I don't think I can say in words how very, very, sorry I am that I haven't updated in so long! I re-wrote this many times and I think this is the direction the story needs to take. I'm not sure how many chapters are left. I promise this story will be finished!

I would also like to thank everyone who comments, they really help me keep going!

Well, to say the next day was normal, I would be completely lying! First, I should start off by saying Teddy came over before they left for France. When he learned that I had told my parents he acted normal. Normal! I know he knew, but the fact that he didn't even mention that he knew to my parents put me off, just a lot.

Next, James and Quinn came over. Quinn, who was hiding her excitement, kept telling James that he was a nice guy and that we had to have a double date.

Creepy! A double date with James! Creepy doesn't cover it, more like gross!

Then Albus, who well, didn't react at all. Though the owl I just got tells me that Malfoy had a fun surprise in his office. I can only guess it was him.

Even though my three brothers didn't really do anything out of shock to me, I still am on the edge. Tonight is the Malfoy Christmas party. I shouldn't be slighting going crazy. I mean, this makes it almost a full year dating I've been dating Malfoy. Maybe the fact that we are going to be acting like boyfriend and girlfriend at the party is what has me on edge.

I took another deep breath and played with the black sleeves on my dress. They sat just under my shoulders. The fabric crosses over my chest meeting high enough to make the dress modest. There was a large band of fabric around my waist that led into an easy flowing skirt.

I finished pulling on my heels as my mum walked into my room with a small smile. "Ready to go?"

I nodded my head and picked up Malfoy's Christmas present as I played with one of the small curls. I followed her down the hall to my dad and brothers. I ignored their comments as we apperated to the Malfoy's front door.

The doors were open already and I knew we were somewhat late. My parents were immediately in a conversation when we walked through the door. It was strange, my dad always hated these parties, almost as much as I did but he was a friendly person, I guess.

I looked around for the person I really wanted but he wasn't in sight. I saw his mother stare at me before I headed up the stairs. I nodded hello to people was I wondered around the long halls, searching for blonde hair. After ten minutes of looking around I walking into Malfoy's old bedroom and waited for him.

Twenty minutes later I was still sitting on Malfoy's bed when the door opened. I sat up straight. "Sorry, I was looking for the restroom." A man said with an accent I couldn't place.

He looked to be Malfoy's age. He was an inch taller than me with my heels on. He had short brown hair and bright blue eyes.

I sat Malfoy's present on his bed and shook my head. "No, it is three doors down on the right." I told him pointed in the direction.

"You're Lily Potter, right?" He asked a bright smile on his face. I could feel my cheeks flushing.

"Yes," I told him biting my lip. It was strange that people noticed me as myself these days and not from being my parents' daughter or from one of my brothers.

"I watched you last year, pretty impressive," He said leaning on the doorway. "Though, I do believe we beat your team by thirty points last season."

I took another look at him, still couldn't place him. Then I thought about what he said, "You play for America's national team?" I asked walking closer to him and his piercing blue eyes. "Then why are you at a party in the middle of England?"

"I'm visiting family in the off season," he said looking around me. "What are you doing sitting in a dimly lit room?"

"Waiting on someone," I told him simply. "Who is the family?"

"Why do you want to know?" He asked tilting his head to the side. "Who are you waiting on?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

"A pretty girl sitting in a room alone, why wouldn't I ask a question or two?"

"I thought you were trying to find the loo?" I smiled as he did too.

"Valid point," he smiled. "I'm Nick, by the way."

"Nick LaFrey," I said looking back up to his clear blue eyes. "You play Seeker." I saw a smirk on his face.

"You catch on fast, Lily," he said before leaving the door frame.

I stood in silence again. I looked back to Malfoy's bed and his present before walking out the door and back down to the party. I looked around before finding James and Quinn, who were dancing in the ballroom.

"Where is Malfoy?" I asked pulling on Quinn's arm. She jerked out of James' arms.

"What?" She asked looking at me annoyed.

"Where is Malfoy? My boyfriend?" I demanded.

"I have no idea," Quinn said shaking her head at me then looked to James who shrugged.

"I bet he got called into work. A lot of the Unspeakables are missing who are normally here," James told me pulling Quinn back into his arms.

"For what?" I asked again as the song changed.

"How would I know?" James said rolling his eyes, "No one knows what they do Lils."

James turned Quinn around and I knew it was the end of our talk. I let out a sigh and turned around on my heel to go find drinks in the other room.

I saw my parents still in conversation, my mom spinning her cup in her hand, looking bored as my dad talked to the man. I walked over to them and put my arms in hers, bringing a smile to her face. "This is our daughter, Lily."

