A/N-These chapters are writing themselves, don't be surprised if you get back online and have five new ones to read.

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We decided that the party would be held in some easily located location where teachers wouldn't catch us. Of course, it would be on a Saturday, so that we could finish all our leftover homeworks on a Friday and get over our hangovers on Sunday.

I suggested one of the empty rooms in the dungeons. There were plenty of rooms that I passed by when going to the Common Room. They weren't used. And teachers were never found in the dungeons at all.

My friends wondered why I was such a pushover to Potter and Black for the next two days. I whispered to them that there would be a party on Saturday. After that, they left me alone and on Wednesday, the whole Slytherin House knew that there would be a party.

It was amazing how gossip could easily be the form of invitation. That was one tick that was off the checklist for the list of things that we needed. People.

"Do you have your lot ready?" Black asked me while we were seated under a tree by the Lake.

I was with the four Marauders. Obviously, I was not in my comfort zone, being with the Gryffindor equals to royalty at school.

"My lot is informed," I told him. "Are yours?"

"All set and ready for Saturday evening," Potter said, not looking up from what he was doing.

"Now, al we need is to spread the word to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw," Black stated. "You can handle Ravenclaw, can't you? Me and Prongs will handle Hufflepuff."

"Don't you have an age limit?" Lupin said in concern. "Because I think you'd get in less of a situation if you only let people of fifteen and up in."

"Good idea Moony," Potter murmured, scratching something off the piece of parchment. "You can put up the age barricade by the door, can't you?"

"It would be my pleasure to keep little children out," Lupin said warily. I felt sorry for him, being involved when he so obviously didn't want any part of it.

"And the liquor?" Potter said nonchalantly. This was the part that put us off. It was such an effort to have heaps of alcohol into the school. It wasn't hard getting it, it was just hard hiding how much we had to get in.

"My brother will be 'visiting' that night and he'll be our delivery boy," I informed. "It won't be hard. Tommie can't get expelled when he's already out."

"You're brother was one hell of a guy," Black mused. "My idol and inspiration for breaking hell lose here at school."

"And my Quidditch hero," Potter looked up with a glint in his eye. "Why was he in Gryffindor and not you?"

"Why is Black in Gryffindor and not with me?" I said evenly.

"Fair point," Potter shrugged. I rolled my eyes. He was so annoying. I never did understand why girls liked him.

"Hey Alex!" someone called from afar.

I turned my head and smiled at the coming figure of Aaron Johnson. He was from Ravenclaw...three years ago. Just the same age as my brother and was one of his friends. What was he doing here?

"Aaron?" I asked in disbelief and elation. "Is that really you?"

I stood up and ran to him, warm in his arms. He grew...fit! His eyes...how I loved his eyes. They were a grayish kind of green. Sometimes, it looked green but sometimes it looked gray. I loved it. His hair would either be curly or straight, but would always fall into his eyes in a very sexy way.

I once saw him while he and my brother were swimming at our house. Trust me, he had a very lovely set of abs. He had a straight nose and pink lips. His complexion was fair and his skin was white. Plainly, and dully white. And I loved every bit of his look.

Today, he had his hair straight, and the bangs pushed at the side.

"Aaron! I haven't seen you in ages!" I beamed up at him. He was 5'11 you see, and I was only 5'5 or 5'6. "What are you doing here?"

"Damn Alex, I almost didn't recognize you!" he twirled me around while I complied. He looked on and observed. "You've gotten much much lovelier than the last time I saw you two years ago."

"Still haven't answered my question!"

"Visiting, what else? Oh, and my brother is in the Hospital Wing and mum asked me to check on him," he laughed. "You know him right? The little fourth year?"

"Tiny Tim?"

"That's the one," he grinned.

"It's so good to see you again," I observed him, and stared at his white and muscley arms.

"You too. Now what's this I've heard about a party?" he suddenly raised an eyebrow sternly.

"Where did you hear about that?"

"Heard it from Tommie. He tells me everything worth finding out."

"So what if we're having one?"

"That's bad for your health, you know," he tried hiding a smile.

