FIC - Lily of the Hollow Changing Seasons fic for lunalovepotter
This is the second section of the fic.
Written for lunalovepotter for r-becca's Changing Seasons.
Title: Lily of the Hollow
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~6600
A/N: DH but not Epilogue compliant. I don't care for some of the pairings JKR has come up with in her follow-up interviews.
Warnings: Strong sexual content. Note: There is frank sexual banter and inappropriate behavior between underaged individuals. However, all explicit sexual situations involve characters that are 'of age.' Any sexual intercourse between minors is only referred to or takes place 'off stage.'
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of adult fiction and is not intended to promote or condone the activities depicted herein.
PART III - SUMMER
Lily Potter was walking along the beach at Shell Cottage, naked as the day she was born. Of course, almost everyone else was naked as well. Her grandparents had even come to tolerate it, although neither of them ever took off their suit.
It was a very large party this year, several Hogwarts students other than family were in attendance, many of whom were still blushing at being nude with all their friends. A couple of younger girls, Alice MacMillan and Georgia Finnigan, still had their suits on, despite the pleas of many young wizards that they ‘get with the programme.’
Lily noticed her cousin, Rose, still had her bikini bottom on, although her lovely, full breasts were bare.
“Can’t be having her period,” Lily thought. “We’re synched up and mine was over last week.”
She walked over, plopped down on Rose’s blanket, and started to tug at the ties on the side of her suit.
“Stop it, you redheaded pervert!” Rose growled.
“What’s the matter?” Lily grinned. “Come on, Eddy and Frank and my pervert brothers and all the other guys are all dying to see that pretty, red bush of yours! So am I!”
“Er, umm, it’s...it’s, well, none of your business, Lily Potter!” Rose puffed. “Keep your wandering hands to yourself, if you please.”
Lily suddenly sat on Rose’s chest, her firm tits mashed by her cheeks, her pale, freckled arse almost stuck in Rose’s face.
“Get off me!” Rose squealed. “Don’t you dare take my bottom off! Lily! Stop!”
Lily giggled, she was much stronger than her cousin despite their age difference. She undid the bows and flipped the front of Rose’s bikini bottom down, then giggled again.
“What did you do?”
Rose gave Lily’s lovely rump a sharp, hard smack, causing the younger girl to yelp and gigglingly threaten, “I’ll sit on your face if you’re not careful. Then what will everyone say?”
“Lily! Please!” Rose wailed.
Lily got off and smiled at her flushed cousin, shaking her head. Her twat was totally bare.
“Why, Rosie?” Lily snickered.
“I...I was doing my bikini trim and messed it up and, well, it kept getting worse and, well, I just shaved it all off.”
Lily nodded and looked closely at her cousin’s naked snatch. “It’s really different looking, that’s for sure,” Lily admitted, absentmindedly rubbing her own luxuriant, bright red bush.
“My clitoris sticks out, I’m so embarrassed,” Rose sniffled. “Everyone will think I’m...I’m...”
Lily nodded. Rose’s clitoral hood was very prominent, but had previously been well concealed within her cousin’s lush, brownish-red pubes. Lily’s own clitoris was ‘buried’ within her tightly closed folds, just as her mother’s was.
“Come on, Rose,” Lily said, getting up and pulling her cousin up with her. “It’s really very sexy. I’ll Bat Bogey anyone who tries touching it! Promise!”
“Including you?” Rose chuckled.
They walked hand-in-hand to the ocean. Several guys did a double-take. They were used to seeing the two young witches’ complementary red snatches, so Rose’s hairless quim was a real contrast. Only a couple guys were brave enough to give Rose a hug.
Nudity was not a big deal in the Wizarding world. The human body was what it was, and in and of itself, was not regarded as either prurient or shameful. The parents did, however, strongly warn their children not touch each other in any intimate or sexual manner, and, for the most part, they obeyed. However, there were always a few ‘cheap’ feels in the water. The parents were often as guilty of this as any of the children were.
Lily felt a pair of arms go around her waist.
“Hello, my Lily of the Hollow,” Eddy Lovegood murmured in her ear.
“Eddy, stop!” Lily whined, blushing as she felt his obvious erection poking into her buttocks. She made the mistake of pushing herself back against him and heard him gasp with delight.
“Are you sure?” he cooed.
She turned around and pushed him away.
“Eddy, stop!” she said. “My parents will curse you. Please, I’m...I’m just not ready for anything like this, not yet.”
Eddy sighed and hung his head. “I’m sorry, Lily. You’re just so...so, God, so damned sexy.”
Lily blushed, but was actually very flattered. She had a body every bit as sexy and sensual as any witch on the beach, as sexy as Fleur, Gabrielle, or her own mother. She was still almost two months shy of her thirteenth birthday, but she had a woman’s body.
Lily was both proud of and frustrated over this. She was the best chaser at Hogwarts in decades, many thought her better than her own mother. Even superstars like Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet told her she was an amazing talent. Her body was toned and muscular from Quidditch and exercise. Her breasts were full and firm, not too large or small. Her stomach was hard and flat, her bottom firm and round, her legs long, strong and shapely. Her mother often told her that she didn’t have a body like Lily’s until she was sixteen.
Naturally, she attracted a great deal of attention from wizards, many of them much older than her, and she was often frustrated and angry that such attention got her excited. Much more excited than she should be at only twelve years old. She knew the facts of life and knew perfectly well that she was much too young to even think about sex. However, her raging hormones often begged to differ with her. She had lamented to Rose during Easter at the Burrow that her ‘twelve-year old body was cursed with sixteen-year-old hormones.’
Her mother, and grandmother, both assured her that witches and wizards just naturally matured at an earlier age than Muggles, but they admitted that Lily was precocious even for a magical female.
She suddenly felt the urge to pee, so she got out and wrapped her towel around her shapely hips. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t pee in the ocean like everyone else, but, she just couldn’t.
Walking up towards Shell Cottage, she swore that the temperature dropped forty degrees. Ted and Hermione were there, so were Ron and Demelza. However, the surprise guest of the day, as it were, was Victoire with her new boyfriend, a certain Pierre de la Marne, a thirty-something attache at the French Magical Embassy in London.
Victoire had made a point of sitting down near Teddy and Hermione and spent a great deal of time kissing and petting her new lover. Teddy ignored her as much as he could, but she could be very noticeable when she wanted.
Lily often wondered what had caused their breakup, they had been very passionate lovers for a couple of years. Victoire was still an incredibly beautiful witch, as pretty or prettier than her mother, Fleur, or her aunt, Gabrielle. Lily had heard rumors she had even become something of a tramp right after the breakup, shagging a different man every night for weeks. Some said she had even picked up Muggle guys in pubs.
Her behavior was making Ron and Demelza uncomfortable, as well. Ron and Hermione were still friends, he was now perfectly civil with Teddy and Demelza and Hermione were at least comfortable in each other’s presence.
Lily suddenly noticed something very subtly different about Hermione, though, actually cursing her powers of observation. There was the slightest swelling in her abdomen, her breasts were the tiniest bit larger, and her nipples slightly darker. Lily was sure she was pregnant, but if they had intended to announce it today, Victoire’s sudden reappearance had obviously put a damper on it. Lily wasn’t sure she wanted to be present when the ‘blessed event’ was announced or not. If their affair and marriage had caused an uproar, their starting their own family when Hermione was forty would probably spark an explosion unequaled since Krakatoa.
Lily went into the house and headed for the loo on the second floor. She was almost there when she glanced into one of the guestrooms and saw her mother straddling her father on the bed.
“God, yes, Harry!” she heard Ginny cry. “I love it! I love you! You and your...your magnificent cock!”
Her mother’s back was towards her and her body blocked her father’s view as Lily couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her father’s large, stiff cock appearing, then disappearing inside her mother’s body.
Lily had seen ‘sex’ books, both Muggle and magical, which, naturally, featured moving illustrations of the various positions for intercourse. James somehow or other acquired a Muggle porno DVD and showed it to his buddies late one night a week or so ago as Lily watched through the doorway, fascinated and disgusted.
Seeing it ‘in person,’ however, was simply totally different. She heard her mother’s gasps and whimpers of passion, her father’s grunts and groans of lust and desire, could even see the thin sheen of sweat on their bodies and hear their flesh wetly slapping together. She knew she should run and hide, but she was rooted to the spot.
“Almost...almost,” Ginny whined, her slick, hot cunt beginning to tremble as Harry’s marvelous cock split her walls apart again and again as she rocked herself up and down on it.
“Come for me, Gin, come for me!” Harry growled. Then, he grabbed her hips, literally bouncing her mother up and down on him.
