Intro note: I'm very sorry for the long hiatus ;_; I was working on a few other HP projects, but I also needed to take a break from this fic because of negative reactions to the last two chapters. I lost a handful of readers due to shipping and then I received an offensive comment about Scorpius's sexuality. This is all the more upsetting because many content creators (myself included) are on the ace spectrum.
When I first started planning this story, I knew that I wanted it to be a realistic depiction of what teens are going through today. Diversity is important to me – as are messages of compassion, open-mindedness, and acceptance of other people's differences. These kids are my babies, and I'm very protective of them. They each have their own character development to go through. One of the twins isn't heterosexual, which I reveal in this chapter. The reason I'm saying this beforehand is to prevent another Scorpius incident from occurring. I write for fun, but it also takes a lot of time and hard work to produce a chapter. Supportive comments encourage me to keep updating, while critical comments do the opposite. So please be kind and respectful.
Now that I've gotten that unpleasant topic out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fun, valentine's themed chapter xD I think we could all do with some fluff to take our minds off the pandemic. Stay healthy and safe!
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Clubs & Valentines
February 2021
*.*.*.*.*
Louis received a letter from the Headmistress during breakfast. 'Mr. Weasley, please visit my office at your earliest convenience to discuss an educational opportunity. The password is 'Artemisia Lufkin.'
"Did you get another love letter?" Molly asked, peering over his shoulder.
He shot her a look. "No. It's from Professor McGonagall about an 'educational opportunity.' Whatever that means. I barely have enough time for Quidditch practice and O.W.L revision. I can't take on anything else," he grumbled.
"Oh, I think I know what she's talking about!" She gave him a knowing smile. "Everyone on the newspaper has been sworn to secrecy, but it's all very exciting. You better sign up for it."
Louis frowned. "Will you give me a hint at least?"
"Nope. I'll let Professor M deliver the good news."
He tucked the note into the pocket of his robes, finished his food, and left the Great Hall. His D.A.D.A class didn't start for forty-five minutes, giving him plenty of time. Three younger girls greeted him on the stairs. "We can't wait for your match," one of them said. "Yeah, we'll be cheering you on," another added breathlessly.
Louis smiled. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." They blushed and he knew that was his cue to leave. "Please excuse me, ladies. I have an appointment with the Headmistress."
"Oh, no! I hope you aren't in any trouble," said the brunette, looking genuinely concerned.
"I'm not. She just wants to speak to me about classes. I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Okay. Bye, Louis," the trio chorused.
He waved before continuing up the stairs. Louis' popularity had increased with his height, and his cousins were constantly teasing him about his female "fan club." The only attention he truly wanted was from Lily Rose, although it would be a lie to say that he wasn't enjoying himself. Until now, he'd been overshadowed by his more outgoing cousin. Freddie was popular with blokes, but Louis had the edge when it came to girls. Molly was always encouraging him to go out on dates, and he was starting to consider it – if only to make Lily Rose take notice. Jealousy often made people realize their feelings after all.
Louis was still weighing the pros and cons of this plan when he reached the third floor. He gave the password to the gargoyle and ascended the circular staircase. Professor McGongall was sitting at a small table near the window, eating her breakfast. "Is this a bad time, professor? I can come back when you've finished."
"That isn't necessary, Mr. Weasley. Please join me for a cup of tea."
Louis sat in the chair opposite, feeling a bit nervous at the informality.
The Headmistress finished chewing a bite of toast. "I asked you here to tell you about a new exchange program for sixth-years. Magical schools from around the world will be opening up a limited number of slots for international students. I thought you might be interested in Beauxbatons since it was your mother's old school."
Whatever Louis had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Um, it sounds nice, but I can't leave my Quidditch team. I want to be a professional player, so missing a year is out of the question."
"You won't be missing a year. Each house team can send one player on exchange. You will be allowed to compete in tryouts for a starting position at whatever school you choose. And playing internationally will expose you to foreign scouts. Professor Fallow has informed me of your desire to play for the French League. Participating in this program could put you much closer to accomplishing your dream."
"Wow, that's… I mean, I'll have to think it over. It seems like a great opportunity though."
Professor McGonagall frowned. "I thought you would jump at the chance. Why are you hesitating, Mr. Weasley?"
