This will be a story, and I think it'll be super sweet.

We'll see.....


P.S. I don't own it.

P.S.S Chapter one starts the summer before Lily's Fifth year.

Song listened to: All Summer Long- Kid Rock

"Lily hurry up!!!!"

I stopped brushing my teeth and glared at the door. "Use the other one." I shouted.

Al banged on the door. "I really need to go, and I don't want to walk downstairs!!"

"Fine!" I huffed. My brother was so impatient.

I rinsed out my mouth, put up my toothbrush, then turned to open the door.

"Finally!!" Al pushed me to the side, and slammed the door in my face.

"Your welcome!" I shouted as I walked to my room. "Stupid brothers." I added under my breath.

I entered my room and began looking through the summer clothes Mum and me bought the day before. It was quite hot outside, so I decided on a light blue Muggle tank top and jean shorts. I removed the tags off my new items and quickly dressed. I grabbed a pair of worn out sandals from my closet and slid them on at my feet.

When I turned to look at myself in my floor length mirror I almost gasped.

This was the first time I'd been able to wear form fitting clothing in almost a year and I hadn't realized just how much I had grown in to my body. Gone were the remnants of baby fat that lined my heart shaped face. My legs used to be long and lanky; now they were well defined. Hours of Quidditch practice helped me achieve those. I ran my hands along my toned arms, and over to the top of my chest. I turned sideways, and decided that I definitely didn't look half bad. My chest stuck out more to me than anything else. Literally it did. I never really noticed before in my baggy School robes. But then again: my chest only just showed up after Christmas break.

"Breakfast is ready!!"

"Coming Mum!" I shouted. I ran my brush through my hair, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Both of my brothers were already inhaling the bacon my mother put in front of them. James had his own flat but he usually came around two or three times a week for breakfast (or dinner).

I scrunched up my nose at them. "That's revolting."

They ignored me and continued eating with a hasty pace. I sat at my place, and grabbed a couple of pancakes from the stack Mum had placed on the table. I added a hefty dollop of clotted cream, and began eating my breakfast.

Mum sat and began slicing her grapefruit. "What time are you meeting Rosie?"

I swallowed the food I was chewing. "I'm suppose to floo over at nine, then we're going to take the tube in to London."

Mum nodded. "Do you have any Muggle money?"

"I've got about twenty quid." I told her.

"Here." She said. "I think I have a twenty pound note in my wallet." She pulled her purse from the back of her chair and began looking through it. "Hummm…all I have is a fifty."

I perked up. "That'll do."

She smirked at me. "Nice try."

"Harry do you have a twenty?" My father removed his head from behind his paper. And looked at her. "Hua?"

"Do you have a twenty?" She asked again.

"I think I do." Dad pulled his wallet from his back pocket, and handed her the note. She in turn, handed it to me.

"Thanks." I said, and I put the note in my pocket with my other money.

Mum scooped out some of her grapefruit, and chewed it slowly. "What are you girls shopping for?"

I took a sip of my milk. "My sandals are pretty worn out, so I thought I'd find a new pair."

Mum nodded, and pointed her spoon at me. "That looks good on you."

"They're perfect. Thanks Mum."

She smiled and both of us went back to our meals. Dad put down his paper, and drained his coffee in one gulp. He rose from his chair and went to kiss my mother, "I've got to go to the office, and finish some paperwork.." He told her. "I'll be back by lunch."

Dad sometimes has to go in on Saturdays; usually after he finishes a case he's been working on.

"I'll be in the study; I have a article due on Monday." She smiled her smile that she reserved only for dad. Even after twenty years of marriage, they still love each other deeply. Most kids my age would gag at their parents showing affection for one another. But I find it cute; I hope I can be like them someday.

Dad turned to me to kiss my head, but he stopped. "What on earth are you wearing!?"

I dropped my fork, and looked down. "Clothes?" I supplied helpfully.

Dad looked like he was going to pass out and then have heart failure, then maybe pass out again "It looks like you're wearing a tea cozy! I've seen doll clothes bigger than those!"

"Mum!" I wailed.

She looked at me. "I think you look nice."

James and Al were trying not to laugh, so I glared at them.

Mum looked back to dad. "Besides, I bought them for her." Then she fixed him with a look that clearly told him that the matter was closed.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish. "Fine." he mumbled. He kissed my head, kissed Mum once more, said good-bye to Al and James, and headed out the door.

Mum turned to look at my brothers. "What are you two doing today?"

James shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I'd paint my room. White is getting kinda boring. Plus Kim's coming over to help."

James's Muggle girlfriend. She still doesn't know he's a wizard…I hope I'm there when she finds out. That should be funny. She thinks he works in the Prime Minster office, when in reality he works for our Minster. She's in for a big shock if they get serious.

"I thought I'd stay here and play three-sixty." said Al. "Scorpius wants to play the new Halo."

I rolled my eyes. Scorpius Malfoy's Grandfather would have an embolism, if he knew he came over here to play video games. It's bad enough that his best friend is a Potter; but adding Muggle electronics to the mix would probably push him over the edge.

Al and Scorpius have been joined at the hip, since their first day at Hogwarts. Dad was uneasy about the whole thing at first, but after Scorpius came 'round a couple of times, and dad saw the type of person he was, he didn't mind. From what I hear, it was major gossip from the get go. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin hanging out together is a strange occurrence. Al reckons Scorpius should have been a Gryffindor since he doesn't get on well with most of his house members. He figures the only reason he ended up there was because he probably asked the Sorting Hat to put him there. Trying to keep up with the family tradition and all that.

"That sounds nice." Mum commented, but she frowned. "Shouldn't the two of you be preparing for your N.E.W.T.S.?

"Mum we've just left school last week! We need a serious break. I haven't let my brain turn to jelly since Christmas Holiday." retorted Al.

Mum shrugged. "Suit yourself."

I noted the time on the clock on the wall; it was nearly nine. I downed my milk, and took my empty plate to the sink. "Bye Mum; I'll probably eat Dinner at Rosie's." I began walking towards the fire place.

"Okay! Have fun" She shouted. The doorbell rang. "Could you get that!" she added.

I walked through the foyer, and to the door. I opened it…then I regretted it.

I squared my jaw. "Scorpius."

He nodded curtly and glared. "Potter."

We've disliked each other since day one. Actually, it wasn't day one it was more like day three. His first time over here after his first year, he and Al thought it would be funny to draw all over my face while I was still asleep. Needless to say, it went all downhill from there. Don't get me wrong, I guess he's a nice guy and all but we mostly just tolerate one another; we only speak to each other when necessary. I'm just his best friend's annoying little sister. It also doesn't help that he's a keeper for his house team; while I'm a Chaser. I've got to hand it to him though, he is a damn fine Quidditch player, I wouldn't be surprised if he made it Pro one day.

"Al's in the kitchen." I told him.

Normally he would just ignore me, and go raid our refrigerator. But for some reason he's just staring at me. For the briefest of seconds his eyes traveled down and back up. His expression softened.

I was so puzzled by his actions, that I forgot to glare at him.

He coughed. "Err…thanks." He swooped by me so fast that I didn't even have time to ask him what his damn problem was.

I closed the door and went to the fire place. I glanced back towards the kitchen, and shook my head.

I chucked my floo powder in and left in a swirl of green, pondering the idiotic traits of the male human.