Summer Holiday. Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…I don't even own my car

So I've decided that my parents are completely clueless. I can't be such a good actor that it doesn't show I hate walking around with my hand held by Potter's.

Of course he's acting like it's the most natural thing in the world, to hold my hand. And I'm sure in his head, I was very okay with it. But in reality, I was very not okay with it. I could practically feel the poison seeping into my bloodstream through the skin on skin contact of our hands.

Okay, maybe that was a little over the top, but I still don't want to hold his hand (which surprisingly enough, were warm and soft, but still quite man-ish).

We had arrived at the hotel about 10 minutes ago. Unfortunately my parents are trusting enough to give my 'boyfriend' the room right across from mine. At least they're not so trusting as to let us share a room. Potter would have been sleeping on the floor, no, in the bathtub, if that had been the case.

I gave the old fashioned excuse of being jet-lagged and told everyone I was taking a nap. When it was just me and Potter in the corridor with all the doors to all the other rooms closed, I had to specify that I was taking a nap by myself.

"Suit yourself." That was his response. What a cheeky bastard.

Of course when I told everyone I wanted to take a nap, I wasn't actually tired. But with Potter in such close proximity, I didn't want to take the chance that we would meet up somewhere sooner than necessary. So after unpacking all my bags and taking a quick shower to get rid of the plane smell/feel, I laid on the provided bed (although, what hotel doesn't provide beds beats me), and thought about my little predicament with the terd across the hall.

I have to admit, he was worth having around if my sister got that upset every time she saw him.

My sister and her fiancé, Vernon, were waiting for us in the pick-up section outside of the small airport. Me and Potter were behind my parents when they spotted the two. Although, to be brutally honest, Vernon wasn't all that hard to spot, I swear he was almost twice the size since the last time I saw him. I mean my sister's a good cook, but she's not that good.

Just by the look on Potter's face, I could tell he was thinking about all the pranks he could pull on this guy if a certain best friend had been with him. I'm pretty sure I would have hung myself with a shoelace if Black had come too. One Marauder is enough. Actually, even one is too much as far as I'm concerned.

So like usual, my sister ignored me and immediately started filling my mother and father in on all the details of her wedding. Right there in the parking lot. Petunia Evans wasn't one for appropriate times and appropriate places. But my mother was used to it and headed her off before she started on the new centerpieces she had not quite decided on yet.

"Darling, we have plenty of time for all that. Why don't you say hello to your sister and her boyfriend James, and we'll all get moving to the hotel." God bless my mother, for the look that was sent my way was priceless. I'll always treasure it.

Petunia glared at me, then looked over at Potter, for what must have been the first time, cause the look of shock on her face was brilliant. She shamelessly checked him out while he politely shook hands with her and Vernon. To give her some credit, if I was engaged to a whale with legs, I would do more than just stare at hot guys like Potter.

"Me and Po-James, go to school together." I added, just to annoy her. I knew how afraid the pair of them were of my school. Vernon, who had been shaking Potter's hand, immediately let go and stepped back.

I grabbed hold of Potter's arm and rested my head against his shoulder. Just cause I could and I knew Petunia was uber jealous by the glare she sent me. Oh how I loved this.

"Well let's get these bags in the car and we can all catch up on the ride to the hotel." My dad announced while grabbing one of the numerous bags we had brought. About half of them were mine, and the other half was my mum's. Us Evan's don't pack lightly.

The second Potter started helping my dad with all the luggage Petunia gave me the dirtiest look. As if having my 'boyfriend' carry everyone else's luggage was a personal insult to her. But I knew she was upset because dad was smiling and seeming to mentally 'approve' of Potter even though they had met hours before, and it was obvious dad never really liked Vernon who didn't even offer to help his future in-laws.

The whole ride to the hotel Potter was holding my hand, once again, and trying to explain the rules and details of quidditch to my father while Vernon drove in the rented car and my mum and Petunia chatted about wedding stuff.

Being the odd man out (or woman, whatever) I stared out my window, enjoying the beautiful Italian scenery. It was a wonder I had never even dreamed of coming here before.

"We should go to the beach tomorrow." A low voice whispered in my ear. I was quite startled since I didn't know anyone to be paying attention to me.

But I guess my dad and Potter put there manly sport discussion on hold so he could do his fatherly duty and talk to his future son in-law, no matter how much it visibly pained him to do so. Anything to please his daughters.

"What?" I tried to turn my head towards the person speaking (which was Potter, if you haven't figured it out) but found that in the cramped little car, his face was quite close to mine. And before you get any ideas, I looked back out the window, but not as much, so as not to completely cut him off.

"I said we should go to the beach tomorrow. After breakfast. We'll make a whole day of it. Get ice cream, and buy pointless gifts for everyone back home. What do you say?" He was still whispering. I guess he didn't want to be heard by the adults. Or he wanted to make me feel horny by using that intense voice right next to my ear. So close in fact that I could feel the warm air from his mouth brush lightly against the side of my face.

"That sounds, umm, good. Yeah, we'll do that." I said in a voice that didn't really sound like my own.

He didn't respond right away, and I could hear the smirk on his face, even with my head turned away from him.

I didn't think he was going to say anything else, so I practically jumped when I felt a pair of lips lightly kiss just below my jaw, right in front of my ear. The most accessible place for him in the position I was in, and apparently a very sensitive spot for me.