"Well, I'd be starting over somewhere new. You said that I'd have to try out for a Beauxbatons team, but I have a guaranteed starting position here. And even if I make that team, what if I don't have any chemistry with the other Chasers? I might not fit in or even get along with them. From my perspective, it's a gamble."
"I understand your concerns, but these are the very situations that professional Quidditch players face in their careers. Learning how to compete on different teams – and with different players – is essential." She gave him a stern look. "Being talented isn't enough; you must have the mental strength to overcome any obstacle. The question is, do you have what it takes, Mr. Weasley? And are you willing to make sacrifices in order to accomplish your goals?"
Louis had always been confident about going pro, but hearing her words put doubt in his mind for the first time. "I don't know," he replied quietly.
"Going on this exchange will help you answer that question. Think of it as a test. If it doesn't go well, you can always choose another career path."
He shook his head. "But I want to play Quidditch, professor. I can't imagine not making it."
"Then shall I put your name down? It's not a binding contract – merely a place holder to keep your spot. The program requires a final decision by the first of July."
Louis let out a long exhale. "Okay. Put my name on the list."
Professor McGonagall smiled at him. "Excellent! This will be a wonderful opportunity for you, Mr. Weasley."
But going on the exchange meant that he wouldn't see Lily Rose for nine months. He'd miss her last year at Hogwarts. Quidditch or Lily… how am I supposed to choose between them? Louis left the Headmistress' office feeling defeated.
*.*.*
Lily Rose sat in her Muggle Studies class, doodling in her bullet journal. Professor Fallow was talking about cars, which got all the boys involved in the discussion. Freddie turned to her and said, "I'd love to learn how to drive, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, I am this summer. My dad is going to teach me. Want to tag along?"
His face split into a grin. "Godric, yes! Are you sure he won't mind?"
"Not at all. Daddy likes you."
Freddie looked pleased to hear this. "What are you drawing in there?"
She'd just finished inking a yellow VW bug: her favorite vintage car model. Lily Rose passed him the notebook.
"Look at you, little miss artist!" He started flipping through the pages. "This is amazing, Lils. You actually make class notes seem like fun."
She laughed. "They are fun! You should try journaling too."
"Nah, I don't have the patience or talent for it." When he got to her entry for favorite Netflix shows, he said, "I love Stranger Things! The 80s were – wait, what's that word they use? 'Bitchin'?"
"Yeah," she replied, smiling. "Have you seen any real 80s movies?"
"I don't think so…"
"We can watch some when you come over this summer. If you want to that is."
"Sure I would." Freddie met her eyes. "You know, I don't think we've ever hung out alone before. We're always with my cousins."
"That's true. It will be a nice change of pace."
Their conversation ended when Professor Fallow brought their attention back to her lecture. "Please take these notes down – they'll be on your quiz next class."
Freddie returned her notebook. "Can I borrow a pen?"
"Sure." When she held it out, his fingers brushed against hers, causing a little zing to pass through her body. She tried to focus on taking notes, but her mind was too preoccupied with the boy sitting beside her. Lily Rose's feelings for him seemed to grow by the day. It was all she could do to keep them hidden.
"Miss Potter has an announcement to make before you leave," Professor Fallow said, startling her out of her reverie. But she had no idea what to say… her mind had gone blank.
Freddie cleared his throat. "I can make the announcement, professor. I am the president of the Pop Culture Club."
"Very well. Go ahead, Mr. Weasley."
Freddie stood up. "Lily and I have decided to combine our clubs for a special event. We'll be reading the first Hunger Games book. The discussion won't be until the end of the month, so if you want to participate, sign the sheet posted on the blackboard and we'll send you a copy by owl post."
Professor Fallow dismissed them for the day. Five people were queuing up to sign as they left the classroom together. "Thanks for stepping in back there."
"No problem. I guess even you have your head in the clouds sometimes."
"Yes." Lily Rose avoided his gaze. "I've had a lot on my mind." Mainly you, she added to herself.
"Hmm, I know just what to get you for Valentine's Day!"
"Oh, you don't have to give me a gift." Although she certainly wanted one.
Freddie slung an arm around her shoulders. "I want to. And no pressure on returning the favor or anything."
"I'm making chocolates for all my friends." She smiled. "Yourself included."
