Author's Note ~

Fourth chapter: complete! And, even though this is mainly Rose and Scorpius, there will be chapters from the other characters point of views, just like this one. And this one is very important to the rest of the story's events.

This Lily is different from other stories' Lily's. She's a bitch. Plain and simple. But not completely incapable of feeling as you will read later in this chapter. Plus she's kind of a slut, something else you will learn in this chapter. I hate how most Lily's are sweet and adorable, and I hate perfect characters. The Potter family couldn't be a perfect, happy family, now, could it? That's just not how it works for Harry Potter's life. But, anyway, my version of Lily is really important to the story, so I'm sorry if it disappoints some of you. After you finish reading, review and tell me what you think.

Charlie - I love him. I really do. I don't know why, but he just has this charm about him that makes me love him. And just like Lily, he plays a major part in the story too, which is unusual for such a small character.

Okay, well, I'm done! Enjoy!

The Secrets, Lies, and Notes of Rose Weasley

Chapter 4 ~ The Eighth-Month Anniversary

Lily's P.O.V.

I rolled my eyes as soon as I saw Charlie Finnegan (my Ravenclaw boyfriend of six months – actually, seven months as of today) walk through the Dining Hall doors, search for my auburn head, and make his way to the Slytherin table where I was sitting with my best-friend Kate Newberg (not that much – at least she thinks we're best friends) with a big, silly grin on his face.

It really wasn't that bad of a face. Those charming dimples that always made the girls swoon; big blue eyes that you can get lost in; messy, yet perfect dusty brown hair that falls just above his eyes in such a god damn sexy way; those toned biceps and abs and quads (but not too big – just right) that are the bonus to being Ravenclaw's star beater. Aw, who am I kidding? He was one of the hottest guys at Hogwarts.

But that was the problem. He was one of the hottest – not thee hottest.

I sighed, and let my gaze roam the Slytherin table until I found who I was looking for – Scorpius Malfoy. Merlin, that boy (ahem, or should I say man; that guy is far from boy, if you know what I mean) was Hogwarts' own personal sex god. Nobody else compared. Not even Charlie. It was like his body was carved by the gods, and given to this school as a gift. Those eyes… They were so mysterious, and had you begging for more. And those biceps? Dear Merlin, they're bigger than Charlie! I could just stare at him all day, not caring who caught me…

"Happy Eighth-Month Anniversary, Lily!" Charlie's voice (something that had been getting more annoying the longer I was with him) snapped me out of my reverie and forced me to tear my eyes away from Scorpius Malfoy, who was sitting with his friend Cameron Goyle (who was eyeing my cousin, Roxanne, which raised suspicion inside me.)

I looked at him, blinking stupidly and trying to comprehend his words but finding that hard to do. Staring at Scorpius for too long tended to mess me up, and I was trying to cut back but it was just so tempting! Especially when we are in the same house, for Salazar's sake! "Er…what?"

And this is the annoying thing about Charlie – he'll smile at anything, and everything. Anyone can insult him, make fun of him, do anything to him, and he'll just stand there, smiling like an idiot, as if it's all just some big joke. I could kick him in the you-know-what's, and he would probably still be smiling, maybe even laugh!

He thrust a bouquet of lilies towards me, his cheeks blushing a bit. "Happy Eighth-Month Anniversary, Lils," he said, slipping into the empty seat beside me.

I took the flowers, swallowing the sigh that I almost let out (I really hated lilies; and boys, for some odd reason, always thought giving these flowers to me just because of my name was a good idea), and glanced at Kate who was smiling at the two of us. Ever since I can remember, she's always thought we looked so cute together. It was weird, because I for one thought my hair and his always looked odd together. However, Scorpius' white-blonde hair and my long, shiny auburn hair… Now that would be hot.

"Oh, shoot, Charlie," I said, my eyes widening. "I feel just horrible! Today's our eighth-month anniversary? It completely slipped my mind… I've just been so busy with everything…! Homework, Prefect duties, Quidditch, and all of the extra work I've been doing… I just…"

He cut me off with quick peck on the lips (which, I really didn't mind at all actually; however much he annoys me – his cologne that I just a got a big, hearty whiff of, for example - his kisses were always a pro.) "No big. I don't mind at all. Being with you is a good enough present for me," he said, smiling sweetly.

I almost busted out laughing. Really, I did. That had to be the cheesiest thing I had ever heard in my entire life! We've only been going out for eight months, and already he's acting like a corny guy from a muggle movie whose building up to the moment he tells the girl that he's in love with her.

Aw, shit.

The realization hit me like a stunning spell.

That's exactly what was happening.

