Again… Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Please R&R.
Chapter 2 Not-so-fond Memories"Lil-ee!" squealed Petunia, straightening her sundress as she chased her older sister. Lily giggled and yelled, "You'll have to find us!" She leapt into a nearby hedge and was quickly followed by Simon, a handsome neighbor of the Evans, not noticing his hopeful smile. It was a fortnight before her eleventh birthday, and she had little need for a tag-along, 6-year-old sister. She tossed her long red hair, closely avoiding the brambles in the hedge.
"Lil-ee!" Petunia called again, turning to face the yard in which Lily and Simon were concealed. Petunia was an unattractive child, her face was thin and sharp with a pointed, beak-like nose, and she was constantly getting into trouble by pursuing her sister devotedly. Lily put her finger to her lips, trying not to laugh herself. She smiled enticingly at Simon, and whispered, "Sometimes she is such a pain!" Petunia searched through the yard to no avail. She was dirty from her effort, and visibly tired and frustrated. She turned and walked home dejected, crying. Tears streaked the dirt on her face, and Lily frowned, but avoided the urge to go comfort her sister.
Simon turned to Lily and grinned, hoping for some reward. Lily looked into his chocolate eyes with long, soft lashes, and turned her attention to his lips. She smiled as he leaned into her and kissed her tenderly.
"Simon Alden kissed you! Oh Lily, you are so lucky!" Charlotte squealed, "He's almost thirteen, you know! Right now, I wish I were you." Lily grinned and laid back on her bed, wanting to be alone, yet wanting to gloat. A first kiss is an important thing. Charlotte continued to fawn over Simon's good looks while she flipped through teen magazines. Lily shifted on her teal and lime green comforter, taking interest in Charlotte's magazines, "Do you think that I should re-decorate my room? What's trendy? I wouldn't want to be stuck with it looking like my pathetic sis-," she stopped, noticing Petunia standing in the hall outside her room. Lily gaped as Petunia ran away, crying, but quickly closed her mouth and looked surly. Charlotte, who had not noticed Petunia, continued, "I dunno… I think your little sister is sweet, I mean she treats you like an Idol – Do you like this room?" she said, holding up a picture of a bright pink room. Lily shook her head, "Nah… what do you think Simon would like?"