Well, there it is again, another chapter. Thank you so much for those of you who are commenting. Sorry, again it has taken this long to update! This chapter doesn't doesn't have a lot of your favorite couple, but it is leading up to the next very dramatic chapter! Read and Review!

I had been bouncing off the walls for the past few days waiting. Everyone thought it was because I was going back to school, and that I finally had my arm back; but I knew the real reason. I was so happy when my Dad and Mum got home. Teddy and I still needed to fight everything out, but he has other things on his mind. Like his child.

I still hadn't figured out a good time to talk to my parents, and now that things were quiet except for dinner time, I knew I was avoiding the subject. Thus how I found myself walking down the stairs and to my parents who were sitting on the couch; my Dad's arm around my Mum as she wrote and he read the paper. I held the letter in my hand, looking down at it. "Urm. Mum, Dad. I need to talk to you about something."

They both set their belongings down and look at me. I sat the letter down and took a seat in the chair next to the couch. "I know that we haven't talked about my future lately, and I know that you don't want me to get my hopes up, but I want to try out."

"We know," My Mum said grabbing my hand. "We talked with people at the Malfoy party as well."

My Dad leaned back then, looked from my Mum then to me, a smile on his face. Maybe it was because we were so much alike, "We know you are seventeen, but you still have a year of school left."

"But if I try out, the preseason is all I will miss, and if I make a team I will already be playing so they should count that and the Cup, if the team I might get on gets that far, it ends before the school year. "

"Lily." My Dad says with a small laugh, "We think you should try out."

I feel my cheeks turn up and I just over the coffee table and hug them both. I think I don't give my parents enough credit, but I'm not telling them about my boyfriend. "Thank you so much!" I almost squeal. Ok. I did squeal. I jumped up from them. "I have to tell Ma-my friends!"

"You are still going over to Shaina's for a while, aren't you?" My Mum asked.

I nodded and looked at the time. I gave them both a kiss on the cheek and went up to the fire place and called out to my friend's house. I can't wait for when I get back to school and take my Apperation test. I burst out of my house and into hers, where she is waiting by the door. "You owe me." She half teased.

It was nice having another friend around that was a girl that could keep a secret, and would share a room with me at school. Ever since she and Hugo started dating, my life seemed better. I hugged her and bounced up and down. She joined me, her dark brown hair bouncing like mine. "I got permission to try out for Quidditch teams in three weeks!" I told her, and as I did we heard a crack around her house.

I hugged her and told her thank you again, and that I would see her tomorrow as Malfoy knocked on the door. I opened it and almost jumped into his un-expecting arms. He took a small step back and almost fell. I said goodbye again and we Apperated to a busy corner. I looked around and was amazed. "Where are we?" I asked as he looked around a corner.

"A small muggle town outside of London; I figured, since you like to be outside, we could walk in the snow before supper. I felt his hand in mine as people watched us look strange from the corner. Leaning up quickly I kissed him before we started to walk.

He put his arm around me as we walked around the small village, the muggles must have thought we were nuts, but I was happy to be outside, with Malfoy's arm around me again. Everything felt so… perfect.

After thirty minutes or so of walking around and the numbness in our fingers we found our way into the hole-in-the-wall restaurant. It was perfect and I was having soup. I was also holding Malfoy's hand, and he was looking at me like I have never seen someone look at me before.

The way I always wanted Lorcan to look at me.

I liked this much better.

"So what are we going to do when I leave?" I asked, as the waitress brought our food.

"Well, there are these things called owls. I have one, you have one, and I even know of a place they let the students go to on the weekends." Malfoy said forking the food on his plate.

"You have been working too hard," I told him, I knew it might not be my place to say it to him, and that it is a Friday, but he had been working six days a week before I met up with him.

"What does that have to do with me going to see you?" He asked coldly.

"You have black rings under your eyes," I told him picking up my spoon and shoving soup in my face before I say anything stupid.

"And when you are playing a game every other weekend and training like a bad women this summer, you will be able to Apperate and we can see one another then." He said still ignoring me.

I get that he can't talk about his work. I can see he is on edge. I am the one who caused it while he was in school. "I understand you can't tell me—"

"Then don't ask Potter," he said dropping my hand. I know I am picking a fight. I am very good at that and getting under Malfoy's skin, but something was up. He was quiet.

