A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long! I don't quite know what happened. Anyway, this chapter is from Lucy's POV. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!

It all happened so fast – it was almost surreal. One moment, they were just sitting there together, on the couch. They were comfortable and it felt nice. And then, all of a sudden, her sight was back. The time that the spell lasted had expired.

As she always did when she was freed from the spell, she moved a little and tried to adjust her eyes to the daylight. How could they have forgotten about the time? Did she want to know who he was? She could always close her eyes and ask him to leave or to re-cast the spell, but then she remembered what her family had said when she had last seen them, shortly after their first kiss.

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"You what?" Lucy's father asked, his voice louder than it normally was, as she continued to look at him innocently. "You've been on several dates with a boy you've never even seen? Just because he wrote you and was obsessed with you due to some love potion?"

The look on his face was one Lucy would never forget; it was as if he couldn't believe that she was actually his daughter. "Yes, dad, I did all that."

"And now?" her father demanded. "Have you told him that you want to see him some time soon? Who knows what he's planning! Before you know it, you're taking wedding vows and you're shipped off across the ocean with a sixty year old homeless man who thought it would be funny to see if a young girl like you would fall for his games."

"How can a homeless man ship her across the ocean?" Lucy's sister, Molly, wanted to know. "Anyway, Lucy, it's not a very responsible thing to do. Who knows what that bloke is planning to do with you."

"I'm sure his intentions are perfectly respectable," Lucy said impatiently. "And he doesn't sound like a sixty year old homeless man, dad. He said we're rather close in age and yes, I know, he can easily lie about that, but why would someone who doesn't even like me spend so much time and money on me?"

"Lucy, you're only twenty years old. You know nothing about the world around you. Not everybody is nice," her father said, and Lucy noticed that he had trouble staying calm.

She crossed her arms defiantly. "I know that," she replied, feeling offended that her father obviously thought that she was still a little girl who could do nothing by herself. It seemed that not even her recent promotion had managed to change his mind about this. "But his letters… they seem so genuine, you know? We have so much in common, it's almost scary. Almost," she repeated, as her father opened his mouth, probably to say that if she thought it was scary, she shouldn't have kept on writing him.

"So now you are crushing on a bloke you don't even know. You don't know what he's really like." Lucy shot her sister an exasperated look. It was as if nobody here understood how she felt.

"Lucy, love," her mother spoke up for the first time, "you're only getting your heart broken this way. If he's not what you thought he would be – what will you do?"

That was Lucy's cue to get up, walk out of the room and disapparate. It was frustrating beyond belief how her family reacted. Couldn't they just be happy for her? She wasn't afraid to find out who he was – she was certain that he'd be everything she had ever dreamed of. After all, she had been dreaming about the mysterious man more and more often lately.

*#*

This was it. This was her chance. She would finally find out who her Prince Charming was.

So she moved a bit more, looked sideways, and found herself unable to believe what she was seeing. As he looked back at her, she was sure that he knew exactly what was going on. Her shock must be written all over her face. He, in the meantime, looked as shocked as she felt; clearly, he had forgotten about the time limit too.

"Malfoy?" she asked, astonished. It was only one little word, but she almost choked while saying it. "Scorpius Malfoy?" This was unbelievable. How could he be the person she had so much in common with? What did he think he was playing at? "What are you – is this some kind of a joke?" she asked; she felt hurt, used, and miserable, all at once. Her family had been right; this fairy tale wouldn't get a happy ending.

He grabbed her hands and started to speak – how could she not have recognised his voice? She had heard him speak, not too long before this whole thing started. He tried to explain the situation – something about his mother, who, of course, worked in the same department as Lucy did, and who, apparently, hated her. He had mentioned a love potion earlier – so that potion had actually been for her? She should've drunk that love potion? Her head was spinning, but he wasn't done talking yet.

She fought back a blush when he complimented her, probably without really meaning to, and she knew that, even though he had been right when he had told her that they could never make this relationship work, she wished that they could. He had dragged her into this, he had made her fall for him, and he was breaking her heart without wanting to. Yes, he was sorry, but that didn't make it all go away. Lucy had tried to tell herself that whoever the mysterious person would be, they would be happy. But now – a Malfoy. That was simply not done when you were a Weasley.

He had been so nice, though. So understanding, and it had seemed like they agreed on almost everything. He was done talking by now, but Lucy couldn't find words to answer. Suddenly, he looked almost scared. He dropped her hands, got up from the couch, and fled. He fled. And before she knew what was happening, Lucy was in tears already.

Scorpius Malfoy. Of course, she remembered him from Hogwarts. He had been in the year above her, and in Ravenclaw, while she, Lucy, had followed in her entire family's footsteps and had been a Gryffindor. It had seemed as if her family's hobby had been to spread rumours about him, false stories and ridiculous tales; to taunt and hex him whenever they saw him. Rose could go on and on about what a horrid boy he was and James always had another story about how he had pranked or hexed him now.

Oh, they would love to hear this. They would all say that her father was right – she knew nothing about the world. But what if it was them who had no idea what Scorpius Malfoy was like? He had told her, after all, that she knew more about him than anyone else. And he knew more about her than other people did. Why had he just fled like that? It simply wasn't fair.

It was not a joke. It had all been real, he had been genuine about his feelings. At least, that was a thought Lucy kept holding on to.

And a love potion. Astoria Malfoy had wanted to bring her down by using a love potion? The idea sounded so weird that Lucy had trouble believing it. She hadn't even realised that the older woman might hate her – she had never given that any thought. She had used her son for her plan – or had he taken part in it voluntarily? Back when he couldn't stand her, even though they didn't even know each other. Lucy couldn't blame Scorpius for hating her, just because of what her family had done. But she hoped with all her heart that he didn't hate her now, and had never hated her before. She herself had never really listened to Rose's stories, she had never minded him too much, mostly because he left her alone too.

And now? Was it over? Was this the last they'd ever see of each other? Were they never going to meet again? What was she supposed to do?

A/N: So, what did you think? :) Let me know, please review!