At 2 o'clock, I wandered into the three broomsticks and made my way over to the bar. I didn't see him so I took my seat at the bar. Madam Rosmerta wandered over and smiled at me. "Hello sweetheart. Where is your entourage of admirers?"

I laughed. "There is no such group sadly."

"I beg to differ," said Rosmerta quietly, her gaze not on me but over my shoulder. I turned and saw Chris walking quickly over towards me. I took a moment to admire him. He was tall, much taller than I had realized, probably scraping 6'5". He had on navy blue working robes. He kind of looked like a retired rugby player. I smiled at him and then turned to face Rosmerta, who had gracefully disappeared down the bar, now speaking jovially to a pink faced Hagrid.

Chris slid into the seat beside me as I checked my watch. "You're five minutes late you know."

"You're lucky I came you know." He responded looking at me intensely.

I looked at him amazed. "You asked me to come here."

"You never said yes." He smirked, knowing he had a point.

Turning towards the bar I muttered, "What girl turns down a free drink?"

"Who said I was paying?"

"Should I leave?" I smiled at him over my shoulder. He playfully glared at me before turning to call for Rosmerta. I turned away as he ordered and noticed the marauders in the corner booth. Black and Potter were laughing and chatting while Peter was hyperventilating with giggles. Remus, however, was watching me with a questioning eye. I turned away, not knowing the question and really not knowing the answer.

Turning back towards Chris, I saw him watching Rosmerta filling the glasses. I took the moment to look at his face closely. His face showed signs of shadow and his eyes were a grayish blue. Not soon after I started my appraisal, he turned towards me. "So Lily Evans. Why did I feel the need to ask you here?"

"Shouldn't you know the answer to that?"

"Guess for me," He said confidently

"Hm…because you've never seen anyone with this shade of hair?"

He laughed. "That may be true, but it's not the reason I invited you for a drink."

"Well, what is it then?"

"Where did you get those eyes?" he asked suddenly.

I smiled. "My mom." I replied simply. He nodded. "So tell me about yourself Chris. Where you from? You didn't go to Hogwarts did you?"

"I did Hogwarts for one year. I moved to Ireland when I was 12. I went to wizarding school there and then popped over to England to try to get a job with the ministry."

"Couldn't you commute from Ireland? Long distance apparate? You are interning in the apparition department?"

He looked smugly at me as Rosmerta dropped off our drinks, giving me a discreet wink as she passed. "Aren't you full of questions kid?"

"Kid?" I asked slightly offended.

"Yeah! You're only 17."

"And you're what? 170?" I said rolling my eyes and taking a large gulp of butterbeer to sooth my frazzled nerves.

"19 but 17 and 19 are two very different ages."

I snorted into my drink as attractively as one can (aka not very attractively). "Darling, at six, I had more maturity than you have now."

"Ooo pet names already sweetheart?" He slung an arm around my shoulder. I heard a glass crash behind me. I shook my head and I shrugged his arm off teasingly. He drove me crazy in a literal, send me to the nut house way. But at the same time, it stirred my interest. He frustrated me.

I finished off my drink and was debating on whether or not to order myself another. I turned to see Chris drain his glass. "Care to take a walk around Hogsmeade?" he asked.

I shrugged and said "sure." I hopped off my stool and walked over to the door, knowing his eyes lingered on my backside.

"Promise me something?" he said once we were outside. I turned to look at him. "Never wear robes when we hang out. It would be a crime to hide that behind."

Not knowing whether to be slightly offended or complimented, I started walking down the road, leaving him to catch up. We finally settled in front of the bookstore and sat on a bench. We talked about nonsense and he gradually sat closer and closer to me. It made me get a bit nervous. The day had happened so fast. I wasn't mentally prepared for this. I shivered in the cold of the coming night. He cast a warming charm on me. I looked at him funny and thanked him. He conjured a small rose and gave it to me. I smiled at him and quickly vanished it. He looked at me funny. "Allergic," I muttered quietly for no other reason than that he was so close, he could hear me at any volume.

"So I may have to offer you another gift," And he kissed me. I kissed back.

And time passed. He was a good kisser and I soon found myself lying on the bench, his body pressing down upon mine. His hands sneaked across my neck moving down. I pulled back and caught his eye and shook my head. "I better head back."

"No," he whined into my neck. I tried to push him off and he reluctantly lifted off of me. I brushed my fingers through my hair and took to my feet.

"Will I see you again?" I asked my shoelaces.

He kissed my check and shrugged before apparating off with a smile.

I looked at the spot where he disapperated with a frown and looked around. "He could have at least walked me to the gate." I whispered quietly before walking off towards the castle.

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I am home for the summer- I know what I'm writing for the next chapter so more will come soon.

Yes- This is a real guy now from my life. His name is Chris and yes, he is this big of a piece of work. He constantly would talk about how lucky I was he traveled such a great distance to see me and how he was so tired from doing it. I always called me a kid when he was two years older than me and very immature. You'll see why he's such a terrible piece of work very soon.