He gave her a wink. "Thanks, Lils. I can't wait to eat them."
She could feel the heat rising up her neck. Lily Rose ducked away from him and said, "I'll see you later, Freddie. I need to use the loo before my next class." For Merlin's sake, don't talk about toilets!
"Yeah, see ya at dinner," he called after her.
Lily Rose disappeared inside the restroom. She went over to the sinks to splash some water on her burning cheeks. After using an enlarged handkerchief to wipe her face, she looked up to assess the damage. "Oh, you poor dear," the enchanted mirror tutted. "You must be in love."
Her eyes widened in surprise. Love. She'd purposely avoided using that word, but she supposed it must be true. Lily Rose loved Freddie, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it.
*.*.*
Molly went into the darkroom to fetch the photos she'd developed the night before. She was the Quidditch photographer/reporter for The Hogwarts Herald, a weekly paper that kept the students apprised of the latest news. She took the photos back to the Newspaper Club. The clacking of typewriter keys filled the large space as five students scrambled to finish their articles before the nine o'clock deadline. Her crush, Chloe Donahue, was one of them. Molly's stomach swooped with butterflies as the Slytherin fourth-year smiled at her.
"All right, Molly?"
She gave a nod. "What about you?"
Chloe's exaggerated sigh ruffled her wispy fringe. "One of the letters I received is giving me trouble. I'm not sure what to tell them." She was in charge of the popular advice column, 'Ask Chloe.'
"I can look at it for you," offered Molly.
"That would be great, thanks! I just don't want to tell them the wrong thing, you know?" Chloe held out the letter.
"I'll see if I can come up with something. You should take a break. Hector brought up some pastries."
Her light green eyes lit up. "Oh, did he? You're a darling, Hector. Thank you!" she called out, heading for the snack table.
The students inside laughed. "Yeah, you're welcome," the editor replied in a gruff tone. When there was a deadline, Hector Suarez was all business.
Molly sat down and started reading the letter. The person writing in had developed romantic feelings for their roommate, but they were too afraid to do anything about it. 'I don't want them to be uncomfortable around me. I'm not even sure how they feel about same sex relationships.' She could relate to this on a personal level because she'd faced a similar situation last year. Molly jotted down a few notes. 'Ask roommate if they like anyone. If they don't, bring up same sex relationships (or casually make sure they see the advice column to get their honest reaction). Chloe, also advise them about a potential homophobic response.'
Molly had received a few such comments over the years – some intentionally hurtful, others made out of ignorance. Bigotry was an unfortunate reality in the LGBTQ+ community. That's probably why so many teens from wizarding families chose to stay closeted while attending school. Muggle-borns were a lot more open (and less self-conscious) about their identities thanks to positive media representation and access to the internet. Witches and wizards had none of that available to them, and they were rarely taught about gender or sexuality either. This led to confusion and narrow-mindedness in the wizarding world. Molly knew it would never improve without activism. And as she sat there, an idea formed in her mind. Muggle schools teach sex education, so why shouldn't Hogwarts? She decided right then to start a petition. With enough student signatures and staff support, Professor McGonagall will have to allow it!
"Did you come up with anything?" Chloe asked, sitting on the edge of Molly's desk as she nibbled an apple fritter.
"Yeah. I hope it helps them make a decision."
Chloe read over her notes. "Oh gods, a homophobic response? They won't want to do anything if I say that."
"I know. They need to be aware of the possibility though."
"Poor kid… unrequited love is bad enough, but facing hatred on top of that?" Chloe shook her head in disbelief. "I can't even imagine."
Molly sighed. Guess that answers my question on whether she's heterosexual or not. Her disappointment only grew when Chloe picked up a photo of Louis celebrating a goal. "Your cousin is so gorgeous! He's not dating anyone, is he?"
"No, but Louis is a lost cause. He's already in a one-sided love with someone else," Molly said, trying to hide how upset she was.
"Really? With who?"
"Lily Rose Potter."
Chloe wrinkled her nose. "And why doesn't Miss Famous return his feelings?"
Molly gave a shrug. "Louis is like a little brother to her. He's been trailing after Lily since they were babies, so I suppose it's hard for her to see him as anything else."
