A/N: Hey Guys!

This is really just to avoid confusion. I know that James should have left Hogwarts, and that Scorpius should be in Seventh year, but I don't know why, I just don't like Rose/Scorpius fics. I always change her to Lily in my head. So sorry, but let's just pretend for the sake of this story, that they are actually both in fifth year, that James is in seventh and Albus is in sixth. Okay?

Thankyou!! And... Enjoy

Chapter 2

Lily was already seated between a 6th year called McLaggen and a bulky Hufflepuff who Malfoy thought was called Steve Dean, when he entered the compartment.

Scorpius regretted how he had treated Lily. She had, after all, helped him out. But being saved by a girl, and a Potter at that, had somewhat bruised his ego.

He wanted to apologise, but by the time he had calmed down and made himself somewhat presentable, he was already 5 minutes late for the meeting. He wanted to just slide in unnoticed, but had no such luck. The door lout out a loud squeak as he tried to silently slide it open.

Everyone turned towards the noise, and on seeing Malfoy they all, aside from the head Girl ad Lily (who was too angry to look at him), burst into fits of laughter. Having no idea what was so funny, Malfoy slipped in and leant against the wall.

'Anyway, as I was saying before we were interrupted' the Head Girl continued, shooting a disgusted look at Malfoy. 'Being a prefect isn't about power…' Malfoy worked to block her out, but she had a horrible nasal voice and it was proving far more difficult than he had imagined. Staring at an interesting spot on the opposite wall, he let her squeaking wash over him, and instead counted how many different shapes she could make out in the blotchy paintwork.

After a painful 25 minutes, Malfoy looked up to find the compartment emptying, and the Heads standing there staring at him. He was too surprised to find that the Head Girl could be silent for more than thirty seconds, that he felt no embarrassment for being caught daydreaming in his first prefect meeting.

As he hurried away from the room, he contemplated staying up this end of the train, so as to not re-pass The Clans apartment, but with a sigh, resigned himself to the fact that he would have to face them again at some point, and continued down the carriage.

As he drew nearer he concealed himself in a group of 4th year boys, but found there was no need. The Clan were too preoccupied with an event within, and even though he didn't like to admit it, he was pleased that he could put off another fight for just a while longer.

Once he reached his compartment at the end of the train, with a sinking heart, he realised why everyone he had passed had been laughing. From his reflection in the window, he could see that his face was so covered in thick makeup that he resembled a muggle drag queen. He tried to vanish it away with his wand, and after that failed, tried to wipe it way, but it wouldn't even smudge.

He was starting to silently panic when the door slid open, and a bright friendly voice said 'Hi! Do you mind if I sit in here? It's just that there are no other compartments, and I don't want to be with my family right now.' Malfoy turned around to find Lily Potter standing behind him, a large grin on her face. When she saw it was him, her face fell slightly. 'Oh. Sorry. Umm, never mind' she said awkwardly, backing out of the doorway.

'D-d-don't go' Malfoy stumbled out quickly. He looked at the floor as he continued, horribly aware of his reddening face. Which, he realised a little late, she wouldn't be able to see behind all the makeup anyway. 'I'm sorry, about, you know…earlier. Shouting at you. That was wrong. I was just… angry…and' Malfoy chanced looking up, and saw that Lily has stopped and was now staring at him with a slight smile playing on her lips.

'That's alright. Actually I wanted to find you. To apologise for my family's behaviour. They're being gits, but I just wanted you to know that I have nothing against you.'

'Umm, do you want to sit down?' Malfoy asked awkwardly, hiding his pleased smirk. Lily perched herself on one of the seats opposite, and smiled politely.

'And I'm positively furious that Matthew took part in that little stunt' Lily raved. Now that she had started she seemed to be on a role.

'Matthew?' Malfoy asked.

'My boyfriend.' Lily answered. She could not help but notice that Malfoy's smile faltered slightly when he heard this. 'Yeah, he's not usually like that' she continued. 'I think he's trying to impress my brother or something.' She said trying to dismiss him as something small. For some weird reason Lily was finding herself worried about upsetting him.

