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The Potter Manor sat on a sprawling 10.5 acres just above the ocean. Three gardens, a pool, Quidditch pitch, trampoline and two guest homes were scattered across the grounds. A stone pathway weaved it's way down towards the beach.

"I wish he would just tell us, though," Ginny was saying as she magically cut up some carrots. "It makes me very nervous that he doesn't tell us who he's seeing." Grace shrugged and helped herself to some stray grapes.

"I wouldn't worry yet, mum," she said wisely. "Maybe he's embarrassed?"

"Maybe he's gay," Violet said evenly. Her mother and sister whipped around to stare at her as though they had never seen her before. A smile was forcing it's way to her lips as she struggled to regain composure. Their faces were just too funny. "I mean, why else would he keep it a secret from everyone? I think I saw PlayWitch in his room the last time I was in there."

"Oh, dear," Ginny said with a small gasp. "Maybe he is gay."

"He does comment on what I'm wearing…" Grace said softly. "And last week he told me my shoes didn't go with my outfit!"

"I told you, gay," Violet said, smirking to herself as she exited the room. Sometimes it was a little too easy to manipulate her family.

The living room was filled with the sounds of muggle t.v. blaring from the thin, long silver box that hung on the wall. Harry and James were watching what Violet identified as muggle football.

"Who's winning?"

"I don't know," James muttered to her as she sat down. "Best not to ask dad when he's all wired." He nodded over at Harry who was glaring at the screen angrily.

"Damn ref," he spat.

"Yeah!" James said immediately. He turned back to Violet and shrugged.

"Is your team winning, daddy?" Violet asked. Harry turned towards her with an angry glare as though to say, "What the fuck do you think?"

"No, dear, they're not."

"Oh," Violet said, sitting back into the couch huffily. "I'm going for a walk."

The heat in the living room was becoming unbearable, she felt suffocated in there. A walk would do her good, clear her mind. Violet was bored with her life, had been since fifteen. It wasn't her parents fault and it certainly wasn't her fault that she was bored out of her senses.

Now that she had graduated last year and would be having her eighteenth birthday in three weeks, she was growing quite concerned with just exactly what she wanted to do in life. Last month, to piss her parents off after a bad fight, she had told them she was going to be a poll dancer. Her mother towed her muggle car. Nothing more of it was mentioned.

Across the bay, only about a hundred meters wide, was the Malfoy Manor. It saw on a similar landscape that her own house did. Vast yard, gardens, pool, a Quidditch pitch. No trampoline, though. She could get past that.

Rowan Malfoy was gorgeous and breathtaking. He had the ability to make Violet go dumb and forget her surroundings. She had fallen for him in the most unusual way.

Last May, two days before finals, she and a friend snuck into Hogsmede on a dare. They had been successful in getting out and to a bar where they were delighted to be served fire-whiskey, Violet's friend, Isabelle Lupin, was eighteen at the time. So, they sat at the bar, drinking to an unholy hour. They stumbled out of the bar and fell to the ground, unable to go any further.

Isabelle got up to go get them some water and left Violet on the ground, nearly passed out. She managed to sit up as she felt vomit rising swiftly through her throat. She took a few deep breaths, hoping to clear the feeling. To her displeasure it didn't work and she weakly got to her knees, about to vomit any minute.

A minute later she started retching and fighting the urge to cry. That's when someone pulled her hair back from her face as she retched over and over again. Once she was done puking her guts out onto the dirt road, she managed to turn around, expecting Isabelle. Instead, she found Rowan Malfoy staring at her with an amused expression.

"First time?" he asked.

"Huh?" Violet stuttered, wiping some bile from the corner of her mouth.

"First time getting piss drunk and stumbling out of a bar?" he repeated.

"How can you tell?" she asked sarcastically before puking again. He grabbed her hair again and looped a weed from the ground around it to keep it from getting back into her face.

"Want some advice?" he asked. Violet rolled her eyes.

"Sure," she said, too drunk to realize the seriousness of this conversation. Many a girls would have died on sight if Rowan Malfoy came up to them and touched their hair or helped them puke.