"Well as sad as that is for Louis, there are plenty of girls who are interested." Chloe set the photo down. "He should really move on, you know? Find someone who actually cares about him."
"Yeah… I've tried talking him into dating other girls, but he's idealistic and set in his ways. Like I said, a real lost cause." Molly wanted to make it perfectly clear that she would not be playing matchmaker.
"That's such a damn waste." Chloe pulled her cotton candy pink hair into a ponytail. "Well, I better type up this reply," she said, hopping off the desk. "Thanks again for your help, Molly."
"No problem." She forced a smile. "Bye, Chloe." And just like that, her dreams were over. This had happened to her so many times, but it never got any easier. Will I ever find a girl who likes me? Molly wondered, blinking back tears.
*.*.*
Lucy frowned in concentration as she surveyed the chess board. There were several possible moves that she could make. Her opponent had been crowned King three times, but this was Lucy's first championship final. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes. After analyzing each countermove, she decided to take Rhys Owens' knight with her bishop. The Ravenclaw sixth year pushed up his black framed glasses and sent his rook to finish off her pawn. The match remained close as they took turns obliterating each other. Because this was a championship, the pieces were not allowed to offer advice. They had to rely on their own intellect to see them through.
Lucy knew that she was beginning to wear Rhys down once he started rumpling his shaggy brown hair. She'd been studying his mannerisms over the past year, and this is what he did when he got nervous. With some clever maneuvering, she managed to trap his queen between two of her pieces. Lucy sacrificed her rook in the process, but on her next turn, she sent her queen to eliminate his. With Rhys' most powerful player gone, the title was within reach. Don't get cocky, Lucy… keep cool and focus! His bishop and rook could still do a lot of damage. And as expected, he went on the offensive and got rid of her knight. They traded strategic moves, trying to break through each other's mental barriers. By the time Lucy took his bishop, Rhys was wiping the sweat from his brow. I have him! she thought in triumph.
Lucy would win this battle of wits and prove to everyone that she belonged in the Chess Club. She had faced a lot of opposition over the past year – with many of the members being outright antagonistic because of how she looked. Most of them were unpopular and dorky and they didn't want a "pretty little girl" invading their nerd space. But she would put an end to their sanctimonious bullshit once and for all.
Lucy sent her queen across the board. "Checkmate," she said, smiling as she met her rival's gaze. And to her complete surprise, Rhys grinned back at her, showing off the little gap between his two front teeth. He held out his hand. "Well played, Lucy! I'm thoroughly impressed."
"Thank you," she said, accepting his handshake.
Lucy heard someone groan. "I can't believe Princess Ariel beat you, Rhys." A Muggle-born boy had started calling her that because of her long, tomato red hair. The nickname had unfortunately stuck.
"We'll have to call her 'Queen Ariel' from now on," another chimed in. "Where's the crown?"
One of the nicer boys came forward, holding out a sparkly tiara. Rhys took it from him and said, "Allow me to do the honors." Her heart was beating fast as he set it on top of her head. A camera flash went off. Still in a daze, Lucy stood up and posed for photographs. Her cheeks warmed as Rhys draped an arm around her shoulders. The older Ravenclaw smelled like soap and clean laundry. She was disappointed when he let go of her a short time later.
"You were off your game today, mate," commented Jake Webber, one of her toughest critics.
"No, I wasn't," Rhys all but growled. "Lucy here played spectacular, and she bloody well earned this win! You lot had better stop giving her a hard time. I mean it."
Jake held up his hands. "Okay. Sorry, Rhys. We'll lay off."
Rhys glared at him. "It's not me you should be apologizing to – it's Lucy." He cast his eyes around the room. "And not just Jake, but everyone here."
Lucy was in a state of shock as the Chess Club issued their apologies. And then Irene, one of the few females members, came up to her. "I know we've never been friendly, but I'm proud of you, Lucy. You've proven that girls can be good at wizard chess too."
Lucy wasn't the emotional sort, but she felt her eyes smarting with tears as Irene gave her a hug. "Thanks. It'll be your turn next."
The younger girl grinned. "I hope so! Will you sit with me and my friends?"
Lucy nodded. "I'd like that."
