Of Mudbloods and Sex

(A/N: heyy all of you! i didn't expect so many reviews for the first chapter - to all my reviewers, thanks!

sorry for taking so long to update. exams and a new semester and all... my play just went up and tonight's our last performance. Murder in the Cathedral by T. S. Eliot you know. hard work. i'll try and update more often, but give me time to write - if you want longer chapters, you may have to wait for maybe an update every one or two weeks. sorry again!

but anyway, on with the story! enjoy!)

Chapter Two - Mothers, Floo, and Cookies

Lily Evans opened her eyes slowly. She blinked confusedly at her surroundings before realizing that she had been transported to her bedroom.

Blimey… I don't remember coming back… unless…

"Mum!" Lily yelled. "Mum?"

A middle-aged lady came running in, her brown hair tied back into a messy bun. She had an apron on and was carrying a mug of something. Her anxious expression changed into a wide smile when she saw her daughter was awake.

"Lily! I was so worried – " She rushed over to her daughter's bedside, placing the mug on to Lily's bedside table and sitting down next to her. Lily interrupted her mother, face anxious.

"Mum, what happened? How did I get back here? All I remember was getting off the train… then Snape and then… J – I mean, Potter…"

Her mother looked at her confusedly.

"Potter? Who… Oh, do you mean James? He was there when you fainted, remember? He tried to revive you with God knows what spell, but it wasn't working. He got his friend – Sirius Black, I think, charming young man – to come fetch us. Then he helped us get you into the car. He seemed rather worried about you. Oh, Lily – I was so worried!"

Lily blinked, and before she could react, her mother was hugging the life after her.

"Oh, Lily! You had just passed out like a lightbulb and – oh, James was such a nice chap, helping us out – I can't believe someone would ever try to – oh, my baby's growing up!"

Lily looked at her mother's hysterical figure. Mrs. Evans took a deep breath, sitting up on Lily's bed and wiping what looked like a tear from her eye.

"Er… Mum? How did your line of thought go from 'I'm-so-worried-about-Lily' to 'my little baby is growing up?'" Her mom smiled, sniffling.

"You're growing up and facing the outside world, Lily," she said, hugging her daughter, a little less forcefully than before. "Getting cursed by others, going to live in a house by yourself, chasing after boys…"

"What?" Lily said, interrupting her mother once again. The expression on her face was one of horror. "Did you just say that I would be staying in a house by myself? And what about chasing boys?"

Why in the world would my mother think that of me? And… did she sound just a tad bit too proud at mentioning that I would actually be hunted down and cursed Lily watched her mother warily, wanting to see her reaction to her question.

"Oh, I forgot. Kirst has invited you to stay with her in her family's summer house for vacation. Here," she said, handing me a rolled piece of parchment. "It just came today."

"Today? Wait… Mother, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Er…" Mrs. Evans looked like she was holding something back.

"Mum…"

"Four days?"

"Bloody hell!"

"Lily Evans!"

"Sorry, mum. But three days, mum! That's almost…" Lily did a quick calculation. "… five percent of my summer vacation – gone!"

"Lily…" her mother said threateningly. This was why she was reluctant to tell Lily how long she had been in bed – she knew that Lily considered summer vacations as the best vacations of all, and prized every minute of it.

"Alright, mum." Her mother sighed.

"Lily, you should rest up. I want you to stay in bed, and – "

"Mother, really. I only fainted because I was in shock. I really wasn't hurt in anyway at all! If it wasn't for Potter, I'd be sliced into infinite little pieces. I'm fine, mum," when her mother looked at her daughter, horrified. "Never felt better!"

Mrs. Evans gave in, shaking her head. "Alright, dear. But I want you to take it easy. And don't forget to reply to your friend!" she called as she descended downstairs. Lily sighed, leaning back onto her bed's headboard. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

It was – for lack of a better term – weird for her. Her mother, coming up with ideas that were so out of proportion. Imagine her, Lily Evans, running around like a lunatic, chasing boys. Preposterous! Unimaginable! And her mother's underlying message… what was it? Lily didn't understand, and she found herself thinking of the events that happened at King's Cross.

James… saving her?

Her thoughts whirled, and she sighed.

Great, just great. James has to go off and save my arse, and now I'm going to have to thank him sooner or later. Lily sighed again. Meddlesome prat. I wish I didn't have to contact him so much. Maybe he'll transfer to a different school during the summer, Lily thought hopefully. With this thought, she got up and brushed her hair. She chose a really casual outfit – a cami and a pair of shorts, since it was warm today – and she sat on her bed, brushing her hair.

If there was one thing that Lily was proud of, it was her hair. She liked the way it always seemed to change colors depending on the lighting, the way that it responded so well to all muggle contraptions that helped style her hair. She never had problems straightening it or curling it, nor did she have any trouble putting her hair in different styles. She smiled happily as her hair became smooth and sleek under the comb, the sunlight bouncing off it.