Lily stopped talking abruptly, suddenly aware that she was monopolising the conversation. She waited for Malfoy to respond to her embarrassing tirade, but he was just staring at her with an unfathomable expression upon his face. Lily turned away from his probing gaze, cheeks burning slightly, to look out of the window.

After Lily's little monologue the tension in the room seemed to dissolve away. Lily showed Malfoy how to get rid of the makeup, confessing that she was the one who had came up with the spell in the first place, and had taken to practising on her two brothers. Malfoy laughed out loud at the picture in his head, and Lily couldn't help but smile back, aware that this was the first time she had ever seen him so happy. She had a feeling that he had no friends in his house, and nowhere else would accept him. Just thank his green and sliver robes.

When the food trolley arrived a little later, Lily found herself trying to buy the entire trolley under the influence of her rumbling tummy.

Lily sat the rest of the journey talking, giggling and eating with a boy she had only ever said hello to a handful of times before now. It was the best time she had ever had upon the Hogwarts Express.

The train juddered to a stop, and the two prefects looked up in shock, neither having realised that the sun had dropped almost an hour ago, and that they had finally reached their destination.

Lily left Malfoy and hurried back to her compartment to grab her belongings and shove on her robes. As she heaved her trunk down of the train, trying to balance noodles cat basket on top of it, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at her family. Couldn't they have just grabbed it for me?

Grumbling, she managed one last heave, and her trunk slid off the train, and bounced down onto the platform, leaving a large dent in the side. Looking up, she cursed; the rest of the students were already waling up the hill, loading into the air drawn carriages. Lily tried to futilely run and catch up, but her heavy trunk was making that near impossible, and after stumbling on a large rock, she found herself landing on the floor, face first into a muddy puddle.

'Well, that's just great!' Lily fumed angrily, letting the brown muck dribble slowly out of her mouth. Gritting her teeth, she tried to push off her trunk, from where it had landed on her back. With a final heave, she managed to push it off, and took in a huge gasp of air, up until now unaware that she had been having a hard time breathing under the weight of it.

Thinking the platform was empty, she received a huge shock as a pale white hand was offered to her. Looking up she saw Malfoy standing over her, a teasing grin plastered across his face. 'Having fun?'

Lily mumbled incoherently in return, and let him pull her to her feet. He laughed at her appearance, but the chuckles slowly died on his lips, when her look into her eyes. They really were beautiful. Brown, but with flecks of green throughout and a light golden colour encircling the wide pupils.

Malfoy took a step back when he saw a glint come into those eyes. A glint that he had already learnt from his journey on the train spelt trouble. With a manic grin on her face Lily threw herself around his body, covering him in mud.

'Thanks' he said sarcastically. He was hyper aware of how close she was, and could smell the soft scent of vanilla coming from her hair. All he had to do was lean his head down a little and his cheek would be resting...

Malfoy nearly fell onto the floor, as Lily wiped her hands on the back of his robes, and then turning, took off at a sprint down the platform. She didn't get very far, what with trying to lug her trunk behind her, and Malfoy zooming after her.

In no time at all, he had grabbed her around the waist, and, lifting her so her feet were hovering off the floor, begun spinning them around in circles. Her legs were flying out in front of her, and her head was beginning to feel woozy, when laughing greatly, Malfoy allowed her feet to touch back down onto the floor.

She turned around and smacked him in the chest, and couldn't help but notice just how toned it was. Lily stood there, staring at him, and then at his lips. How easy it would be just to lean forward now...

No! Instantly Lily felt ashamed for even entertaining such ideas when she was with Matt. Which reminded her: where the hell was he? Her guilt quickly changed to anger when she realised that he hadn't even waited for her. Why hadn't he been the one to help her up, too chase her down the platform?

But then, she asked herself, would she have enjoyed herself so much?

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