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I always have hated these parties, and so does my dad, so I really don't understand why I get dragged to

Every.

Single.

One.

When I'm home from Hogwarts, it's just a ton of people my Dad, Harry Potter, works with, not people I actually enjoy to be in my company. Well, I do enjoy the company of my brothers, but only at such events, they keep me entertained.

"Oi! Lils, You sure you don't want to try some of this?" My big brother James asked hold a bottle in the air, about to drop it. He had been out of Hogwarts for a year and was training with my dad to be an Auror. His hair was like our dad's, messy and black, but he had my Mum's eyes. Every girl at school was dying for his attention; but he never noticed, he has always had eyes for one girl, Quinn; they have been dating for years.

"Really James? Why don't you put down the bottle first?" Albus asked, Al wasn't always a stick in the mud, but he didn't like when James was the entertainment. Albus was always the life of the party, he was never serious like James, and made my Uncle George look tame when it came to jokes. The week before school let our for the holidays, he was threatened if he pulled one more trick at school he would be expelled. I personally think it was an acceptable punishment, after all, he and our cousin Fred did turn the Great Hall maroon and gold. I still think it hasn't been fixed yet.

"Don't let mum catch you two fighting, I don't want to clean the broom shed again," I said. Leave it to me to break them up in public, if this is what people see about my family they are completely, one hundred percent, wrong.

We all get along great, always playing jokes, teasing one another, mum and dad included. However, since we are stuck at the Malfoy Mansion for a Christmas Party, we just don't care about anything until we can leave.

"Well, it must be true about all Potters as it is the Weasley's, can't even get along in public enough to act like mature people," Scorpius Malfoy sneered.

I couldn't help it I let out a groan, it isn't like we can tell him to go away, it was his house, after all. I don't think my brothers even took in consideration being nice to him or his family, not after the war.

"Coming from you?" I laugh, "Can't even be welcoming to his guests? You call yourself mature?" Not my best come back, but it still made him stiffen a little as comes back with a retort.

Albus was put in Gryffindor, like the rest of us, I followed later, and the Malfoy had been placed in the dungeons where he belonged. James just ignored him, since he was older and Albus was too goofy to really care, but I'm not. Ever since my first year, Malfoy and I have hated one another. I can't remember what happened; all I know is that I have spent many nights in detention because of him.

"Guests are people my family willingly invites into my house, not forced invitations," He snapped at me.

"Don't talk to my sister, Malfoy," James said moving over to him as Al followed. Not that I needed my brothers to stand up to my sworn enemy but it was great having big brothers. I can say whatever I want and they will still be there. It's the glory of having a big family, something Malfoy will never know.

"Now you have your big brothers have to come to your rescue, even more pathetic," He sneered more to James and Albus than to me. Good thing my dad walked in on this. I had no clue what James was going to do next; he had a look in his eye that screamed 'I will kill you if you ever talk to me maggot.'

"Al, Lilybug, James," my dad started walking into the room. "I have some people you will want to meet."

My dad was the head Auror for the Ministry and my James wanted to follow in his footsteps. Not me, I wanted to follow in Mums. My brothers gave Malfoy another dirty look as they walked past him.

"See you at school," Malfoy managed to me and Al. I started to follow as I noticed I forgot my over jumper for my dress mum picked out. I stopped and went back; my dad didn't need me at the moment anyways. I rushed back to the room to see Malfoy opening a new bottle of rum.

"What? Come back for a drink, I don't serve to fifteen-year-olds."

"Well, lucky me, I'm sixteen, and I only came for my jumper. I don't want anything from you Malfoy," I say with a tone, I don't always mean to have a tone, but this is Malfoy.

I looked around attempting to retrace my steps. Then we came into the room, James found the Fire Whiskey. Then we talked about how crappy the Malfoy Manner was and how they could use some Weasley and Weasley products to make the place look better. I told them Mum would be pissed and so would Dad if we didn't behave after the summer's BBQ. Then, Al went to sit in the wretched chairs and let us know how bad they were.

I took off my jumper and tossed it at James for his comment about how a toad can sing better than me, but at least that was true.

I looked to the spot where I threw it but it wasn't there, it was in Malfoy's hands.

"Give it back," I say stepping into the room, closing the space between the door and my jumper.

"No, I think I might have to burn it. It is in my house after all," he said taking another drink. Malfoy look like the elder one, blonde hair, grey smoke eyes, and pale complexion.

"Just because it is here doesn't make it yours. I'm in your parents' house but that doesn't make me property," I say snatching my jumper out of his hands, "Though, now that you have touched it I might burn it myself."

"Look at you, trying to be tough like your brothers," he taunted.

"Look at you, trying to be as bad as your Daddy," I snap back. He doesn't have time to reply, there are sparkles that falls between us. "Really Malfoy, sparkles? That screams gay," I laugh as a few more fell; we both look up to see mistletoe falling down from the ceiling.

"If you wanted to kiss me Potter, you could have just asked," Malfoy smirked, He was handsome, and most girls at school talked about him. How much of what the girls at school said was true about him? I don't know, but I did catch him trying to sweet talk a Hufflepuff once, she gave in way too easily, so maybe it was true. But not for me, I didn't feel anything other than loathing for Malfoy.

"This isn't my doing," I glare at him; Merlin only knows why he is trying this on me.

"Oh, what Potter, scared of a kiss?" He mocked as the mistletoe came down surrounding us.

"No Malfoy, I don't want your infected snake lips anywhere near my face, or any part of my body for that matter, go find a willing victim to poison," I say pulling down the mistletoe and crushing it with my foot, "After all, mistletoe is just as poisonous as you."

"Then why did you come back here if you didn't want a kiss?" he teased, like he was slightly hurt. I wasn't fazed I know his look of annoyance. I have seen it for the past five years.

"I'm sorry Malfoy, did I get your hopes up, or did you think this would be too easy," I snap back, I was not a game to be played, and he should already know that one.

"I didn't do this," he growled as my Mum's voice called for me. Saved by the mum, I will have to give her a little more for Christmas this year now. "This isn't over," he says as I walk away.

"Why? Can't wait to get your hands on me?" I ask with a smirk, I know it will get his blood flowing. He yelled something back, but I already caught up to my mum, Ginny Potter. I look just like her, though she calls me more beautiful, with my long auburn hair and brown eyes, soft complexion, but I had both my parent's temper.

My parents wonder why I haven't mentioned any boys yet, but, I have my reasons.