Author's note: This was meant to be a one chapter short story thing, but I was editing it today and decided that I wanted to write another chapter. Then I opened a new word document and the chapter kind of just came to me. I may or may not add another chapter, it all depends on whether or not I come down with writer's block again.

Also, I know Lysander and Lorcan are meant to be Luna and Rolf Scamander, but I don't like that paring. Luna and Neville were so perfect in the books, and I feel like they should have gotten together, like they did in the films. Never ever thought I'd say that, but I refuse to follow canon on this one. So far as I am concerned, Lysander and Lorcan Scamander and Alice Longbottom are Neville and Luna's kids. They're such a sweet couple, I will not be moved on this.

You have to be careful what you wish for. What you want may be more than you can handle~ unknown

"It's the Yule Ball next week." Lily said brightly, coming up behind her cousin, grinning mischievously.

Lucy looked at her, brow knitting a moment. Lorcan looked up from his book, gaze flickering to Lucy's face, before returning to the paragraph on Nargles. Much more interesting, and much more easy to make sense of, than the two girls before him.

Although apparently Lucy was having just as much trouble making sense of Lily's motives as he was...

"Your point?"

Lily look crestfallen a moment, before recovering. "What are you wearing?"

"You already know, Lils." Lucy replied absent mindedly, frowning at her transfiguration homework. "You were with me last Hogwarts weekend, when we all met up with Victorie and Lena and went dress shopping."

"Oh!" Lily laughed. "Silly me. Well, have you asked anyone yet? I hear Finnigan's still free, you know. He's always had a thing for you, according to Vicky."

Lorcan's head snapped up so fast you would've thought he'd been electrocuted. Lucy, on the other hand, didn't even blink.

Both of their reactions were not lost on Lily.

"Not my type. He can take his 'thing' for me and stick it where the sun don't shine- didn't you hear about the way he treated Marie Smith?" She replied, without so much as missing a beat. Her eyes continued to comb her paper, though what she looked for remained elusive.

Lily laughed, enjoying herself immensely. Across the table, Lorcan squirmed. He was way out of his depth right now, and he knew it. "That was years ago, and Marie's an absolute idiot. Did you hear about what she did to Ian Watson? If anything should be stuck where the sun don't shine, I reckon-"

"Lily. I like Marie, she's good fun, she's smart, and there's been some awful gossip about her which I don't believe a word of."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Lily laughed. "I was just saying, Finnigan's cute. Our parents know his parents, he's funny, the whole Marie thing was a long time ago. I think he's sweet."

"I suppose so. Well, that's settled then." Lucy replied, shutting her book and grinning mischievously at her cousin.

"What?" Cried Lorcan and Lily, their mouths falling open in unison. Their friend, on the other hand, merely smirked, her eyes sparking with laughter.

"You think he's sweet, Lily. You can go to the ball with him. I, on the other hand, am not decided. I'll keep you posted, alright? Now, we have a match tomorrow, so I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams, both of you."

Sitting in the library, both Lily and Lorcan could hear her laughing right along the corridor. Lily rolled her eyes at Lorcan.

"Well, she may be insane, but she's right about one thing. We're going to need our beauty sleep if we don't want Rose to murder us in the morning. Come on."

Lorcan stretched and yawned, before shutting his book and shoving it in his bag and following Lily down the corridor.

Girls were just weird sometimes, Lorcan reflected dismally... It was no use trying to make sense of them.

The following morning dawned upon them fast. Predictably, Gryffindor won the match, and the after party was one to rival all after parties.

Rose was the first to uncork the firewhiskey she had (somehow) managed to smuggle into the common room. So much for Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, Lorcan thought wryly. Rose Weasley broke all the rules.

He wondered what that stupid Skeeter woman would have to say about that...

"You know, I was thinking I was going to have to wait all night for you to come and talk to me." Said a voice, suddenly appearing at his side. "Then I thought, screw that, it's not the 18th century anymore. I can go and talk to him myself."

Lorcan laughed. Lucy may make no sense most of the time, but the things she said almost always had the power to make him laugh. It didn't matter if he couldn't understand her... She was perfect just the way he was.

Lucy nudged him, jolting him away from his thoughts. "It's getting a bit crowded in here, don't you think?"

"Definitely." Lorcan agreed, downing his firewhiskey in one and grinning at her in a way that had her heart beating out a somewhat random, skittish rhythm. "I reckon we should relieve Gryffindor common room of the overcrowding caused by our presence. Beside, the wrackspurt numbers in here are getting overwhelming."

Lucy leaned forward, grinning mischievously. "We can't have that, can we now?"

"Come on Lorc! Catch up!" She shouted, laughing as she ran ahead.

The grounds looked different in the dark, Lorcan reflected... Not bad different, just different. The lake cast a dark aura across the lawn, a more domineering presence than it was in the daytime. The soft evening lights cast a glow across the lawn, making everything much more beautiful. And Lucy...

Lucy danced up ahead, her hair flying in the breeze, eyes wide with delight as she sucked in great lungfuls of cool night air. Lorcan shivered, though he was not cold.

Lorcan, Lucy reflected, looked different, too. Usually, he had this faraway look in his eye, that told you whilst he was here, he wasn't exactly here here. He was different to anyone else she had ever met. Special. The most valued of all her friends and relatives, though she knew that was wrong... Something about him drew her closer, made her want to know more, even though she knew pretty much everything about him already...

