Chapter 3: Impression date and Group date

The next morning the date box came early. Nicole eagerly tore open the envelope. The paper read 'Molly' on the top. Molly snatched it away from her and read the letter out loud.

"Dear Molly, Dress for a night of play watching. We will go to a play of Shakespeare and then go out to eat at a romantic Italian restaurant," she sighed once she was finished, and held the paper up to her heart.

Emily looked over at me and fluttered her eyes in imitation of Molly. I snorted. Soon enough all the other girls were bubbling around Molly, asking her about the date. Molly hasn't even gone on the date yet, but she loved the attention anyway. Then she began to talk about how romantic he was.

We met him no more than a day ago, and they were already crazy in love with the guy. Molly's date was to begin at 1:30. Around 11:00, we all made our way to the swimming pool. Very few of us were actually swimming in the pool. Emily, Sasha, Beth, and I were having a very competitive contest on who can make the biggest splash. Everyone else was becoming pissed off at us for getting them wet. We really didn't care.

"Okay Sasha, can you beat Emily's?" I called to her as she prepped herself for her jump.

"Hell yes, I can!" shouted Sasha as she jumped into the crystal clear pool. Her splash was big but not as big as Emily's was.

"Alright Lils," called Beth, "you can do it!"

I took a deep breath then did a pose. I started to run like the gymnasts do on the Olympics. The diving board sprung out from underneath me. I tucked my knees up to my chest. The water engulfed me and I kicked my way back to the breathing beauty of life.

Emily shook her head. "Beth is going to squash me!"

Beth entered the water with a tidal wave of a splash. The three of us cheered endlessly. Beth exited the pool with a bow. I suggested a couple of drinks for the winner and contestants. I grabbed my colorful towel and made my way into the house. The door bell rang as I crossed the foyer. My body was dripping wet as I opened the door. There was James, dressed in khaki pants and a button down, light blue shirt. He looked positively gorgeous. He gave me a lopsided smile.

"Did you just come out of the shower?"

"No, I was in the pool having a splash contest," she said laughing. Her laughing was so enjoyable. "Wait one minute. I'll get Molly for you."

"Oh, okay," I was hoping to have time to talk to Lily instead of going on this date. Lily made me feel comfortable, while Molly made me feel… uncomfortable. That was the only word to really describe it. She was very beautiful; I had to give her that. But she was somewhat cocky and arrogant. Maybe I just need to get to know her better.

Molly walked down the stairs gracefully. When she reached the bottom she twirled around a bit. Her arm quickly found its way around my neck and dragged me to the door. I looked back and found Lily watching us leave. I gave her a wink and she greatly returned the gesture.

The afternoon went by as a blur. Molly talked a lot about her self. I tried to be reasonable, but my annoyance kicked in after a good half an hour. At the end of the date Molly was hanging all over me. She attempted to snog me a couple times. Every time I ended up telling her I didn't know her good enough, which was a total lie. She just talked for two hours about herself. I usually would have been hitting a girl like this up every night, back at Hogwarts. God, how I miss those years.

Sometimes, I dream about my years at Hogwarts. Sirius, Remus and I really were a bunch of crazy Marauders. Then there were the beautiful, sexy girls. Only one caught my eye, her name was Lily. She actually looks quite like the Lily that is here at the mansion. Oh well, as Sirius kindly reminds me everyday, you should just find her and sweep her off her feet.

Molly gave me a quick peck on the cheek before returning to the house.

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Chatsworth White House

The second date box arrived during Molly's date. Heidi read the letter out loud; "Dani, Beth, Tanya, Wilma, Raquel, and Paula. Get ready for a night on the town. Dinner at Chinatown and a night of sight seeing."

James appeared at the house at 7:15, to pick up the group of girls. I once again, was passing the door when he rang the door bell. I opened it and he smiled.

"Have they named you the bell girl?" he asked and chuckled lightly.

I giggled, "No, but you always seem to ring the bell when I walk by it."

"Oh, is that how it is," smirked James.

'That smirked seemed to haunt her. Where the hell was it from?' I thought.

