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Saturday, April 28th, 1979

Somewhere In Muggle London

"Mate."

Edward looks up in a half daze—he had been listlessly gazing at a pair of trousers and trying to gauge whether they would look alright on him or not.

When he follows Chester's finger, he spots a mess of honey brown curls cascading down a fit looking girl's back, and he blinks blankly as he sees how nicely her bright red flared pants are gripping her arse.

Fuck, that is one fit girl, Edward's thinks as his mouth hangs open. His friends start shoving him playfully and laughing.

"Mate, I dare you to go and grab her bum," Chester says in a gleeful tone.

"What? Fuck no, not going to fuckin' happen," Edward says, shaking his head adamantly, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, slumping his shoulders as much as he can.

"C'mon Edward, I'll give you a tenner," David says with a bright smile, rubbing a hand through his blond curls.

"No, fucking way," Edward insists, but then one of his mates pushes him forward—hard, and he barely manages to catch himself. He's right by the girls now, and he swallows thickly. What the fuck do I do now? I'm not actually going to do it am I? Fuck no. David did say he would give me a tenner though.

He's right beside the girl now, and he catches the end of her sentence just as she says something to her companion—who is just out of sight at the moment.

"I think this one is cute," the girl says.

His palms are clammy, his throat tightens almost painfully. This is a terrible idea. He begins to internally hate himself just as his fingers brush against the back of her thigh. Before he can do anything else though, something swiftly moves out of the corner of his eye and tackles him.

He can't breathe, the wind is forcefully knocked out of him as he hits the ground. There are spots dancing in front of his eyes as he blinks up at his attacker in a daze.

Red velvet hair is surrounding him, and she steals away all the air left in his lungs. Plump lips painted a dark, sultry red, almond shaped bright green eyes, freckles, and the tattoo on her neck catches his eye—it is if it is staring deep into his soul, judging him.

She is wearing a sleeveless, loose black cotton button down shirt with the first three buttons undone (he can just see the swell of her breasts and the edge of her dark red brassiere peeking out at him), and her shirt is tucked into a pair of emerald green flared pants.

He tries to breathe in, but quickly realises that the girl's knee is firmly pressed into his chest. He is about to say something when slender fingers forcefully grab his jaw.

His vision blurs until all he sees is crimson, and then a gentle voice is whispering in his ear, "now that wasn't very polite. I suggest you apologise to my darling friend here." Her knee only digs in deeper.

Edward gulps audibly. "Sorry," he manages to rasp, but that isn't good enough because then comes, "I don't think she heard that. Mione, did you hear that?"

"Nope," another voice says wryly.

One of Edward's toes twitches, he can feel the rough wood against the back of his left hand, his right wedged between his body and the floor and it's gone numb.

"Perhaps you could be a bit louder there, mate," the girl says as she leans back, and sunlight stabs at his eyes in between the gaps in her curtain of hair.

"Sorry!" Edward yells out this time.

Moments later the pressure on his chest slowly releases, and she lets go of his face. He desperately gulps in air, spots dancing in front of his eyes.

The edges of his vision are soft, and everything looks kind of muted. He watches the girl stand up and turn to her friend in almost a daze. He registers that his friends are now by him, he can distantly hear their voices buzzing in his ears, but he doesn't hear them, not really.

She glows. Her bright green eyes meet his once more, before she loops her arm through her friends.

"Next time, you lot should learn to have some manners," the brunette says, but he barely hears it.

Edward watches, utterly enthralled as the girl leaves, her crimson hair flying out behind her, and his heart skips a beat.

"I think I'm in love," Edward says.


"The nerve," Hermione grumbles.

"Hopefully he learns his lessons and doesn't try that again," Lily purses her lips as she squeezes Hermione's arm.

"I was dangerously close to hexing him...thank you for stepping in," Hermione sighs, wrapping an arm around Lily's shoulders and pulling her close.

"Well, that ruined my mood. I don't feel like shopping anymore," Lily says.

"We can stop by a bakery and grab some treats for everyone, then head home," Hermione suggested.

"That sounds delightful," Lily hums. "We'll have to pretend we didn't get anything for James, it's fun to watch him pout."

Hermione tips her head back and lets out a peal of lighthearted laughter.

They are walking down a quaint path now, it is fairly deserted and the only sounds are Hermione's ankle boots and Lily's heels clipping across the cobblestones. Clip, clop, clip, clop.

The temperature seems to drop drastically, and the wind howls menacingly as it races and twists between the buildings.

"Actually, perhaps we should just go home," Hermione says, stopping abruptly.

Lily's eyes dart around them, she can sense that something is off as well. "Agreed, let's go home."

Lily doesn't hesitate to grasp Hermione firmly, her eyes shut tightly and she takes a deep breath before apparating them back home. The loud crack bouncing back and forth along the buildings.

In an alley not too far away a pair of eyes narrows and a soft harrumph passes through the figure's lips, their black cloak having helped them melt into the shadows. They turn on their heel, and their cloak billows about them, and then they too apparate away.