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-LYSANDER-

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 reached my sun kissed skin. I liked the feeling I had when the warmth of the sun touches my skin to make me feel refreshed after winter. I'm just beating all the recent allegations of me being a vampire.

In the past few weeks, I've gone through different stages of anxiety and apprehensiveness. I suddenly seem to be gaining a lot more attention from everyone and it's surreal.

I've always made a very basic impression on people. I go to class, I either sleep or pretend like studying, I read at the library, I hang out with my roomies, me and Lily have lifelong beef, I don't get involved in any serious drama unless I get pulled into one, I don't socialise or get involved in relationships and my life is pretty much quiet.

I must say I have been popular for my looks but, my personality makes it hard for people to really get intertwined with me. No matter how hard anyone tries to force themselves into my life, I have to give that final approval that they mean something to me.

But recently there is this trend for dating guys who seem toxic and look good and well, now it's kind of like every single girl in Hogwarts is basically after me.

It's kind of offensive how they think that I'm toxic, I'm not toxic unless you're just full of shit or if I really really like you but I hate the fact that I like a person like you.

To be honest I really haven't cared about anyone else except the people in my close circle ever since I was young. Everyone around me are usually people who have dealt with my shit for at least 6 years of their lives, thus if you wanna be something in my life you gotta stick around at least for six years.

Usually people who try to enforce themselves into my life usually last like a bare minimum of twenty chapters of my life.

Anyways back to the point, I thought this unhinged trend would die off in like two or three days but nah— Every time I walk in the corridor I have three girls on average trying hard to talk to me. At this point dating me is like a game or something to the girls at Hogwarts.

I've become the gold rush of Hogwarts and I hate it, I just HATE the attention. There is literally a cult just for  my welfare like, what the fuck?! I can't move, I can't be alone, I can't walk in the corridors peacefully, I can't be free from the eyes of the public.

Then there were rumours I'm the prince of some European countries and I have royal ancestry and some were spreading misinformation about my identity of being a vampire cursed by Merlin and only true love can save me from some blood curse shit.

I mean, do I really look like that big of a joke? These people need to be hired by Disney or maybe direct some K-Drama. It'll definitely be a hit.  I'm just exhausted from all this. These are the times I wish I was an vintage expensive car so I can sit in the garage of my owner.

I'm also getting threats from anonymous sources largely from guys and Lily. I'm the most hated and loved person at the same time right now and my life is just messed up, at least my roomies understand my plea. They've been supportive and Lorcan's been taking this situation as an advantage of being my twin and getting his dating life started.

Seriously though. I'm so sick of seventeen, where's my fucking teenage dream?

Also, Lily's been giving me a lot of death stares and treating me as if it was all my fault. In my defence, it's not like I ever wanted any of this popularity and attention. This whole situation has been really suffocating me and slapping me from all directions.

But the thing I'm most worried about is Lily getting the wrong idea. I don't want her to think I'm neglecting her from her being my priority.  I'm just want to get the chance to tell her that no matter what I'll stay by her side.

Right now, I'm just enjoying my own company with the Jobberknolls returning to their nests. I also spotted a brown kneazle lurking in the long grasses.

I rested my back on the woody trunk of a weeping willow tree while I was reading 'God Emperor of Dune' by Frank Herbert. A small insect fell off the tree onto my shoulders as I dusted it off my white shirt. I was currently waiting for Lily to arrive for our sunset date, she's been furious at me because of the whole 'gold rush' thing.

She's been pretty busy with Quidditch training as Gryffindor might make it to the finals if they win the semifinal against Ravenclaw coming up after two weeks. Plus, all the teachers are going feral over completing the syllabus as we were lagging due to extra curriculars.

This is like the seventh time we scheduled a date within the past two weeks. If she's busy, I'm available and vice versa, we haven't had a proper conversation or interaction in ages. I feel like I'm losing her and the bond between us is slowly fading away.

I'm dreading what Lily has to address me about the past few weeks. A part of me trembling in the fear of a possible breakup or a fight which would get nasty. I tried to keep my calm and distract  myself by reading the book but my heart was still racing and my mind was envisioning every single possibility of my first ever relationship ending in flames.

Am I being over dramatic? I finally understand why my dad is absolutely TERRIFIED of my mom when one of his exes or anyone who had a crush on him comes in and praises him. It's all jealousy and it's cute as fuck for a third person but WHEN YOU'RE FACING IT, IT'S JUST FUCKING TERRIFYING.

I think it's time to implement my power move. It's simple. I bet she'll come here with her red hair all burning like flames and her green eyes glaring with lasers of death like Maleficent. I'll just have to seduce her to get her on good terms with me ASAP.