"Well Lily, I'll see you on the group date tomorrow," he said, watching some of the girls' descend down the stairs.

I caught him staring then whisper in his ear, "You know you want me."

He chuckled, "I know, I do."

That left me frazzled. My intention wasn't to make him want me; it was supposed to freak him out. But at the same time I meant what I said. His answer caught me off guard. James just smiled at me, and I walked into the kitchen to make me something for dinner. Em ran into me on the way by. She had seen our little exchange. My cheeks were tinged pink from the blush that I had acquired.

Emily bounced on her feet, "And what was that about Miss Lily?"

I smirked, she could be so childish sometimes, "Oh, nothing."

"Hell no," Emily said. "You whispered something to him. He smiled and said something back to you. You blushed and looked confused. That's not something big at all." She said the last big somewhat sarcastically.

"Alright, keep your bloody pants on," I moaned. I told her about how I always manage to answer the door and James and I always have a conversation. Emily listened very closely to my story.

At the end she said, "You sly dog."

"What?" I asked. "Every time he rings the door I happen to be right there."

"He so likes you," giggled Emily uncontrollably.

I said, "Well I hope so, I mean I do want to be here to find someone to love. He's kinda the only one here."

She laughed at me.

We relaxed outside in the hot tub with a pile of crackers and cheese. Even though it was near dusk, we sat out there talking like teenage school girls.

"So where did you go to school?" I asked her nibbling on a cracker.

"Well," she began, after a swig of her water, "my parents moved around a lot. But we some how ended up in France when I was around nine. I went to this school where we stayed for about ten months for seven years. It was a positively, wonderful experience. We had these dorms that looked out over a gorgeous view of the French mountain side. Then in my seventh year, I was named head girl. The head girl is kind of like the president of the grade, and I helped around the school a lot. There were so many lovely French men at my school. I was a right old player. I had a new boyfriend every month. Then I ended up meeting a wonderful British man. We worked at the same place."

I gapped at her. She described Hogwarts, but in a muggle kind of way. I wonder…

"What happened to him?"

She looked sad, "It's hard to explain."

I nodded, understanding that the hurt is still deep. Then I had this sudden urge to tell her about Hogwarts. But I really couldn't come out and say something like that when the cameras follow us everywhere.

"What was your school like?"

"I went to a place called Hogwarts in England. That place was like my home. I had so many friends, and everyone claimed I was popular." Emily chuckled. "We went to school from September to June. I was also head girl at my school. The head boy was the biggest prat ever. I don't even remember the idiot's name."

"Wait, are you …" she trailed off and then whispered softly so only I could hear, "a witch?"

I nodded uncertainly.

"Really, me too!"

"No way!"

"That is so weird!"

"Did you go to Beauxbatons?"

"Yes, I loved that school!"

"I can't believe it. Who thought I would meet another one on T.V.?"

"Are you a pure?"

"No… there is no blood in my family. I was the first one."

"I'm half."

"Wicked."

"Want to head back inside?"

"Sure."

Emily and I found a secluded room where we could talk about magic in private. Remembering all the spells and jinxes brought tears to my eyes. I truly did miss Hogwarts; friends, teachers, magic, hell I even missed Peeves. Hogwarts brought back memories, memories you can never replace. My four best friends were incredible. Arabella, Zoë, Paige, Roxi, and I were a riot at school. The most "wanted" females at Hogwarts, we were named.

We soon traveled back into the "real" world. The girls were back from their date and they were all giggling madly about James. They were talking about how he smiled at them or something stupid like that. Raquel came up to me and Emily and gushed about how James actually kissed her. I smiled at her feeling happy for her, yet feeling kind of jealous.

Emily and I retired shortly after that, becoming sick of their sweet talk. I turned on my light and crawled into my comfy bed. I curled up and dug out one of my Lord of the Ring books.

"God, you read that shit!" exclaimed Emily.

"I love these books, thank you very much!" I smirked, sticking my tongue out at her.

Em returned the gesture and said, "I couldn't get passed the first page."

"I'm a big reader."

"Which one are you reading?"

"Fellowship of the Ring, for the second time."

"Loser," she muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "G' Night Em."