After she was done, she felt completely relaxed and at ease. Her hair shone, and she bustled about, making her bed and cleaning up. She noticed that her trunk was at the end of her bed and that, when she opened it, someone had rifled through it, trying to find a pair of pajamas for her. She smiled ruefully and got to work – reorganizing her closet, leaving her magical supplies in the trunk, and locking it with a simple charm just in case some muggle walked into her room.

When she was done, she looked around her room contentedly, and flopped onto her bed again.

Home at last, she thought.

She got up and walked over to her desk and sat down with the letter, ripping it open as she did so.

Lily,

I heard about your accident and you've got Ro and me in a huge twist. Are you alright? And – may I just gasp right now – you were saved by the James Potter?

At this, Lily frowned, wondering how Kirst could possibly know about her little incident with Potter.

We want to know details the moment you get over here.

Oh, right. Ro just chastised me for not explaining further what here was. Here is… the house my mum and pop rented for the summer! Ro's parents already agreed the moment she got home, so she arrived yesterday.

The best part? We're living alone

Lily grinned. Alone? In a house? With her two best friends? This was going to be an awesome summer.

So hurry up and ask your mum, you prat. I know you well enough to know that you're just sitting there daydreaming about coming over. Now hurry up – we've seen a couple of hot blokes around here. I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out, now will you?

With love,

Kirst (and Ro)

PS: Go on! Ask!

Lily smiled broadly. A summer with her two best friends, a house, and hot blokes all around? This was going to be the dream summer vacation!

Lily hurriedly grabbed up her letter and descended the stairs, determined to persuade her mother to let her go. Unfortunately, on the way, she happened in her haste to bump into someone very hard and send them flying down the stairs.

"Lily!" an indignant, high-pitched shriek came from the body falling down the stairs and Lily winced.

Petunia.

"I'm sorry, Petunia," she said, descending the stairs. Petunia had landed on her bottom and was looking up at her sulkily. She extended a hand to help, which Petunia ignored.

Lily shrugged. "Suit yourself."

She brushed by Petunia briskly and entered the kitchen, where a wonderful aroma was arising from a pot that Mrs. Evans was stirring. Lily grinned and announced, "Mum? I'm going to Kirst's summer house!"

Mrs. Evans smiled widely and hugged her daughter with one arm while still trying to stir with the other. "That's wonderful, darling. When are you leaving?"

"As soon as possible! Can I go this afternoon? Please?" Lily begged, not wanting to waste the rest of her precious summer moping around the house.

"Now, Lily. You just unpacked. Why are you leaving so soon?" Mrs. Evans chided gently, sipping some of the soup from the stirring spoon. "Do you really hate us this much? And you haven't even seen your father yet. He's been worried sick about you."

Lily grimaced embarrassedly. She had forgotten about her father, in her rush to get over to her friends.

"Alright, mum. I'll leave tomorrow then." Mrs. Evans smiled, proud of her responsible daughter.

"I've got to keep cooking. Your father's returning soon. Shoo, so I can get it done."

Lily smiled and walked out, back into her room. She took a quick shower and set about packing for tomorrow. She packed some clothing, hair and make-up essentials, and her summer homework. Then she frowned and took her homework out again, and putting it on her desk. She knew she would have no time to do any of her homework, so she set about doing it now.

She had finished about two rolls of parchment on her Potions essay and had moved onto her History of Magic homework when the doorbell rang, snapping her out of her reverie.

"Daddy!" Lily squealed like a little girl, running down the steps and almost crashing into Petunia again. Another indignant shriek later, Lily had tackled her father, hugging him to death.

Mr. Evans chuckled and hugged his daughter back, patting her red hair. "And how's my Lily been doing?" he asked, releasing her from the hug and looking into her beaming face. "I hope you're alright now? I hope that rude boy hasn't done any permanent harm."

"No, not at all, father. My… friend shot a protecting spell at me before the curse hit its mark." Lily's one-hundred watt smile dimmed down to an eighty-watt when she hesitated at mentioning James.

What is he to me now? Lily wondered as her family sat down to dinner and proceeded to chat. A friend? Certainly not an enemy… he did save my skin. I guess he could be an acquaintance of mine… I could give him that chance.

"Lily? Lily!" Petunia waved her hand impatiently in front of Lily's face, scowling. "Get your head out of the gutter and pass me the salt!"

"Petunia!" Mrs. Evans cried, ruefully. "Why can't you treat Lily better? She is your only other sibling, you know."

Petunia sniffed.

"I will not consider any… freak a sister of mine!" she muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Lily heard and, though her stomach dropped, she scowled and was about to whip out her wand when her father intervened.

"Lily, dear," he said pleasantly, unaware of the little glaring battle going on between his daughters, "When are you leaving for the Denwood's summer house? Your mother told me that you have decided to stay there for the rest of your vacation."