I prepared myself for the battlefield, I unbuttoned my top two buttons to expose my collarbones. Perhaps I should practice an evil seductive smirk conveying a message of, 'How dare you filthy peasant dare to be mad at me? Can you resist me?'

This is embarrassing, once upon a time, I used to practice savage dialogues in my head so I could roast her, practise what was the best way to pull her hair to bald her, come up with faces which could traumatize the young little girl.

Perhaps I should also pretend like reading a book, nerdy girls love guys who read books. Then I should follow Jared's killer move of blinding girls with delicious food.

Last night's talk I had with my roomies was real helpful for today. We usually stay up late night talking about topics which are either vulgar as fuck or childish to a level we seem like seven year olds and yesterday we were just talking about how to seduce people and make them like you.

One thing I learnt is never ask Lorcan or Val for advice or you're just going to end up making yourself look like an absolute creep, nothing new. Jared the chef, he went on rambling about the best way to make someone fall for you is making them food. Hugo is just too cute and innocent for giving advice, he's such a baby and so clueless.

Then my mind wandered back to facing Lily. Ok, I have to do it perfectly, exactly how I had planned it. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to calm down. I felt something fall on my lap, I opened my eyes to a baby bird with lucious golden feathers weak and frail, to be exact a golden snidget. It had fallen down from the tree.

His wings were still glued onto his body. I picked him up slowly from my lap as he squealed weakly. Firstly, what is an endangered species of such vulnerability doing in the grounds of Hogwarts? "Imagine the poachers dwelling in the southern regions find you" I whispered to the bird as my lips curled up into a pleasant arc.

I don't know why but seeing animals just makes me delighted and uplifted. I stroked my hand on his feathers as he opened his ruby red eyes to look at me. The poor thing whined in pain. I looked up at the tree and noticed a nest as there were more young snidgets whistling.

I conjured a magnifying lens and a tweezer as I slowly adjusted his golden feathers slowly by holding down his round fluffy delicate body as he tried running away in fright. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you" I muttered as I fed some nibbles of food. He looked so cute as he hurriedly swallowed the small brown levitating beans.

After a few gentle strokes, I gave its feathers a final brush as the cute little plumpy round snidget looked at me as if it was smiling, that's insane cause animals with beaks can't smile. I gently placed down on the little fella on the ground as it walked away and every three steps it took it would look back at me.

His grateful ruby eyes glowing in delight after the relief in pain. I returned a soft smile. It tried flapping its wings but it couldn't lift off. I went closer to the bird and picked him up on my palms to give him some height to take off from.

He was shivering in fear, "If you never bleed you're never gonna grow. Stretch those 360 degree wings and feel the air" I muttered. It just gave me a soft glance and tilted his head cluelessly. "I don't expect you to understand my language and I'm glad you don't, you're from a much wiser culture than mine. Anyways, I hope you get the idea that I'm telling you to fly or am I expecting too much" I said.

He was still staring at me. "Flyyyyy" I said in a singy songy voice. It tweeted at me as it obeyed my orders and jumped off my hands. I was worried at first as I saw the little golden ball of fur almost landing on its head but at the right time his wings had activated and started flapping quickly.

I saw the golden bird fly away in the orange skies which were slowly turning purple and pink. I hope he survives the cruelty of the world.

Soft breeze. Orange rays. I look up and the sun shines through the green leaves of the weeping willow tree, a sense of peace enveloped by the gentle komoberi. My mind felt at ease, I leaned back on the tree trunk and sighed as I picked up my book as I found my motivation to read.

-LILY-

I was flying back to my dorm in my broomstick after Quidditch practice. My mind seemed pressured over the expectation that the whole of the Gryffindor house has on me to emerge victorious and win the Quidditch cup.

My team has wonderful players with fresh talent but the only problem is, they don't know how to work together as a whole as a team. They're all so emphasised on their own stats that they forget Quiddtich isn't about how good of a scorer you are but how good of a team player you are.

I got so pissed at Lorcan today and I just straight up screamed at his face for being so self-centred and narcissistic. I mean look, Quidditch is for tough people and not young boys who think they're pretty, this isn't a ramp walk or a fashion show. We're talking about QUIDDITCH, basically a battle of death

I think I went so full on my teammates today. I tortured them so bad today, they were all acting like it was leg day after the practice was over. The whole team hates me ever since I kicked out Atticus Marklay who didn't show up to practice yesterday because he was tired from the day before yesterday's workout and Lorcan was pretty much on time half of the play time out for his fouls.