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!!” Ginny cried as her muscles contracted and spasmed along Harry’s length as he pushed himself into her as hard and as deep as he could, almost screaming as his cock swelled and throbbed inside his wife’s amazing body, spilling himself into her.
Lily saw her mother’s buttocks clench and release in time with the contractions deep inside her. She could even see her juices glistening on her father’s cock as he continued to push it up into her. The ‘squishy’ sounds his thrusts created were very audible.
Lily finally came to her senses and quietly ran to the bathroom. She sat on the commode and just shivered for a while, trying to come to grips with what she had witnessed. She should have run right away, she knew that, but she couldn’t. She had simply been mesmerized by the scene.
“I can’t do it! It doesn’t matter how amazing it looks, how wonderful it might feel,” she wept quietly. “I’m only twelve, I’m only twelve. Damn, why is this happening to me? I want sex, love, sex, but I can’t, I know I can’t!”
She stayed in the loo until she heard her parents leave, giggling and obviously fondling and kissing each other. She loved her parents, they were the most wonderful parents a young witch could ask for. She just couldn’t figure how she had managed to be present at three intimate encounters between them. It’s not like she was spying on them, like she did her brothers or at school.
Lily reached between her thighs and started stroking herself, but soon decided that that wouldn’t really help her right now. She composed herself for a few more minutes, then went back out to the beach.
Her folks were sitting and chatting amiably with Bill and Fleur. She had a sneaking suspicion that her aunt and uncle knew exactly what her parents had been doing. She noticed a very passionate glance pass between her father and Fleur, and quickly decided she did not even want to think about going down that trail. She had once overheard Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, whisper to her grandmother, Molly, that her father and Fleur had actually been intimate with each other years and years ago. Of course, gossip and rumors had her father being intimate with hundreds of witches.
Lily went into the ocean to see if the cool water would calm her very warm and excited pussy. It helped a little. Eddy smiled at her, but she shook her head and got out.
Rose was lying on her back, sunning herself. She had a small smile on her lips. Three young wizards, her brother, James, Brian Finnigan and Frank Longbottom, were all lying on their stomachs on their towels about three feet below her feet. It was obvious they were staring at her ‘bald’ twat and were reacting as teenage wizards are wont to do.
Lily plopped down beside her cousin, putting a cold, wet hand on her tanned and prominent mons veneris.
“Damn you!” Rose squealed, her thighs falling open from the shock. “I’m going to...to hex your legs together!” She quickly snapped her own legs back together, ignoring the gasps and groans from her ‘audience’ at the unexpected lurid view.
“Walk with me?” Lily asked.
Rose nodded, got up and stretched, grinning at the groans from her three ‘admirers.’ She took Lily’s hand and they walked down the beach, the young wizards ogling their lovely posteriors as they swayed with unconscious sexiness.
They sat on the rocks near the end of Bill’s property.
“What’s the matter, Lily?” Rose asked.
“My body, my hormones, my...my, God, my life,” Lily muttered. “Why do I want to have sex with Eddy and Frank and even Hugo and, God, and all my male cousins, and, damn, even my brothers?”
“I don’t have an answer,” Rose sighed. “Your parents both have very healthy sex drives. My mother says your mother was actually considered rather promiscuous when she was at school. No one ever said it to her face, of course, but, Lily, she had a year-long relationship, including a LOT of snogging, with Michael Corner when she was only fourteen. Rumors even had her letting him touch her most intimate parts. Most girls in our parents’ generation were just starting to hold hands and hug at that age.”
“My Dad didn’t even make a move on her until his sixth year, and she had to practically rape him in the common room,” Lily commented.
“Your father had plenty else on his mind and in his head, Lily, you know that. We all know that,” Rose reminded her. “Obviously, he made up for lost time once Voldemort was gone. Come on, what’s really bothering you?”
Lily told Rose about seeing her parents having sex and her on-going battle with her ‘raging hormones.’
Rose gasped and blushed, then said evenly, “Well, you were right. You should have left right away, especially today. Still, I imagine seeing another couple actually doing it would have a certain fascination. I can hear my mother and Teddy, sometimes. They don’t always remember the silencing charm. I admit, it gets me hot.”
“What can I do, though?” Lily moped. “I swear, I think if Eddy, or anyone, walked up to me right now and asked for sex, I’d jump their body and...and, argh, ‘impale my throbbing, dripping womanhood on their hard, steely cock.’ Isn’t that the phrase in all the cheap romance novels?”
“I don’t read such drivel,” Rose giggled. “Yes, that’s exactly what those books say. You’re too young, I’m still too young. It would hurt, hurt a lot, especially you being so buff.”
“What can I do?” Lily asked again.
“Masturbate more?” Rose suggested. “I know you do. I need to teach you the localized muffling charm. That will keep your grunts and groans limited to your bed.”
“You...you listen to me masturbate!?” Lily cried.
“How can I help it? Lily, the bed I sleep in at your house is only ten feet away from yours!”
Lily shook her head and actually started crying, something she very rarely did. Rose moved next to her and pulled her into a hug.
“She’s been there for me,” Rose thought as she stroked her cousin’s back and luxuriant red mane. “I just don’t know what I can do for her, though, short of trying my best to make sure no one else finds out about her having sex when she’s only twelve.”
Lily soon composed herself. “Thanks for the shoulder, Rose,” she murmured. “I’m so glad we’re such good friends. Kind of like our mothers, aren’t we?”
“I guess,” Rose smiled. “I don’t think my mother ever needed to talk your mother out of having sex before she was a teenager, though. I’ll talk to you anytime, anywhere, Lily, you know I will.”
“Thanks,” Lily sighed. “Now, what’s the real reason you shaved your pussy, Rose? A bikini trim? We never wear suits here, you know that!”
Rose blushed and shook her head. “I...I can’t tell you. You...you’d hate me, tattle to my mother.”
“Never!” Lily swore. “Come on, we’re best friends. What’s bothering you?”
“Scorpius invited me to Malfoy Manor for a swim party in a couple of weeks,” Rose confessed.
“Scorpius? Rose! He’s a Malfoy! Your folks will never let you go, you know that,” Lily said bluntly.
“So what?” Rose snapped. “I...I like him. Why shouldn’t I? The war’s been over for a generation. He’s NOT his father or grandfather!”
“I’m all for it, honest, Rose, you know that,” Lily assured her. “Tell your folks you’re coming to visit me, you’re there all the time anyway. I’ll cover for you, I promise.”
“You...you’d really do that for me?” Rose sniffled, hugging her cousin tightly.
“Of course,” Lily smiled. “I’ll expect all the gooey details as soon as you get back to my place, though! Did he complain that your bush was too wiry or something?”
“LILY!!” Rose screeched. “You...you’re just obscene, you know that!? He’s hasn’t touched me like that, no one has. You know that perfectly well. You haven’t let anyone touch...”
Lily shook her head. “No. Of course not. I want to, but I know if I did, that...that I’d want more. And more. And more. But, I want some kind of physical contact!”
“Just...just insist that it be on top of your clothes,” Rose said softly, blushing deeply. “But, really, Lily. I know this sounds weird since I’m only fourteen, but you’re really still too young, you just are.”
“I know, I know,” Lily lamented. “You and Scorpius going to the Halloween Ball?”
“We want to, but, well, I’d need formal robes and my mother would want to know who I’m going with,” Rose said.
“We’ll set up something,” Lily promised. “I have plenty of my own money. I’ll help you buy the robes.”
“Are you going?” Rose asked. “With who?”
Lily blushed, another thing she rarely did. “Umm, er, well...”
“Tell me,” Rose snickered, putting her fingers on Lily’s ribs. “I’ll tickle you until you pee yourself if you don’t!”
Lily grinned and shook her head, then squealed as her cousin tickled her for several seconds.
“Stop! Stop!” Lily panted. “Alright. Er, umm, Julian,” she said softly.
Rose’s eyes widened to saucers. “Julian? Julian Corner!? Lily! He...he’s going to be a fifth-year. He’s like the most popular guy in Ravenclaw!”
Julian, Michael Corner and Cho Chang’s son, was tall, handsome and the keeper for the Ravenclaw House Quidditch squad. He was easily one of the most popular wizards at the school. Reliable sources had him already being intimate with a couple of sixth-year girls.
“I guess female Weasleys have a weakness for male Corners,” Lily smiled.
“Have you told your folks?” Rose asked.
“Er, no, not yet,” Lily admitted. “I...I need the right moment. I’ll do it before it’s time to go to Diagon Alley and get school supplies. Just, well, run into me there and that’ll give us the excuse to hang out together. We’ll get your robes for you then.”
PART IV -- INTERLUDE
Ginny was doing her and Harry’s laundry and noticed that Lily had left her clothes in the dryer. Again.