"I just want you to know you can confide in me." I whispered. He looked up catching my eye, a small smile on his face.

"I know I can."

"I don't promise to write every day," I teased, changing the subject back. "I mean, now that you are gone, I have to find someone else to hate me at school."

"Replacing me already huh?" He laughed. I laughed too.

The school year ended faster than it came on, if you ask me. I guess it did because I was out a week earlier to practice for my first professional game. That's right! I made the England National Team! I was starting in my first game in two minutes. I think my life has been all about this game…and I am fine with that; but from winning the Cup at school and now changing to a professional team, I am slowly freaking out.

I was holding my broom as my teammates and I circled together. I was the youngest person in Europe to play this year.

But no pressure.

I shook my head to get out my nerves, because I know the second I sit on my broom, I will be in my zone, just in a massive stadium. I had only been here for two weeks and hadn't had much time to meet anyone since I was Apperating in and out of school. I listened as my new Captain gave us a pep talk; I looked up into the stands. It was hard to make out people's faces; it could hear the people screaming. "Ireland is our toughest game, and our biggest rivals, so let's go out there and show them that this is our pitch!"

We all let out the cheer people know is ours and mount our brooms. I feel the warm breeze on my face, the crowd cheering. This is the moment I have dreamed about all my life. I fly around with Brethern and Austin, the other two Chasers. We fly around close enough for me to catch a glimpse of my parent's and brother's faces, both wearing my number 6 and the red and white colors on my back. I took my position on the field, the chaser on the left, and looked around, feeling my heart pounding when I saw Malfoy sitting in a box high up in the Pitch, a few rows away from my parents. Maybe work friends? All I know is he is here. And this is Perfect.

I knew games would last longer when I got to this level of playing, but five hours on my broom, my butt was numb! The good news was that I had been scoring and we were leading by thirty points. I had the ball in my hands and went down then shot back up and tossed the ball to my team mate as the game was called. I looked around as Plumpton held the snitch out in front of him. We all fly down and surround him as the crowd cheered for us. We all take our victory lap and head back into our changing rooms.

I showered and changed, taking my time talking with the other two girls on the team with me. It was strange that this was going to be my life… but I can get used to it. I finally walked out of the changing room and my Dad greeted me with a hug. "You were amazing Lilybug." He told me as I laughed. "Come on, there are some people that want to meet you." I followed my dad into a small crowd of people I'm sure were in the same box as my parents.

They made me meet their work friends, I even met Malfoy's boss. It was strange being pulled around, even if my brothers were around. I spotted my boyfriend, who I haven't seen in almost a month, he slowly walked into the pitch, winking at me before turning away out of my sight. "Dad," I smiled breaking into his conversation. "I forgot something, I'll be right back." I told him darting to the Pitch to have Malfoy grab my waist and pull me into the dark.

I leaned and kissed him, feeling his hands in my hair. I stepped closer to him putting my hands around his neck. I missed the feeling of his touch as he moved his hands to my waist. I heard someone clear their throat as I looked to Teddy.

Grand.

"Dad is looking for you," He told me. I pulled my hands away from Malfoy's neck. "I suggest you stop snogging in public, or someone besides me is going to know you are doing it." He turned away from us.

"I should go are we still meeting Tuesday?" I asked feeling his hands on my waist.

No, I have work," He told me shaking his head. "Wednesday morning?"

"I have practice in the mornings."

"Well, it was nice to just snog you," he teased.

"Wednesday evening?" I asked kissing him again. I could feel myself melting into him again.

"I have plans, but I will try to get out of them," He told me as I pulled away, kissed him again walking around the corner as Teddy waited.

I didn't say anything; I just took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm not going to break up with him, even if you don't approve of him. " I said walking away.

"I'm over it," he shrugged. "Your life, just don't keep your parents in the dark forever."

I nodded and hugged him. It was good to have him on my side, or rather, approve of my boyfriend. "I promise if you got to know him, you would like him."

"I bet you're right," Teddy said walking back to the group of people together as my parents smiled. "But they won't."

Never will I admit it to myself, but he is right.