Apart from this, there is Lysander the GOLDEN BOY of Hogwarts. Urgh, both of these Scamander twins have been getting on my nerves ever since this month started.

My best friends Michelle and Diana just seem to be so quiet, I feel like I have run out of topics and stuff to talk about, our conversations are either about the past or it's just super dry. I have other friends and acquaintances who I talk to for fun, just a small sweet talk to increase my popularity and enhance my reputation among the social circle, but I don't get personal with them.

My dorm is also pretty much a madhouse ever since Tiffany has been REAL kind to me tryna fish some tips from me to get Lysander which infuriates me I would just lose it and pick a fight with her.

It's just frustrating, I hate going to my dorm, I hate going to Quidditch practice to get those unfriendly stares, I hate walking in the corridors when people just have so many varieties of opinions about me and I hate the only person I can love—

It just feels like everyone in the world is running, time is running, days are running, but I'm just stagnant and stranded. The air gushed through my pink ears as I reached Gryffindor towers. I navigated to the glass window of my dorm and gave it a knock. No one answered.

"OI! OPEN UP!" I screamed banging on the window. "How many times should I tell you that this isn't a door Ms. Potter, it's dangerous entering—" Michelle was lecturing me as I zoomed into the dorm on my broom annoyed, I rolled my eyes. But joke's on me I dashed into a bucket of laundry, you won this time Michelle.

"Next time, I'm not opening the window" Michelle said glaring at me as she crossed her arms. "I'll break in, I guess" I replied, sighing as I got up from the floor and scooped up the clothes and threw it in the bucket. "Hey love, how was your day?" Diana asked, smiling as I saw her reading a teen magazine. "Take a guess" I said in an irritated voice to hint her.

Diana just smiled and retreated to her magazine. Michelle on the other hand was stuck in a fantasy of becoming a great singer as she hit the octaves in an unpleasant manner. Then the thought of Lysander's date with me which had been rescheduled multiple times crossed my mind. I gave out an irritated clicking noise.

This guy, his stupid dates and his idealism of keeping our relationship a secret. I'm just so done with him. He has somany girls running after him right? Why doesn't he just break up with me and hang out with one of them? I glanced at my watch, it wasn't too late to join in the date. "How do I smell?" I asked.

"What?" Michelle asked startled by the question. "I have to go on a freakin date so tell me if I have to take a bath or not" I snapped. "You have a date?" Diana asked. "Oh- yeah, I- I have a date" I stuttered, ok what's wrong with me why am I slipping up?

"BREAKING NEWS! LILY FINALLY OPENS UP HER HEART AFTER 10 MONTHS!" Diana exclaimed. "Is it the guy who sent you lily of the valley? Anonymous Loverboy?" Michelle asked. Quick Lily! You can do this! Come up with a convincing lie.

"Yeah, it's him" I said as I pretended to be flustered. I honestly think I've really honed my acting skills ever since I started dating Lysander, all the time I had to pretend and fool people with unconvincing lies and turn them to a blind eye. I'm just so sick of this.

"Name, house, now" Diana pressed as she slammed her magazine close. "I have to get ready, I'll tell you after I come back" I said hurriedly as I went to my trunk and started digging for a fit which slays. "Come on, please tell us!" Michelle begged. "Laterrr" I sang as I picked out the perfect outfit.

"Ok both of you get out, I don't have time to go to the changing room or bathroom" I said as I dragged both of them out of the dorm by their collars and threw them out. I quickly changed into my 'dressing for revenge' as I started applying some grunge style makeup. My friends entered the dorm quite surprised on how quickly I had gotten ready. Black mascara, thick cat eye eyeliner, wine red lipstick with my bitchy face.

"How do I look?" I asked, turning quickly as I generously applied red lipgloss and changed my earrings. "You look so cute but that make up is bold as hell" Diana said as she applied some pink blush on my cheeks. "I wish I had your confidence to wear a crop top" Michelle said sulking in her bed probably thinking about her status with Val.

I looked at the time in my watch, 5:14pm. I quickly adjusted my bangs and gave my red hair a comb and put on a thin silver necklace with a diamond pendant. "Ok bye" I said as I grabbed my broom and opened the window. "OI! I told you Lils, one day or the other you are going to get hurt if you keep using that window as a door!" Michelle yelled. I rolled my eyes and mounted the broom.

"MAKE SURE TO SMILE! DON'T GIVE THE REPULSIVE LOOK AT YOUR DATE HE WON'T BE ENTERTAINED! ALSO I NEED DETAILS AFTER YOU RETURN" Diana yelled from behind me as I took off from the window sill.

