alrighty, this is Lily's story. You'll notice the end of her story kind of leads into the second part of Rose's story. We should all know that Lily would have a hand in everything lol

There's actually quite a little list about the OC characters that I own in this chapter lol You may use any of them, if you PM me first and get permission. I'll even tell you what they look like, ages, parents, and house. Just ask.

List: Haden Longbottom; Orien Nott; Tallis Krum; Karel Jordan; Cassiopeia Malfoy; Kenan McDougal; Fionn McDougal; and Tara McDougal.

The McDougal's are the children of Naithaira Isla Hitchens (My OC) and Morag McDougal (owned by J.K.). Naithaira is descended from Isla Black (owned by J.K.) and Bob Hitchens (owned by J.K.). She has a brother, Regulas Bob Hitchens (My OC).

So, on to the story lol, enjoy! :)

disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and any character previously mentioned. I do NOT own Dominique Weasley.

High Horse by Katy McAllister

I wasn't lookin for a knight
of any kind.
So lay down your armour, this is not a fight.
I wasn't lookin for a prince
to convince
I'm good enough for you, not about to bow before you now.
Now, I never did believe in fairy tale stories.
Now, now, as I leave get off your high horse please.

I.

She didn't hate her name, unlike her brothers. She saw it for what it was. A perfect cover for who she truly was. People saw only what they wanted to see. So even though she was in Slytherin, her parents, and Aunts and Uncles still thought of her as sweet, innocent little Lily.

II.

The hat had told her immediately that under no uncertain terms would he be talked into putting her anywhere except for where she belonged. That had puzzled her until her third year, when Albus went through all that trouble with Zaria. The hat had obviously known it shouldn't have listened to Albus. But it shouldn't have worried, Lily had known all along where she would go, and she had no intentions of hiding it.

Because who would suspect lovely, lovely Lily.

III.

Around her fourth year, after her dimwitted family had gotten over James and Albus's scandal's (personally she was with Albus. Her family was a bunch of hypocrites) she started dating.

If you count dating a boy for a month or two and dumping him; dating.

She went through Haden Longbottom, Orien Nott, Tallis Krum, and Karel Jordan in her fourth year. Staying with them until they started talking about love, then she dumped them brutally and moved on.

She dated a boy, slept with him, fucked with his heart, and left. She was the heart breaker of Hogwarts.

IV.

Fifth year she settled down, hanging out with Dominique and Cassiopeia. Ignoring boys. It's also the year the McDougal's arrived at Hogwarts. Transfer students, just moved over from the states. Kenan, Fionn, and Tara. Fionn was in Lily's year and house. And he was the picture of a stuck-up, arrogant, rich kid. What everyone had imagined Scorpius being, before they met him. And he had decided that he wanted Lily.

Going so far as to announce to the entire great hall, that Lily was his, and for no other males to even get any ideas. All he received for his troubled was a slap from Cass on the right cheek, a slap from Dom on the left cheek, a split lip from Lily, a black eye from Albus, and various other threats and hexes thrown his way.

Because Lily has the school wrapped around her finger, and no one took kindly to him staking a claim that she doesn't want. So for a while he backed off, mostly from fear. Then he started a more subtle approach.

V.

she walked into the great hall one morning to find dozens of flowers laying in front of the spot she usually sits in. Roses, daffodils, sunflowers, morning glories, pansies, tulips, and dozens of others, if it was a flower it was there. But not one lily. And she looked. Looked, and looked, and looked. But there where none. That was the first crack on her heart. Because, all the other boys had always waltzed up, handing her lily's.

"A lily for Lily." they would quip, and she would give a fake smile, and decide that they would never be the one. But somehow, this boy who had barely been there a month, had figured out that she hated lily's. And she didn't understand how.

VI.

"Lily." her head snaps up, and she stares at him from her spot by the lake.

"What do you want McDougal?" she snarls, pissed at being interrupted from her writing.

"Are you ever going to forgive me Lily?" he sighs out, almost tiredly. She doesn't answer, merely glaring harder.

"Please, Lily." she turns her attention back to her book, dismissing him.

"Stubborn wench." he mutters through gritted teeth. He sits down, completely ignoring her exclamation of dismay, and then she's standing in a flurry of red hair and green robes, stalking off, leaving him to stare regretfully after her.

She doesn't notice him pick up an abandoned notebook, and flip through it curiously.

VII.

I couldn't find it anywhere, and I was on the verge of a panic attack. The songs in there where personal, where an extension of myself, and besides; how was I going to explain to Dominique that I had lost all of the songs I had written for her. It was up to me to write the songs, it was my responsibility, and now I had lost them.

