Wow, I am terribly sorry it took so long to get this up. I had to rewrite it a few times and I'm still not happy of how it turned out. I want to thank everyone one of you who has been following this story and encouraging me to keep going. This will start to change in Lily's relationship, they aren't done fighting for their relationship yet. Read and Review!

I felt my shoulders were heavier as my Mum and I apperated into the Ministry of Magic. I had just gotten off the train yesterday and couldn't bring up the courage to tell my parents about Malfoy and me yet. I followed my Mum before stopping and telling her I had to use the bathroom and that I would meet her and Dad in a moment.

Taking a left I went down the stairs as fast as I could until I found the level I was looking for. After looking around the halls, I finally saw a bright blonde head of hair. I smiled and started to run. Malfoy didn't turn around to look at me as I ran, but he must have heard me. When I finally got close enough, he turned and caught me and picked me up. I hadn't seen him in over a month and letters weren't as good as this feeling. This feeling of his firm arms around me or the smell of his spicy shampoo. Or the feeling of his lips on mine.

I held onto this moment; the touch of our lips before he pulled away from me. "I just need to put this file away and I am ready to go. How are your parents feeling about it?"

This was the moment I knew I couldn't avoid. The truth. "I haven't told them let."

I heard him let out a heavy sigh and bent his head to look me in the eye. "We had a plan."

"I know we had a plan, but when I got home last night Teddy and Victoire brought my baby cousin over, I haven't seen her since she was born. Then, James and Quinn came and I chickened out. Make all the "I'm a lousy Gryffindor" jokes you want but I promise I will tell them today at lunch."

"That's fine."

"And when I tell them you can," I stopped, he already answered. "Oh, well, tomorrow, dinner?" I asked grabbing his hand lacing our fingers together.

"I'll wait for your owl." He smiled kissing my forehead gently before wrapping me in his arms, "the sooner, the better."

"Better?" I asked with a small laugh, "You think telling my parents is not going to get you on the "Wizard Most Wanted" list."

"I have always wanted to be on that list; maybe pissing off your dad will be the highlight of my life." Malfoy smirked as I pulled away shaking my head.

"I will owl you with news," I said, walking backwards.

As soon as Malfoy was called I turned around and ran up the stairs to the Auror Office. It was the same as it always was. The brightly lit office was almost still. It was a Friday, the Friday before Christmas, and most people wanted to go home or were off on a mission. I took another step into the office smelling the potions that were brewing in the corner office.

I kept walking, waving to people who were saying hello to me before I knocked on my Dad's office door. I saw my mum sitting in the corner with her legs crossed laughing as I opened the door.

Good, they are in a good mood, maybe this will help what I have to say.

"Hi Daddy," I said giving him a hug.

"Hey Lilybug, let me put these papers away and we can head to the lunch." He told me as my Mum stood up.

We went to my parent's favorite place to eat in Godric's Hallow. It was where we had our birthday suppers and where we got food when my parents were busy working when we were little. I sat across from both my parents playing with the rim of the cup to my pumpkin juice. We had already ordered and my parents were talking about how their day was and how excited they were to go to France for a Christmas together.

I think they planned this vacation since we were little. Now was the time to tell them, I guess. "Mum, Daddy, I need to tell you something." I started. They both looked over to me, holding hands on the table. I let myself smile a little; maybe I could be like that someday. "I wanted to tell you this yesterday when I asked if we could go to lunch."

"Is everything alright, honey?" My mum asked looking worried.

"Well, I need you to listen and not scream at me." I took a deep breath and looked at my parents. "I have been seeing someone."

"Why would that upset us? How long?" My dad asked I could see some of the tension in his shoulders leaving.

"Almost a year," I said quietly.

"A year?" My mum asked, her voice raising a little.

"Who have you been dating that you didn't want us to know about?" My dad asked sitting up in his chair, I could see my mum's hand tightening on my dad's.

"Well, I didn't think you would approve," I told them biting my bottom lip.

"Why would you be dating someone if you knew we wouldn't approve of them?" My dad asked sitting up straighter.

I could hear the anger in my dad's voice, "I love him," I told them, good thing to start with. "I know that Uncle Ron wasn't happy when you and-"

"No, your Uncle Ron was terrified that I would hurt your Mum again because we were leaving." My dad pointed out.

"I know the story Daddy, you have to understand that I didn't do this to hurt you or Mum, I just didn't think you would understand because you don't exactly hate the Malfoys but they aren't exactly at family dinners either and—"

"Malfoy," My Mum cut in, I hadn't meant to say his name yet, but at least it was out now. I don't think I will ever forget what his face looked like. His eyes were wide under his glasses and his mouth was hanging low. My mum held onto his hand tighter, but his other hand was rubbing his eyes now.

"Yes, Scorpius and I have been dating," I told them looking down at the food that appeared on my plate.