The Godric’s Hollow house had electricity and many Muggle conveniences. The washer and dryer were a godsend. Even the boys knew how to use them, but like their sister, often forgot to retrieve their clothes after drying them.
Ginny sighed and shrugged, then charmed Lily’s clothes onto the sorting table. She waved her wand, sorting the clothes, then stopped as a particular black and red item caught her notice. She picked it up on the end of her wand and stared, somewhat shocked and somewhat bemused, at the tiny, black and red lace thong.
“Lily!” she shouted. “Lily Luna Potter! Get your bum down here, now!”
Lily showed up thirty seconds later, panting, “What, Mum!? What’s wrong?”
“What is this?” Ginny asked her lovely, very precocious daughter.
“It’s a thong, Mum,” Lily answered simply.
“I KNOW it’s a thong, Lily, but what is it doing in your laundry?”
“It was dirty and smelly. I mean, after all, I wear over my pussy,” Lily replied.
“LILY!!” Ginny huffed. “I swear, your vocabulary is worse than either of your brothers’. I should forbid you to play Quidditch. It’s a bad influence.”
“Dad always says he loves the way you can swear,” Lily teased.
Ginny blushed and growled at her youngest, “I need to talk to your father about that. Why are you wearing thongs, Lily? You’re only twelve years old.”
“You won’t let me wear those ‘barely there’ knickers like you do,” Lily complained. “I like nice things next to my skin. Why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m twelve doesn’t mean I have to wear ‘little girl’ cotton knickers all the time!”
Ginny knew what Lily meant. She had worn ‘little girl’ cotton knickers all through school. It was all she and her family could afford. She had been very envious of the Patil twins. Their parents were well off and the two of them had the most amazing, sexy, silk lingerie.
“Still, Lily, you’re really too young for something like this,” Ginny demurred. “And this,” she added, picking up a transparent, red silk brassiere.
“It’s not like anyone else sees them, other than the other girls in my dorm. I wear jock shorts when I play Quidditch, and a sports bra. Come on, Mum, don’t be so mean to me,” Lily pouted.
“I’m not being mean, Lily,” Ginny sighed. “I...I guess I just worry a little about you. You’re so smart, so mature. You’ve grown up so fast. I guess I miss my ‘little’ girl.”
Lily hugged her mother tightly, drawing a gasp from her. Ginny hadn’t realized how strong Lily was. Of course, she hadn’t been a weakling when she was playing Quidditch, but flying a desk for the last fifteen years had taken its toll.
“I’ll always be your little girl, Mum, you know that,” Lily said softly and gently. “I’m sorry I’m so smart, such a trial to you and Dad.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for being intelligent, Lily. Never!” Ginny told her forcefully. “As for the trial part, well, your brothers haven’t been exactly easy to raise, either.”
Lily knew what her mother meant. James and Albus had very different personalities, although both were very strong individuals. She wondered if her parents were aware that her oldest brother, James, had actually had his first intimate experiences with a witch. She assumed not, since he was still alive. He and Arabella Goyle had gotten together after James pulled out the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch match, grabbing the snitch right out of the Ravenclaw seeker’s hands. Indeed, they’d gotten together several more times so far during the summer, once in James’ own bed.
Arabella would be starting her sixth year, and had turned sixteen back in January. She had a ‘reputation,’ but James had told Albus and his best friend, Brian Finnigan, that she had been a virgin.
Eddy Lovegood, one of Lily’s most ardent ‘admirers,’ confirmed James’ story. Eddy was in Slytherin and nothing that went on there escaped his notice. He also reported that Scorpius Malfoy was livid when he found out that someone else, and a Potter at that, had beaten his time with the beautiful Arabella. Andrew Nott was extremely angry, as well. He was in Arabella’s year and had been ‘courting’ her for three years.
Of course, Scorpius was ‘courting’ her cousin, Rose Weasley, a fact that not more than half a dozen people were aware of. The pool party Rose had gone to at Malfoy Manor just a week ago, turned out to be a private party - just her and Scorpius. The rest of his family was out of town. She had been very nervous at first, but Scorpius proved to be a perfect gentleman, Rose claimed, doing nothing more than giving her several warm and deep kisses goodbye at the end of the evening.
Rose had Flooed back to Godric’s Hollow, where her parents thought she had been spending the day and evening with Lily. Lily pressed her for the ‘gooey’ details, and Rose told her the story.
“Come on,” Lily persisted. “You don’t expect me to believe all you two did was kiss at the end of the date.”
“Lily, I swear,” Rose blushed.
“I won’t tell anyone, Rose, you know I won’t.”
Rose blushed deeply. “I...I took my bra off in the pool. We...we hugged a lot. It...it felt just amazing, but, I swear, he didn’t touch them with his hands. Okay, just...just once. It was so...so exciting. And...and he kissed me while he was doing it. He...he did squeeze my arse a little when we were kissing goodbye, but only on top of my suit. Honest, Lily, that’s all we did.”
Lily had hugged her cousin tightly, telling her she was a very lucky witch. Lily and Rose were best friends, and shared all their secrets. Rose was truly shocked, though, when Lily told her that James and Arabella had actually been making love to each other since May.
“He even had her here one day, when he thought no one else was around,” Lily told her breathlessly. “I hate to admit it, but it seemed like he really knew what he was about. At least that’s how I would interpret Arabella’s rather passionate screams.”
Lily would also never admit that she had been so totally turned on listening to her brother make love to Arabella, that she rubbed herself practically raw in her bed afterwards.
Rose simply put her hands over her mouth and shook her head in disbelief.
Lily snapped out of memory mode and let her mother out of the hug.
“Mum, can we get my school stuff today? And, I, well, I...I need a gown for the Halloween Ball,” Lily muttered.
“The Ball?” Ginny frowned. “You’re only a second-year, Lily.”
“I...I have a date,” Lily admitted.
“Who?” her mother asked, her concern rather obvious.
“Umm, Julian. Julian Corner.”
“Julian?” Ginny gasped. “Lily! He’s a fifth-year!”
“So?” Lily whined. “What do you think he’s going to do to me? That I’m going to do to him? Come on, Mum. I’ll be thirteen in a month. You were only thirteen when you went to the Yule Ball when you were at school.”
That was quite true, Ginny recalled. Her toes ached for days afterwards from Neville treading on them. She had desperately hoped Harry would ask her, but Neville looked so pitiful when he invited her, that she couldn’t resist. She had been tempted to break the date with Neville once Harry did ask her, but she couldn’t be that mean and Weasleys always kept their promises.
“Well, alright,” Ginny sighed. “Julian. He’s very handsome. Very personable. How did he happen to ask you?”
“We’re Quidditch buddies,” Lily told her. “We sometimes go out to the Pitch before breakfast. I toss quaffles and he tries to block them. He’s a good keeper, a very good keeper.”
“Just the two of you?” Ginny asked, again concerned.
“Yes, Mum,” Lily admitted. “Nothing else goes on, I promise you. I know perfectly well I’m too young for anything like that. Julian is a perfect gentleman, just like his father.”
Ginny couldn’t help blushing at that. Michael Corner, her first real boyfriend, was a gentleman. Ginny also recalled, both happily and embarrassedly, however, that she had been surprisingly wanton with him for her only being fourteen. She never told anyone, even Harry, just how intimate she had been with him. How much she had enjoyed his hands on her body, how she could make him moan and shiver when she touched him. She had ended up on top of him in the grass by the lake, grinding herself into him, many, many times, shuddering with barely repressed lust as his hands would slide up the back of her thighs and slip into her knickers. She had even let him touch her between her legs. She loved how his long, hard cock had felt in her hand.
“Well, alright, sweetheart,” Ginny said, banishing her memories, her pussy actually fluttering just a little. “We’ll go after lunch.”
“Can we eat there? Please? At Florean’s, maybe?” Lily begged.
“Oh, alright,” Ginny agreed with a smile. “Where did you actually get this thong?”
“Umm, from a Muggle catalogue. A store called Victoria’s Secret. Please, Mum, why can’t I wear knickers like yours? They’re so pretty, so sexy. They feel so nice, too,” Lily pouted.
“Oh, alright, we’ll see,” Ginny sighed again. Lily was so beautiful, so grown up, but she was still only twelve. Her mother, Molly, would have grounded her for life if she had found a thong in her laundry when she was twelve. Hell, when she was seventeen.
Lily grabbed a bag of Galleons from her room. She had been withdrawing them from her account at Gringotts a little at a time for the last few weeks. She was planning on helping Rose buy formal robes for the Ball. They had agreed that this would be the day they went to get their school supplies, so that they could ‘accidentally’ run into each other.