The air rushing through my hair, it was so calming. The sunlight on my face felt refreshing. Orange skies, the greenery of spring, the pollen in the air, sweet smelling nectar of colourful flowers and there is me and Lysander in black and white.

I'm jealous, I'm insecure, I'm envious—

I liked it when I was the only one who liked him, I don't like it that everybody loves him and I was once the only diamond gem in his eyes and now I'm just one of the many treasures in his chest. I liked it when it was only me, when his world revolved around the quiet rhythm of my heartbeat.

Everytime I blush at him. I felt crazy. Spent hours wondering how I ever fell for someone like him. But now that everyone's cheeks turn pink when they look at him, am I just one among the many people he looks at? Now I feel irritated every time my cheeks turn pink in the sight of his silver eyes, because I'm not the only one who's feeling this way.

He made me feel so unique and alive but the glitter and magic just seemed to fade away. Now I feel driven by my insecurities. Girls smarter than me, girls prettier than me, girls who are mature than me, girls who have a better reputation than me are all in the game and I'm afraid I might lose. They're all here now, vying for a piece of him. I liked it better when I held the monopoly on his love.

I don't like the fact that anyone would die to feel his touch. That they'd give anything for the brush of his hand, the curl of his smile. He was a nobody before, but now that he's a somebody, I'm terrified. Terrified that love will slip beyond our reaches. I hate that when I look at him, time slows down, but when he looks at me, I can't tell if he feels the same.

I don't like loving him. It's consuming. I love him so much that the fear of losing him drowns me. I don't like the fact that I'd give anything—everything—just to keep him close. But I can't help it.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I skimmed through the small waves of the lake. Where is that weeping willow tree? I looked around as I continued surfing in the spring air with my broom.

I paced my breath. When I look at him, I should not let my guard down, I shouldn't be forgiving, for what he is making me go through right now he has to suffer. It's not my problem he's so gorgeous and everybody wants him. I just want to know if he wants me as bad as I want him.

I spotted the sleeping willow tree in the middle of the grassy green field as I saw a golden bird fly past me, it looked a lot like the golden snitch. Golden birds, probably a snidget, I wonder what a snidget is doing here in Hogwarts grounds. It would be heartbreaking if the poachers catch the little fella.

I landed on the grassy floor. I saw my love sitting underneath the tree with his legs outstretched leaning on the trunk of the tree, sincerely reading a book. His hands with long nails held the book as if it were the most precious thing in the world. The veins on his forearms stretched like rivers, tempting my gaze, and his movements were so casual, so effortless.

His golden hair tousled carelessly, his fringes falling on his eyes , his grey blue eyes running through the words of the book, his sun warm skin glowing, white shirt exposing his collarbones which are mine, lawfully.

White shirt, black pants he dresses like a gentleman. Cruel, seductive, manipulative eyes of an insomniac villain. Skin of a model, hair of a pervert boy, body of a swimmer, smile of a devil who knows he owns your soul. He's the kind of man who looks like he stepped out of a book—too perfect to be real, yet undeniably human in his flaws.

My chest tightened with both admiration and frustration. My heart leaped as it betrayed me. I hate this. I hate him.

He looked up then, catching me in the act of staring. A lazy smirk spread across his lips, sharp and knowing. His grey-blue eyes, stormy and calculating, locked onto mine. In that moment, I felt both completely seen and utterly undone. I hated it. I was fighting from getting flattered by his elegance.

"Caught you," he said, his voice low, teasing, dripping with the kind of confidence that made my knees weak. Why is he making me feel this way? "Enjoying the view?" He asked in his deep voice with a soft chuckle. I hate him.

My heart raced. Nothing new, always left me teetering between annoyance and infatuation. I wanted to scold him for being so smug. How dare he? After all this mess, look at him having the time of his life.

I stepped forward with the clacking of my black boot heels, I gave a smile and asked "What's with all the confidence?" Raising an eyebrow.

He tilted his head, his golden hair catching the sunlight, and closed the book with a soft thud. His gaze stayed on me as his presence was suffocating yet intoxicating, as though I couldn't get enough of it even when it overwhelmed me. He got up and approached me.

Lily pull yourself together, don't let him win, you have to stay mad at him, remember how he is emotionally scarring you. The scent of his cologne reached me as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us with deliberate ease. I cursed myself for how my pulse betrayed me—faster now, despite my internal protests.

"Lily" he muttered as he stopped at an uncomfortably close distance to me.