House elves apparated inside the classroom, carrying trays laden with food and butterbeer. The Chess Club had a party after every tournament, although this was the first time that Lucy felt truly included. She found her eyes flitting towards the dethroned King every now and then. Sure, Rhys was lanky and nerdy, but there was something cute and sincere about him too. Not to mention that he'd always stuck up for her. Aisling and Lily Rose, who were in the same house and year as him, only had good things to say. That pretty much sealed it for Lucy. She liked Rhys Owens. But asking out the older boy terrified her. What if he says no? What if he doesn't take me seriously? Lucy had never suffered from self-confidence issues until now, and it was a very unwelcome sensation.
She went over to the refreshment table to get another butterbeer. That's when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Lucy turned and found Rhys standing beside her. "Hi," she greeted nervously.
"Hey, Lucy." He ran a hand through his floppy fringe. "Umm, so I was wondering if I could talk to you out in the corridor for a few minutes? It's a bit loud in here."
"Sure," she replied coolly, but inside she was doing somersaults.
"I know I already congratulated you, but you were amazing," he said once they left the room. "Really. I just wanted you to know that."
Lucy smiled at him. "I have something to tell you, too. Thank you for defending me today. For always defending me. I really appreciate it, Rhys."
"Yeah? I feel like I should have done more though." He frowned. "Your time in the club hasn't been easy, and for that, I'm sorry."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, you did plenty. Besides, I'm the sort of person who gets fired up when other people don't believe in me. It makes me want to prove them wrong."
Rhys grinned. "And you certainly did! To be honest, I believed in you right after I saw you play for the first time. I knew you had excellent potential. It's been a real privilege watching you improve this past year."
Lucy's heart soared with happiness. "That's a very nice compliment."
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I mean every word. I only wish I had talked to you sooner." Rhys exhaled. "That's why I need to ask you something important now."
"Yes? What is it?" she asked eagerly.
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me on Sunday?"
"Oh! But that's Valentine's Day."
"I know." He gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm asking you out on a date. So how 'bout it, Queen Lucy?"
She beamed at him. "I'd love to! And you know, I kinda like being referred to as a queen."
He chuckled. "Course you do. You were probably royalty in a past life, while I was just a lowly knight trying to catch your eye."
Lucy reached for his hand. "Well you succeeded in this lifetime." Rhys brushed a kiss against her knuckles, making her cheeks blaze with color. She cleared her throat. "And here I thought chivalry was dead."
"Not with me, it isn't." He twined his long fingers with hers. "I love medieval history – knighthood and all that. I find it fascinating."
"You'll have to tell me about it on our date then."
His gray eyes sparkled with excitement. "Yeah? I can get a bit long winded though."
"That's fine with me." Rhys could talk about medieval history in that sexy Welsh accent of his for hours and she wouldn't mind in the slightest. Lucy had finally won her nerd in shining armor.
*.*.*
Freddie looked around the sparsely occupied Great Hall. Most of the older students were celebrating Valentine's Day in Hogsmeade. His group of friends had chosen to stay behind – mostly to avoid all the lovey-dovey couples.
Lily Rose arrived a few minutes later with Aisling and Scorpius. She handed round little bags of heart-shaped chocolates. Then Louis used 'Orchideous' to conjure a bouquet of flowers. He held them out and said, "For you, Lily."
"They're so pretty! Thank you!" She gave Louis a hug with her free arm and kissed his ruddy cheek.
Freddie felt a traitorous stab of jealousy. The last time Lily Rose had been affectionate with him was on his seventeenth birthday – over two months ago now. He was usually the one to initiate contact, and even then, all he could do was sling an arm around her shoulders like a mate. He couldn't hold her hand in the corridors… or pull her close enough to feel her heartbeat… or kiss her rosebud lips and make her smile up at him. Why in Merlin's name did I have to fall for the same girl as Louis?
Aisling's question broke through his self-pity. "So, who here got valentines?"
"I did," Freddie replied. "Well, it's more of an invitation really. She wants to meet in the courtyard after dinner." He'd also received a hand-made valentine with the words: 'I think about you all the time' written in fancy calligraphy. But he wouldn't tell them about that one… it meant far too much to him.
A crease appeared between Lily Rose's eyebrows. "Are you planning on going?"
"Yeah. It would be rude not to." He took a sip of butterbeer. "What about you, Lils? Any confessions of love?"
