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        A few days later I was sitting on my bed, reading the newest issue of witch weekly when I heard that familiar pop letting me know that on of my friends had just apparated into my room. Expecting McKenzie, or maybe Jessica, I muttered a 'hey' and kept reading. When no response came I looked up to find a very drunk Jason Avery. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were practically falling off, his eyes were terribly blood shot and he could barely stand. I'd never seen him that drunk before.        

        "Oh sweet Merlin!" I cried, jumping from my bed and rushing to his side. "Avery! What were you thinking apparating like that? You could've been split in two!" Carefully, I guided him towards the overstuffed sofa that was in my room.
   

        "Why do you always call me 'Avery'?" he slurred out. I almost gagged from the amount of alcohol on his breath.
   

        "It's your name, numbnuts." It was almost midnight, I was in my pajamas and very tired, and I'm cranky when I'm tired, so I was being a little less sensitive than I normally would have been. Not to mention he'd just given me quite the scare.
   

        "But why don't you call me Jason anymore?"
   

        "I never called you Jason."
   

        "Yes you did. When we were dating." He replied, beginning to get undressed.
   

        "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're doing?!" I cried, jumping up from the seat I'd just settled into.
   

        "Going to bed. I can't go home like this." Ok, so that much was true. Our parents all turned a blind eye when we drank together at parties and all stayed at one person's house, but if any of us ever came home wasted any other time we'd be in deep shit, so it was an unspoken promise that whenever one of us got drunk they'd crash at someone else's house.
   

        "Why didn't you go to Flint? Or Bole? Or Lestrange?"
   

        "Because they're all sick of listening to me whine." Avery? Whine? That didn't sound at all like him. "Besides, one day a week per house is the max, remember?"
   

        "You've been this drunk every day this week?" I asked incredulously. Avery just nodded. "Why?" I asked, concern growing as I sat next to him on the couch. He turned and looked me in the eye.
   

        "Who were you with the other night?"
   

        "No one. Besides, why is it your business?"
   

        "Because I miss you." I stared at him for a minute before blinking myself back into reality. Getting up, I began walking to turn off the light.
   

        "Go to sleep, Avery, the booze are getting to your head."
   

        "No, that's just it! They aren't! I drink and drink and I still can't forget you!" he was standing, looking at me with this utterly pathetic look.
   

        "Go to sleep, Jason. I refuse to have this conversation with you when you're drunk." My voice contained a softness that I didn’t know I possessed. Avery nodded in defeat and turned to walk back to the couch.
   

        "Say it again." He asked.
   

        "Huh? Say what again?" he turned back to me.
   

        "My name, say my name again." His eyes were full of a vulnerability that scared me. Jason Avery was not vulnerable. Ever.
   

        "Go to sleep, Jason." I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder. "We'll talk when you're sober." In all honestly, I didn’t think I was ready for the conversation he wanted to have, the 'we broke up, now we're friends, where do we stand? What do we do?' conversation. Not to mention, I still couldn't stop thinking about a certain tall, dark and handsome quidditch player. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he had kissed me, or why I'd kissed back. What had come over me? Honestly! But I pushed aside those thoughts, turned off the lights and climbed into bed. "Goodnight, Avery."


        "Goodnight, Lily Potter."


        The next morning I awoke to the sound of Avery puking in my bathroom. A quick glance at my clock told me it was 8 am and far too early to be awake on such a fine summer's day. Ignoring my protesting body, I dragged myself out of bed and walked into the en suite bathroom. I filled a glass with water and go two pills from my medicine cabinet. Handing them to Avery, I returned to my room and dressed quickly. Soon after, a very ill looking Avery emerged from the bathroom and sat himself on the couch.


        "Sleep well?" I asked with a smirk. He just glared. "Oh, just give it a minute and the medicine will kick in." he was ruining all my fun with that sour attitude of his.


        "It's tomorrow" he said, as if he had just revealed the ultimate unknown.


        "Wow, can you tie your own shoes, too?"


        "I mean it's tomorrow and I'm not drunk."


        "So?" I knew what he wanted. I just really didn't want to give it to him.


