and grunted as he suckled her pulse point, and realized one of her hands was already under his tee. "You're kind of obsessed with sex," she teased and gasped when his mouth moved back to hers and he nipped her lower lip.

"I'm a seventeen year old heterosexual male in the company of an attractive young woman who occasionally sleeps with me. There's one track up here right now, Potter," he said, tapping his head.

Lily laughed and pulled him closer to kiss him. "How is every Friday afternoon, minimum, 'occasionally', Carmichael?" she challenged.

"Because it's not every Friday afternoon, and every Sunday night followed by Monday morning with the odd Wednesday quickie thrown in." Lily shoved him, but he merely grinned and kissed her. She suckled his lip ring. "So are we going upstairs, babe?" he murmured after several more moments of increasingly hot snogging and heavy fondling.

"I get to be on top," she breathed.

He chuckled into her cleavage, her shirt stretched down over her breasts, and groaned as she tugged his shirt up, wanting it off. "You're always on top," he grunted, then pulled back to remove the offending shirt as she did the same with her own. He pulled her to her feet and they climbed the stairs, the redhead blushing when he fondled the curve of her arse through her leggings.

"Because you like it."

"I take what I can get, Potter," he clarified, and Lily threw her shirt at him. He spanked her and she giggled, half-running into his room, and felt a blast of arousal as he gave chase and jumped with her into bed. And he totally cheated by tickling her into submission and then pinned her arms down triumphantly.

"Push your luck too far and you'll be left wanting again, Carmichael," she huffed, and groaned as he kissed her.

"That's the best part of it," the Ravenclaw teased and undid the front closure on her bra. She wriggled and arched into him and he moved lower, kissing down her neck, rolling her sensitive nipple easily in his fingers. Molten want seemed to flow through her at the spark of pleasure. "You Gryffindors always take pity on us after you've made your point," he murmured and she would've shoved him and called him a tosser, but then his mouth closed over a nipple, making her arch and moan, one hand fisting in his dark hair, the other gripping the sheet. But then, to her delight, he rolled them, and let her be on top.

Lily pushed her tongue into his mouth and felt Carmichael divesting her of her leggings in short order and grunted, pulling back roughly, and sat up properly. He made to lean up and put his mouth on her breasts again, but Lily shoved him back, smirking at the arched brow, and shed her bra properly. She lifted onto her knees and hooked her thumbs into her panties. "Admit you like me on top," she murmured.

Carmichael grinned, looking unbearably sexy with his too long bangs falling in his dark eyes. "I like you every way, babe. So long as you're moaning and begging for it."

She blushed, because she'd never live that down with him. She shifted on his lap, grinding against a very obvious erection. "You'd think for having a half-naked girl on top of you, you'd be a little nicer to her."

Carmichael sat up on an elbow again, tangling a hand in her hair, and pulled her down to kiss her. "You'd think so, but she still puts out, so I'm willing to bet she doesn't mind all that much." His hand made a fist and she whimpered, feeling liquid arousal shorting out her brain, a sharp stab of desire making her suck in a breath. "But I do like having you on top, Potter. Your tits look amazing." She laughed until she could only moan and as the last of their clothing fell away, Lily wondered vaguely in some detached part of her brain how she'd ever even been mad at the stupid prick. Sure, he was a fucking tool sometimes, and his morals left a lot to be desired, definitely, but he hadn't really done anything. She'd done it all herself, perhaps at his urging, but of her own accord. "Yes," he hissed as she bottomed out, rotating and gyrating her pelvis teasingly upon him.

"I already knew you liked it, Carmichael," she said huskily, against his ear. He groaned as she lifted the slightest bit then jolted, hard, back down, and his hands went to her ass.

"Fuck, Potter, stop teasing," he groaned.

"No," she moaned, and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, knowing precisely how far she could push him. "I think I'll take my time, and we'll see who ends up moaning and begging for it." And she did, although she still wound up being the one to shout the words, 'Yes, please!' a dozen times and moaning uncontrollably as he fucked her from below.

A couple hours later, after they'd gone for round two, where Lily had let him be on top, and they'd taken a long hot shower and Lily had used his delicious bubble gum shampoo, they'd gone back downstairs to smoke a joint and watch Muggle telly together. Some teen drama program came on just as the bell rang and Carmichael rolled his eyes. "Hold on," he said, tossing her legs rudely off his lap and getting up. She took the joint when he passed it and put her feet back up, hearing the front door open. There was muffled talking and then the door closed.

"Who is it?" she called. "The fuzz?" Lily wasn't sure who the fuzz were, but sometimes her father, after too many drinks, joked with her Uncle Ron about them. She smirked at her own joke and then almost fell off the couch when Carmichael came back, looking amused and Evan MacDougall, looking quietly pissed, came with him. "Evan!" she said in shock, sitting up properly.