"Oh yeah?" I said sarcastically. "Well I learned from you. You were the one who started introducing these parties to school."

"That I did," he said, reminiscing.

"How's Case?" I asked grudgingly. Case was his slut of a girlfriend with blonde hair and big boobs that were really stuffed and fake. "She all right?"

"Case?" he asked in bewilderment. "No. I broke up with her about a year ago. Not with anyone right now."

I pretended to be shocked. "Aaron Johnson? Not with anyone? Isn't that a surprise??"

He chuckled and looked over my shoulder. "Ah...I think your boyfriend is angry at me for stealing you."

I twisted my head to look at Black. "Black? No, he's not my boyfriend. He's just someone I need to plan the party with."

"He looks set to murder me," he mused, placing an arm on my shoulder. "Mind if I play around with you for awhile? Just to annoy him."

"I don't mind," I giggled loudly, making a show to get Black pissed.

"Prettier Alex, but still the same old Alex."

"Thanks."

We shared stories for an hour in the grass for everyone to see. We weren't doing anything really, but all of our stories consisted of very hilarious things, so we ended up laughing boisterously, slapping the ground with our fists. After the first five minutes, we forgot about Black and his evil stare, and we got lost in each other in conversation.

After the hour though, he looked at his watch and declared that Tim was probably wondering where he was now. After me a light peck on the cheek and a promise that he would be at the party with my brother, he dashed up the castle and disappeared behind the doors.

I was humming when I sat next the Marauders again, ready to continue where we left off.

"How many guys have you been juggling?" Potter asked in mystification. "How do you even hide each other from knowing? I mean, I see you getting sweet with Flint and then Black the next. Now you have someone out of school too?"

"You beat Padfoot," said Lupin in amusement. "Thank you for that. That would prabably bring down his ego for a few days."

"No," I told them, startled. "Aaron is just one of my brothers' friends. Came to visit his brother, who is ill at the Wing."

"Oh, I remember him," Potter laughed. " Aaron Johnson. He was the one who was completely oblivious to the girls all panting after him. Shame, he could have used that to his advantage, real loyal that one."

"Could we stop talking about Mr. Sensitive and Loyal and Sweet and Caring?" Black said surlily. "I've got other more important things to think about."

"What's your problem?" I asked in amazement. "He's not doing anything to you."

"I don't like that fellow."

"What did he ever do to you?"

"He stole my first girlfriend from me."

I looked at Potter in confusion, but he just shrugged. I said, "Who was your first girlfriend? I don't remember Tommie telling me about Aaron dating anyone younger than sixteen when they were in Hogwarts in their last year."

"You are completely out of it if you don't know who my first girl was."

I prodded my brain to itch with a bit of information. Nope. Still nothing. "You never had a first girlfriend. I don't think you've ever had a girlfriend."

"Are you turning mental or something?" Black asked in surprise.

I was about to answer when Lupin said, "That was a rhetorical question Alex."

"What he's saying is," Potter said impatiently. "You're his first girlfriend."

I stared at them blankly. "No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I never dated him here at Hogwarts."

"I meant my first ever." Black said with gritted teeth.

Ohhhhhhhhh...

"Aaron isn't stealing me. He's a friend. And even if he were, it's not called stealing since I'm not your girlfriend."

Black pinched the bridge of his nose. "It is so hard to get anything through your head."

"That's because you're not saying anything directly. Just spit it out. Why are you beating around the bush like a girl?"

"I have a confession to make."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I was watching you that Sunday when you were by the Lake, when it was raining."

I stared at him. "Right after I came down from the Astronomy Tower?"

"I followed you. You looked so sad. Prongs told me it was all right and then he told me that we could do that thing some other time."

"What?"

"Drop the Force Bomb."

"No, what to the other thing. What were you thinking when you followed me?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

I felt my blood run cold. "You heard me, and you saw me."

"It was the first time I saw you cry."

"Did you hear me?" I said through gritted teeth. "Did you?"

"Yeah," he said nervously. "I was about to come out and answer back but you stood up and walked back."

I blinked back tears.

My epiphany.

I forgot about it.

It was that I still loved him.

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