"I-we thought you hated him," My mum said. Her voice was different, she sounded hurt.

"I did but things changed, and I knew you wouldn't approve."

"You got that right," My dad said his voice loud, like loud enough for three tables to hear. "What are you thinking Lily? A Malfoy! They were Death Eaters."

"You yourself defended them against that," I snapped back. "I'm telling you so you can get to know him."

"I don't want to get to know him," he shouted, standing up, his chair fell back making a loud sound. I'm glad this happened around lunch time, at dinner this place would be even more crowded.

"Daddy!" I tried not to sound hurt, but I could feel my eyes starting to water, my dad had never made me cry before.

"Harry," my mum said pulling on his hand. He and I kept eye contact; his angry green eyes seemed to pour over into me as I stood up and rushed to the door.

I wanted to go home, but my parents would be there and I couldn't go to Malfoy's apartment because he would still be at work so I stood out in the cold. I could feel the cold tears on my cheeks as my Mum came out and put her arms around me. I couldn't ignore the comfort and wrapped myself into her.

"Daddy has never yelled at me like that before," I said between tears.

"I know," she told me, patting my hair down gently.

"I just want you to meet him, for real, not at a party or a function just to get to know him."

"I'll talk with him, why don't you invite him over," my mum said. I pulled away from her embrace; she had a look of worry on her face, but she gave me a reassuring smile. "We will get this sorted."

I paced back and forth in front of the fire place. My dad finally settled down around nine last night and Malfoy was going to join us for supper. I keep hoping that none of my brothers will come in and spoil the night even more than what I think my dad will do.

I took another step as the fire place came to life, glowing green as Malfoy emerged. I pulled my arms around him before he could even leave the fireplace. "Hi," I told his chest.

"Hello," He said quickly pulling me away from him. I turned around to see my dad standing in the living room. Staring at us.

I thought I had had awkward moments, but this topped them all. My looked from my dad to Malfoy, standing in the middle of them, "Dad," I said taking a breath, "You have met Scorpius Malfoy."

"Scorpius Malfoy, 19 years-old. Son of Draco and Astoria Malfoy. You live in a flat by yourself in London. You were Head Boy at Hogwarts, Works in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable, though me being me I know you have been working on a special project with Time Room, working on going forwards."

I looked between my dad and Malfoy again. I didn't even know what he was working on, but I guess being the Head Auror gives you clearance to the most secretive department in the world. "Nice to meet you again, Sir." Malfoy said stepping out of the fire place and next to me.

"It would have been nice to know you were dating my daughter," I could hear the annoyance in my dad's voice.

"It wasn't his idea, dad, I told you it was mine," I sighed. "Can we please just have a nice supper?" I begged looking at my dad. He tensed his shoulders more as I took Malfoy's hand and led him into the kitchen.

My mum was cooking some soup for the evening. I guess after hours of my dad and I fighting last night she started to cook.

"Lily, you can't just walk out of a conversation, we discussed this last night." My dad came into the kitchen as my mum slammed a pot down.

That didn't stop me.

"I'm sorry daddy, did I forget to tell you that it was my idea to not tell you and mum about my relationship because I knew you would act like this!" I about shouted, I felt Malfoy's hand tighten on mine, just like what my mum did to my dad yesterday. "You haven't even had a conversation with Malfoy. Just because you can do a background check on him doesn't mean you know him."

"You're right; it didn't tell me what he had been sneaking around my daughter."

"I think what your father means is that we are more upset that you thought you had to hide this from us. Scorpius, do your parents know?" mum asked.

Malfoy did that thing he does when he is nervous. He scratched the back of his head and looked down. "My parents know."

"Draco Malfoy knew about this, that's fantastic," My dad threw his hands up in the air. His face was red and well, I never knew he could look this upset.

"Are we back at Hogwarts, Dad?" I demanded. "I didn't know you were still belligerent against Mr. Malfoy. "

"No," My mother almost yelled, "No, we will not do this tonight, or any night for that matter. Lily, why don't you show Scorpius around the house and then wash up for supper."

I nodded my head and took his hand leading him out of my dad's sight; I took him up the stairs and into my room. Closing the door, I banged my head on it. "Normally he is cool, but—"

"But I'm a Malfoy and you're a Potter, no matter how much time is put between the second war, something will never change."

"Stop," I said turning around taking his hands. "We got past that, so can he, so can your dad. He is ok with us, right?"

"Lily," he sighed.

I knew that meant nothing good.

"I'm still fighting with my dad about it too and my mother, well, let's not start on her. Your parents are taking it better than mine."

I shook my head and sat on my bed, looking up at him. He was leaning on my desk. I stood up quickly and leaned against him. "Potter, your parents are downstairs," he whispered in my ear. I didn't notice I was leaning right on top of him, no space between us. I avoided the temptation to kiss him but opened my desk and pulled out a present.

