Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Funny Hearts and Happy Banters

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Lily

"What is the matter with you?" I stopped him as soon as we entered the hall. This boy was a year lower than me but still came higher than, despite my heels. He rolled his eyes but I turned to fixing his messy bow and then combed fingers through his hair, "Why do you pick fights, Lysander? Grow up a little will you?" I hissed and he was only quiet and staring like an idiot, "Well?"

"Would you not want to hurt someone if they made someone cry whom you really cared about?" I paused and matched his vivid blue eyes, "He's an arse and I warned you before. Why would you go and ask him for a dance? Why lower yourself to his eyes which aren't even look-"

"I get it!" I didn't deny that I'd lost all self respect just bustling through to ask a man to dance with me who couldn't even care to spare a minute to me even when I approached him, "What... I get what you're saying." Damn it, I don't want to cry again.

"I haven't had a chance to dance today."

"Pitying me, are you?" I looked up.

"Yep. Dance with me, I'm bored."

"You're such an arse." I took his hand and we walked to the dance floor. His moves were smooth and didn't seem to rush much.

"How's my hair?" He asked after a minute.

"Still a mess."

"Fix it? They're taking pictures of the crowd, I don't wanna look bad."

"Too late for that." I snorted as he held my waist for me and I fixed his hair, combing them back. Suddenly, he lifted me in a twirl like the rest and it forced me to hold the nape of his neck and collar as he set me down. I wanted to get mad but the fact that I'd messed his hair in the back, made me laugh.

"You messed my hair more?" He whined, "Fix it, Lily!" This time I cackled as he brought me close, almost hugging me as I combed the back of his head, fixing his hair properly.

"It's done." I assured.

"Promise?"

"Yes. Your hair looks normal for once."

"They got messy just because of you, so it was only fair you fixed it." He brought his head back from my shoulder and I giggled.

"How much gel did you put in your hair?" I had to fix the front hair again that'd been tousled in my shoulder.

"Just a little." He eyed his hair up. I noticed how nice his lashes were. Somehow brunette and strong yet not too long and just perfectly shaping his eyes. The music ended and everyone started walking away.

"Let's go." I turned and he walked beside me. We'd just stepped down when he paused beside me and I looked up at him. Following his eyes, I saw Dad sitting and staring at us with a squint eye. Mum was sitting on the same table with a tired look and a shake of her head.

"Your dad looks like he'll kill me." He spoke.

"He thinks you have ulterior motives, Lysander." I teased. He cleared his throat and I laughed. That's actually a little cute.

"Don't worry. Mum's there." I assured and we reached my parents.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter. Mrs. Potter." Lysander greeted and Mum smiled. Dad squinted some more.

"Lysander, you've grown so much, wow." Mum stood up, "And you're pretty good at your toes, Hmm?"

"Thank you." He blushed.