I smiled weakly at him, and tried to turn back to my lunch but he slipped his hand into the one that had been reaching for my sandwich and intertwined his fingers with mine, forcing me to look at him. "I have something planned. For tonight. Something special, just like you said you wanted our eighth-month anniversary to be. But it's a surprise, so meet me by Barnabas the Barny at nine tonight, okay?"

Special? That's what I wanted when I still thought I was in love with you – five months ago! "Uh, ya, I don't think…"

"Great, I'll see you then, Lils." He pecked me again, and was up and gone in seconds before I could open my mouth.

I growled, snatched my sandwich off the place, and began chewing it angrily while Kate watched me with wary eyes.

"You alright, there?" she said timidly. I wasn't that scary, was I? "You look a little…peeved."

I snorted. "Peeved? More like pissed off. Annoyed. Scared as hell." I threw my sandwich back on the plate, suddenly losing my appetite. "He's going to tell me he loves me, Kate. Loves me."

"And?"

I narrowed my eyes at her, ignoring the short envy that I felt when I saw her perfect, long blonde wavy hair. "And? I don't love him! What am I going to do when he declares his undying love for me and I can barely admit I even like him anymore?"

She shook her head, delicately setting her glass of pumpkin juice on the table before folding her hands in front of her and looking me seriously in the eye. "Are you really asking me what you're going to do?"

"Well, no fuck I am!" I practically screamed, angered by her idiotic question, but I managed to let it out as a very loud whisper that a few people who were within earshot heard.

But she looked unfazed by my language and continued to look me in the eye. "Is the Lily Potter really asking someone else what to do? Really? Come on, Lily – when have you ever had a problem with anything?"

I fell silent, realizing how stupid I sounded actually asking Kate, out of all people, what I was going to do. Wow, I was really messed up today. I mean, what could Kate do? Nothing, that's what. She doesn't have anything close to the amount of brain cells that I do. I nodded, agreeing with what she said, and she smiled, as if actually proud of herself for something as simple as bringing my sanity back.

I smiled and stood up. "You're right, Kate. What was I thinking?" I laughed, shaking my head at myself. "Okay, well I'm off! I've got Arithmancy in six minutes, so see you in Trans later?" I said, and headed out of the Dining Hall with a new spring in my step.

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I flounced into the Slytherin Common Room after dinner with Kate by my side, both of us smiling sweetly at our fellow fifth years, our hair bouncing healthily around our shoulders, and we took our usual spots on the couch by the fireplace.

"So have you decided what to do about Charlie?" Kate said, after winking flirtatiously across the room at a brawny sixth year.

I rolled my eyes and flipped my fruity-smelling hair over my shoulder. "No, Kate, I have not. And I have only an hour or so to figure it out! Merlin…maybe I should just…I don't know, not go…"

She sat up straight, alarm etched across her face. "Uh, no! You can't do that! You can't ruin it with him, not unless you've got a backup somewhere in the background. Come on, Lily, you don't even know if he's going to declare his love for you."

I snorted. "Er, right, Kate. Why wouldn't he? I mean, we've been together for eight months as of today, and, hel-lo, this is me we're talking about – of course he's going to declare his love for me."

"Look, just go, okay? And every time he tries to tell you, cut him off with a major make-out session or food or something of the sort – a guy's two favourite things."

I grinned. She was right (which was actually pretty surprising.) If I could just predict when he was building up to the moment, I could know just when to stick my tongue in his mouth… I mean, all these years of Divination have to have rubbed off on me somehow, right?

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My footsteps echoed and bounced off the walls as I creeped through the corridors of Hogwarts under the Invisibility Cloak that I'd stolen from Albus last week when I had to sneak out to the Astronomy Tower to meet some fifth year Gryffindor for a late night make-out session (and what's pathetic is he hasn't even noticed it's missing yet.) My heart was hammering in my chest, scared for the night's events in my future. I had no idea what I was going to do, what I was going to say, if I couldn't manage to keep his feelings towards me quiet. I would have to break up with him, or at least stay with him for a little longer until Scorpius or someone else came along.

When I reached the corridor next to the one I was supposed to meet Charlie in, I stopped, peeked around the corner, and saw him standing there, with the usual grin plastered onto his face as he waited patiently for me to arrive. My stomach jolted, and I knew I was going to be sick… I could feel it.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the cloak off and shoved it into my right boot, took a deep breath (inhale…one…two…three…four…exhale…), and then walked with as much confidence I could muster up towards him. His smile grew ten times larger (if that was even possible.)

I faltered when he hurried to meet me halfway, knowing a kiss was on the way, but, ignoring the butterflies (and not the good kind – you know, when you're excited for something, not dreading something) fluttering wildly in my stomach, I regained my posture quickly and met the kiss without hesitation, hoping this would keep that confession at bay.