"Take these in the morning," he said extracting some green pills from an orange container. He caught her disbelieving eyes and smiled at her. "It's nothing bad, just some hangover repellant pills. Your hangover will dissolve instantly."

"Alright, then," she slurred, missing her pocket twice before getting the pills inside. Malfoy was still looking at with an amused expression. "Yes?" she asked, nearly toppling over.

"You don't find me intimidating, do you?" he asked, catching her arm before she fell over again. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, puh-lease!" she cried. "What's so intimidating about YOU?" She snorted loudly and took a deep gulp of air. As she turned back to him she caught his smile, a true smile she had never seen before.

"You're right," he said as the bar doors opened again and Isabelle stumbled out with two bottles of water. "I guess your friend is back," he said softly. "Here." Violet saw him reach deep into his coat pockets and take out a Feather-Quill (the wizard version of a pen with a feather instead of a cap) and wrote something on the top of her head. "There."

"Rowan, let's go!" someone cried as they exited a shop across the street.

"Gotta go," he said. "Good-bye…?"

"Potter, Violet Potter," she said with a slur. He seemed to hesitate briefly in his actions before turning back to her with a wide smile.

"A Potter, eh?"

"Rowan!"

He sauntered off, leaving Violet and Isabelle to stumble back up to the castle. The next morning, Violet woke with a blood boiling hang over. It hurt to swallow and blink. She would of gone down to Madam Pomfrey, got an antidote and had to school call her home, if not for the note on the top of her head. It said quite clearly in Night-Sky black ink:

CHECK YOUR COAT POCKET, R.

Once inspected she found four green pills. Two for her, two for Isabelle. And that had been the beginning of her interest in Rowan Malfoy.

"Violet!"

Violet snapped to attention and turned towards the house where her sister was standing on the terrace, a frown on her face.

"Lunch!"

"Coming!" Violet called back and began to walk back up the steps towards the house. "Smells good," she commented as she went to step into the house. Her sister caught her arm. "Grace-"

"Don't," Grace said in a low, firm voice Violet had never heard before.

"Wha-?"
"Violet, just don't, alright?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright," she said reluctantly, not knowing what her sister was on.

"Good," she said kissing Violet's head. "Let's go inside and pretend to love mum's cooking. Hey, do you think it's too soon to get pregnant again?"

"Yes!" Violet cried, looking at her sister with wide eyes. "A bit soon, yeah."

"I told Avery that," Grace snapped, shaking her head. "What did you get Elliot?"

Elliot would be turning nineteen in two days time and Violet was still clueless as to what to get him. She shrugged, biting her lip.

"Nothing yet," Violet said. "Maybe some glow in the dark condoms."

"Not funny," Grace sang as they stepped into the kitchen where their mother was hurriedly scooping slices of pizza onto plates. She glanced up as they entered and shrugged.

"Did anyone really think I was going to be good at cooking?" she asked sarcastically and handed them each a plate. "Harry, James! Get in here, please."

As they all sat around the table, eating and talking, Harry and Ginny suddenly became silent and fixed their glances on Violet.

"Now, Violet, you'll be turning eighteen in three weeks and we decided that maybe it was time for you to get your own house," Harry said. Violet felt her jaw drop as she glanced at her mother and brother to see if anyone was kidding.

"Really?" she squeaked happily.

"Yes," Ginny said with a smile. "We purchased you an apartment in Ivy Hollow-" Violet let out a shriek of joy. Ivy Hollow was ONLY the trendiest place in all of England. You got a healthy fix of muggle and wizard as they discreetly mixed in. "On one condition…"

"Hell no am I sharing it with Ruby," Violet said quickly.

"No," Ginny snapped. "You do have to find a roommate though."

"No problemo," Violet said happily. "Izzy." She danced around the table happily and kissed her parents. "Oh, hey, this is, like, a block from Elliot…and James…dad!"

"Hey, you took the key, too late," he said innocently and put his hands up.

"Fine," she snapped. "If Izzy's my roommate you may just rethink having Elliot so close to us." She saw the exchange between James and Avery and her parents. She turned to Grace. "Shit," she mouthed. Grace nodded sadly as Avery seemed to grow more and more angry.

Mother fucker, Violet thought to herself, Elliot is going to KILL me!

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