"Yes, father. I'm leaving tomorrow in the morning. By Floo, I expect," Lily added as an after thought.

"Floo?" Mrs. Evans asked. "Is that some type of transportation that wizards use, darling?" At this, Petunia scowled and started stabbing the cake sitting on her plate viciously.

"Well, not really, mum," Lily said, hiding a grin at her mother's question and her sister's reaction to her mother's interest. "I'll show you when I leave."

After finishing dinner, Lily excused herself and went upstairs, continuing her homework. She found herself restless after she had finished her History of Magic paper on the rights of half-wizard, half-beasts in today's wizarding society. After trying to do her Arithmancy a number of times, she got up and went into her sister's room. It was an ugly shade of beige – like a rotten peach – and grabbed a few muggle magazines she found lying around. After sneaking back into her room, she opened one and grinned at the folly of muggles. She openly laughed at phrases like, "Miss Miss magic wand – makes your eyelashes fifty percent longer like magic!" and "Prom night – make it the most magical evening ever with rich, royal decorations of red and gold!"

Giggling away – and picking up good make-up advice along the way – she went through the first three magazines before realizing that she the rest of the house was dark and that she was the only one awake. She checked her clock before realizing that it was already two in the morning. Lily cursed under her breath, but not before yawning and stretching.

Oh well, Lily thought. I guess I'll have to pack quickly tomorrow…

She was fast asleep before her head touched the pillow.

Lily hurried around the house, packing last minute things into her trunk and checking her reflection in the mirror. She glanced again at the crumpled piece of parchment she held in her hand and sat down on the living room couch that faced the fireplace.

"What time did your friend say she would be by, again, Lily?" Mrs Evans asked as she watched her daughter run around like a frantic chicken, clucking and tutting her way around the house. Lily looked back down at the parchment.

"At around one in the afternoon," she replied, finally relaxing into the sofa. She was relieved that she was able to pack everything to quickly, and was also able to finish off her Arithmancy so that she only had half the homework load she had yesterday. She would bring it along with her – besides, it's not like she wouldn't have time to finish it all at the house.

At ten past one, Lily was starting to get impatient. She wanted to actually enjoy the rest of the summer, and here she was, having waited for twenty minutes in her living room, occasionally glancing at the clock and the fireplace, then at the piece of parchment in her hand. It was, by now, all wrinkled and Lily, realizing this, rolled her eyes and threw it into the nearest trashcan.

Suddenly, emerald fire exploded in her fireplace and two soot-covered figures tumbled out onto the carpet in front of Lily. Coughing, they stood up, only to have the breath squeezed out of them by a very excited and joyful Lily.

"Bloody hell, how long does it take you to Floo over here?" Lily asked, holding her friends in a death grip as they squeaked out their protests. Finally letting go, they pounced on her instead and tackled her to the ground, resulting in a tangle of giggling girls.

"Now, girls," Mrs. Evans said, coming in from the kitchen in an apron, "Don't hurt yourselves before your summer plans start. Would you like some cookies?" she asked, holding a container of freshly made chocolate chips.

Ro suddenly squealed and she lunged for the cookies, peeling off the cover and pulling one out. She smiled happily and started chewing.

"Well, at least you know that she likes your cooking," Kirst said to Mrs. Evans, laughingly. Mrs. Evans laughed as well, watching Ro gulp cookie after cookie down.

"Ro!" Lily cried, as Ro approached her tenth cookie, "Save some for the kitchen back at the house! We have all the rest of the summer to eat them all."

Ro hesitated, looking forlornly at the cookie she was about to stuff into her mouth. She sighed and placed the cookie back into the container, ignoring the grins on her friends faces.

As she stood up, Kirst and Lily moved Lily's trunk into the fireplace. Kirst opened a belt pouch that contained some light green, almost white powder. She reached in and took a handful, placing it into Lily's hand and accidentally pouring some onto the carpet. Mrs. Evans looked a little put off, but didn't say anything. Lily smiled at her mother apologetically. She knew how much her mother hated getting the house and furniture dirty.

"Alright, Lily?" Kirst asked as Lily stepped into the fireplace. Lily nodded and stood by her trunk, making sure that she was holding onto it securely. Ro walked over to stand by Kirst.

"We'll be there right after you," Ro promised as Mrs. Evans hugged her daughter goodbye.

"We're going to be Flooing to Kendrickson Hideaway, alright?" Kirst said, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. Lily nodded again and blew a kiss to her mother.

Standing up straight, she held her hand into front of her and opened it, letting the powder fall in front of her. Immediately, emerald flames surrounded her, licking her elbows with a warm tickling sensation.

"Kendrickson Hideaway!" Lily cried. And then she vanished.

(A/N: yay! i know, barely anything happened in this chapter, please excuse me!

next up: the Kendrickson Hideaway. and... the formation of the plan...

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