In the light from the castle, however, he looked darker and more ordinary. His blue eyes glinted in the twisted shapes of light cast from the windows above him, but they didn't look quite as day dreamy or faraway.

Lucy was certain he was living this moment, that not a thought would be wasted on Crumple Horned Snoracks or Wrackspurts or whatever other oddity may enter his head at any given time...

Kicking off her shoes on the lawn, she grinned at him. "Race you to the lake!"

"You're on!" Lorcan grinned.

Merlin, thought Lorcan as she ran, if my dad catches me doing this... That would be completely and utterly humiliating. But somehow, it would be worth it. Just to see the look on Lucy's face.

They reached the waters edge, and without hesitating, Lucy hoisted her robes above her knees and jumped in. The water rippled outwards, splashing droplets all over Lorcan, all of them glinting oddly in the moonlight.

As the water came into contact with her skin, Lucy gave an almighty set of squeals that should have woken the entire castle, and leapt back out again, landing on top of Lorcan.

He looked up, the moon shining above her. He was suddenly very aware of how close she was to him. Since that first kiss in the changing rooms, they hadn't so much as held hands. Despite himself, he gulped.

Lucy brushed a curl behind her ears with trembling fingers and looked at her friend. His astonishing blue eyes looked back her, daring her to try... To experiment, to see what would happen if she dared step any further.

Their noses were inches apart when their lips crashed together, hers crushing on his and his crushing on hers... It didn't seem to matter, either way...

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light went off, and they sprang apart. A grinning photographer stood there, the photo already developing in his hand. It was all Lucy could do to blink bemusedly, throwing a confused glance at Lorcan, who seemed just as bewildered as she was.

"Oh, this is one for the front paper, this!" The Photographer grinned, flapping the piece of paper. "I can see the headline now. Lucy Weasley: As She's Painted. Snappy, don't you think? Oh, the public are going to be reeling. Midnight trysts, jumping in the lake, kissing strange boys. If nothing else, the press loves a good scandal."

"Give that back!" Lorcan was the first to recover his wits, jumping to his feet, his hands curling into fists. Lucy was close behind. The photographer raised his eyebrows.

"Give it back? Now, why would I do that, I wonder? Rita's going to love this!"

Lorcan's fist came down, but the man was already gone.

"Well, they don't think you're boring anymore." Rose laughed, passing the paper around.

LUCY WEASLEY: THE REBEL BEHIND THE PAINTED MASK

Lucy Weasley has been painted as a ambiguous, snobby teen with unattainable ambitions and a ruthless nature. It has been stated that she would 'do anything to get what she wants'. Friends, family, neighbours... All have been heard to say that she could bore a bowtruckle into eternal sleep, should she fancy it.

However, shocking new evidence has come to light, revealing that, in person, this Little Madam is far from as she's painted. She is, in fact, one of the most rebellious teens of all the Weasley children.

"She's always up for a laugh." Lysander Longbottom, a close friend and confidante, tell the Daily Prophet. "She's funny, too. Cracking jokes all the time, playing Quiddich and going to parties. She's just a fun person to be around, not at all the boring misfit people say she is."

Scorpius Malfoy, daughter of the infamous Draco Malfoy, who had a notorious rivalry with all of Lucy's Uncles, but whom is surprisingly fond of all the Weasley's, added. "She's always the first one on the dance floor, too. I don't think she's anything like either of her parents, to be honest."

We here at the Daily Prophet, however, worry that Lucy Weasley is set on a dangerous path. Pictured Left, she is seen at a midnight tryst with Lorcan Longbottom, after encouraging him to take a quick dip in the Hogwarts Lake. The two were caught out of bed after hours, following a party in the Gryffindor Common room which got out of hand, at which there were several bottles of alcohol, insiders report.

It is clear that Lucy's behaviour is a desperate plea for the attention, not only of her parents, but also of the press. All of her cousins are looked up to and admired as valuable members of our society. Lucy's rebellious attitude is widely believed to be a misguided attempt to mark herself out in a family which is famous around the world, and in which she and her sister have always blended into the background.

How far this revolting Weasley is prepared to go has yet to be seen. However, on one point everyone is absolutely clear. If we were Lorcan Longbottom, we would watch out...

Everyone exchanged worried glances, looking at Lucy, who was perched on Lorcan's lap. She bit her lip, and the table visibly braced themselves for the explosion. The explosion which, as it happened, never came...

Lucy burst out laughing, and slowly, Lorcan joined in. It spread around their little bubble in the far corner of the common room, until nobody could stop.

"Oh, Lucy, you absolute rebel!" Lily laughed.

"Despicable." Sighed Lysander, laughing.

"Honestly, Lucy, what were you thinking?" Rose added. "You're completely off the rails!"

"Whatever will your dad say?" Hugo grinned.

Lucy took deep breaths, trying to control her laugher as she clutched her ribs. Suddenly, she grinned slyly, and put her arm back around Lorcan's neck.

"You hear that, Lorc? You'd better watch out." She grinned, and put her lips to his ear. "I'm a dangerous girl."

Lorcan laughed, and grinned at her. "As to that, I have no doubt."

Looking at the paper, Lucy realised it didn't matter what other people thought, or even what they put about her in the newspaper. Lorcan was right.

The people who loved her best knew the real her, and wouldn't change her for the world. That was all that mattered.

"Now, about this Yule Ball. When you said you'd keep me posted-" Lorcan began slyly. Lucy grinned, and pressed her lips against his, shoving the newspaper away.

"Consider that my answer." Lucy grinned.