Hermione and Teddy were comfortably well-off, but Rose did not have access to the sort of money Lily did. Her mother had been one of the highest-paid Quidditch players in the world when she played, and in addition to being senior Quidditch correspondent for The Daily Prophet, she had written several best-selling books about the sport and its famous players. Her father, of course, was head of the Aurors and had inherited quite a lot of money from his parents and Sirius. Harry and Ginny were very generous in the allowances they gave their children, perhaps subconsciously making up for their somewhat deprived childhoods.
Rose was going to go to the Ball with Scorpius. They were tired of hiding their relationship, and figured there wouldn’t be any untoward incidents at an event as important as the Halloween Ball, which was being held for the first time in nearly sixty years.
Rose hadn’t told her parents, she knew they’d forbid her to go. The old memories and wounds from the war and the Malfoy family still rankled deep, especially with Rose’s father, Ron. Her mother, Hermione, might have been agreeable, but despite her having custody of Rose and Hugo, she kept Ron closely involved in their upbringing. Plus, having an argument with her ex-husband was a stress factor she didn’t need right now. She and Teddy had just informed the family last week that she was pregnant and expecting a daughter sometime in late March or early April.
Lily had guessed Hermione was pregnant back in July at the party at Shell Cottage, but kept her suspicions to herself. She didn’t even tell Rose at the time. To her credit, Rose accepted her mother’s pregnancy very gracefully, even happily. Hugo, on the other hand, was totally stressed out by it. He feared he would be totally forgotten and ignored once the new baby was born. Lily foresaw another year of comforting and reassuring her shy, confused cousin, of whom she was truly very fond.
She and Ginny Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, had lunch at Florean’s, got her books and supplies, then went to Twilfit and Tattings for her gown. Ginny was excited by now and just sighed constantly as her beautiful daughter modeled several of the gowns for her. They finally settled on a shimmery, blue and red evening dress. Ginny thought it too tight, and the mid-thigh hem too high, but Lily whined and pouted her into acceptance.
Ginny broke down and went with her daughter to Gladrags Witches’ Wear and allowed her to purchase several pairs of the silk, ‘barely there’ knickers that she was so fond of, as well as several very sexy, frilly, silk lace brassieres. Ginny couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s amazing body as she blushingly and teasingly modeled a few of the items for her equally red-faced mother.
Ginny enjoyed the feel of silk on her skin and understood why Lily did as well. Harry, of course, loved Ginny’s sexy lingerie, although he loved taking it off her much more than watching her model it.
As they were leaving Gladrags, they ran into Rose, who was also picking up her school supplies.
“You alone, sweetie?” Ginny asked.
Rose nodded. “Mum’s feeling down, morning sickness. Hugo is, I don’t know, somewhere. I’m sure my Mum would love a visit if you can, Aunt Ginny.”
“I’ll do that,” Ginny decided. “Give me your stuff, Rose, I’ll take it home for you. I’ll take yours, too, Lily. You two have a nice visit together. I’ll see you at home for supper, Lily. Would you like to come, Rose?” Ginny asked, figuring Hermione could use a break from cooking.
“Sure,” her niece agreed. “Thank you. Thank you for taking my stuff back for me. Mum will really be happy to see you, I know she will.”
As soon as Ginny was gone, the young witches went into Madam Malkins and found the perfect robes for Rose. She was wearing formal robes rather than a dress. Scorpius said he preferred traditional garb for an event as important as the Halloween Ball.
Lily also treated Rose to several pairs of ‘barely there’ knickers and frilly, silk bras.
Sitting at Florean Fortescue’s and sipping their ice cream sodas, Lily teased her best friend and cousin, asking, “So, which pair of knickers are you going to let Scorpius get his hands into?”
“Lily Potter!” Rose squealed and blushed. “You...you’re just rude and crude and...and...I don’t know what else. Please, I...I’m nervous enough about this as it is. My father will probably pull me out of Hogwarts, send me to Beauxbatons or something.”
Lily knew that her Uncle Ron would be furious once word got to him about Rose and Scorpius being together. Her own father still bore a grudge against Draco, Scorpius’ father, but the two of them had numerous professional contacts and were always perfectly civil with each other. Her mother actually got along fairly well with Astoria, Scorpius’ mother. Her parents were always invited to the Malfoys’ New Year’s Ball, and actually attended on occasion.
Rose decided she could do some teasing as well.
“So,” she smiled, “how did your mother react when you told her your date was the ‘Ravisher of Ravenclaw?’”
Lily blushed and sputtered, “Julian is so NOT like that.”
“Lily,” Rose said seriously, “he’s had sex with two, no, three other witches. Two sixth-years and a seventh-year. He’s just about the handsomest wizard at the school. You need to keep that in mind. He...he may want a little more from you than just a goodnight kiss.”
Lily knew all about Julian’s reputation. She had kissed him a fair amount at the end of last term, even snogged him a couple of times. However, she had made it clear to him at that time that he could not touch her under her clothes, and he honored her restrictions. Still, the Ball was so special that Lily knew she had to be prepared for him wanting ‘a little more.’
“I’ll deal with that when it happens, Rose,” Lily replied. She knew she might be lying to herself a little about Julian. He would almost undoubtedly want more intimate contact than just a kiss and tight hug. Lily wanted to ask her mother what she had allowed Michael, Julian’s father, to do with her when they dated, but she simply didn’t have the nerve.
“Ah, my Lily of the Hollow,” Eddy Lovegood smiled, “and the fair Rose of Hermione!”
“Hello, Eddy,” Lily smiled. “Hi, Luna, Urania,” she greeted his mother and sister.
“Hello, girls,” Luna said. “Shopping, I see. Urania, do you want to stay with your friends?”
“Sure, thanks, mother,” Urania said. Urania Lovegood was starting her sixth-year. She was slender and beautiful, with long, long blond hair, just like her mother. She was also extremely talented, even Rose and Lily admired her skills and intelligence. She was going to be a Ravenclaw Prefect this term, and was the odds-on favorite for Head Girl her seventh year.
The two kids sat down as Luna bid them farewell in her sweet, airy voice and wandered off in the general direction of the Leaky Cauldron.
“Aren’t you afraid she’ll get lost?” Lily teased.
“I’ve put a tracer spell on her,” Urania grinned. “She got lost in Muggle London once and it took us three days to find her. Oh, Rose, are those your robes for the Ball?”
Rose nodded and Urania asked, “Who’s your date? That nice Elliott Gardiner, the Hufflepuff chaser, asked me to go with him. I’m really quite thrilled. I’m surprised James didn’t ask me. He’s been drooling over me since his first year.”
“Umm, James is going with Arabella,” Lily said evenly. “He still drools over you, Urania, trust me,” Lily concluded with a grimace. Obviously, Urania was unaware that James and Arabella had moved their relationship to next level.
“So, who’s your date, Rose?” Urania asked again.
“Ahh, er, well...”
Eddy spoke up, “Urania, promise not to tell a soul?”
“Of course,” she agreed with a nod.
“Scorpius,” Rose admitted softly.
Urania’s eyes widened. “Truly? That’s...that’s very brave of you, Rose. He seems like a nice fellow, but he’s still got a lot of that Malfoy arrogance. I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. Well, I wanted to get a couple more books, so I’ll leave you three to it. Eddy, mother’s expecting us both home for dinner,” she reminded him as she got up to leave.
“I’m going to go home with Lily, aren’t I, Lily?” Eddy grinned. Urania snickered just a little at Lily’s blush as she walked away.
“If you want,” Lily answered carefully. “I’m sure James and Al will be delighted to see you. I think James got another porno DVD. Where does he get them?”
“There’s a place about two blocks from the Leaky,” Eddy told them. “He uses a glamour charm to make himself look like he’s thirty years old. How was your pool party, Rose?”
Rose blushed and gasped, “How...how did you? How did you know about that?”
“I wasn’t sure until just now,” Eddy smirked. “Nothing that goes on in Slytherin gets past me. Andrew bet me a Galleon that Scorpius would get his hands into your suit. Did he?”
“You’re disgusting, Eddy Lovegood,” Rose snapped.
“Yes, Eddy,” Lily said. “That was rather crude, even for you.”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I am, really. Being a Slytherin sometimes gets the best of me. Could I go home with you, Lily?”
“I’m not going to let you snog me, Eddy,” she said, “so if you’re alright with that, sure, you can come home with me.”
“Not even one little snog?” he wheedled.
Rose giggled at Lily’s red face. Eddy was the only boy that got to her like this. He really was very handsome and charming, and he was truly infatuated with Lily.
“Alright, maybe one,” Lily conceded with a small smile. “But, I swear, if you try to put your hands up my shirt like last time, I’ll make the bats fly out of your arse!”
