A/N: So I've given up on writing drabbles. They're now mini-oneshots. I've no idea who I'm putting up tomorrow, but it's possibly looking like Fred. No ideas yet for Dominique and Victoire and Roxanne. Any thoughts?

5) Lily does not appreciate being babied for being both the youngest and the only girl of her parents' children.
Her entire life, Lily had been babied and held back from things her brothers, and even her cousins, got to do. Play quidditch with Molly and the boys? Hah, no. "Too dangerous!" Mum said. "You can get hurt!" Dad said. "Your parents are bonkers, but they'll kill us if we let you," Bill and Charlie said.

As Lily had expected from the get-go, being denied playing quidditch was nothing to wanting to date boys. Dad said flat-out that he would hex any boy who thought he was good enough for her, and Mum tried to sit her down and talk to her about how boys would say they loved you, but actually only wanted one thing.

It was enough to make her sick.

Lily complained to her parents about how they weren't treating her like the young adult they claimed she was, and they responded by ignoring her or yelling. She complained to Grandma, who said it was only normal for a girl to want to date, but felt that it was Mum and Dad's decision as to whether or not she would be allowed to have a boyfriend. She complained to Fleur as well, and Fleur sympathized greatly, but she was too busy trying to keep her own daughters from going crazy (one over boys, and one over her hatred of the entire planet) to be able to help Lily much beyond being a understanding ear.

One night in her fifth year, a few months after her sixteenth birthday, after yet another argument (via letters) with Mum, Lily stalked the hallways, muttering curses under her breath and hoping somebody would pick a fight with her so she could vent some of her anger out on them.

What she found was Scorpius Malfoy, wandering the halls and looking entirely too calm and happy for Lily's tastes. She glared at him with all her strength as she passed him, and to her angry pleasure, he stopped and stared at her as she stormed by him.

She was not pleased, however, when he jogged to catch up with her and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

Lily, already far beyond thinking rationally, grabbed his tie, pulled it down, and pressed her lips to his.

"Potter-?" he asked as soon as she let go to take a breath, confusion written plainly across his face.

"Shut the hell up. Shut up!" Lily released her death grip on his Slytherin tie without totally letting it go, and glanced around for a less-open place. Malfoy, gaping and obviously at a loss for what to do, docilely followed her as she dragged him to an alcove hidden behind a tapestry.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and she divested herself of her outer robes. She didn't answer verbally, but instead ran her hands through his long, silky blond hair and pressed herself up against his fit, deliciously toned body.

"Stop talking," she murmured against the corner of his mouth.

He followed her order, and pushed against her until she was pinned up against the wall and lifted her so her legs wrapped around his waist. Their kisses quickly turned from warm and soft to hard and wet, and somewhere along the line, both of their ties went missing, and Lily's blouse was unbuttoned down far enough for Scorpius' mouth to go wherever he pleased.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed into her ear, as one hand slipped up her thigh under her skirt and fingered the elastic of her underwear. "Say the word and I'll stop."

Lily leaned her head back against the wall, chest heaving, and she made an attempt to get her breathing under control. Scorpius leaned his head against her shoulder, and pressed small kisses to her collarbone.

"Whatever you do, don't stop," she managed to say, finally, when she was sure she was coherent enough to talk. "Just don't stop."

Looking back on the encounter, Lily was sure that her first time could have been much better than a transfigured mattress hidden inside an alcove behind a tapestry in the middle of Hogwarts, but at the same time, she was sure that anything else would pale in comparison to the adventure- and the boy- she had experienced in that one night. Scorpius had been amazingly considerate, had made it as pain-free as he could manage for an utterly inexperienced virgin, had treated her like the angel Dad insisted she was.

And had also apparently been hiding a crush on her for at least a year.

Lily decided, after hashing it out with many of her female cousins (Lucy excluded on the grounds that 'you know I can't keep a secret if people start asking!'), that while her parents would NEVER learn of how she and Scorpius got together, there was unlikely to be another boy who could be everything her dad expected of a suitable boyfriend for his baby girl, and yet still piss her parents off so badly that Lily was at risk of being grounded until she was dead.

Scorpius found the entire situation hilarious, and laughed so hard at Lily's explanation of why it was a really, really bad idea for him to meet her parents in private that she feared she would have to take him to the hospital wing for treatment for passing out from a lack of air.

He then turned the tables, and kissed her with so much oomph that he stole her breath away.

She couldn't honestly name another time she'd felt so sure of something being as good and true as Scorpius.