I wasn't exactly dreading the visit to the beach (especially after that little show of affection in the car, but pretend like I never said that). I would at least be away from Petunia and her goddamn centerpieces (which I'm sure will be the only topic at dinner tonight).

Thinking about everything really did get me tired, and there were only a few, sinfully short, hours before I had to be in the lobby (with Potter of course) for dinner. Guess I better get some shuteye and not think about Potter.

Just as I figured, the hours leading up to dinner whizzed by and before I knew it there was a knock on my door. I had the mascara-stick/brush-thing in my hand when I heard it and it was like someone pressed pause. I sat there and stared at the door before realizing there was probably another person on the other side and it would be polite to open the door. Although I also realized that it was most likely Potter and that made my feet slow down slightly.

And I was right. Potter was waiting for me. And he looked good too.

Don't look at me like that, just because I hate him doesn't mean I can't think he's attractive. I am a teenager, you know.

Anyways, he had on casual khakis and an off-white button down that wasn't tucked in, so it complimented the casualness of it all.

Again, I felt like someone had pressed a pause button because the whole time I was looking at him, he was looking at me. And okay, I might have blushed a little bit at that. But you know, it is Italy, it could have been the heat.

"You look beautiful." Potter told me and held out his hand. Apparently he expected me to hold it, but instead, I pulled out the bitch card and walked past him into the hallway. I was already at the elevator when he shut the door quietly and slowly made his way up to me.

I know it was a mean thing to do, but to be honest, the way my heart seemed to skip a beat when he told me I looked beautiful frightened me a little bit. Especially because I didn't exactly hate the feeling that flooded my stomach whenever I saw him. Or he talked to me. Or when he talked to me while I was looking at him.

My reflection in the elevator doors was slightly amusing. I was all flushed and my eyes were really big. I reminded myself of a second year who just got kissed for the first time.

I might have laughed a little out loud at that thought. And Potter might have thought I was laughing at him, in fact, I'm pretty sure he thought I was laughing at him because he didn't say anything, or even look at me the whole way downstairs to one of the restaurants the hotel provided. If you want my opinion, he was over reacting. I wasn't even laughing at him anyway! I shouldn't feel bad about the look on his face that made it seem like his puppy just died. I shouldn't, but I did.

I couldn't stand that look on his face, and I felt the biggest urge to make him feel better. For some in-explainable reason.

Dinner with my parents, Petunia, Vernon and Vernon's parents was pretty dull in my opinion. But I played up to my part as the caring little sister, and I un necessarily touched Potter's arm whenever I thought it was appropriate. And I laughed at the un-funny jokes. I ate all my food and when asked about Potter I played him up like the most wonderful boy to ever cross my path. And I didn't even stumble over calling him 'James' instead of 'Potter'.

Petunia was almost non-stop about the wedding. She still had like, a month and a half, but she was always a bit of a control freak.

Me and Potter shared dessert and my mum would have been prepared to replace the couple getting married with me and Potter. Either that or she would offer to marry Potter herself. It was hard to tell so early on.

"See, that wasn't so horrible, now was it?" Potter asked me later on while we walked on the deserted beach. The hotel owned the portion of the beachfront, so we had decided that it was to early to go to bed and headed out for the warm sand.

"I guess not. But it's not something I'm looking forward to for every night for the next 2 months." I said. He had apparently gotten over whatever I did before dinner, cause he was all warm and cozy under the moonlit sky (wow, that sounded like something straight from one of my mom's romance novels).

"Oh I'm sure you'll get over it. And we could probably find ways to amuse ourselves during the extended periods of time that we're not talked to."

"I suppose. Just don't think of anything that would get you or me arrested."

"I wouldn't dream of it." I could tell he knew that I knew he didn't really believe what he was saying. But I was pretty confident he wouldn't actually go looking to get in that much trouble, marauder or no.

We spent a good couple of hours just walking around the beach barefoot. We made fun of Vernon a lot and my sister made a guest appearance here and there. To be honest, Potter was kind of funny. And I had a good time.

Eventually though, an Italian security guard walked up to us and let us know that we had to go back to the hotel. Well, that's what Potter said he said. I couldn't really understand him through the thick accent he had. And for some reason, I just followed Potter back to the hotel, without questioning it. Not that it was something major to question, but I usually prided myself on my independent mind...oh well, I was tired and Potter's explanation of illegal skinny dippers was enough for me.

"Well. Goodnight." I said slightly awkwardly outside our doors. I had been planning on shutting the door in Potter's face, but actually spending time with him made me have a bit of a conscience towards him.

"Yeah, don't forget, the two of us have a date with the beach tomorrow." He reminded me. I smiled that let him know I remembered. I think I would have a genuine good time. "Maybe we can go skinny dipping later."

I don't even know why I try.

I did the whole eye-rolling thing that was really starting to get old (I have been doing it since 3rd year) and shut the door in his face.

Before the door completely shut, I heard his voice, shaking with laughter a little, "Goodnight Lily." And then I turned the lock and slid the chain across the door.

--smiles hesitantly--

So…I'd say it's been a while. Sorry about that. I'm gonna work on it. I wrote this in two nights, after several attempts over the past…month? I've lost track of time. Anyways, I'm sorry about the long wait, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one.

And thanks to all those who reviewed. I know it's frustrating to read a story that takes forever to update, but I promise to change that.