"No. I think boys are afraid of me because of what I did to Adam."
Freddie knew this wasn't true. Lily Rose had plenty of admirers. Their avoidance was mostly due to her close relationships with the three boys sitting round the table. All the blokes he'd talked to believed it was only a matter of time before she chose one of her friends to date.
"Louis got loads," Molly broke in. "Chocolates too, but he won't eat them in case they're spiked with love potion."
Lily Rose immediately went into a rant about how unethical they were. "Freddie, I wish your dad would stop making them."
"I've tried convincing him, but he won't budge since they're best sellers. I don't like those bloody things either." Freddie had been a victim of one back in fourth year. He'd made a right arse of himself for a whole day until the effects wore off.
Selena wandered over to the table, covering a yawn.
"Did you just get up?" Molly asked the Ravenclaw.
"Mmmhmm. I didn't sleep well last night."
Freddie smirked. "Too busy thinking about your crush?"
"I don't have a crush." Her big hazel eyes locked onto his. "I was picking up on other people's feelings. Very strong, distracting ones. That's what kept me awake."
Heat crept up his neck. Is she talking about me? Godric's balls, what do I have to do to keep this batty girl out of my head?! He wondered if Occlumency would help, but then dismissed the idea because Selena was a Seer, not a Legilimens.
"Did you bring your tarot cards with you?" Molly asked.
"Of course. I'll give you a reading after lunch." Selena started piling food onto her plate. For such a little thing, she sure could eat.
Freddie and Louis chatted about Quidditch until Selena took out her cards. "Is there a question on your mind? Or do you want a general reading?"
"I want to know about romance," Molly replied.
Selena began to shuffle the deck. "I'll do a three-card spread. Those are best for a broad overview." She cut the deck into three piles. The first card she turned over was the Queen of Wands. "This card represents the current you. The queen is hardworking, inspiring, and supportive." Selena turned over another one. "The Sun forecasts a time of upcoming joy and growth." The last card was the Two of Cups. "A new relationship is on the horizon, but I can't say for sure whether it's romantic or not. The two of cups does indicate a kindred spirit though. This person will be very influential in your life."
Molly smiled. "That's good to know! I suppose you can't tell me when all this is going to happen?"
"There's usually a six-month window, but I'll let you know if I have any dreams about it." Selena started shuffling the cards again. "Would anyone else like a reading?" She glanced across the table at Louis. "Tarot can lend us wisdom in our time of need."
Louis averted his gaze from the Seer, looking very uncomfortable.
"Thanks for the offer, but we'll pass," Freddie answered for his cousin. "Louis, we should head down to the pitch. Is everyone coming to our friendly?"
"I am," Lily Rose replied. Molly and Aisling said they'd be there too, but Scorpius needed to finish an essay, and Selena was going back to her dormitory for a nap. The Weasley boys said goodbye and left the Great Hall.
"Selena wanted to give me a reading, but I know what I have to do," Louis said once they were in the courtyard. "She doesn't need to tell me."
Freddie shoved his hands into his coat pockets. "Asking Lily out you mean?"
He nodded. "I'll never be able to move forward if I don't say something." The wind blew through his layered, chin-length hair. "I need to hear her decision. And then I need to make my own about this exchange program."
"When are you going to ask her?"
"After I take my O. . I won't be able to focus if I do it before."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Louis glanced over at him. His deep blue eyes looked sad and vulnerable. "I don't think she'll say yes. I know it's hopeless."
Freddie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't think like that. Nothing's hopeless."
"But she wasn't even bothered when Molly told her how many valentines I got. All she did was rant about love potions. There wasn't even a hint of jealousy."
Freddie tried not to laugh. Louis might be taller, but he was the same sulking little boy. "Ranting shows that she cares. Lily isn't the jealous type though. Even if she were bothered, I doubt she'd show it."
"You think?" he asked, brightening a bit.
"Yeah, so stop with the bloody negativity! I want us to win today, which means that you need to be on your game."
Louis rolled his eyes. "That's all you care about, isn't it? Not my romantic crisis."
He mussed his cousin's golden mop. "No, you brat! How could I not care about your crisis? You're practically my little brother. I just want you to be happy." Even if it means giving up my own, he added silently.