I drift up the steps toward the astronomy tower when the first note reached my ears. Soft notes, thrumming from a guitar, just the guitar though, no song. Almost as if the player is afraid to sing. I continue up the steps and pause as a chord of the song caresses my ears. It sounds familiar. I frown, trying to place what I'm hearing to a memory; but I can't. I'm reaching for the memory and it's right there at the edge of my brain, teasing me; and I can't remember.

I keep walking up the steps, and the music keeps teasing me; begging me to remember, but I can't. I can't remember where I've heard it. I'm at the top, round one more corner and I'll see who's playing this song. Why am I so nervous, I'm Lily Potter. I don't get nervous.

Take a deep breath. In. Out. Round the corner, and my breath whooshes out.

Two things happen simultaneously; one, I see Fionn, sitting in a puddle of moonlight, playing the guitar with a peaceful expression on his face. His hair seems to absorb the moonlight, getting darker in it's ebony color if anything. Two, I remember where I've heard this song. I've heard Dominique playing it on her guitar, because I wrote the lyrics to go with it and Dominique created the music. At least now I know where I left my notebook.

I'm telling myself to go up to him, to scream at him for reading those songs, for reading something he knew didn't belong to him. But I can't seem to move, I'm frozen in the doorway. Entranced, watching him play. The final note reverberates against the walls, assaulting my ears with their bittersweet melody. And still I do nothing, merely stand there, frozen in place watching him.

"You know you can come out of the doorway now." he murmurs quietly, shocking me out of my trance as he turns to look at me. Stormy blue clashing with blue hazel. They stare. Frozen, as if time has stopped for them.

And then he's there, in her space, staring down at her with a tender look in his eyes that she hasn't seen before. And she feels almost as if she suffocating. She's breathing in shallowly and it's filling her body with his scent, and her body's swarming with heat from him. Her breath catches as he raises a hand to cup her face, and then more tenderly than she thought he was capable of, he pressed his lips to hers. Just for a second. But it felt like forever had come and gone in that moment.

And then he was gone, leaving her to stare at the sky in a daze, wondering what in Merlin's name just happened. The only evidence he had been there was the book clasped in her hand that hadn't been there before, and the slight tingling to her lips that she had never felt before.

VIII.

The next morning, after a brief hesitation she had waltzed up to Fionn, kissing him on the cheek and sitting next to him, as if she did it everyday. He had stared in amazement before letting a whoop of joy, very uncharacteristic of him. She had grinned, not looking away from her conversation with Cass, but she had relaxed into the arm he had draped over shoulder, a soft smile curling up her lips.

Completely ignoring the knowing looks that Dom and Cass and practically the whole school had exchanged.

IX.

She might think her parents are hypocrites, and she might pretend to not give a rat's arse about what they think. But that's necessary for her to keep her reputation at school.

In reality she cares very much what they think. So it's not an exaggeration that introducing Fionn to them was on of the single most scariest things she has ever done. It even trumped telling them she had been put in Slytherin, which had been pretty bloody terrifying.

She was perfectly aware that after James getting in his unconventional relationship, and Albus causing the scene he had with Zaria, they wanted her to settle down with a nice boy, who was preferable a Gryffindor and preferably was normal. So, yes, she was perfectly aware that they would more than likely be disappointed. But when had she ever gone by the rules?

"Mum, Dad, this is Fionn. We're together." her mum had simple sighed before hugging them both and welcoming Fionn to the family. Dad had stared at her, this slightly wistful expression on his face, and then shaken Fionn's hand with a resigned gleam to his eyes; and then he had hugged her, calling her Lily-pad, something he hadn't called her since she was 12. So she new she was forgiven, and that all was well.

It was a freeing experience. But this was the first boy she had introduced to them and they weren't going to risk scaring him off. Because they wanted her to be happy, and for the first time... she was.

X.

The world was quite frankly going to pieces. Rose, know-it-all Rose, was pregnant. And she wouldn't tell anyone who the father was. But she wasn't stupid, she had noticed the secret looks and touches between Rose and Fred. She new quite well that Fred was the father, she also new that Fred was gone, and that the chances of him ever really coming back was none. She also new that Rose was going to drown in depression once school started back, unless she had someone she could lean on.

And right now her two idiot friends were pissed at her. So Albus was spending all his time with Zaria and Scorpius was working on wooing May, finally.

She never told anyone but it was her who told Killian and Alexandria to befriend Rose and protect her. And they listened, of course, because Lily was the proclaimed princess of Slytherin.

Rose deserved a happily ever after, because for all of her shortcomings, she was loyal and she didn't deserve to drown.

Lily was happy, and if Lily could find love then she was sure Rose could too, and maybe Lily could even become godmother. Maybe.

So many secrets, and so many lies. The Weasley's and the Potter's. They walk around and portray a picture perfect family but their riddled with deception. But in this family, secrets don't stay secrets and loyalty is a dangerous thing.

Good thing Lily's a Slytherin, at least she'll come out on top.

well, that's that hm...

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happy writing.

-Cyra