"Potter," he said lightly. There was a beat of silence where the awkward factor skyrocketed.

"Um, wow, so I can explain," she said weakly.

Carmichael sat back down, plucked the joint from her fingers and puffed. "It seems fairly self explanatory," he said. Lily pushed a hand through her hair and blew out a sigh.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said softly, and even to her own ears, the words felt hollow. Beside her Carmichael rolled his eyes.

MacDougall shifted his weight. "D'you think we could talk privately?" he said and glanced at the older wizard.

Carmichael smirked and shrugged. "Sure. You remember where the door is, yeah?"

Lily shot him a dark look as she got up, following the hulking young wizard back to Carmichael's front door and out onto the stoop. There was a long pause, filled with unspoken accusations and apologies. "How long?" MacDougall finally asked. Lily stared at the ground.

"Awhile," she admitted, and hazarded a glance up. MacDougall stared back evenly, face giving away nothing. "Um, since the beginning of the month."

He seemed to mull that over for a moment. "And were you going to tell me?"

Lily bit her lip wanting to lie, but he deserved the truth. Even if it was awful. "Honestly?" she whispered.

His mouth hardened. "Aye, honestly," he said, tone roughening. She gulped.

"Probably not. Which sounds awful, but I swear to Godric, you have to believe I didn't do it on purpose, and I honestly never wanted to hurt you. You're like one of the nicest people I know. I-"

"Nay, Potter," MacDougall said quietly. "You did do it on purpose. But somehow I believe that you didn't want to hurt my feelings." She bit her lip again, feeling awful. "You still did," he continued, making her feel worse, "but I'm also not an idiot, Potter."

Lily's mouth parted. "You mean you knew?"

"Aye, everyone knows. Have for a couple weeks now I reckon." Lily felt as if she'd been slapped at that. "And anyway, you obviously needed more than I was willing to give." She hated that he was being mature about this, because it was only making the guilt worse. At least if he'd been yelling and flipping out, she'd have anger and defensiveness to fall back on. Now she just felt all around crumby.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Aye, I'll bet," he said and she shot him a dirty look at that. Now he was just being smug and rubbing her face in her fuck up. "On the plus side, at least you'll have someone to console you, now." Lily could only nod. She'd known, the second she saw him, Evan was obviously going to dump her like a bag of rocks, but she still felt sad about it. "On the down side," he added, stepping off the little porch and onto the walkway, "turns out Robertson and the rest were right. And that sucks."

Lily watched him go down the little walk and turn up the street. Part of her wondered how he'd known she'd be here. Another part wondered how apparently 'everyone' seemed to know she was hooking up with Carmichael on the regular. The majority of her wanted to cry, because not only was she probably actually a slut and a terrible person for cheating on the best boyfriend she imagined a girl could ask for, she'd proven Robert Robertson of all people right. And at the end of break, she'd go back to school undoubtedly single, and everyone would know it. She sighed, pushed a hand through her hair, and went back inside. Carmichael was still on the couch, toking, so Lily went and sat with him, sighing again.

He handed her the joint and she puffed. "Your boyfriend didn't want to stay?" he drawled and Lily scowled.

"Not my boyfriend anymore," she grumbled.

Carmichael smirked, looking sidelong at her with a raised brow. "You need a hug?"

Lily did, but felt nettled by the amused condescension. "Fuck you, Carmichael."

"You already did, babe," he said, and bumped her lightly with his shoulder, then put a hand on her thigh. "C'mon, Potter. You had to know the troll would find out at some point."

Lily pursed her mouth, puffed hard off the joint and handed it back. "He's not a troll. And apparently he already knew. Probably for awhile." She looked up at him, fiddling with a hank of hair. "Apparently everyone knows."

Both of Carmichael's eyebrows shot up. "I'd like to state for the record, I haven't told anyone."

Hazel eyes rolled. "Obviously. You're not an idiot, you wouldn't risk losing the occasional lay by blabbing." Despite herself she smirked a little as he grinned at her.

"That means it's probably one of two of my least favourite people."

The redhead sighed and leaned into him. "How the hell could Worthington find out?" she demanded, already thinking ahead.

Carmichael frowned. "Zipzer," he said darkly. Lily scowled too. That blustering fuckwad?

"He wouldn't dare," she growled.

"Sure he would. He hates me and I'm positive he's jealous." Lily snorted.

"Jealous you're hooking up with me sometimes? Jealous it's not revolting to think about your tongue in my mouth? Or jealous he still looks like a malformed Winston Wizard doll, even with that stupid little moustache he grew over the summer?"

Carmichael chuckled. "All of the above," he murmured, then tossed an arm around her shoulders. "I'm guessing Zipzer told Worthington, or rather, told anyone who'd listen, and Worthington found out." He sighed and Lily pouted, because this was just a giant fucking clusterfuck.