A drop of sweat rolled down my forehead. I didn't break character and gave him a death glare as he looked right into my eyes. I crossed my arms and acted nonchalant and muttered,

"Distance, Mr. Scamander"

-LYSANDER-

Slap me back to reality because I think I just saw the most gorgeous woman in the world. I walked towards my Lily, her bold expression, she was mad, she was bloodthirsty, she was ready to bite and chew me up. She's chaos wrapped in elegance, a storm disguised as a woman. Her fiery glare, the sharpness of her words—it's all so intoxicating. Lily, my beautifully furious Lily.

She was standing there, dark red hair in flames, arms crossed, her black boots rooted to the ground as though daring the earth to move her. Her smile was bloody sweet, it was a weapon, aimed straight at me. Her emerald eyes were daggers with the sharpest blade.

Grunge aesthetics suit her well. Her black sharp cat eyes makeup, her long lashes, her delicious wine red lips, the blush on her cute cheeks, her furious expression.

She was wearing white knitted cardigan crop top with a diamond pattern, black trim and golden buttons paired with a black mini skirt and black boot heels. She's like a fucking adorable barbie doll and her fucking rageous expression is just seductive.

My heart leaped and I tried hard to hold myself back from grabbing her right then and there. She was a contradiction I couldn't resist—a perfect mix of sweet and deadly, innocence and fire. Every step she took, every flick of her hair, every sharp glare it ached my heart and I hated it.

"Lily," I said with my voice lower and strained. She raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to say something stupid, her lips slightly parted like she was ready to tear me apart.  I stepped forward.

"Distance, Mr. Scamander"

Her expression didn't soften, but the corner of her mouth twitched, just slightly. And I could hear her heartbeat as I saw a drop of sweat trickle down her forehead. That was enough. She was trying so hard to be mad at me.

I don't know why I completely change into a different person every time I look at her. All my worries of losing her just faded away because at the end of the day, I know it's just going to be another day I comfort my baby from her insecurities.

Everything just seems so clear now that I can look at her and analyse her. This whole so-called 'fight' wouldn't have happened if she had given me two minutes to explain my side.

"I'm delighted to know that you feel the same way" I said as she seemed a bit confused. Her eyes narrowed, her hands resting on her hips. "What?" she asked, her tone laced with venom. She might seem strong holding up an act of having a grudge but I can see right through you Lily. I know you want me as bad as I want you.

"It's maddening. Everything about you is maddening" I said as my hands crept to her cheeks as she pushed me away. Loving her is the strangest addiction you can have. "Stay away from me" she snapped as her pupils burst into fire. "Didn't you just say the distance between us is breaking your heart, let me fill it" I said.

I moved closer as I held her hand and tangled my fingers with hers. "Don't stay mad at me if you want to hate me, it's just tempting me to keep running behind you" I said as my other hand crept onto her soft cheeks. She was flustered. I could hear her heartbeat rise.

"I don't think I have feelings for you anymore" she said, looking away from me. "You're a terrible liar" I chuckled. I took a step closer, close enough to catch the faintest hint of her perfume, warm and dark that suited her perfectly. Her hair reeked of sweat. I took a deep breath bringing my face near her ear which seemed to startle her. "I hate you, for making me feel this way" I murmured before I could stop myself.

Her eyes widened, just for a moment, before she schooled her expression into a defiant glare. "I hate you too, bitch" she shot back. My other hand crept onto her waist, her skin was soft and her cheeks had betrayed her as it bloomed pink.

"The reason I came is to tell you that, you can have fun with all those other girls who like you and you don't need to be chained by me. You only live once, enjoy. We're over" she said. I couldn't help but laugh. She tried escaping my lock but no, "How dare you think you can leave me just like that darling?" I asked with a sarcastic smile as I tightened my grip.

"Hands off" she hissed with her green eyes glowing. She waited for a few seconds to see if I was obeying She grabbed my hair, shit that was a real good move. "I don't understand what your problem is" I muttered.

"It's you"

Her raging eyes were mesmerising, the spark in them gave me chills. "It's not my fault those girls lost a few screws, you think I'm enjoying this?" I asked calmly as I stroked her red hair, silky, sweaty and smooth "I don't know, probably" she said rolling her eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you"

Her eyes widened as she looked up into my eyes. "How could you ever think I would leave you for someone else?" I asked. "I'm not good enough for you" she mumbled.

"I'm sorry on behalf of all the boys who broke your heart, I totally don't blame you for thinking I'm a cheat. All the guys you dated were bitches. They made a terrible impression on you. You couldn't have expected anymore from me than what they did to you"

"I'm just tired of this. I don't like the fact that everyone loves you. I liked you when you were low profile plus god knows if you're gonna become a bitch and use your popularity and leave me" she said looking away, she still didn't get the bravery to look into my eyes.

