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BY THE TIME I WOKE UP, Louis was still sleeping.

After a shocking revelation yesterday (yes, I'm talking about snogging), Louis and I decided to cancel training for today, and just hang out. Get used to the whole 'I'm dating you' speil, and use a schedule free day as an excuse to laze around.

But as I said before, Louis was still sleeping, so I was positively bored out of my mind as I trudged into the kitchen.

My first thought was to go outside and water the plants, but I remembered I was still wearing his sweater, and I didn't want to get dirt on it. My second thought was to wake Louis up, but then I remembered he'd probably kill me for it.

So I decided I should make some tea.

Usually, Louis was the one to make the beverage around the house, but since he was sprawled out on the couch, his mouth ajar as he mumbled random words in his sleep, I had to take matters into my own hands. He probably could do with a piping hot drink when he awoke.

"Where do you keep your tea?" I mumbled under my breath, popping open the mint-colored cabinets, "always so unorganized."

At one point I accidentally slammed a door, causing the sleeping boy to stir, but then he rolled over and let out a loud snore. I stifled a laugh, returning to my search.

I spotted the mahogany box hidden behind his top hat, which was on the kitchen table. Waltzing over there, I picked up the set, running my hands over the carvings on the top as I hurried towards the stove. Spillings, it read, a word I recognized from the first day I had come to Wonderland.

Clicking on the fire with my left hand, I set the box on the table, flipping it open with my right. I came face to face with an assortment of different flavors and colors, none of which I recognized. They read: Blackfriar, Jester, Majesty, Romeo, Darling, Cheeky, and Skipper.

What peculiar names. They made no sense.

I was about to pick up Blackfriars, when I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me backwards into a behind-the-shoulder hug. If I didn't recognize the familiar chesnut hair, I might have drop-kicked the boy into the next room out of surprise.

"Morning, darling," Louis yawned, resting his head on my shoulder, "I see you've found my tea set."

I smiled, "indeed, I have."

"Were you going to make me tea?"

"Indeed, I was."

"Adorable," he muttered, although it sounded like he was saying that more so to himself than to me. Kissing my cheek, he reached over my shoulder to grab a yellow tea bag, dropping it into my hand. "I want that one."

I was so glad he couldn't see the stupid grin on my face.

It wouldn't leave my face, even after he'd left to change, and even after the water had already boiled over. It wouldn't leave my face, even after Louis tried to brush out my hair, and even after he made me cranberry scones.

I was just genuinely happy, and I didn't want to let go of the feeling.

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"Should we say it?" Louis whispered discreetly, leaning over to address me, "or is now not a good time?"

We were all gathered in the field, James, Oliver, Harry, Emma, and Daniel, prior to another exhausting training session—which consisted of me sweeping Louis off his feet, literally. Draco apparently wasn't bothered to come, and was therefore absent.

"It's a good time," I whispered back, "do you want to say it?"

My boyfriend shrugged, "you can say it."

"What should I say?"

"Do you want me to say it instead?"

"It's up to you."

Louis opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off by a puff of smoke smacking him in the face, and sending him into a coughing fit. I slapped him on the back, holding back a laugh at his reddening face.

"Stop bickering, and tell us the news," Harry sighed, his pipe tossing more smoke at the boy next to me, "we haven't got all day."

I flashed the caterpillar-man a look.

"Just thought you should know," Louis wheezed, toppling over, "we're dating now."

I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this one. James and Oliver just blinked at us, as if they were waiting for the punchline, and Harry looked unsurprised. I swear I saw Daniel pass Emma a wad of money, but maybe that was a trick of the light.

"Are we supposed to be surprised?" James said bluntly.

"Because we're not," Oliver added.

"I wasn't sure what I was expecting," I mumbled sheepishly, "we just thought we'd tell you all."

Well, this was awkward. Thankfully, Louis stopped dying over in the corner, and stood upright, grabbing my hand and plopping onto the grass. He pulled me down with him, bringing our hands to rest on his knee. He gave me an apologetic look, that read 'they're never surprised'.

I suspected that wasn't entirely the reason.

"We saw this coming since the very beginning," Emma piped up, "you two were never very subtle."

Louis gasped. "I am the epitome of subtle."

I disagreed, but didn't say anything. He was hardly subtle, because he was the guy that openly flirted with me every single second of every single day without shame (I appreciated it, though).

But as I adjusted my spot on the ground, resting my head in Louis' lap as he played with strands of my hair, our conversation was cut off by a familiar snapping sound. Draco Malfoy crashed to the ground, transfiguring into his human form per the usual.

But he didn't look happy.

"Everyone," he said, scanning the group until his eyes landed on me, "it appears we have a problem."

The narrowed glare in his silver eyes was enough to freak me out, and I shifted uncomfortably in my position. Louis noticed, bending down to look at me in question.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

I wasn't sure.

"Malfoy," Harry said, setting down his pipe, "what is it?"

And I wasn't sure what I was expecting. Draco normally looked at me with spite, but this time I got the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like a shadow falling over the field, wrapping me up in a blanket of worry and fear. What was happening?

"It appears we have a liar," Draco sneered, "someone who tricked us all into believing they were here to help us, and pretended to be someone she wasn't."

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no, this wasn't happening. I instantly pushed myself upright, hesitantly rising to my feet like the rest of my friends. Malfoy had all of our attention now, and his next words were sure to expose me. It was like I was stabbed in the stomach. I felt retched, sick, pulled apart by my very own nerves.

"What the hell are you talking about, Draco?" Louis spat out, grabbing my hand, "watch who you accuse."

They all knew I was the one being spoken about. Being called a liar. A traitor. It was clear from the spiteful expressions getting shot at me from the pacing blond in front of us.

"Don't get attached, Partridge, she's not who she said she was," Draco hissed.

"And how would you know that?" He snapped back.

"Because I met the real girl from the prophecy."

And at that moment, a girl came walking in from the shadows of the forest, her blonde hair swinging against her shoulders, and her blue dress shimmering in the sunlight.

"This," Draco said, turning to the girl, "is Alice."

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INTRODUCING!

Evanna Lynch as Alice

Note: she will be referred to as 'Alice' instead of Evanna, due to plot consistency and general effect. Thanks, my darlings.