| ||Rating: 15+||Story Reviews: 133|
Characters: Lily (II), Rose, Scorpius, Victoire, OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Humor, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: Other Pairing, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, OC/OC
First Published: 2011.05.23
Last Published Chapter: 2012.03.23
Last Updated: 2012.07.18
Favorite Story Of: 152 users
| ||Advisory: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse|
Roxanne Weasley has been in love with Quidditch star Hilarion Winston-Fisher for quite some time. The only problem: she hasn't actually met him. But a chance meeting at a book signing might be the perfect solution. With a little help from her cousin Lucy and Hilarion's friend Perry, Roxanne is determined to make sparks fly.
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|1||A Little Madness
Lucy eyed her cousin. She knew about Roxanne's crush on the Appleby Arrows Seeker. All the Weasley women did. Roxanne's crush was, to the best of Lucy's knowledge, not at all based in reality.
|2||At First Sight
Roxanne only had time to shake her head when the back door suddenly opened, and there he was. She didn't blink, didn't dare breathe, until he saw her.
Hilarion had learned long ago that sunglasses and a hat pulled low over his eyes were only slightly effective in disguising his famous face. Sometimes it was nice to be famous, but it was even nicer to be able to go to a bookshop without women screaming when they saw him. He opened the door and ducked inside, and a woman bent over a box of books whirled around with a small scream.
Despite a half-hearted meditation session and two Floos to Perry, Hilarion had not calmed down a bit. His palms were sweating when he arrived at the tavern. Roxanne was already there, sitting at the bar, and he adjusted his tie as he approached. It felt like a noose closing around his neck.
Seemed damned unfair to both of them, thought Perry. Could anyone have devised a more exquisite form of torture? He doubted it. But looking at Hilarion's expression, hopeful and pleading, he knew he was going to have to do it, torture notwithstanding.
|6||Gesture of Love
He stepped past her and into the little flat, noting the floral scent of her as he passed. Her hair was damp and her face clean of any make-up; he must have caught her just after a shower. The thought made his body heat up, and he tried to ignore it. This was Roxanne's cousin. He had no business thinking of her naked and wet.
She threw caution to the wind and just had out with it. “It's like you're two different people. One day we're talking for hours, and the next you can hardly get a word out to me. If you're messing me about, fair warning, my dad could probably make even someone as famous as you disappear forever.”
|8||Love Lies in Ambush
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered standing there crying silently while he pounded on her door and called her name, and her heart broke all over again.
“He told you the truth,” Victoire pointed out. “And he never lied to you about who he was. He lied to Roxanne. But he came to you and told you the truth.”
|10||Bring Me Giants!
“I don't want to be friends,” he told her in a rush. “Well, I hope we'll always be friends, but I don't – I mean – I'm messing this up, hang on.” And he drew a deep breath before continuing. “Lucy. I don't want to be just friends with you.”
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