The fact that Lorcan Scamander looked no worse for wear was something that Lily Potter was feeling increasingly resentful about. He was now smoothly talking to a square shaped wizard with an oddly shaped hat.

"The staring is creepy," Rose said in Lily's ear.

"I am not staring," Lily whispered forcefully.

"Lily I know I told you to get over Daemon and I'm sure Scamander was exceptional in bed," Rose said. "But you do not want to fall for him."

"That's never happening," Lily said firmly. "Never."

"Just saying," Rose said, with a shrug. "He's a dirty dirty whore."

"Shouldn't you be chatting up some ancient wizard with pots of money?" Lily asked, determined to get Rose off her case.

"I felt your need was more pressing," Rose said. "And that's saying something because campaigns aren't cheap."

"I know that Rose," Lily said. "That's why you should go flirt with moneybags over there and get him to turn over all his galleons."

"But how was Scamander in bed anyway?" Rose asked, her eyes moving over Lorcan's rather pleasing form appreciatively.

"Not having this conversation right now," Lily said with a grimace.

"That bad?" Rose asked, sympathetically. "You would think with all the practice he puts in-"

"Oh my Merlin! Rose!" Lily said. "We aren't talking about Lorcan Scamander."

"Oh wait," Rose said slowly. "Was he that good? Like did he completely blow your mind?"

Lily grabbed her cousin's arm and took her to a more secluded area. "Alright," she said. "He was brilliant. I don't know if it was because I was so drunk and have hazy memories but it was-" and here she took a rather deep breath. "Very very good."

"Better than Daemon?" Rose asked wickedly.

Lily just nodded mutely.

"Better than Scorpius?" Rose asked, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried not to giggle.

"No we aren't doing this," Lily said with a shake of her head.

"So he was better than Scorpius," Rose asked, sounding a little awed.

"I'm leaving now," Lily said pointedly.

"Well I bet Scorpius has gotten better now," Rose said, wisely. "It has been ten years. He's figured out this thing with-"

"No," Lily said firmly, with a shudder. "I do not want to know anything."

"So are you going to talk to Scamander?" Rose asked. "Or just find a broom closet and jump his bones?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Lily sighed.

"Well you have to talk to him," Rose said. "Set boundaries. Boundaries always become blurry after sex."

"Do I have to?" Lily asked unhappily.

"Yes you do," Rose said. "He's Scorpius's campaign manager. He's going to be around for a while."

"Fine but only after he's done with that square man," Lily said.

"You mean Max Buxley?" Rose asked. "Lily he's one of the most famous Erumpent wranglers in Europe."

"I'm sorry for not knowing all the Erumpent wranglers in Europe," said Lily snappishly, feeling that Rose shouldn't be bothering her about her general knowledge at a time like this.

"Go go," Rose said. "Talk to Scamander. And I'll avoid all broom closets."

Lily glared at her but made her way over to Scamander who was briefly unoccupied.

"Hello," she said awkwardly.

"Hey," Scamander said looking equally uncomfortable.

"Look about last night," Lily started, but didn't really know where to go from there.

"What about last night?" Scamander asked tentatively.

"Well it can't happen again," Lily said quickly.

Scamander let out a rather relieved laugh. "Oh of course not," he said.

"Well you don't have to sound so relieved," she said, a little affronted.

"Well did you want me to profess my love?" he asked, sounding entirely too amused.

"Definitely not," she said fervently.

"Then what's the problem?" he asked.

"It's just that-"

"You've never had someone who didn't desperately want you," Lorcan said, realization dawning on his face.

"What? No. I-" Lily stuttered.

"Look little Potter," he said, with knowing smile. "Last night was fun. But I don't want a relationship. Especially not with one of you lot."

"One of us lot?" Lily asked, rather offended.

"You know," he said, gesturing to the people assembled all around him. "The Potters, the Weasleys. You have to be very sure you want to get involved with them before you do."

"And what is wrong with the Potters and Weasleys?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he said. "Its just that you have to sign on for being followed around by the press pretty much all the time, getting pulled into family arguments that have very little to do with you but can have repercussions on the rets of the Wizarding World."

"Don't be ridiculous," Lily snorted.

"I'm being perfectly serious," Lorcan said, his tone rather belying his words. "You are a part of a very powerful family. A family that has on numerous occasions done great things for many people. And it's wonderful. But also ridiculously scary. If you want to get involved with a Potter or a Weasley you had better make damn sure you really do want him or her. Because you don't only date that person. You basically date the whole family."

"You have a lively imagination," Lily said dryly. "It's nice."

"Believe me little Potter," he said. "I'm a kid of a member of the DA. But Luna Lovegood isn't even one tenth as famous as Harry Potter."

"So you're saying that I'm just not worth the effort," Lily said, feeling unaccountably small.

"I'm saying that you're just not worth the effort," Lorcan agreed. "And besides I thought you didn't want to sleep with me again anyway."

"I definitely don't," Lily said quickly. "I'd rather sleep with a Manticore."

"Ouch," Lorcan said good-naturedly. "That's a bruise to my ego."

"Like your ego could ever be bruised," Lily said scornfully. "You have to be one of the most arrogant people I know."

"Right back at you," Lorcan said, a dangerous smile on his face.

"I am not arrogant," Lily said, stung.

"You're throwing a tantrum right now because no one's ever told you that they're just not that into you," Lorcan said. "I'd say we're both about as arrogant as each other."

"Have you ever seen a tantrum?" Lily asked quizzically, determined not to show him how his words affected her.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings little Potter," he said, sounding entirely unapologetic. "But it is what it is."

a/n: So I hope you like this. The next couple of chapters might take a while because I'e been working on some of my original stuff. I actually got the idea from someone who said I could make This Ain't A Scene a non-fanfic story. Except now that I'm actually doing it I pretty much have to change anything, including all the characterisation so it's pretty much an entirely different story just with the same core plot. Also I'm on a mission to read all of Georgette Heyer's romances before I leave for uni and I still have about 20 to go. So I hope you like this chapter. And do please tell me what you think :) Oh and a shoutout to that wonderful reviewer who gave me the most detailed review I've had in a while. It was most appreciated.