*.*.*
Lily Rose couldn't focus on her Potions textbook. She was too busy wondering why Freddie hadn't given her anything for Valentine's Day. She'd sent him an anonymous card, but he hadn't even mentioned it during lunch. Maybe he didn't like the valentine… maybe he thought it was creepy. Lily Rose shut her book in frustration. Uggh, life would be so much easier if I didn't fancy him!
A tapping at the window interrupted her train of thought. She hopped off the bed and saw an owl peering in at her. Lily Rose pushed the pane open, letting the bedraggled bird inside. She smoothed her hand over its damp feathers. "Poor thing. Guess it's raining, huh?" The owl gave a hoot as she untied the small package. Inside was a Patented Daydream Charm from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and an illustrated card with a ginger cat sitting beside a vase of roses. When she opened it, she recognized Freddie's familiar scrawl. 'To my favorite know-it-all, from your favorite jokester. Have fun!' He'd even drawn a little smiley face.
"Did you get a valentine?" Aisling asked, walking over.
"Yeah. From Freddie."
"I've used one of these before! Mine was medieval themed with a princess and a knight. Very sweet and innocent as it was meant for younger witches. But this one says 16+, so it must be steamy!" Her friend started giggling as she read the outside of the box. "'Take a tropical island vacation with the half-clothed man of your dreams.' Well! Aren't you a lucky girl, Miss Potter."
"Freddie's just teasing me like always," she mumbled, feeling embarrassed.
"I dunno, seems like a thoughtful gift to me. I hope you're going to use it."
"I am. Purely out of curiosity though," she added. "It seems a clever bit of magic."
"Sure – keep telling yourself that, but I know you're desperate for a good snog with a hot bloke! Who are you going to think about?"
"Umm, probably a professional Quidditch player," she lied. "Guess I'll have to narrow it down to who will look the best with his shirt off."
Aisling's dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's going to be a hard decision."
"I know, right?" They broke into peals of laughter.
"Oi, I'm trying to finish an essay here!" Tulika scolded. "Can you please stop that racket?"
"Sorry, Tulie," they said, chastened.
Lily Rose crumbled up some vanilla biscuits and fed the barn owl from the palm of her hand. "Thanks for delivering my valentine in such rotten weather. You can stay here until the rain lets up." The owl gave a grateful hoot and started preening its feathers – clearly in no hurry to leave.
She spent the rest of the evening studying, taking a shower, and trying not to think about the Daydream Charm. The wall lanterns switched off at eleven, but Lily Rose turned on her canopy light and drew the curtains. Daisy gave her a curious look as she opened the box. It contained a small vial of pink liquid along with a set of instructions.
'Point your wand at the potion vial and say: 'Ignis Amare.' The liquid will sparkle when it's been activated. Drink the entire potion, say the name of your desired mate, and picture their face. Once the daydream has begun, it cannot be interrupted. Side-effects include drooling and a dazed expression. Not recommended for use while attending classes, working, or when operating machinery. If you choose to ignore this advisory, we are not responsible for any disciplinary measures and/or injuries received while under the influence. Use responsibly.'
She let out a long exhale. "Well, here goes." Lily Rose activated the Daydream Charm and drank the potion in one gulp. It tasted like strawberry-lemonade. "Freddie Weasley," she whispered, closing her eyes and imagining his handsome face.
Within seconds, hazy pink clouds appeared behind her eyelids. When they dissipated, she found herself on a white sandy beach. And there – at the edge of the clear turquoise water – stood Freddie. The sun was shining down on his brown skin, highlighting his wide shoulders and biceps. Lily Rose called out his name. He turned and flashed her that irresistible grin of his. Now that Freddie was facing her, his defined abdominal muscles were fully in view. Sweet Merlin, does he really look like that under his shirt? She somehow doubted that he was quite so built in real life.
As Freddie swept her into a tight hug, she could feel the warmth of his skin against her own. "I'm glad you're here," he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
She smiled up at him. "Me too, Freddie. This is such a beautiful place."
"Do you want to go swimming?"
"Absolutely," she replied.
Freddie took her hand and led her into the water. I can't believe this isn't real… how did the Weasley twins develop such incredible magic? She decided to ask George about it when she saw him over summer break. The ocean became deeper as they waded further in.
