"Honey, can I get you anything else? Or are you waiting for someone?" It was Madame Rosmerta, owner of the Three Broomsticks.
"Just my brother, who is late for everything," Lana smiled. "I'll just wait to order till he comes, thanks you though."
"Well, hon, just holler if you need anything." Rosmerta swayed back to the bar.
"Lana?" Charlie walked over to her and picked her up into a big hug. "How have you been? How's Mum and Dad?"
"I'm fine! They're a little worried, seeing the last they heard you were going to a pub, and that was over a week ago. But you know them; they have their social life to attend too. So they'll get over it."
Charlie and Lana observed each other. Charlie looked the same. Short brown hair, his green eyes permanently twinkling. His skin was ruddy from the air outside, but he was smiling at his little sister. The same smile that he used when he was trying to get a date, the little half smile that brought out his dimples, that no girl had ever resisted. Muggle or witch.
"Is this the late brother?" Madame Rosmerta was back, with two mugs of butterbeer. "He looks like he's worth waiting for."
"Thanks," Lana took a sip of the drink and licked her lips. "Try it Charlie!"
"I'm sure it's delicious. Thanks for watching my kid sister, are you the famous Rosmerta?" Charlie said with his dimpled smile. "And if you are this must be the wonderful butterbeer. I heard of it all the way in America."
"Stop it, it's just a silly drink." But the blush on Rosmerta's face showed she was flattered. "Let me know if you two need anything else."
"So how have you been?" Lana continued to drink. Feeling the warmth of the beer slide down her throat.
"Fine, me and some friends decided to check out London. So I've been traveling from pub to pub for the past week. It's been great." He took a sip of his butterbeer. 'Damn, this stuff is good!"
"You've been traveling around getting wasted for the past week! Leaving me alone with the parents and having to go to some fucking tea! With some rich ass spoiled kid! Who seems to think every girl in the world is madly in love with him!"
"You've survived the parents before. And tea isn't that bad. But what happened with the kid," Charlie took another sip and smacked his lips. "This is great."
"The boy tried to molest me! In his room on his bed while I was in his clothes," seeing Charlie's look of confusion Lana told him the whole story.
"So dad sent you to this guys bedroom! Does he not realize what horny assholes teenage boys are! I should know I was one. And look at you, speaking in a non perverted way, you're hot! What teenage boy wouldn't try to molest you!" Charlie shook his head. "I can't believe you didn't kill him. What was wrong with you!"
"Well, he's hot. And I had been flirting just a little. But not that much!" Lana sighed. "Oh well, he seemed all right but I should have known better. After all I did grow up with you. Biggest heartbreaker in the world."
Charlie laughed and they finished their drinks. The rest of the lunch was spent talking about inane things like the parents, the house and all the pubs and girls Charlie had devoured on his tour of the underside of London.
"Listen Charlie, I need to shop today, you wanna come and hit on all the store girls so your adorable little sister gets a discount?"
"I'd love too, but I got to go home and unpack. Plus try to suck up to mom and dad so I don't have to work this year."
"You lazy slug. Love ya!" Lana walked toward the door of the pup.
"Love ya back sis!" Charlie stood up and paid for the meal.
Lana walked into the muggle store Pimkies, she remembered her muggle friends talking about it back in America. They were right. This place was awesome. She walked around the store looking at all the black and white clothes. She picked out a short black and white plaid skirt, a black long sleeved shirt, a black strapless shirt, a white belt, a pair of black boots, another pair of black boots, a pair of knee high black boots, s cute black dress strapless with a lace like design from the vintage section, and 3 pairs of black jeans. Lana carried all her clothes up the stairs to the dressing rooms. As she pulled off her shirt she noticed a bruise on her stomach from were one of Draco's swings had actually connected. How could I have not felt that, she thought. When she pulled off her pants she noticed a tattoo of bruises down her right leg. That ass must have connected more times then I thought. She continued trying on the clothes. Swearing when she saw that her boobs were too small to fill out the strapless shirt. I wish there was a spell to fix this, what good is it to have magic I can't make myself hotter. (A/n so do I, and I heart PIMKIES!)
As she tried on the dress she spun around. Imagining Draco standing next to her. They were the hottest couple in the room. She stretched her arms over her head, imagining her body moving sinuously, like a cat. She could almost feel Draco's hands sliding down her body, around her stomach then spinning her around till they were looking at each other. Lana pictured his icy blue eyes and wanted to melt them with kisses. They danced in an old-fashioned waltz around the ballroom, staring at each other until...
"Bloody hell!" Lana shouted as she whacked her leg against the bench in the dressing room. Instantly there was a knock on the door and a salesgirl asking if she was all right.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lana said opening the door and walking out. She dumped all the clothes, minus the black shirt, into the girl's arm. "Ring this up for me. Credit."
Lana stepped out into the sunlight and thanked whatever was out there that her dad believed in muggle money as well as wizard money. She stuck out her arm and hailed a cab.
"Lana?" Charlie's voice rung out as she stepped into the house. "If that's you get your ass up to your room!"
"Coming pig-boy!" Lana took off her jacket and threw it onto a seat. "Maids, love 'em!"
"Lana, tell me why you took the biggest room in the house for your bedroom?"
"I just took it because it was the tower room. Don't you like what I've done with it?" Lana looked at the pale purple walls, with the big windows that were covered with white shutters. There was a huge walk in closet, almost as big as the room itself. But Lana had decided to turn that into a bedchamber. The doors were open so you could see her big bed with its black comforter and black pillows. The other furniture was a desk with a computer on it, a device she had learned to love from her muggle friends. Next to that was a huge bookshelf, filled with books, all kinds of books, but mostly fiction. And directly across from the bedchamber was a wardrobe closet. That was magicked so the inside was big enough to hold all her clothes, and so that when she wanted an outfit she could step inside and walk up and down looking, like she was in some incredibly posh store.
"Yes, it looks great. But the point is you took the biggest room, plus the room farthest away from mom and dad!" Charlie shouted.
"That's what you get for leaving me alone with them for a week!" Lana stuck out her tongue. "Although I would give it up to have not had to have tea with the Malfoys."
"Shit, I was supposed to tell you. They're coming over for dinner tonight. Seems mom and dad got pretty chummy with them after you left."
"What the fuck! They can't come here! I'm not going!" Lana threw her bags down.
"Fine don't go, I'm going for a little bit so I can meet this Draco character. "Charlie grinned. "Maybe even influence him a little."
Lana grinned back. "Just don't let the adults notice."