Written for lunalovepotter for r-becca's Changing Seasons.
Title: Lily of the Hollow
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~6600
A/N: DH but not Epilogue compliant. I don't care for some of the pairings JKR has come up with in her follow-up interviews.
Warnings: Strong sexual content. Note: There is frank sexual banter and inappropriate behavior between underaged individuals. However, all explicit sexual situations involve characters that are 'of age.' Any sexual intercourse between minors is only referred to or takes place 'off stage.'
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of adult fiction and is not intended to promote or condone the activities depicted herein.
PART III - SUMMER
Lily Potter was walking along the beach at Shell Cottage, naked as the day she was born. Of course, almost everyone else was naked as well. Her grandparents had even come to tolerate it, although neither of them ever took off their suit.
It was a very large party this year, several Hogwarts students other than family were in attendance, many of whom were still blushing at being nude with all their friends. A couple of younger girls, Alice MacMillan and Georgia Finnigan, still had their suits on, despite the pleas of many young wizards that they ‘get with the programme.’
Lily noticed her cousin, Rose, still had her bikini bottom on, although her lovely, full breasts were bare.
“Can’t be having her period,” Lily thought. “We’re synched up and mine was over last week.”
She walked over, plopped down on Rose’s blanket, and started to tug at the ties on the side of her suit.
“Stop it, you redheaded pervert!” Rose growled.
“What’s the matter?” Lily grinned. “Come on, Eddy and Frank and my pervert brothers and all the other guys are all dying to see that pretty, red bush of yours! So am I!”
“Er, umm, it’s...it’s, well, none of your business, Lily Potter!” Rose puffed. “Keep your wandering hands to yourself, if you please.”
Lily suddenly sat on Rose’s chest, her firm tits mashed by her cheeks, her pale, freckled arse almost stuck in Rose’s face.
“Get off me!” Rose squealed. “Don’t you dare take my bottom off! Lily! Stop!”
Lily giggled, she was much stronger than her cousin despite their age difference. She undid the bows and flipped the front of Rose’s bikini bottom down, then giggled again.
“What did you do?”
Rose gave Lily’s lovely rump a sharp, hard smack, causing the younger girl to yelp and gigglingly threaten, “I’ll sit on your face if you’re not careful. Then what will everyone say?”
“Lily! Please!” Rose wailed.
Lily got off and smiled at her flushed cousin, shaking her head. Her twat was totally bare.
“Why, Rosie?” Lily snickered.
“I...I was doing my bikini trim and messed it up and, well, it kept getting worse and, well, I just shaved it all off.”
Lily nodded and looked closely at her cousin’s naked snatch. “It’s really different looking, that’s for sure,” Lily admitted, absentmindedly rubbing her own luxuriant, bright red bush.
“My clitoris sticks out, I’m so embarrassed,” Rose sniffled. “Everyone will think I’m...I’m...”
Lily nodded. Rose’s clitoral hood was very prominent, but had previously been well concealed within her cousin’s lush, brownish-red pubes. Lily’s own clitoris was ‘buried’ within her tightly closed folds, just as her mother’s was.
“Come on, Rose,” Lily said, getting up and pulling her cousin up with her. “It’s really very sexy. I’ll Bat Bogey anyone who tries touching it! Promise!”
“Including you?” Rose chuckled.
They walked hand-in-hand to the ocean. Several guys did a double-take. They were used to seeing the two young witches’ complementary red snatches, so Rose’s hairless quim was a real contrast. Only a couple guys were brave enough to give Rose a hug.
Nudity was not a big deal in the Wizarding world. The human body was what it was, and in and of itself, was not regarded as either prurient or shameful. The parents did, however, strongly warn their children not touch each other in any intimate or sexual manner, and, for the most part, they obeyed. However, there were always a few ‘cheap’ feels in the water. The parents were often as guilty of this as any of the children were.
Lily felt a pair of arms go around her waist.
“Hello, my Lily of the Hollow,” Eddy Lovegood murmured in her ear.
“Eddy, stop!” Lily whined, blushing as she felt his obvious erection poking into her buttocks. She made the mistake of pushing herself back against him and heard him gasp with delight.
“Are you sure?” he cooed.
She turned around and pushed him away.
“Eddy, stop!” she said. “My parents will curse you. Please, I’m...I’m just not ready for anything like this, not yet.”
Eddy sighed and hung his head. “I’m sorry, Lily. You’re just so...so, God, so damned sexy.”
Lily blushed, but was actually very flattered. She had a body every bit as sexy and sensual as any witch on the beach, as sexy as Fleur, Gabrielle, or her own mother. She was still almost two months shy of her thirteenth birthday, but she had a woman’s body.
Lily was both proud of and frustrated over this. She was the best chaser at Hogwarts in decades, many thought her better than her own mother. Even superstars like Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet told her she was an amazing talent. Her body was toned and muscular from Quidditch and exercise. Her breasts were full and firm, not too large or small. Her stomach was hard and flat, her bottom firm and round, her legs long, strong and shapely. Her mother often told her that she didn’t have a body like Lily’s until she was sixteen.
Naturally, she attracted a great deal of attention from wizards, many of them much older than her, and she was often frustrated and angry that such attention got her excited. Much more excited than she should be at only twelve years old. She knew the facts of life and knew perfectly well that she was much too young to even think about sex. However, her raging hormones often begged to differ with her. She had lamented to Rose during Easter at the Burrow that her ‘twelve-year old body was cursed with sixteen-year-old hormones.’
Her mother, and grandmother, both assured her that witches and wizards just naturally matured at an earlier age than Muggles, but they admitted that Lily was precocious even for a magical female.
She suddenly felt the urge to pee, so she got out and wrapped her towel around her shapely hips. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t pee in the ocean like everyone else, but, she just couldn’t.
Walking up towards Shell Cottage, she swore that the temperature dropped forty degrees. Ted and Hermione were there, so were Ron and Demelza. However, the surprise guest of the day, as it were, was Victoire with her new boyfriend, a certain Pierre de la Marne, a thirty-something attache at the French Magical Embassy in London.
Victoire had made a point of sitting down near Teddy and Hermione and spent a great deal of time kissing and petting her new lover. Teddy ignored her as much as he could, but she could be very noticeable when she wanted.
Lily often wondered what had caused their breakup, they had been very passionate lovers for a couple of years. Victoire was still an incredibly beautiful witch, as pretty or prettier than her mother, Fleur, or her aunt, Gabrielle. Lily had heard rumors she had even become something of a tramp right after the breakup, shagging a different man every night for weeks. Some said she had even picked up Muggle guys in pubs.
Her behavior was making Ron and Demelza uncomfortable, as well. Ron and Hermione were still friends, he was now perfectly civil with Teddy and Demelza and Hermione were at least comfortable in each other’s presence.
Lily suddenly noticed something very subtly different about Hermione, though, actually cursing her powers of observation. There was the slightest swelling in her abdomen, her breasts were the tiniest bit larger, and her nipples slightly darker. Lily was sure she was pregnant, but if they had intended to announce it today, Victoire’s sudden reappearance had obviously put a damper on it. Lily wasn’t sure she wanted to be present when the ‘blessed event’ was announced or not. If their affair and marriage had caused an uproar, their starting their own family when Hermione was forty would probably spark an explosion unequaled since Krakatoa.
Lily went into the house and headed for the loo on the second floor. She was almost there when she glanced into one of the guestrooms and saw her mother straddling her father on the bed.
“God, yes, Harry!” she heard Ginny cry. “I love it! I love you! You and your...your magnificent cock!”
Her mother’s back was towards her and her body blocked her father’s view as Lily couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her father’s large, stiff cock appearing, then disappearing inside her mother’s body.
Lily had seen ‘sex’ books, both Muggle and magical, which, naturally, featured moving illustrations of the various positions for intercourse. James somehow or other acquired a Muggle porno DVD and showed it to his buddies late one night a week or so ago as Lily watched through the doorway, fascinated and disgusted.
Seeing it ‘in person,’ however, was simply totally different. She heard her mother’s gasps and whimpers of passion, her father’s grunts and groans of lust and desire, could even see the thin sheen of sweat on their bodies and hear their flesh wetly slapping together. She knew she should run and hide, but she was rooted to the spot.
“Almost...almost,” Ginny whined, her slick, hot cunt beginning to tremble as Harry’s marvelous cock split her walls apart again and again as she rocked herself up and down on it.
“Come for me, Gin, come for me!” Harry growled. Then, he grabbed her hips, literally bouncing her mother up and down on him.
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!!” Ginny cried as her muscles contracted and spasmed along Harry’s length as he pushed himself into her as hard and as deep as he could, almost screaming as his cock swelled and throbbed inside his wife’s amazing body, spilling himself into her.
