Well, I am so sorry to keep you all hanging, it has been a long time since I have updated, and it has been a long few weeks. Things should be less crazy in my life in about three weeks. Sorry again, because this is a shorter chapter, and slightly upsetting, but all good things come to those who wait... and get revenge. Italic = flashback enjoy! Also, Read and Review!

I took my seat across from the women known as Romona Spendper. She has a large noise and I have a feeling she knew nothing of my sport; she was looking at me like I was crazy when I showed up in my uniform to take pictures. I should have been the one looking strange at her. She had grey brown hair and a very pointed nose. She held her pen the way my Mum would have yelled at me when I was six. I took my seat across from her staring at the old tea cup that was to glow in an hour to take me back home, so I could do my last minute packing before I got on the train for my last year of school.

School started three days, and I had mixed feelings of how everything would happen. The lady smiled at me and caught my eye. I tried not to cringe. "So, Miss. Potter," she started.

"Lily, please," I told her looking at my boots then back up to her.

"Alright then, just relax," She told me. I nodded, "So, it is strange being back at school?"

"Yes," I told her with a small laugh, "I was great riding the train and being back in the Gryffindor Common Room, being back in classes and hanging around my friends."

"Are you still playing for your school team? Will you be Captain again?"

"Yes," I shook my head, "There are no rules against it if you play a different position, so I'm playing Seeker this year."

"You will be coming back to play for England's National Team?"

"Yes, I signed a contract for three more years," I told her putting my feet together. This was going well, easier than I thought.

"So, let's talk about you," I tilted my head, haven't we been talking about me?

"I thought we were."

"What is your favorite color?"

What does that have to do with Quidditch?" I asked hastily.

"Our readers want to know," she said in a scoffed tone.

"Urm, green."

"All of our male readers want to know, are you on the market?"

I froze how to answer that question when I wasn't even sure myself. "What is personal, don't you think?"

"The world wants to know. You are the daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter, the Rookie of the year and one of the youngest players out there this year; who doesn't want to know?"

I looked down at the floor, to my boots with mud on them.

I had just finished a practice, feeling drained, it was the day before Malfoy's birthday.

I Apperated outside of his loft knocked on the red door. It wasn't the first time I had been here, I had helped him arrange the furniture, and I had started to teach him how to cook last week. I blew my bangs out of my face and the door opened.

Malfoy stood there with his eyes wide as I stepped inside; he closed the door then opened it. "What are you doing here?" He asked in a whisper.

I looked at him confused. What did he mean, what was I doing there. "We had plans for tonight. Your Birthday is tomorrow, remember?" I said with a small laugh kissing his cheek as a voice came from behind me.

"I'm sure he hasn't forgotten." I turned around to see the older slightly grey haired Malfoy standing in front of us. My heart sank. He looked between me and my Malfoy. I took a step away from him and put my present I had brought behind my back.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," I said looking down at the floor then to my Malfoy. He was staring at his father. I have never seen such a stare down. Even with my Uncle Ron around. I felt my chest moving up and down as the silence surrounded us.

"What were you thinking?" The question came from Mr. Malfoy's mouth; I bit my lip and attempted to keep my mouth shut. "After all of the talks we have had."

"I don't see what that has to do with anything," Scorpius said not moving his eyes from his father. "You don't seem to have a problem with the Potters around Christmas, or when you have small conversations at the Ministry."

"That is small talk and that is different. We are aquantince of them, we are not friends with them and you know what type of girls you should be dating, a Potter is not one of them."

"Who said we were dating?" Scorp snapped back.

That stung, I mean, I know we have been dating for almost seven months!

"I knew there was something you hadn't been telling me, but to go behind your mothers and my back!" Draco almost screamed. "Is this why you broke things off with Mille? Your mother had already started planning—"

"I never gave anyone hopes that something would happen between Millie and myself! You are the one who told me to make my own choices!"

"Not choices to date Potters and Weasleys!" Older Malfoy snapped banging his fist on the bar counter making my Malfoy flinch. "We told you what type of women who would do well in this family, we told you who to stay away from. You hated her! You would write letters telling us how she would get you into trouble, and come home complaining about her coming to our home for Christmas, and now you are snogging her!"