"I can differentiate between real gold and leprechaun gold. The only reason I like you is because I trust you, I've known you for more than half of my life. Almost eleven years Lily, I thought you knew me well enough to know that I would never do that" I said.

"I didn't want to be a burden and some little slut you use, my life is fucked up enough" she replied as she looked into my eyes.

I hammered down my anger, HOW DARE SHE THINKS ME LIKE THAT— No it's fine, it's her first time actually dating someone who is worth wasting time on. She's a perfectionist; she just wants us to be perfect and clarify her doubts. I should be grateful that she's opening up to me.

I looked at her glare, her arrogance, her attitude, her stubbornness. Is it weird to be attracted to those traits because I just love her rebellious nature? It adds so much kick to our relationship.

I patted her head and said, "You're such a cutie, you realise how much I want to hug you till your little ribs break?" as my cuteness aggression kicked in and I started smiling. Lily kicked me right on my left leg as I groaned and moved away. She walked under the three and sat on the picnic mat that I had spread.

I sat next to her as we both leaned on the woody trunk and she put her head on my shoulder. "You're so annoying. You don't understand how hard I'm holding back from ripping your hair off your head" she snapped as her ears turned red in anger.

"You look so cute when you're angry" I said as I rested my head on her little redhead. "You make me look so naïve and like a drama queen, I just can't stop overreacting and overthinking" she said.

"We should have addressed each other before all this drama, but you just kept ignoring me" I whispered into her ear.

"Call me toxic but I don't want anyone to look at you except me. I want you for myself solely. Me and you. Only us. I ignored you because I wanted attention but you didn't give me the attention I wanted. I feel like I have an unhealthy obsession with you" She said as she looked at me.

-LILY-

His dreamy grey eyes fixated on mine. My heart— my soul— I hated this feeling. He laughed, a sound that was both cruel and beautiful, and leaned closer, his lips dangerously near my ear. "I'm all yours" he whispered.

He turned me to face him and gently wrapped his arms around me. He came closer as he kissed my neck and I flinched. Blush crept all over my face and I felt delight. I wrapped my hands around my love to embrace him.

And in that moment, I hated him for the power he held over me—but I also loved him, helplessly, hopelessly, entirely. "I love you" I muttered as I hugged him tighter. His fingers slid down to the exposed skin on my waist and I was titillated.

His lips started devouring my cheeks when I pushed him away from me. He looked rather confused. I leaned on the tree trunk as he was positioned opposite to me. I pulled him closer as he crawled to me and placed his hands over my shoulder.

I touched his neck and he kissed my fingers. I bit my lips in excitement as I eyed his soft pink lips. I pulled his collar, the soft cotton of his shirt absorbed the sweat in my palms. He pressed his body against mine. "Why go for the neck when I have lips?" I whispered as I placed his lips on mine and kissed him hard.

-LYSANDER-

I'm just happy that we're back to normal and all our problems are resolved. I must say though, I couldn't fucking control my blush when she said she has an unhealthy obsession with me. I've never felt so loved.

Every time I closed my eyes I replayed the scene over and over again so I could blush and smile. She's just so adorable. I just kept staring at her, her elegance, her beauty.

We broke apart and I looked at her cheeky face. "You're so kisses are so sassy and your personality is so refreshing" I muttered. "I'm in the mood to be a sass queen right now, I'm so sick of being whiney and weak" She said as she was adjusting her hair. Then, there was an awkward silence.

"You barely tell me, 'I love you' these days" she complained to break the silence. Ok come on Lysander you're a master at excuses! You can come up with something! "What do you mean?" I asked with a clever grin as an idea had struck me. I pulled out my wand and wrote in floating glowing orange letters:

L - Lily,
I - I
L - Love
Y - You

"Every time I call your name, I confess my love to you. You do realise I used to call you Potter when I wasn't into you, everything has a reason, my sweet Lily"  I said. "That's-" she started as she gave a cute smile. "That's creatively cringy cute I guess" she said. Then I summoned a lemon flavoured mocktail which I had made for us to enjoy the sunset.

"It's purple and glittery, hope it's not poison?" she said as she sipped. "Maybe it's poisoned with some love potion" I said in a chill manner as I started to relax. Lily slowly sipped the drink like wine, giving me a few smiles. "Oh by the way-" she started.

"Hmm?"

"I told Michelle and Diana that I'm dating"

I choked on my drink and controlled the coughs. "Oh-" I asked in a strained voice controlling the fizzy juice that was still irritating my throat. "I didn't tell them it was you though, I'm obviously going to lie and make up some fictional character" she said as she took her last graceful sip and lied down on the picnic mat and closed her eyes.