Lily saw her mother’s buttocks clench and release in time with the contractions deep inside her. She could even see her juices glistening on her father’s cock as he continued to push it up into her. The ‘squishy’ sounds his thrusts created were very audible.
Lily finally came to her senses and quietly ran to the bathroom. She sat on the commode and just shivered for a while, trying to come to grips with what she had witnessed. She should have run right away, she knew that, but she couldn’t. She had simply been mesmerized by the scene.
“I can’t do it! It doesn’t matter how amazing it looks, how wonderful it might feel,” she wept quietly. “I’m only twelve, I’m only twelve. Damn, why is this happening to me? I want sex, love, sex, but I can’t, I know I can’t!”
She stayed in the loo until she heard her parents leave, giggling and obviously fondling and kissing each other. She loved her parents, they were the most wonderful parents a young witch could ask for. She just couldn’t figure how she had managed to be present at three intimate encounters between them. It’s not like she was spying on them, like she did her brothers or at school.
Lily reached between her thighs and started stroking herself, but soon decided that that wouldn’t really help her right now. She composed herself for a few more minutes, then went back out to the beach.
Her folks were sitting and chatting amiably with Bill and Fleur. She had a sneaking suspicion that her aunt and uncle knew exactly what her parents had been doing. She noticed a very passionate glance pass between her father and Fleur, and quickly decided she did not even want to think about going down that trail. She had once overheard Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, whisper to her grandmother, Molly, that her father and Fleur had actually been intimate with each other years and years ago. Of course, gossip and rumors had her father being intimate with hundreds of witches.
Lily went into the ocean to see if the cool water would calm her very warm and excited pussy. It helped a little. Eddy smiled at her, but she shook her head and got out.
Rose was lying on her back, sunning herself. She had a small smile on her lips. Three young wizards, her brother, James, Brian Finnigan and Frank Longbottom, were all lying on their stomachs on their towels about three feet below her feet. It was obvious they were staring at her ‘bald’ twat and were reacting as teenage wizards are wont to do.
Lily plopped down beside her cousin, putting a cold, wet hand on her tanned and prominent mons veneris.
“Damn you!” Rose squealed, her thighs falling open from the shock. “I’m going to...to hex your legs together!” She quickly snapped her own legs back together, ignoring the gasps and groans from her ‘audience’ at the unexpected lurid view.
“Walk with me?” Lily asked.
Rose nodded, got up and stretched, grinning at the groans from her three ‘admirers.’ She took Lily’s hand and they walked down the beach, the young wizards ogling their lovely posteriors as they swayed with unconscious sexiness.
They sat on the rocks near the end of Bill’s property.
“What’s the matter, Lily?” Rose asked.
“My body, my hormones, my...my, God, my life,” Lily muttered. “Why do I want to have sex with Eddy and Frank and even Hugo and, God, and all my male cousins, and, damn, even my brothers?”
“I don’t have an answer,” Rose sighed. “Your parents both have very healthy sex drives. My mother says your mother was actually considered rather promiscuous when she was at school. No one ever said it to her face, of course, but, Lily, she had a year-long relationship, including a LOT of snogging, with Michael Corner when she was only fourteen. Rumors even had her letting him touch her most intimate parts. Most girls in our parents’ generation were just starting to hold hands and hug at that age.”
“My Dad didn’t even make a move on her until his sixth year, and she had to practically rape him in the common room,” Lily commented.
“Your father had plenty else on his mind and in his head, Lily, you know that. We all know that,” Rose reminded her. “Obviously, he made up for lost time once Voldemort was gone. Come on, what’s really bothering you?”
Lily told Rose about seeing her parents having sex and her on-going battle with her ‘raging hormones.’
Rose gasped and blushed, then said evenly, “Well, you were right. You should have left right away, especially today. Still, I imagine seeing another couple actually doing it would have a certain fascination. I can hear my mother and Teddy, sometimes. They don’t always remember the silencing charm. I admit, it gets me hot.”
“What can I do, though?” Lily moped. “I swear, I think if Eddy, or anyone, walked up to me right now and asked for sex, I’d jump their body and...and, argh, ‘impale my throbbing, dripping womanhood on their hard, steely cock.’ Isn’t that the phrase in all the cheap romance novels?”
“I don’t read such drivel,” Rose giggled. “Yes, that’s exactly what those books say. You’re too young, I’m still too young. It would hurt, hurt a lot, especially you being so buff.”
“What can I do?” Lily asked again.
“Masturbate more?” Rose suggested. “I know you do. I need to teach you the localized muffling charm. That will keep your grunts and groans limited to your bed.”
“You...you listen to me masturbate!?” Lily cried.
“How can I help it? Lily, the bed I sleep in at your house is only ten feet away from yours!”
Lily shook her head and actually started crying, something she very rarely did. Rose moved next to her and pulled her into a hug.
“She’s been there for me,” Rose thought as she stroked her cousin’s back and luxuriant red mane. “I just don’t know what I can do for her, though, short of trying my best to make sure no one else finds out about her having sex when she’s only twelve.”
Lily soon composed herself. “Thanks for the shoulder, Rose,” she murmured. “I’m so glad we’re such good friends. Kind of like our mothers, aren’t we?”
“I guess,” Rose smiled. “I don’t think my mother ever needed to talk your mother out of having sex before she was a teenager, though. I’ll talk to you anytime, anywhere, Lily, you know I will.”
“Thanks,” Lily sighed. “Now, what’s the real reason you shaved your pussy, Rose? A bikini trim? We never wear suits here, you know that!”
Rose blushed and shook her head. “I...I can’t tell you. You...you’d hate me, tattle to my mother.”
“Never!” Lily swore. “Come on, we’re best friends. What’s bothering you?”
“Scorpius invited me to Malfoy Manor for a swim party in a couple of weeks,” Rose confessed.
“Scorpius? Rose! He’s a Malfoy! Your folks will never let you go, you know that,” Lily said bluntly.
“So what?” Rose snapped. “I...I like him. Why shouldn’t I? The war’s been over for a generation. He’s NOT his father or grandfather!”
“I’m all for it, honest, Rose, you know that,” Lily assured her. “Tell your folks you’re coming to visit me, you’re there all the time anyway. I’ll cover for you, I promise.”
“You...you’d really do that for me?” Rose sniffled, hugging her cousin tightly.
“Of course,” Lily smiled. “I’ll expect all the gooey details as soon as you get back to my place, though! Did he complain that your bush was too wiry or something?”
“LILY!!” Rose screeched. “You...you’re just obscene, you know that!? He’s hasn’t touched me like that, no one has. You know that perfectly well. You haven’t let anyone touch...”
Lily shook her head. “No. Of course not. I want to, but I know if I did, that...that I’d want more. And more. And more. But, I want some kind of physical contact!”
“Just...just insist that it be on top of your clothes,” Rose said softly, blushing deeply. “But, really, Lily. I know this sounds weird since I’m only fourteen, but you’re really still too young, you just are.”
“I know, I know,” Lily lamented. “You and Scorpius going to the Halloween Ball?”
“We want to, but, well, I’d need formal robes and my mother would want to know who I’m going with,” Rose said.
“We’ll set up something,” Lily promised. “I have plenty of my own money. I’ll help you buy the robes.”
“Are you going?” Rose asked. “With who?”
Lily blushed, another thing she rarely did. “Umm, er, well...”
“Tell me,” Rose snickered, putting her fingers on Lily’s ribs. “I’ll tickle you until you pee yourself if you don’t!”
Lily grinned and shook her head, then squealed as her cousin tickled her for several seconds.
“Stop! Stop!” Lily panted. “Alright. Er, umm, Julian,” she said softly.
Rose’s eyes widened to saucers. “Julian? Julian Corner!? Lily! He...he’s going to be a fifth-year. He’s like the most popular guy in Ravenclaw!”
Julian, Michael Corner and Cho Chang’s son, was tall, handsome and the keeper for the Ravenclaw House Quidditch squad. He was easily one of the most popular wizards at the school. Reliable sources had him already being intimate with a couple of sixth-year girls.
“I guess female Weasleys have a weakness for male Corners,” Lily smiled.
“Have you told your folks?” Rose asked.
“Er, no, not yet,” Lily admitted. “I...I need the right moment. I’ll do it before it’s time to go to Diagon Alley and get school supplies. Just, well, run into me there and that’ll give us the excuse to hang out together. We’ll get your robes for you then.”
PART IV -- INTERLUDE
Ginny was doing her and Harry’s laundry and noticed that Lily had left her clothes in the dryer. Again.