I smiled and shook their hands. I feel like a little girl again, under my parent's arms, no one else to really talk to. My dad smiled and put an arm around me again. "This is Christopher and Marlee LeFray," My dad said, the last name hitting me like a brick. "Christopher is the head Auror over in America." My dad went on as I saw Nick give me a funny look and went to his mother's side. Much like I did.

"This is Nicolas, our son I was telling you about," his father went on. "He is playing Quidditch as well as your Lily."

"We are proud of her," My mum said with a smile. "She has a few months of school left. Hard to believe how fast they grow up."

"I know," Marlee laughed, "Our youngest has two years left. She wants to come over here and work with global laws. Hermione Weasley has been in touch with her."

"Well, I'm sure my sister is more than thrilled." My mum said again. Our Dads were back in conversation and Nick and I were just staring at each other.

"Want to grab a drink?" I asked him, everyone else ignoring us. He nodded his head and followed me out of the room to the food area. I looked around to see no Malfoys in the room, then grabbed a drink and sighed.

"Well, our parents are having fun," Nick said with bitterness. "How did you get roped into this?"

I shrugged, "I always go." I told him taking another sip of my punch. "Why did you come to a party where you know absolutely no one?" I asked wanting a stronger drink for the first time in my life.

"I was forced." He said finishing his drink. "What do you say we ditch?" He asked "I'm sure in a place like this we can find some brooms, fly away, do something fun."

I smiled a little and shook my head. "Not in this dress," I said flattening out my skirt.

"You're right; it is a very pretty dress." Nick smiled his eyes meeting mine. "How about a dance then? A pretty girl in a pretty dress should at least dance at a party."

I shook my head but Nick took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. He put his hand on my waist and his other in mine. I gave him a look but he smiled and started to lead. "Try not to step on my toes," I teased.

"Why? Would you think I was trying to take out the competition?" He asked spinning me out then back in, catching me. I wonder if my boyfriend was this great of a dancer.

"Maybe," I smiled. "Let see. You have been playing Seeker for two years, you were Rookie of the Year, a title that now belongs to me," I pointed out. "You're said to be the best Seeker since Victor Krum."

"I wouldn't say that," Nick laughed pulling me closer. I put my head on his shoulder. I could feel his laugh. "I just like to fly." He said leaning down.

I pulled my head away from his shoulder, "Why?"

"The freedom and I'm competitive," Nick smiled down at me.

"Competitive, I believe you have almost knocked a few people off their brooms." I said as he moved his hand on my back.

"Almost, but I wouldn't hurt anyone just to hurt them," Nick smiled.

"Even at the cost of losing?" I asked as the music stopped.

"No, but I fight for what I want," Nick told me, stopping our dance.

"I'm going to go make sure my brother Al isn't planning something stupid. Nice to meet you," I said taking my hand off his shoulder.

"I'm sure we will see each other again," Nick said kissing my cheek. I could feel myself blush. "June eighteenth, to be exact," I could feel his breath on my ear, sending Goosebumps on my arms.

I nodded and turned away slowly. I needed to clear my head. And find my boyfriend. Who I loved. Who was not here. I went back down the hallway, to the room where I found myself under mistletoe with Malfoy. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw two figures standing in the dark. I couldn't hear what they were saying. Or really make out their face.

I took a step closer to see Malfoy's dad. He nodded once and said something else I couldn't hear.

What was he up to, and who was he with?

I took another step, but the man Malfoy was talking to left the room in the opposite direction that I was standing.

I was left alone with Draco Malfoy.

He went over to the small bar and poured a drink as I took another step into the room, he noticed me.

"Miss. Potter," He smiled and took a drink.

"I'm looking for your son, but I don't seem to find him." I said, trying to hide some bitterness. The last time I saw him he implied I was sleeping with his son.

"He has been at work since this morning," Malfoy said putting the glass down and taking a step towards me. "It seems he has his priorities right. Work before play, never mixing the two of them up. Something the Malfoy family has had a tradition of doing."

I wanted to call him out. Remind him that the Malfoy family had been Death Eaters. "I'm sure you are proud of your son," I told him folding my arms on my chest.

"For the most part, yes. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to play host. Merry Christmas, Miss. Potter." He told me before walking in the same direction the man had before.

I can understand why Malfoy was stand-offish. I mean, when he was my Healer and I wasn't dating his son, he seemed nice. He seemed like the man who my father made him out to be. But now, now that I love his son, I think, I don't even know what to think.

I thought about apperating to Malfoy's apartment, see if his father was lying. But I knew he wasn't.

This was his way of keeping us apart.