Sorry that it took so bloody long to update, but wooing Canadians is no piece of treacle tart, believe me. Moony, you know what I'm sayin'... Anyway, this was the easiest chapter to write cuz i knew exactly how it was gonna end... i wasnt too sure about the beginning or end... anywho. Review replies are at the bottom as usual. And please review, cuz it takes like... 5 seconds and does wonder for my self-esteem.

"Hmm… what?" said Harry stretching. It felt weird having Ron, of all people, wake you up.

"Your dad. James."

"What about him?"

"He asked Iliana out to the next Hogsmeade visit."

Harry sat bolt upright. "What? But he's supposed to be loyal to Lily! To my mother!"

"Harry, the next Hogsmeade visit is tomorrow."

James and Iliana had a date for the next Hogsmeade visit and Harry had convinced Ron and Hermione to try to talk James out of it.

"I mean, James, think about it. She's a Muggle. You love …" Ron pretended to not remember. " … that, uh … Lily." It was all he could do not to say "Lily Potter" or "Harry's mum", but he somehow managed.

"Who told you that?"

Hermione spoke up. "You did. You told Harry about your crush and he told us, of course."

"Oh. Well, yeah, I love Lily, but this is a different time. I mean, she's being all stubborn and refusing to admit she loves me," he said, mockingly. "But, I'm allowed to take a break from the rejection, aren't I?"

"Do you still love Lily?"

"Of course!"

"Then why are you doing this to Iliana?"

James smiled. "She has a quality, Hermione," he said simply.

After he got up and left, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"It's hopeless, isn't it?" asked Ron, despairingly.

"What are you talking about, Ron?" said Hermione, dreamily. "He said she had a quality. It's so romantic."

"Hermione, listen to what you're saying."

"What?"

"It's Harry's dad. She's a Muggle."

"Yes, Ron, that's been noted."

"Hermione, have you seen Iliana?"

"Yes …"

"You heard James say so yourself. The first thing he thought when he saw her was that she's hot."

"Ron, you're being stupid. He loves Lily. She's a date. He deserves one after all of the rejection."

Ron backed up defensively. "OK, you're just taking the words right out of his mouth there, young lady."

Harry was in a sour mood, so naturally, Ron and Hermione were avoiding him. They had failed in getting James dissuaded from taking Iliana to Hogsmeade, so he did the only thing he could do. He followed them in his father's old invisibility cloak.

Nothing really happened the whole afternoon. They traveled from store to store, occasionally stopping to buy something. (James really stocked up at Zonko's.) Everyone had been warned about the Muggle entering the town, and despite the less amount of magical activity, Iliana was still flabbergasted with all the interesting gadgets.

It wasn't until a little after seven o'clock that things got a little more interesting. Draco Malfoy had caught their scent, and was waiting for them when they went to visit the Shrieking Shack.

"Well, well, well," he said, his arms crossed, his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, on either side of him, looking as stupid as logs covered in Stinksap. "A Muggle. In the only all wizarding community in Britain. How ironic."

James frowned.

Iliana leaned in. "Who is he?"

The boy looked very familiar, but James couldn't quite put a name to the face. It was on the tip of his brain.

The blonde boy stepped forward, strutting casually in a very fashionable manner. "I see you've managed to finally hide that hideous scar of yours, then, Potter? Don't want your little Muggle of yours to know who you are? Or are you scared she'll reject you from it's ghastly appearance?"

"What bloody scar are you talking about?"

"Oh," he said, laughing. The two lugs behind him followed suit and stopped on cue when Malfoy held up his hand. "Good cover, Potter." He turned to Iliana. "There are no words to describe your detestability, you filthy Muggle."

"Have you ever heard of Shakespeare, sir?" she said, mocking a polite tone.

"What?" he said, scrunching his nose as if she smelled of eggs.

"He once said something brilliant. Would you like to hear it?" And without waiting for a response, she said, "'Thou venomed swag-bellied skainsmate.' Funny, it seems to be so appropriate, here." She smiled, grabbed James's hand and pulled him away, towards the Shrieking Shack, leaving Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, clueless, with their mouths halfway open.

"That was bloody brilliant!" shouted James, once they had gotten out of hearing shot. "Padfoot would've loved that one."

"Padfoot?"

"Huh? Oh, never mind." He paused and looked at where they were headed. "So, that's the Shrieking Shack."

"I see it."

Night, which had started falling a while ago, was now covering Hogsmeade in a sheet of blackness. "It's … the most haunted house in Britain."

Iliana smiled mischievously. "That's what all the signs leading to Hogwarts said."

"You're not scared of that, then, are you?"

"Well, no. It's not shrieking." This was true. "Aren't you scared?" she asked playfully.

"Of course not." This was true too. James knew the secret of the Shrieking Shack, and knew of course that all the rumours were false, and reinforced by those who knew the truth for reasons unnamed.

"Then what are we waiting for?" She dragged him up to the top of the hill, where the full moon was clearly visible, only just emerging from the pink and purple clouds.

"Wow," she said, breathlessly. "It's so beautiful."

"I don't like it." Iliana looked at him. His alluring face was illuminated by the moon's bright rays.

"What?"

"I don't like it," he repeated, turning to look at her. "It's very …" He inspected the orb again. "… foreboding."

Iliana turned her body towards him and tilted her head questioningly, her hands behind her back. "How?"

"Well, it pretends to have such power and control over the rest of the earth. Tides, time—" James stopped himself before saying the next reason.

Iliana didn't notice anything. She laughed, instead.

"That's not foreboding, James, that's extraordinary."

"Ever heard of werewolves?" he said, peering at her with a triumphant, but solemn smile.

Her smile slowly evanesced. "Well, pretend, James." She focused on the moon once again. "Just for tonight, pretend that you think it's pretty."

"OK," he said after a pause.

She laughed playfully. "Isn't it just the most breathtaking thing you've ever seen?" she giggled.

"Yes."

"Well, James, you have to look at it, to make me believe you."

"I am."

He was starring at her. "The moon," she whispered. "Look at the moon."

He took a small step closer to her and put his hands on either side of her face. "I am looking at the moon. You are my moon. You are breathtaking."

"You're pretending."

James pulled her face towards him and drew her into a strong kiss, his tongue slowly coercing her mouth to open wider. Finally letting her go, he looked down at her. "Was that pretending?"

She looked as if she was about to faint. "Arthur's sword," she murmured. "That's the best pretending I've ever felt."

He kissed her again, her arms wrapped around his lanky middle.

As if in a dream, Harry walked away, each step draining energy from him. Walking away from a hill where he had seen the silhouette of his father and a Muggle, as if cut out from the moon itself, embracing like two people falling in love.

Yeah, yeah, it's long. I know i know. Hard to follow, blah blah blha, but some people like that.... and it just looks like it's straight out of a movie...

To my reviewers (who's number may be increased with a simple press of a ... couple of buttons...):

bobby: sorry it took so long to update. glad you liked the story so much! it just happened in my head and then my computer appeared before me, so now it's... posted.

padfoot: update, mr padfoot. prongs is getting... prongsish....?

PentagonMerlin: You too, Moony. You need to update more, and less stargate. And by the way, Jammy Dodger's are like a little taste of heaven. Ahem. they're brilliant. And it's fun to imagine sexy beasts like daniel devouring tiny little buscuits with hearts on them covered in milk....................................... tee hee....................... punch and pie.... ( -- ignore.... i like dots.....)

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