The Godric’s Hollow house had electricity and many Muggle conveniences. The washer and dryer were a godsend. Even the boys knew how to use them, but like their sister, often forgot to retrieve their clothes after drying them.
Ginny sighed and shrugged, then charmed Lily’s clothes onto the sorting table. She waved her wand, sorting the clothes, then stopped as a particular black and red item caught her notice. She picked it up on the end of her wand and stared, somewhat shocked and somewhat bemused, at the tiny, black and red lace thong.
“Lily!” she shouted. “Lily Luna Potter! Get your bum down here, now!”
Lily showed up thirty seconds later, panting, “What, Mum!? What’s wrong?”
“What is this?” Ginny asked her lovely, very precocious daughter.
“It’s a thong, Mum,” Lily answered simply.
“I KNOW it’s a thong, Lily, but what is it doing in your laundry?”
“It was dirty and smelly. I mean, after all, I wear over my pussy,” Lily replied.
“LILY!!” Ginny huffed. “I swear, your vocabulary is worse than either of your brothers’. I should forbid you to play Quidditch. It’s a bad influence.”
“Dad always says he loves the way you can swear,” Lily teased.
Ginny blushed and growled at her youngest, “I need to talk to your father about that. Why are you wearing thongs, Lily? You’re only twelve years old.”
“You won’t let me wear those ‘barely there’ knickers like you do,” Lily complained. “I like nice things next to my skin. Why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m twelve doesn’t mean I have to wear ‘little girl’ cotton knickers all the time!”
Ginny knew what Lily meant. She had worn ‘little girl’ cotton knickers all through school. It was all she and her family could afford. She had been very envious of the Patil twins. Their parents were well off and the two of them had the most amazing, sexy, silk lingerie.
“Still, Lily, you’re really too young for something like this,” Ginny demurred. “And this,” she added, picking up a transparent, red silk brassiere.
“It’s not like anyone else sees them, other than the other girls in my dorm. I wear jock shorts when I play Quidditch, and a sports bra. Come on, Mum, don’t be so mean to me,” Lily pouted.
“I’m not being mean, Lily,” Ginny sighed. “I...I guess I just worry a little about you. You’re so smart, so mature. You’ve grown up so fast. I guess I miss my ‘little’ girl.”
Lily hugged her mother tightly, drawing a gasp from her. Ginny hadn’t realized how strong Lily was. Of course, she hadn’t been a weakling when she was playing Quidditch, but flying a desk for the last fifteen years had taken its toll.
“I’ll always be your little girl, Mum, you know that,” Lily said softly and gently. “I’m sorry I’m so smart, such a trial to you and Dad.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for being intelligent, Lily. Never!” Ginny told her forcefully. “As for the trial part, well, your brothers haven’t been exactly easy to raise, either.”
Lily knew what her mother meant. James and Albus had very different personalities, although both were very strong individuals. She wondered if her parents were aware that her oldest brother, James, had actually had his first intimate experiences with a witch. She assumed not, since he was still alive. He and Arabella Goyle had gotten together after James pulled out the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw Quidditch match, grabbing the snitch right out of the Ravenclaw seeker’s hands. Indeed, they’d gotten together several more times so far during the summer, once in James’ own bed.
Arabella would be starting her sixth year, and had turned sixteen back in January. She had a ‘reputation,’ but James had told Albus and his best friend, Brian Finnigan, that she had been a virgin.
Eddy Lovegood, one of Lily’s most ardent ‘admirers,’ confirmed James’ story. Eddy was in Slytherin and nothing that went on there escaped his notice. He also reported that Scorpius Malfoy was livid when he found out that someone else, and a Potter at that, had beaten his time with the beautiful Arabella. Andrew Nott was extremely angry, as well. He was in Arabella’s year and had been ‘courting’ her for three years.
Of course, Scorpius was ‘courting’ her cousin, Rose Weasley, a fact that not more than half a dozen people were aware of. The pool party Rose had gone to at Malfoy Manor just a week ago, turned out to be a private party - just her and Scorpius. The rest of his family was out of town. She had been very nervous at first, but Scorpius proved to be a perfect gentleman, Rose claimed, doing nothing more than giving her several warm and deep kisses goodbye at the end of the evening.
Rose had Flooed back to Godric’s Hollow, where her parents thought she had been spending the day and evening with Lily. Lily pressed her for the ‘gooey’ details, and Rose told her the story.
“Come on,” Lily persisted. “You don’t expect me to believe all you two did was kiss at the end of the date.”
“Lily, I swear,” Rose blushed.
“I won’t tell anyone, Rose, you know I won’t.”
Rose blushed deeply. “I...I took my bra off in the pool. We...we hugged a lot. It...it felt just amazing, but, I swear, he didn’t touch them with his hands. Okay, just...just once. It was so...so exciting. And...and he kissed me while he was doing it. He...he did squeeze my arse a little when we were kissing goodbye, but only on top of my suit. Honest, Lily, that’s all we did.”
Lily had hugged her cousin tightly, telling her she was a very lucky witch. Lily and Rose were best friends, and shared all their secrets. Rose was truly shocked, though, when Lily told her that James and Arabella had actually been making love to each other since May.
“He even had her here one day, when he thought no one else was around,” Lily told her breathlessly. “I hate to admit it, but it seemed like he really knew what he was about. At least that’s how I would interpret Arabella’s rather passionate screams.”
Lily would also never admit that she had been so totally turned on listening to her brother make love to Arabella, that she rubbed herself practically raw in her bed afterwards.
Rose simply put her hands over her mouth and shook her head in disbelief.
Lily snapped out of memory mode and let her mother out of the hug.
“Mum, can we get my school stuff today? And, I, well, I...I need a gown for the Halloween Ball,” Lily muttered.
“The Ball?” Ginny frowned. “You’re only a second-year, Lily.”
“I...I have a date,” Lily admitted.
“Who?” her mother asked, her concern rather obvious.
“Umm, Julian. Julian Corner.”
“Julian?” Ginny gasped. “Lily! He’s a fifth-year!”
“So?” Lily whined. “What do you think he’s going to do to me? That I’m going to do to him? Come on, Mum. I’ll be thirteen in a month. You were only thirteen when you went to the Yule Ball when you were at school.”
That was quite true, Ginny recalled. Her toes ached for days afterwards from Neville treading on them. She had desperately hoped Harry would ask her, but Neville looked so pitiful when he invited her, that she couldn’t resist. She had been tempted to break the date with Neville once Harry did ask her, but she couldn’t be that mean and Weasleys always kept their promises.
“Well, alright,” Ginny sighed. “Julian. He’s very handsome. Very personable. How did he happen to ask you?”
“We’re Quidditch buddies,” Lily told her. “We sometimes go out to the Pitch before breakfast. I toss quaffles and he tries to block them. He’s a good keeper, a very good keeper.”
“Just the two of you?” Ginny asked, again concerned.
“Yes, Mum,” Lily admitted. “Nothing else goes on, I promise you. I know perfectly well I’m too young for anything like that. Julian is a perfect gentleman, just like his father.”
Ginny couldn’t help blushing at that. Michael Corner, her first real boyfriend, was a gentleman. Ginny also recalled, both happily and embarrassedly, however, that she had been surprisingly wanton with him for her only being fourteen. She never told anyone, even Harry, just how intimate she had been with him. How much she had enjoyed his hands on her body, how she could make him moan and shiver when she touched him. She had ended up on top of him in the grass by the lake, grinding herself into him, many, many times, shuddering with barely repressed lust as his hands would slide up the back of her thighs and slip into her knickers. She had even let him touch her between her legs. She loved how his long, hard cock had felt in her hand.
“Well, alright, sweetheart,” Ginny said, banishing her memories, her pussy actually fluttering just a little. “We’ll go after lunch.”
“Can we eat there? Please? At Florean’s, maybe?” Lily begged.
“Oh, alright,” Ginny agreed with a smile. “Where did you actually get this thong?”
“Umm, from a Muggle catalogue. A store called Victoria’s Secret. Please, Mum, why can’t I wear knickers like yours? They’re so pretty, so sexy. They feel so nice, too,” Lily pouted.
“Oh, alright, we’ll see,” Ginny sighed again. Lily was so beautiful, so grown up, but she was still only twelve. Her mother, Molly, would have grounded her for life if she had found a thong in her laundry when she was twelve. Hell, when she was seventeen.
Lily grabbed a bag of Galleons from her room. She had been withdrawing them from her account at Gringotts a little at a time for the last few weeks. She was planning on helping Rose buy formal robes for the Ball. They had agreed that this would be the day they went to get their school supplies, so that they could ‘accidentally’ run into each other.