"Come on, I have something to show you…" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear, and pulling me towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barny, squeezing me hand affectionately. Sadly, this did not have the same effect that it did a few months ago, which actually made me feel something akin to guilt. But I brushed it off when I realized where we were.

Barnabas the Barny… It was the tapestry that hid the Room of Requirement. But how could he know about it? Only the Weasley and Potter families (and a few family friends) knew of the secret room. I shook my head, guessing he had probably just stumbled across it just like my Uncle Neville (or Professor Longbottom, like I was supposed to call him during school – but outside of school, he was like another Uncle to me) had in his fifth year.

"Come on." He grinned giddily (reminding me of an excited toddler that was about to get ice cream for good behavior) and dragged me in through the door after walking past it three times.

My mouth fell open. As much as I wanted to get out of here, I didn't. This room was amazing, so romantic and perfect. It was painted with warm colors, and filled with red and white and navy furniture, some of which that were covered in blood red and creamy white rose petals. A comfortable loveseat was sitting across from the fire that was burning brightly on the wall; a table set for two with flickering cream-colored candles as the centerpiece. I was speechless – I really had no idea what to say to him.

"Charlie… This is… Wow," I breathed, eyes wide, drinking in the beautiful room.

I felt him slip his hands around my waist from behind and rest his chin on my shoulder. "Just like you…" he murmured. "Happy Eighth-Month Anniversary, Lily."

My heart skipped a beat, something I had been missing for awhile, and I turned around, making sure he held onto my waist the whole time, and looked him in the eye, surprised by the obvious love I found in them. I gulped, glancing quickly at his lips as I did.

And then we were kissing, and it felt like back when we first started dating. I felt a shiver run down my back, and I found myself trying to get closer to him even though we were already as close as possible.

He pulled back, much to my unexpected disappointment, and looked me in the eye. "Look, Lily, this is our eighth-month anniversary, and I want it to be special, just like you wanted," he said, his cheeks blushing a little. "And…And I have to tell you something important."

I froze. Shit! He was going to ruin this.

"I…I love you, Lily," he said, staring at me intently, anticipating my reaction.

And I'm pretty sure he never expected this to happen.

I stared at the reeking vomit that now covered his t-shirt. I could almost make out what was it was made up of, but I didn't bother. I looked up in horror at Charlie, who was holding his breath and trying his best to look anywhere but his shirt. "Oh, my god… I'm so sorry, Charlie!" I said desperately, my hands hovering awkwardly above the vomit, wanting to wipe it off but not wanting to touch it. "I…I don't… Shit."

"I-It's…It's alright. I have other shirts," he said, his voice strained, and I could hear a slight nervous laugh somewhere.

"Merlin, Charlie! I just puked all over you! Don't laugh!" I cried, looking around for something to clean it off. "Oh, I feel horrible… I can't believe this… Stupid, stupid nerves…" I muttered under my breath, while I wiped off the vomit with a towel I found laying on the table, trying to hide my disgusted face.

"No… No, Lily…" he said, trying to stop me from cleaning his shirt, but due to my OCD, I couldn't just stand there with a puke-covered shirt in front of me – especially since it was my puke on my boyfriend's shirt! "Lily! Stop! It's alright, really. I can just…change when I get back to my dorm."

I gulped, realizing just how undeserving I was. I had this perfect boyfriend wrapped around my little finger, and I just puked over him on our Eighth-Month anniversary after he told me he loves me. And the worst part was, I could barely feel anything close to like-like anymore. "I'm a horrible, horrible person…" I said quietly, and then more loudly, "I'm sorry, Charlie. But I think…"

He cut me off by placing a finger on my lips, and smiled that nervous smile that used to send my heart into a frenzy a few months ago. "Shh, come on, let's just go. I'll walk you back."

I sighed, but consented with this plan, letting him walk me back and kiss me goodnight at the wall to the Slytherin Common Room. Guilt and dread for the next day filled me as I walked glumly to the Common Room, but it quickly left me when I saw a hunky sixth year sitting with a few of his friends by the fireplace.

Wanting to forget everything – the guilt that I shouldn't be feeling, the puke-covered shirt that was probably being thrown into the laundry for House Elves to take care of, my unreturned feelings for Charlie – and just gain my usual self back, I walked confidently towards the boy, swaying my hips; bent towards him, making sure my shirt that was left unbuttoned at the top four revealed some cleavage as I whispered seductively in his ear. He nodded enthusiastically, jumped up, and followed me out of the common room while his friends wolf whistled after us.