"I see" I replied not knowing what to say. "You're so clueless, can you say something?" she snapped. "You're a sloppy secret keeper, do better next time" I blabbered. "Aren't you sick of this whole act? I mean at this point it's so obvious we're together" She sighed.

Why can't she understand that having a public relationship is suffocating and hard, people's opinion on us might change us and I'm not ready for it. "It's so suffocating you know? I can't even go yell at all those losers to stop eyeing on my Lysander" she said getting worked up. "Looking isn't a crime you know?" I said.

"Says the bitch who sent fizzing whiz bees to attack all the boys who gave me chocolates and love letters during Valentine's Day. When a man shows his love in bold ways to a girl that's cute and romantic but when a woman does it it's an embarrassment, the society is broken" she chuckled hysterically.

"I like it though, I like it that you're so fiery" I said lying beside her as I held her hand, "This takes me back to when we were seven, watching sunset in the backyard while our parents were having a barbecue party during summer" she said.

"I remember it so well, it was after the big fight we both had over who got to ride the new bicycle first" I said, laughing softly at the memory. "You pushed me into the mud, and I swear I thought I'd never forgive you." I said tilting my head to look at her.

She turned her head to look at me, her smile mischievous. "Well, to be fair, you were being a brat about it but eventually we did make up like always"

"Yeah, by giving me that half-eaten chocolate bar you put in your pocket which was spiked by a farting syrup" I teased, squeezing her hand. "That was real generous of you" I said. She laughed, that's what mattered the most, her laughter. "I used to be such a cool kid back then, I wonder where I lost it"  Her voice dropped, taking on a nostalgic tone.

"I liked it when life was just simple, nothing to worry about, just friends and prank wars with petty fights. Time just seemed to move so fast" she said as I saw a twinkle of reflection on her green eyes. I followed her gaze, watching the sky's vibrant hues bleed together.

I shifted closer to her, the warmth of her body a comforting contrast to that of my hands which were cold. She tilted her head toward me, a small smile playing on her lips.

I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "I wish I could go back in time just once to enjoy that" she said. "Those were times, I can't believe we grew up that fast. The short haired bob cut anger issues Lily Luna Potter who I despised, grew up into a beautiful woman I turned out to admire" I asked chuckling.

"It would be lying if I said I hated you. I always had a soft spot for you" she said. "Soft spot for me? You kidding? The amount of times we tried killing each other, left the chat?"

She looked at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. "Imagine the torture I must have given to my brothers then" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the tree.

Her lips had distracted me, soft, delicate red wine lips alluring me. She was such a small little bean, she's like a doll. There was a sudden tension between us that burned brighter than the evening light, both of our lips once again lingering over each other's presence. I could feel her heavy breath on my collarbone.

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me toward her and gave a chuckle as she traced my face with her fingers.

"What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?" she muttered. My eyes were fixated on her eyes of admiration. She tilted her head, her fingers still tracing the lines of my jaw. Her touch was soft but deliberate, like she was memorizing every detail of my face.

Her fingers went to my hair as she run ger hand through my black roots. "There is no doubt you can just charm your way into manipulation and out of trouble" she whispered.

Her hair and her stare, I couldn't hold back, I didn't know how to describe this feeling, perhaps a form of lust? Is this what Val call sexual tension? I'm not sure.

"I can't do this anymore," I murmured as those words accidentally gushed out of my mouth, my voice low, barely audible over the gentle rustling of the trees.

"Do what?"

-LILY-

My heart-

He didn't hesitate, climbing over me and straddling on my waist, his weight pressing against me in a way that sent my heart racing, I must say he was a bit heavy, crushing my body and was a bit painful considering the fact that I'm a smaller person than him. I looked into his eyes and voided grey empty eyes.

"Lysa-"

His lips crashing into mine with a force that sent me sprawling back onto the mat. Without thinking, I leaned in, closing the space between us. My hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead before I cupped his face gently. His breath hitched. This was getting good.

His hands gripped my cardigan tightly as he kissed me, fierce and unrelenting, his movements bold and unapologetic. I groaned softly, my hands instinctively finding his shoulders, they were broad, he had really broad shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of my dress as I held him steady.

"Lysander" I murmured against his lips, my voice breaking under the intensity of it all, but he silenced me with another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier, more passionate. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath.

His lips moved against mine with a fervor I hadn't anticipated, each kiss igniting sparks that raced through my veins. My mind struggled to keep up with the intensity, but my body instinctively responded, arching toward him, meeting him with equal passion.

"Lysander," I murmured again, though my words were muffled as his lips found mine once more. His name was barely audible, more of a gasp than a coherent thought, and he seemed determined to chase every sound I made. I made sure to kiss him back with all the passion he put into my lips.