"This is all your fault," she mumbled, folding her arms. Carmichael chuckled, took a long drag off his joint and exhaled into her mouth, kissing her.

"Yeah?" he drawled.

"Uh huh." Lily had no idea how, or why, but it felt better to blame someone else. Because if it was Carmichael's fault, she could at least pretend it wasn't pretty much all her fault. She'd really liked Evan, honestly, but she was a healthy, hormonal teenaged girl, with needs that had been awakened and were impossible to repress. He just, apparently, wasn't willing to satisfy them. So she'd found an outlet for that, but she didn't really want to date Carmichael seriously. Because compared to Evan, she knew he'd be a shit boyfriend.

"Sure thing, Potter. I'm fucking starving. You want food?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, and Carmichael outed his joint and got up to find food in the kitchen, and as she followed, Lily smiled a tiny bit. Sure, she might be a slut, and Carmichael might make a shit boyfriend, but the redhead looked at the silver lining. She had roughly forty hours of parental-supervision free time ahead, and nothing to worry about. It could be worse.

After an improvised dinner of pizza Carmichael ordered with the Muggle telephone, which was bizarre to watch and even more bizarre to fathom, they smoked another joint and as Lily was feeling sleepy, and a tad horny, she asked him how he knew so much about Muggle telephones.

"I told you, my Gran is a Muggle." Lily shifted.

"So what other kind of crazy things do Muggles have, then? The only Muggles I've met are kind of boring to be honest."

A devilish smile slid onto his mouth. "They have these things called hot tubs."

Lily frowned. "What's so crazy about that? It's a tub that's hot, right?"

"Sort of," Carmichael murmured and she frowned some more when his hand slid up and to the inside of her thigh. "C'mon, come see."

Lily rolled her eyes, because this sounded decidedly boring. And then Carmichael dragged her out the back door and across the snowy porch. "You tosser, I don't have shoes on, and my feet are freezing! What the fuck are we doing?" she hissed.

"Relax, Potter." He moved to a large black box thing at the end of the porch and Lily heard a low humming. She felt far from relaxed. She was cold, confused, and kind of concerned by the humming. And then Carmichael lifted the cover on the black box thing and steam spewed out. Lily blinked and saw what looked like boiling water in the thing. She looked at Carmichael.

"What the fuck is that, the world's biggest cauldron? How is it boiling? Is this electricity shit again?"

"It's a hot tub, Potter. It's not quite boiling, and yes, it's electricity." Her mouth parted in shock when he pulled his shirt off. "And it's cold out, so I'm getting in." Lily watched as he indeed stripped, then glanced at her. "Are you coming with?"

"Are you sure you're not going to cook me in this hot tub thing?" she asked, only half joking, because it definitely looked like it was boiling away. She took her shirt off anyway.

"Positive." He shucked his boxers and climbed in, groaning a little at the temperature. Lily hesitated, then looked around.

"What if someone sees us?" she whispered.

"That's why you don't stand there without a shirt, Potter. You strip quick and get in." She glared, but hurriedly undid her bra and shucked the last of her modesty.

Shivering and covered in goosebumps, she climbed over the edge of the hot tub and stuck a foot in, hissing, because it was hot. "This might be boiling," she said, and groaned as she slipped in. The water inside was steaming, instantly going to work on any and every sore muscle she had from earlier, and jets of water massaged her back. "Ohh, but this is nice," she hummed, eyes closing a little as she relaxed entirely.

Carmichael smirked. "Now imagine if you were high on E," he murmured and she laughed.

"That might be sensory overload," she admitted. He drifted over, one hand curving over her hip.

"No," he said lightly. "This might be though," he added softly and kissed her lingeringly, thumb teasing her hip bone, and Lily groaned, moving on instinct over his lap as they snogged, hands everywhere.

The hot tub soon lead to his bedroom, and it was very dark outside the windows as the redhead laid her head against the very soft pillow wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts as he rolled a joint. "So I have to ask," Carmichael said softly, glancing down at her briefly. "How far did MacDougall even get?"

Lily snorted, rolling to her side. "Yeah right, Carmichael. I'm so not answering that."

He grinned, put his box aside, and sparked up the joint as he laid back. Lily laid her head on his shoulder. "C'mon, babe." Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Obviously the answer is not far enough." She frowned and fought the urge to sigh, then sat up to hit the joint.

"Is that 'cause you're just a bit slutty, or because he's too shy to take advantage?" Carmichael asked. Lily glared.

"You're a fucking asshole. And it's none of your business." Lily privately thought it was likely a bit of both. "And I'm more than a bit slutty at this point."

Carmichael chuckled. "Thank Godric for that. I almost thought you were serious back in September when you said you wouldn't be this year." She smacked him.

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