I gripped my Firebolt 3 and zoomed to the side, catching the Quaffle with ease. "Come on Ed, you are going to have to throw better than that." Ed was the captain, but he was easy going, for now. Their first game had already come and gone, with no one scoring on me, having Ravenclaw lose 450 to 0. They had started calling the my brother and me the 'dynamic duo' because Al was certain to catch the snitch, and it was known that I wouldn't let any Quaffle past me. Actually, the only person to score on me was one of my own teammates, and that was Derrick Malfoy, the new chaser. This did not get past me, only made me fly faster when he was throwing it.

Today, I was on fire. No one had gotten a goal past me, and Al was looking for the snitch. Practice was going to be over soon, and I was planning to do my homework with Vincent again. Vincent was a beater so I got to see him a lot. He smiled and winked at me as he bashed the bludger away. I just laughed and started moving forward again.

"Got it." Al called out, raising his hand and shaking his black hair. He looked a lot like Dad, except for the glasses. I smiled, bringing my broom down. I was glad they let first years play this year, or else I would have been very bored. Carrie landed, getting off her broom and handing me a chocolate fireball, her dad's latest invention.

"I don't want to breath fire today." I said, and she laughed. We both walked over as Emma came running to us in her cheerleading uniform. I laughed at how Muggle it looked.

"You guys did awesome." She said, enchanting her pom-poms to follow her. "Are you do your homework again with," She paused here so both she and Carrie could go "Vincent!"

I rolled my eyes, flipping my red hair. "Of course I am. Aren't you doing yours with Jeff again today?" She smiled, blushing to let me know my answer. We all walked into the locker room, and I went to the girls side so I could shower. There, sitting next to my locker, was another lily. The admirer had been doing this, only leaving one in simple places, my desk in a class, the locker room, and my books that I left in the common room. The girls giggled as I lifted it to my nose, breathing in the deep aroma. I smiled, placing It by my uniform. "Now it will smell pretty."

"You still haven't figured out who it is?" Carrie asked, looking at the lily.

"No, and I don't think he wants me to either. I looked at the card, seeing it said 'from me.' I had learned that if he gave me six flowers or more, the card had a cheesy saying, but any less and it just said 'from me.' I put the card in my bag and quickly took a shower, getting all the grime off me. I ran up to the common room where Vincent was waiting, his hair still soaked from the shower. He smiled at me.

"Okay, let's promise to actually get some work done." I laughed. Usually we both got caught up with talking about something, and we rarely had enough time to even finish before we fell asleep that night. I knew that it probably wasn't the best idea that we hang out to do homework, but it was the only excuse I could make to hang out with a second year. He usually sat with me at lunch, and he even held my hand at one point during the last week. I smiled as he took it again, we both didn't mind because I wrote with my left hand and he with his right. It was kind of comforting, having someone I liked like me back. He was really sweet, always opening doors for me and asking how my day was. I slowly wrote on the parchment, casually looking up to study his nice face. It wasn't too bony, but it wasn't fat either. He had a nice, oval face with high cheek bones. His dark eyebrows were thick, but they didn't hide his eyes. He always seemed to have a smirk on his face, always studying hard. I had noticed that when he had a hard time with a problem, he would furrow his brow. I looked down again, and something caught my eye. Over at the fireplace, Derrick was looking at us. But that wasn't what I had noticed. He was holding hands with Natasha. This surprised me, because Natasha could have any guy in this place, it didn't matter what year. Why she would pick Derrick Malfoy was beyond me. I felt angry, and chalked it up to it being the fact that Carrie had asked him to the dance and now he was holding hands with Natasha. I rolled my eyes, trying to concentrate on my paper. Defense against the Dark arts wasn't that hard, just time consuming. It was my favorite subject, but I found it hard to listen to Professor Bell all the time. She was nice, just a tad boring. I finished with my homework, and suddenly noticed that Derrick and I were the only two left in the common room. I shut my book, and stood up. He was reading next to the fire place, and I walked over and sat down.

"So, your dad's hearing is tomorrow."

"Yeah, unfortunately."

"You don't like your dad?" I felt it was the descent thing to do so I asked the question I had always wanted to.

"No, I do not like my dad. He was rude and he hates my mother, who isn't much better, and worse, he is using me to try to get out of prison, he isn't on my top ten of people I love, Lily." I flinched. This was the first time he had said my name. I had never heard him address me. Not that I had given him much of a chance.

"Oh, I never knew."