"This was your birthday present," I told him, biting my lip.

Clearly the temptation I ignored he couldn't. I felt his fingers under my sweater and his lips pressed against mine. I dropped his gift and stood on my tip-toes to kiss him better, my hands around his neck holding me in place. "Sorry," he mumbled against my lips and pushed me away.

"It's your birthday present," I told him grabbing it and taking a step away. "I know it is lame, but I don't know what you do at work and I thought this could come in handy.

He opened the box to show the sneakoscope that I had wrapped in a hurry that summer. He smiled and put it in his hand. "Think your dad might set it off?" He teased.

I let out a laugh and opened my night stand sitting on my bed. He put the scope in his pocket and watched me closely. "We should go back down, before your dad truly kills me." He put out his hand and I closed the night stand. I could wait to show him that later.

I took his hand and we went back downstairs to the table set and my dad with a sour look on his face. "It smells lovely, Mrs. Potter," Malfoy said pulling out my chair, I sat down then he sat next to me.

"So, what are your intentions exactly?" My dad cut into the nice comment Malfoy made. I hit my head on the table. Malfoy contained a laugh.

"Harry," My mum said in a warning tone.

"I think it is a perfectly fine question Ginny, we were young when we got married." My dad cut in.

"I love your daughter, Sir. If that is what you are asking," Malfoy said taking a sip of his drink. I could feel myself turning red. Bright red when he said it. It wasn't like he hadn't said it to me, but in front of my dad…

"That is very touching; however, it doesn't answer the question."

"Daddy," I cut in shooting him a glare. Malfoy and I hadn't even talked about this, why is he acting so crazy! He would have been perfectly happy if I told them I was dating Lorcan!

"It's a fair question," He said eyeing me. "We haven't really talked about it; my biggest concern is making sure everyone knew about our relationship before we even thought of a future."

Did I mention how glad I am that he is a smooth talker, because I am still beat red pouring soup in my mouth.

The good news was my dad stayed quiet most of the night, leaving us to small chatter, questions about Malfoy and his life. When it was time for him to leave I was breathing and my mum seemed to like him.

I appereated with him back to his apartment and fell onto the sofa. Malfoy sat next to me and closed his eyes. "You didn't die," I teased putting my head on his chest.

"Are you positive? Someone could be watching the apartment now, and I could be followed." I'm glad he still has his light heartedness about him. It is strange to think this is the same boy who almost killed me in my fifth year, or the boy who teased me and picked a fight with me every moment he had the chance.

Now all I wanted to do was snog him.

"When do you have to be over at your parent's for the party?" I asked tilting my head up.

"Tomorrow after work," he said looking down at me and smiling.

"What?" I asked with a small laugh.

"This year, I'm snogging you under the mistletoe," he smirked. The same smirk that always drove me over the edge, "and you won't stop me."

"Is that so?" I said sitting up and crossing my arms.

"How about this, if you stop me now, I won't do it tomorrow." He told me, pulling my arms so I was on top of him. "And if you don't, well, I get to snog you as much as I want."

His lips weren't but an inch from mine. I could feel his warm breathing against mine, "I'm not sure my dad would like that."

"I honestly don't care." In that moment his lips were against mine, I could feel the rush come over my body, like the first time you know something amazing is happening, that is always how I feel when he kisses me. I put my hands on his hard chest, as I kissed him back.

His hands trailed down my back, tugging my sweater off. I felt a chill come over me. I pulled him closer as his hands touched my bare skin.

I pulled up at his shirt, our lips only parting as I did, only for them to clash harder against one another. He pushed me back on the couch, our bodies touching as my fingers danced with his belt.

I swear I would do anything he said right now.

He pulled my hands up with his and laced them together. He sat up and I was completely confused. "What?" I asked my voice husky. Now, I don't have a lot of experience with boys, but I did live with brothers. They talk and they normally talk about what Malfoy just stopped doing. "Is something wrong?"

"You should- we should." I put my lips against his, my hands on his legs.

He caved, kissing me back with intensity; his hands moving everywhere, my mind couldn't keep up. I moved my leg over his, sitting on top of him before he pulled away again. "Potter," I heard him say pushing me away again. "We can't." he sat up straighter, looking away from me.

I grabbed my sweater from the ground and looked at it. "I don't understand." It really was all I could think. Here I was, in his lap and yet, I am so lost. I put my shirt back on and pulled my knees up to my chest as Malfoy walked away into the kitchen.

I sat there for a minute before I stood up and saw him looking in the opposite direction of me, facing the wall with his eyes closed. "I should go, I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked as he turned around.

I stepped closer into his arms, his chest moving up and down. "I love you, and I don't—"

"I understand." I whispered, giving his hand a tight squeeze before apperating away, back into my quiet, dark room.