Hermione and Teddy were comfortably well-off, but Rose did not have access to the sort of money Lily did. Her mother had been one of the highest-paid Quidditch players in the world when she played, and in addition to being senior Quidditch correspondent for The Daily Prophet, she had written several best-selling books about the sport and its famous players. Her father, of course, was head of the Aurors and had inherited quite a lot of money from his parents and Sirius. Harry and Ginny were very generous in the allowances they gave their children, perhaps subconsciously making up for their somewhat deprived childhoods.
Rose was going to go to the Ball with Scorpius. They were tired of hiding their relationship, and figured there wouldn’t be any untoward incidents at an event as important as the Halloween Ball, which was being held for the first time in nearly sixty years.
Rose hadn’t told her parents, she knew they’d forbid her to go. The old memories and wounds from the war and the Malfoy family still rankled deep, especially with Rose’s father, Ron. Her mother, Hermione, might have been agreeable, but despite her having custody of Rose and Hugo, she kept Ron closely involved in their upbringing. Plus, having an argument with her ex-husband was a stress factor she didn’t need right now. She and Teddy had just informed the family last week that she was pregnant and expecting a daughter sometime in late March or early April.
Lily had guessed Hermione was pregnant back in July at the party at Shell Cottage, but kept her suspicions to herself. She didn’t even tell Rose at the time. To her credit, Rose accepted her mother’s pregnancy very gracefully, even happily. Hugo, on the other hand, was totally stressed out by it. He feared he would be totally forgotten and ignored once the new baby was born. Lily foresaw another year of comforting and reassuring her shy, confused cousin, of whom she was truly very fond.
She and Ginny Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, had lunch at Florean’s, got her books and supplies, then went to Twilfit and Tattings for her gown. Ginny was excited by now and just sighed constantly as her beautiful daughter modeled several of the gowns for her. They finally settled on a shimmery, blue and red evening dress. Ginny thought it too tight, and the mid-thigh hem too high, but Lily whined and pouted her into acceptance.
Ginny broke down and went with her daughter to Gladrags Witches’ Wear and allowed her to purchase several pairs of the silk, ‘barely there’ knickers that she was so fond of, as well as several very sexy, frilly, silk lace brassieres. Ginny couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s amazing body as she blushingly and teasingly modeled a few of the items for her equally red-faced mother.
Ginny enjoyed the feel of silk on her skin and understood why Lily did as well. Harry, of course, loved Ginny’s sexy lingerie, although he loved taking it off her much more than watching her model it.
As they were leaving Gladrags, they ran into Rose, who was also picking up her school supplies.
“You alone, sweetie?” Ginny asked.
Rose nodded. “Mum’s feeling down, morning sickness. Hugo is, I don’t know, somewhere. I’m sure my Mum would love a visit if you can, Aunt Ginny.”
“I’ll do that,” Ginny decided. “Give me your stuff, Rose, I’ll take it home for you. I’ll take yours, too, Lily. You two have a nice visit together. I’ll see you at home for supper, Lily. Would you like to come, Rose?” Ginny asked, figuring Hermione could use a break from cooking.
“Sure,” her niece agreed. “Thank you. Thank you for taking my stuff back for me. Mum will really be happy to see you, I know she will.”
As soon as Ginny was gone, the young witches went into Madam Malkins and found the perfect robes for Rose. She was wearing formal robes rather than a dress. Scorpius said he preferred traditional garb for an event as important as the Halloween Ball.
Lily also treated Rose to several pairs of ‘barely there’ knickers and frilly, silk bras.
Sitting at Florean Fortescue’s and sipping their ice cream sodas, Lily teased her best friend and cousin, asking, “So, which pair of knickers are you going to let Scorpius get his hands into?”
“Lily Potter!” Rose squealed and blushed. “You...you’re just rude and crude and...and...I don’t know what else. Please, I...I’m nervous enough about this as it is. My father will probably pull me out of Hogwarts, send me to Beauxbatons or something.”
Lily knew that her Uncle Ron would be furious once word got to him about Rose and Scorpius being together. Her own father still bore a grudge against Draco, Scorpius’ father, but the two of them had numerous professional contacts and were always perfectly civil with each other. Her mother actually got along fairly well with Astoria, Scorpius’ mother. Her parents were always invited to the Malfoys’ New Year’s Ball, and actually attended on occasion.
Rose decided she could do some teasing as well.
“So,” she smiled, “how did your mother react when you told her your date was the ‘Ravisher of Ravenclaw?’”
Lily blushed and sputtered, “Julian is so NOT like that.”
“Lily,” Rose said seriously, “he’s had sex with two, no, three other witches. Two sixth-years and a seventh-year. He’s just about the handsomest wizard at the school. You need to keep that in mind. He...he may want a little more from you than just a goodnight kiss.”
Lily knew all about Julian’s reputation. She had kissed him a fair amount at the end of last term, even snogged him a couple of times. However, she had made it clear to him at that time that he could not touch her under her clothes, and he honored her restrictions. Still, the Ball was so special that Lily knew she had to be prepared for him wanting ‘a little more.’
“I’ll deal with that when it happens, Rose,” Lily replied. She knew she might be lying to herself a little about Julian. He would almost undoubtedly want more intimate contact than just a kiss and tight hug. Lily wanted to ask her mother what she had allowed Michael, Julian’s father, to do with her when they dated, but she simply didn’t have the nerve.
“Ah, my Lily of the Hollow,” Eddy Lovegood smiled, “and the fair Rose of Hermione!”
“Hello, Eddy,” Lily smiled. “Hi, Luna, Urania,” she greeted his mother and sister.
“Hello, girls,” Luna said. “Shopping, I see. Urania, do you want to stay with your friends?”
“Sure, thanks, mother,” Urania said. Urania Lovegood was starting her sixth-year. She was slender and beautiful, with long, long blond hair, just like her mother. She was also extremely talented, even Rose and Lily admired her skills and intelligence. She was going to be a Ravenclaw Prefect this term, and was the odds-on favorite for Head Girl her seventh year.
The two kids sat down as Luna bid them farewell in her sweet, airy voice and wandered off in the general direction of the Leaky Cauldron.
“Aren’t you afraid she’ll get lost?” Lily teased.
“I’ve put a tracer spell on her,” Urania grinned. “She got lost in Muggle London once and it took us three days to find her. Oh, Rose, are those your robes for the Ball?”
Rose nodded and Urania asked, “Who’s your date? That nice Elliott Gardiner, the Hufflepuff chaser, asked me to go with him. I’m really quite thrilled. I’m surprised James didn’t ask me. He’s been drooling over me since his first year.”
“Umm, James is going with Arabella,” Lily said evenly. “He still drools over you, Urania, trust me,” Lily concluded with a grimace. Obviously, Urania was unaware that James and Arabella had moved their relationship to next level.
“So, who’s your date, Rose?” Urania asked again.
“Ahh, er, well...”
Eddy spoke up, “Urania, promise not to tell a soul?”
“Of course,” she agreed with a nod.
“Scorpius,” Rose admitted softly.
Urania’s eyes widened. “Truly? That’s...that’s very brave of you, Rose. He seems like a nice fellow, but he’s still got a lot of that Malfoy arrogance. I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. Well, I wanted to get a couple more books, so I’ll leave you three to it. Eddy, mother’s expecting us both home for dinner,” she reminded him as she got up to leave.
“I’m going to go home with Lily, aren’t I, Lily?” Eddy grinned. Urania snickered just a little at Lily’s blush as she walked away.
“If you want,” Lily answered carefully. “I’m sure James and Al will be delighted to see you. I think James got another porno DVD. Where does he get them?”
“There’s a place about two blocks from the Leaky,” Eddy told them. “He uses a glamour charm to make himself look like he’s thirty years old. How was your pool party, Rose?”
Rose blushed and gasped, “How...how did you? How did you know about that?”
“I wasn’t sure until just now,” Eddy smirked. “Nothing that goes on in Slytherin gets past me. Andrew bet me a Galleon that Scorpius would get his hands into your suit. Did he?”
“You’re disgusting, Eddy Lovegood,” Rose snapped.
“Yes, Eddy,” Lily said. “That was rather crude, even for you.”
“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I am, really. Being a Slytherin sometimes gets the best of me. Could I go home with you, Lily?”
“I’m not going to let you snog me, Eddy,” she said, “so if you’re alright with that, sure, you can come home with me.”
“Not even one little snog?” he wheedled.
Rose giggled at Lily’s red face. Eddy was the only boy that got to her like this. He really was very handsome and charming, and he was truly infatuated with Lily.
“Alright, maybe one,” Lily conceded with a small smile. “But, I swear, if you try to put your hands up my shirt like last time, I’ll make the bats fly out of your arse!”