I couldn't help the thought that flashed through my mind, absurd and wildly inappropriate: How the hell am I going to explain this to my friends without them freaking out on what the fuck I am doing? I have to do major cuts and censors. Cause if this is the thing you're going on your first date, you might as well get engaged on your second date.

Also who the fuck processed my freaking boyfriend? Definitely a dude who had good bed chem with his wife.

I bit back a laugh against his lips, but he must have felt it because he pulled back slightly, his lips hovering above mine as his eyes met mine. "What's so funny?" he asked in a cold deep voice, he seemed quite mad that I interrupted his ahem.. ahem... ✨ EXPERIENCE ✨ with me.

"Nothing," I said breathlessly, though my grin betrayed me. "Just trying to figure out when you turned into this..." I said.

His smirk was devilish, the kind that sent shivers down my spine. "Into what?"

"Into someone who kisses like he's trying to set the world on fire" I shot back, my voice trembling as much from laughter as from the weight of what we'd just done. "Should I stop?" he asked.

I leaned in close, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm and teasing. His hands slid under my cardigan as he kissed my neck. "You're so fragile" he muttered. "Are you some Lily Luna fanboy in Lysander's polyjuice form?" I asked.

"Shut up, you ignited the devil in me, deal with it"

Oh Merlin, I'm pretty much doomed, It was my fault I danced with the devil at sixteen. But this pain was heaven.

Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven.

-TIME SKIP-

I lay down in my bed, my face still covered with rose blush. After the whole kissing, we just talked about a bit more childhood incidents as we ate some chocolate chip cookies that LyLy had made for me. As the sky darkened up, we took a stroll around Hogwarts.

We also did this thing where we both hid behind bushes and randomly started screaming to scare our juniors. I know it was childish but it was fun. Then we returned back to the castle as we were shipping random teachers and students with each other.

In april air, my warm hands with his cold ones. His devilish stare which sends shivers down my spine. That smug and his permanent bedroom eyes looking at me. Ahhhhh <3

Diana and Michelle barged into the dorm. "WE WERE SEARCHING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE!" Diana yelled. "Oi, I'm not deaf stop screaming" I said. "How did the date go?" Michelle asked. "First tell me who the anonymous loverboy is" Diana questioned.

My brain was buffering. Both of us sat on the bed next to me. "Who is your mystery man?" Diana asked. "He told me to keep his identity a secret for privacy reasons" I said, still dreaming of touching Lysander's soft golden hair.

"Fine, give us the description at least" Michelle said. "He's tall, he's so adorable" I said as my cheeks involuntarily turned pink as I imagined a picture of  Lysander reading a book as he gave me a sneaky glare. Ok something is seriously wrong with me—

"You're so in love that's so cute, it's making me jealous" Diana said as she started blushing too. "Oi! No one gets to blush because of him except me" I snapped.

"He's a bit bitchy but also warm, he has a soft side just for me" I said smiling. "Looks?" Diana asked. "Black messy hair, green eyes" I lied shamelessly. "Wait, that's like your dad" Michelle said. Oh shit no wonder that description sounded so familiar.

"I'm my mother's daughter after all, guess we have the same type" I chuckled awkwardly. That lie was so terrible. "I'mma hunt down all the boys who have black hair and green eyes" Diana said.

"You know what, I'm not actually sure if his eyes were green, I didn't pay much attention" I lied again, guys with green eyes and black hair as rare as fuck. "Are you lying?"  Diana asked.

"Ok look, be happy I even told you this much, he told me to keep everything quiet" I said to avoid any further questions and badly framed lies.

"Fine, fine tell us about the date, how was it?" Diana asked, grinning. "Well, when I arrived, he was leaning on a tree and sincerely reading a book, that was like some heart skipping shit"  I giggled.

"A nerdy guy? A guy who reads books? Damn, you got yourself a jackpot" Michelle said. "Then we kind of just talked about general stuff, he was shy at first but we eventually cuddled up" I bluffed. Michelle and Diana were squealing while I was on the verge of laughing. I can't believe they bought that shit.

"After some tension, he cornered me and plastered me to the tree and kissed me and oh boy is he good" I said as my face turned pink as I imagined the feeling of Lysander's kiss.

"This is so cute" Diana squealed. "Well then we just drank some wine, got to know each other and we took a stroll. That's pretty much it" I concluded.

Of course I had to censor that super erotic kiss we had, it took like 6 months for him to kiss me like that. "Ok girl, now give me some details on that kiss" Diana said. I smiled as I started to think about how I could describe something so special.

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