"You saved her!"

Great. We are back to the whole I almost poisoned myself. Will no one will forget that.

"I was doing my job! You do not lie to me; you do not lie to your mother. You know how much this will hurt her!"

"I will tell mother I am sorry!"

"Sorry will not cut it this time! How long? How long have you been lying to me every week? Or lying to your mother at the dinner table!"

Neither one of us said anything; I didn't notice I have stepped back to the door. My Malfoy let out a small sigh, "Seven months."

"Seven months! How you be so careless, even with the Malfoy name!"

"Father."

"Who do you think Harry Potter will respond to you dating his only daughter!? Do you think he will be happy? That the Weasley family would welcome you with open arms!? Did you think that your mother or your grandparents would be happy with this!?"

"We haven't told anyone!"

"I didn't notice! How could you be so stupid and careless?"

"I'm not being careless," Scorp snapped back. "Potter and I have been—"

"Well, you got one thing right in your statement! Stop this, put an end to it before it goes too far." Both Malfoys were red with anger, I didn't even know they could change that color.

My Malfoy let out a low laugh, "Stop it before what goes too far father? Physically? You taught me better than that I would never dare demoralize Lily like that."

I finally felt Mr. Malfoy's eyes on me and a blush onto my face. At least now everyone in the room was clear on my virginity.

"Or emotionally? Because it it's too late to come back from that."

I bit down on my lip as both Malfoys stared at one another again, both with chest moving up and down. I didn't know what to say, mostly because I didn't know what Malfoy meant by what he said. Did that mean he loved me? Did I love him?

"I think we have talked enough in front of Miss. Potter," Draco said his eyes moving to me. I nodded slowly and walked out the door closing it behind me.

That was almost a month ago.

I looked back up to the woman who was interviewing me. I shook my head, "No, I'm not seeing anyone."

"Well, that will be exciting news to print." I nodded my head. I don't know what she was talking about. I'm still crushed.

Ever since I got home from my last game, I had spent as much time in my room as I could. I never really noticed how much I missed my bed when I was gone. Or family dinners, and now I was here, on my way away from my family again, all I can think of is how I did this to myself.

How I had been lying to my parents. How I put everything I ever wanted before them.

Here I was, leaving them again.

I gave my Mum and Dad one last hug before I stepped on the train, then looked back to them, I knew what they were thinking, we were all finally grown up. I jumped off again, as if my Dad expected and caught me in his arms one last time. "You will always be my Lilybug. I will see you at Christmas." He told me kissing my forehead as my Mum patted me on the back.

"I love you," I told him as the train's horn blew. I hopped back on and waved goodbye one last time before walking into my compartment with Lysander, Lorcan, Hugo and Shania. We all hugged and Locan already had our junk food ready. I took my normal seat on the ground looked at my cousin and Shania who were close together, after not seeing one another everyday over the break.

I loved them both, but I wanted to gag.

Was this what it was going to be like now? I closed my eyes, feeling the train moving under me. I couldn't handle it. I stood up and walked out running down the train to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. "Lily," Shania's voice came from the other side of the door. "Open up and talk to me, please."

"I'm fine, give me a minute," I lied.

"The article came out yesterday, and your lack of favor asking stopped a while ago. I know you broke up."

Why did I have to have such smart friends? I opened the door to see her standing there and I fell into her arms. I was not going to cry. I had held myself together this long. At least I never had to see him again, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Come on, this isn't the strong Lily I know."

I nodded and pulled away from her. She was right, I wasn't going to let Malfoy affect my life, and my last year at Hogwarts. I followed her back to the compartment and saw all three of the boys staring at me. "What?" I asked grabbing a flavored bean from Lorcan who smiled at me. "No one wants to tell me who their summer was?"

They all smiled and Hugo talked about his time working with our Uncle Charlie. I nodded, attempting to listen. Shania was right, I am strong. I will overcome this. I feel like I finally have perspective, Mr. Malfoy was right.

Never will I love a Malfoy, ever again.