"Like hell." I looked up at him, realizing he was pacing, angry. "You knew I didn't like my dad, and still you patronize me. I get into Gryffindor and I am still evil. I have my friends put in a good word for me, I am still evil. I go to the Halloween dance with your cousing, I am still evil. Tell me what the bloody hell I have to do to be your friend. That is all I want! Don't you get it, I am sick of fighting someone I didn't want to fight in the first place. Do you understand?" I sat back, looking at his face. It was all tight, and very red from anger. He looked a little like his dad now, and all I could think was his dad must have looked weird if he ever turned red with his white-blonde hair. I snorted a laugh at this thought and Derrick raised his hands. "Oh, this is funny, thank you."

"I am sorry. For everything." He looked over at me. "Look, I still don't really like you at all, but why don't we switch enemies to…people who have to hang out because our friends do." He sat down, contemplating.

"And you will stop trying to kill me with putting bad stuff in my potions."

"I never—"

"Lily."

I paused, "Okay, I will stop ruining your potions in class." We shook hands, and he got up and walked upstairs. I shook my head, hoping that this would be easier than I thought it was going to be…

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Harry Potter paced the outside of the court building. His wife was due in three months, and she was sitting on the bench watching him go back and forth.

"Harry, calm down, there is no way Malfoy can get off."

"You don't know that. It is perfectly possible that he could." He was worried. Ginny smiled, shaking her head. Her husband had grown up. He was now a good height of five ten, and his glasses still dangled at the edge of his nose. His green eyes were bright, even thought they were filled with dread. He wore his best green robe, one that Mrs. Weasley had made for him herself. He took long strides, as Ginny held his briefcase. Ginny stood up, hugging him with all her heart.

"Harry, I love you so much, but if you don't calm down I might have to hex you." He laughed, sitting down.

"I know I am very stressed, but I can't help it." All the things he did to you, they were horrible. I can't let him just get off on this." A woman in blue robes walked in, holding a matching briefcase. She smiled at the two, and Ginny felt her skin crawl. Harry stood up as she walked over, tucking a stray brown piece of hair behind her ear.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, so wonderful to see you here. If circumstances were different, I would invite you to lunch." She laughed, as if there wasn't a care in the world. "I remember you from school days, when Ginny used to have that horrible little crush on you." Ms. Perks sneered, obviously loving her moment in the spot light.

"Ms. Perks, I was wondering, why would someone like you want to represent Malfoy?"

"Wow, I like a person who can get to a point." Ginny stood up, shocked by what Sally had just said.

"Well, see you in court." Sally smiled, but Ginny could almost see daggers aimed at her. She turned, walking away with her robes billowing behind her. "I do not like her." Ginny said matter-o-factly." Harry smiled, kissing the top of her head.

"Don't worry, she is all talk." Ginny took Harry's hand and squeezed it. They both walked in and took a seat on the prosecutor side, waving to Dean (I totally 4got his name and was calling him Sean, it is Dean and will be from now on). He looked green, and kept shuffling his papers. Harry smiled, and looked at Lavender, his wife, rub his shoulders over the wooden bench. The judge walked in as Malfoy made himself comfortable.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Morgan." Everyone stood up, and the proceedings began.

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I found myself in the common room with only Derrick again. We were both doing homework, and Derrick had actually moved over to the same table. He did have some kind of courage. He had taken the acquaintance thing as 'let's try harder.' Not exactly what I wanted, I just wanted to stop fighting with my friends over the fact that they were friends with him. So here I was, with the person I secretly couldn't stand, doing homework. What put us on edge, of course, was the fact that his father's court date was today and we both knew what a problem that was. I kept my eyes in my book, wondering how everything went. Of course it was going to trial, and of course they didn't decide anything today, but I was still very nervous about what happened, wondering if they talked about my mum. She was probably going to have to testify. I felt bad for that. Derrick looked over at me, just sitting there, his quill sitting on the paper and making a rather large inkblot.

"You know, if you take a picture, it will last longer, and you can carry it with you everywhere."

"Sorry, it's just, are you going out with Vincent?"

"Well, when we decide, I will make sure you know before everyone else knows." He laughed.

"I was just asking, because, well. I just don't see you two together."

"Really, why?" As much as I had tried today, he was getting on my nerves fast.

"Because, he cares about popularity, and I have never seen you care."

"Well, sometimes opposites attract, like you and Natasha."

"I wouldn't go out with Natasha. She was upset that one night because her mum's family might lose the Quibbler."

"Oh, but I think she likes you, so it's the same thing."