Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)

#"I will hurt you if you ever talk to me again."

James shot me the 'puppy dog' eyes look. I just merely glared at him, tucking my feet beneath my body on the couch and staring into the flickering flames of the warm fire.

"Will you ever talk to me again?" James pressed.

I ignored him. My older cousin always had to go interfering in everything. He's the reason I've never had a boyfriend during my time at Hogwarts, the reason that my friends have to meet specific requirements to hang around with me, the reason of all my problems. Scorpius and I had been happily friends for a week - just a week. A week into my first year. And James didn't approve of Scorpius.

"Lucy? Lucy, you can't not talk to me. I'll send an owl to your parents - they wouldn't want you to be rude to your big cousin, would they? Lucy? Look, I was just protecting you from the bad things, no need to get so touchy," James sighed.

"Protecting me?" I muttered, finally speaking.

"Exactly!" James nodded enthusiastically.

"Protecting me from the bad things," I repeated. "How is Scorpius bad, may I ask?"

"He's a Malfoy, and all Malfoy's are bad."

"He's different."

"So? You're my little cousin, I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm not allowed friends, then?"

James hesitated to answer that one. Surely he wasn't considering whether to say 'no, you're not allowed to have friends during your time at Hogwarts - you must either be a loner or just hang around with your cousins' was he? I could bet you 10 Galleons he was.

"Well..."

"I will hurt you if you ever talk to me again."

With that, I stormed off up to the girls dormitories. It wasn't really childish, was it? It was the most mature thing that could come from my mouth at that precise moment anyway. But I knew James would wangle a way out of me one way or another - plus, I was pretty sure he'd hurt me worse than I could hurt him.