        "So who were you with the other day?" If I told him the truth, he'd be beyond angry, but if I lied to him he'd know. I did the only thing I could think to do. I dodged the question.


         "I told you last night, that's none of your business."


        "And I told you it is. I miss you, Lily, I want you back."


        "No you don't, you just want someone to sleep with and I'm the closest thing that's single and not Millicent or Pansy. Or a Gryffindork."


        "I love you, Lily! And I know you love me."


        "Get over yourself, Avery, I did."


        "I will have you again." Avery said, rising from the sofa and disapparating.


        "Why did that sound like a threat?" I muttered to myself as I made my way towards the kitchen. If I was up this early I might as well eat something.


        The last few days of summer passed, thankfully, without incident. I hadn't spoken to or heard from Oliver - I mean Wood - since that day in Diagon Alley, nor had I seen or spoken to Avery since he'd shown up drunk in my bedroom. As summer was drawing to a close I realized that I might actually miss Hogwarts once I'd left. There was no way I'd get a summer vacation in a ministry position and I'd be in training for at least three years before I was even decently paid. Not to mention my friends. I'd probably be shunned as soon as I actually entered into ministry training. I mean, sure, I could talk about it all I want, but to actually do it was unheard of ("A witch's place is in the home! Making sure that everything is in order!"). And then there was Quidditch Boy. If my friends ever found out about him I'd either never hear the end of it, or never hear from them again. And speaking of Quidditch Boy, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Everyday it seemed I thought about him more and more, and the thoughts got dirtier and dirtier the longer I thought. Everywhere I went I thought I'd seen him, and the worst thing was, my friends were starting to notice that something was up with me.


        "Lily? LILY!" I had been daydreaming again. Something to do with a detention and me and Wood and McGonagall's desk…anyway, McKenzie's call snapped me back to the present.


        "Yes?"


        "You did it again! Why do you keep daydreaming?! What is up with you?


        "What are you talking about?"


        "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about!' And I did. We would be in the middle of a conversation and I would just drift into fantasy land. My eyes would get a kind of glazed look and I'd be completely gone. Although apparently I was smiling each time it happened. See, that's partially what would give me away, Lily Potter did not smile.


        "Nothing is up with me" I protested, "I'm fine." With that I got up, leaving my untouched sundae behind.


        "LIAR!" McKenzie called after me
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        I realized that something was wrong with me, and I vowed to have it resolved by Hogwarts. So, seeing as it was August 31st and I was running out of time, I decided I might as well get it over with. I apparated quickly and arrived in an empty room.
"WOOD!" I called, mentally slapping myself once I'd uttered the cry. It was his house, they were all 'Wood.' However I had apparently gotten the message across as moments later Oliver burst into his room.


        "What are you doing here?"

        "What are you doing to me?" Oliver looked surprised.


        "What are you talking about?"


        "You! Me! August 16th? I can't stop thinking about it! Do you remember what happened on August 16th?!"


        "Of course I do." He was strangely calm about this revelation, and I soon found out why.


        "And?!" I was hysterical now, his calm nature had pushed me over the edge.


        "And why do you care that the firebolt came out? I never figured you for a quidditch player." Of course. Bloody Wood and his bloody Quidditch.


        "UGGH!" I cried, "Is Quidditch the only bloody thing you think about?!" As I disapparated angrily I heard him utter a weak "no."


        After that wonderful revelation I came home in a worse mood than I'd left. Now not only could I not stop thinking about Oliver - Wood, I mean Wood - I knew that he hadn't even given the kiss a second thought. What was going on in my life? I had never cared about a kiss before, and I had certainly never been so pre-occupied with a bloody Gryffindor.


        "FUCK!" I screamed loudly when I landed back in my room. I needed to figure out what in the name of Merlin was going on. Normally I can figure things out, unfortunately every so often I need a little help. This was one of those times, but I could hardly let Mick know what was going on. Even if I turned to her for advice I'd have to do it without letting on that Oliver bloody Wood was getting to me. "Fuck" I screamed again, placing my head in my hands and collapsing onto my bed.

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