Rose woke up on a particularly bright morning a few days later and smiled at the sunlight coming in her small window. She could hear laughing and looked out to see Lily and Finn skating across the lake. Her hair streamed behind her as they took smooth strides back and forth.
“Rose! You up?” Hermione called from downstairs.
“Coming, Mum!” She called, putting a clean shirt and some warmer pants on. She padded down the stairs in her bare feet and smelled pancakes on the griddle.
“Morning Mum.” She said, giving her a hug. “Morning Dad.” She added, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“That boy will be over in a bit. Hugo went to go get him for breakfast.”
“That boy has a name, Dad.”
“Mark is leaving today, correct?” Ron asked, putting extra emphasis on his name.
“Yes, Dad. But he will be back on Friday, for New Year’s.”
“Guess you can’t win them all.” Ron said.
“Why don’t you like him?” Rose asked.
“I just don’t get a good feeling about him.” Ron said, ruffling his newspaper and raising it in front of his face, to end the conversation.
“Whatever you say, Dad.” Rose replied.
“What’s for breakfast, Mrs. Weasley?” Mark asked, as he and Hugo came in the front door. “Smells delicious.”
“Pancakes, dear. And bacon. Nearly ready.”
“Excellent.” Mark replied, sitting down next to Rose.
Lily giggled and Finn stumbled again.
“Don’t laugh!” He yelled.
“I’m laughing with you, not at you, Finny.”
“I’m not laughing.” He said with a smile.
“Now you are!” She said.
“Just show me that again.” He said. “I’ll get it right.”
Lily grinned and skated away, gaining a bit of speed before sticking her toe pick in and making a simple jump. “Now you try.” She called towards him.
Finn nodded, and mimicked her, this time landing flawlessly.
“You did it!” Lily said, rushing towards him and sliding in for a hug. Finn wasn’t ready, though, and the pair toppled over.
“My bad.” She said, blushing and picking herself up, then holding out a hand to help him up. Finn gripped her hand and pulled her back down. Lily shrieked, and then gave up and sat down with him on the cold ice.
“Now we’re even.” He said.
“Whatever you say. Just wait for my revenge.”
“Did you get a chance to talk to Dom?” he asked.
“She only got here yesterday, but yeah, I asked her a few things. But I think we got lucky—didn’t you see her and Rose at dinner?”
“What d’you mean?” Finn asked, brushing some hair out of his eyes.
“Rose wouldn’t even look at her! I think she’s mad that Dom didn’t tell her that her and Scorpius were dating.”
“But Dom doesn’t know that they are.” Finn said.
“Exactly! Dom doesn’t know to tell her, so Dom is acting like nothing’s different, which it isn’t, but Rose doesn’t know that, so Rose thinks that Dom’s being fake and therefore won’t talk to her. Now Dom can tell something is wrong but thinks that it’s something she did, but she doesn’t want to own up to it, so she’s not going to ask Rose what’s wrong, and is probably just hoping that things fizzle out.” Lily said, in one big breath.
“Girls are complex.” Finn said.
“But it’s a good thing for us in this case.” Lily said. “And I think that Rose might even be jealous that Scorpius has a girlfriend.”
“Good for us?” Finn asked.
Lily nodded. “Yes, Finny.” She sighed and put her head on his shoulder. “Very good for Operation Douchebag.”
Lily shivered and Finn wrapped an arm around her. They sat there for a moment, just resting, their hearts still pounding from an hour of skating. Lily began to play with her cocktail ring, and Finn sighed, remembering that there was someone else out there for her.
Suddenly, in that moment, he didn’t care. It was just a spell, and spells weren’t as real as the tiny brunette in his arms. She smiled and looked up at him, her eyes gazing into his, and he leaned down towards her, and she closed her eyes, and then—
“Lily! Finn! You want to play Quidditch with us?” Mark called from the edge of the pond.
The pair snapped apart and looked over to see Mark, holding a broomstick and the ball box, with Rose behind him, smiling widely. Scorpius and Al stood a few feet behind her, looking sullen. Lily never thought she’d see Al’s expression look like that when Quidditch was the subject. Dom stood on the other side, looking both amused and confused.
Lily stood up, cleared her throat and smoothed down her hair. What had just almost happened?
Finn watched Lily, trying to get a read on her, but for once, totally couldn’t.
“Sounds good.” Lily said, skating away without looking back.
The group arrived at the pitch Harry and Ron had built behind the lake and gathered in a circle. By now, Hugo, Luis, Victoire, Teddy, Molly, and Lucy had all joined them, brooms in hand.
“Most of these people have been here for two days and I still don’t know everyone’s name!” Finn whispered to Lily.
“It gets easier, I promise.” She replied, noting that he wasn’t acting weird at all. Maybe nothing
had almost happened.
“Well, if I have to meet one more person, I think my head is going to explode.”
Lily rolled her eyes, and turned her attention to Mark, who was talking.
“So we’ve got thirteen, which means that one side is going to be short.” He said definitively.
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” A voice came from within the trees.
“James!” Lily screamed, looking towards the sounds and then sprinting towards it. He laughed as she ran into his arms and gave him a big hug. “Mum said you weren’t coming until Christmas Eve!”
“Coach gave us a few extra days off practice. We still have to play on Christmas though.” He looked at the small crowd of teenagers—and Teddy and Victorie—and explained: “The big game.”
“Well you have perfect timing. We need a fourteenth.”
“So I heard.” James said with a smile. “Who are all these people?”
“Well, um, you remember Finn.” Lily said, taking James’ arm and leading him closer.
“This is Finn?” James asked. “You’ve grown up a lot in a year. Or has it been longer since I left Hogwarts?”
“Just a year.” Finn said, shaking his hand.
James smiled. “You two together yet?”Lily turned bright red. James didn’t notice. “And who’s this bloke?” He asked, turning to Mark, who seemed to dislike having the attention turned from him.
“This is… my boyfriend, Mark.” Rose supplied.
“Oh. I’ve heard a lot about you then.” James said with a wink. “And I know all you sorry lot.” He said, turning to the rest of the cousins. “Let’s play some Quidditch!”
A/N: So, I know, super short chapter. But it's all I have ready and I figured it was better than nothing! Hopefully I can kick my own butt this week and write down all the ideas that have been rattling about in my head for a few weeks! I promise this is all going to come to a very good end.
And I have been informed that Band-aids are called 'plasters' in the UK! What a silly name! I'm glad I have been informed, and next story, if it comes up, I will fully use the word. But for this story, I am going to stick to band-aid. Sorry for showing my absolute american-ness. And thanks to "Eleanor" for pointing this out.
Once, again, I am trying to respond to each and every little and big review, so go check it out if you've left one in the past:) And keep leaving them! Thanks for your feedback on Al's character development; I think I've made a desicion!
So yeah, R&R and be awesome! I will respond to whatever you say as enthusiastically as I can:) Oh, and I should have more time next chapter, so I will def do some shoutouts to the reviewers that are really being awesome!
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