"Come here, sweetheart," he said, bending slightly. "Put your arms 'round my neck."
She did so, and when he righted himself, the water buoyed her up, putting them at eye level. Lightning coursed through her body as Freddie's lips found hers. It was a thousand times better than anything she'd experienced with Adam Bentley. But this isn't real, Lily Rose reminded herself as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their heated snogging session went on for quite some time (with the occasional oxygen break in between).
"Gods, you're driving me crazy," he murmured. "We better stop, love."
Lily Rose reluctantly let go of him. Then Freddie scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the ocean. She thought back to her sixteenth birthday when they had that charged moment in the water. Did Freddie send the Tropical Island Daydream because of what happened between us? Could it be his way of saying that he fancies me too?
Freddie set her down and they walked hand-in-hand along the shore. The sun began to set, painting the sky a brilliant orange. It was so bright that the couple was forced to retreat under an umbrella. As they lay on the blanket facing one another, Lily Rose ran a finger along his angular jawline.
"Are you going to kiss me this time?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes." Lily Rose touched her lips to his, savoring their softness. The kisses in the ocean were passionate, but these were sweet and romantic.
Freddie pulled back a minute later. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. You're missing the sunset."
The sky had faded to a lovely coral streaked with gold. "Wow," she murmured, sitting up. He draped an arm around her as they watched the spectacular sight.
Freddie's lips brushed her temple. "I have to go now. Thank you for coming here today."
She met his amber eyes. "I wish you could stay."
He cradled her cheek. "We'll see each other again." And with one last kiss, the Daydream faded to black.
Lily Rose felt a happy, floating sensation that was similar to a Cheering Charm. But as her senses slowly returned, she became more and more embarrassed. Dear Merlin, how am I going to look at Freddie without blushing?! No, calm down… it wasn't really him; it was just a simulation – an actor following a script. The real Freddie would have been playful and teasing. That's what Lily Rose liked most about him: how much fun he was. No simulation would ever be able to capture Fred Weasley's exuberant personality, nor could it replicate their flirtatious banter.
I should have chosen someone that I didn't know, because then I wouldn't be comparing the Daydream version to the real man. Yes, she had enjoyed herself, but she refused to get worked up over something that hadn't actually happened. That's what Lily Rose told herself anyway. The truth, however, was a bit more complicated. Her attraction towards him had been very real indeed. That's why she was nervous about seeing Freddie tomorrow. What if I get the sudden urge to touch him? Suppressing those feelings had been hard enough before the Daydream Charm. Now though… well, it might be impossible.
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Bonus scene:
Lily Rose hurried out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but Freddie caught up to her with his much longer stride. "Don't try to avoid me, Lils. I'm not letting you off that easily!"
Her green eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"
"The Daydream Charm last night." He gave her a sly smirk. "I want to know how it went."
Lily Rose turned pink and looked away from him. "It was nice. Thank you for sending it."
"You're welcome, love." He poked her in the arm. "So, who did you think about?"
"Umm, Patrick O'Connor from the Appleby Arrows."
Freddie inwardly groaned. Another pretty boy like that wanker Bentley! Lils really has rubbish taste in men. He was ready to voice this thought aloud when she brought up his courtyard meeting. "Yeah, it was a bit awkward. She asked me out, but I had to turn her down."
Lily Rose met his gaze. "Why? She wasn't your type?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Nah, she was cute enough, but I like someone else. I told her that she deserved to be with someone who would put her first – not a bloke like me who already has someone else on his mind."
"Oh. Then I suppose you did the right thing." Lily Rose didn't say anything for several seconds. "Aren't you going to tell me who you fancy?"
Freddie stepped closer to her. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Course I can," she replied, glancing up at him.
He pushed aside her soft curls and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "So can I, Lilybud." Then he flashed her a cheeky grin before jogging down the corridor. She'll get me back for that, but I don't care… making her blush was definitely worth it. Freddie smiled all the way to Potions.
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Closing note: I listened to "As the world falls down" by David Bowie on repeat while writing the daydream sequence. That was a rather fun scene lol. Moodboards for Molly and Lucy are now up on my livejournal ^.^ This fic is also available on AO3, so head over there if you're curious about my tags. See you next chapter!