A/N: This is the sequel to Love Hurts. If you haven't read that story then you might not understand some things. I appreciate reviews.

Lily Potter stared at her reflection in the glass. No matter how many times her mirror reassured her she still worried about her appearance. She flattened a strand of auburn hair that insisted on curling.

"You're still doing your hair?" Albus said from the door. "I don't know what you're so worried about. It's just Scor." Lily could feel the heat rising to her cheeks before she saw the red tint in the mirror.

"Shove off, Al! I'll be down in a minute." He turned and huffed. She heard his heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs. She took one last look at the red-head in the glass. Cinnamon eyes took in the long red hair that stubbornly refused to remain straight at the ends. Only a sprinkling remained of the girlish freckles that had covered her cheeks years previously. Womanly curves replaced the angular planes on Lily's lithe form. Would he notice how much she had changed this summer?

She headed down the stairs when she heard the front door open smiling in anticipation. Her smile fell when she saw only James standing in the entranceway talking to Albus.

"Where's Scor?" The apologetic look her brother gave her answered her question.

"His Dad said there's some family matter that's come up. He's not going to be able to come this year."

Her heart sank. She looked down at the new jeans and shirt she had bought for the occasion.

"Oh." She twisted a curl around her finger.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

"Yeah—I'm going to go change for supper." She turned back up the stairs.

Her mirror sat on the oak bedside table where she had left it last night after talking to Scor. She thought of calling him but turned away from the small rectangular glass. It wasn't Scor's fault he couldn't come, the rational side of her reasoned, but the disappointed side would not be swayed.

She took off her new clothes and put them away in her closet and chose an old T-shirt and some jeans with holes in the knees instead. Then she grabbed her new Silver Arrow and walked back down the stairs.

"I'm going to fly for a bit, Mum," she said as she walked through the kitchen.

"Alright, but not too long dinner is almost ready."

"Okay."

The sun was just starting to dip below the trees. She could smell the sweet perfume wafting from the flower beds surrounding the house. She mounted the broom as soon as she reached the garden wall and kicked off. The warm air streaming past her blew away some of her sadness. She felt the warm glow of her pendant against her skin. She had hoped that maybe this summer she might have been able to pluck up enough courage to tell Scor how she felt about him.

Lily had loved Scor since the end of her first year, probably longer if she thought about it, but no matter how much Rose reassured her, she wasn't sure Scor felt the same. She had certainly made her feelings rather obvious, to her mind at least, but Scor had never addressed her as anything other than a friend for three years making her wonder if she had misread all his previous actions. James had told her many times just be patient. You're too young for a boyfriend anyway, but she felt sure James could never really understand how strongly he felt for her best friend.

The sound of her mum calling from the kitchen door brought Lily out of her musing. She landed on the springy lawn and walked to the door carrying her broom.

"Go wash up and call your brothers."

Lily stowed her broom in her closet and washed her hands and face in the bathroom across the hall. The warm water felt good on her skin.

"James! Al! Dinner's ready."

She heard their doors open as she made her way down the stairs. She helped her mum set the table. James and Al sat down and launched into a conversation about the latest Quidditch match.

"We beat the wasps 250-10. We'll be playing Pride in two weeks," James said. He played chaser for Puddlemere United. "Wood is killing us with practices this week."

"That sounds like him," Ginny laughed as she stirred a pot of cream.

"Too bad you aren't playing the Tornado's—would be nice to get to go to one of your games."

"Yeah, too bad Scor's going to miss the Tornado's game," James said.

"It won't be the same without his deafening screams." Al laughed.

They both looked at Lily. She busied herself trying not to cut herself with the steak knives.

"Bet he's miserable."

"Yeah, poor bloke—wonder why he couldn't come."

They both looked at Lily again.

"I haven't called him," she said flatly.

"Why not!" Al looked shocked. She just shifted back and forth and continued to place silverware.

"Lily, you should talk to him," her mother spoke up from the stove, "he would do the same for you."

She thought about it. Mum was right. Scor wouldn't avoid her just because he was disappointed. They shared everything, well, most everything.

"Okay, I'll call him after dinner." Both her brothers smiled happily at this and everyone started piling food onto their plates.

"I hope your father gets home soon." Ginny said from the end of the table.

Lily's father had been coming home late every night this summer. When anyone questioned him about it, he would speak of vague leads to dark dealings and tell them something was brewing. James, Al, and Lily had a hard time getting worked up over this never having experienced the dark times their parents had lived through. Lily merely felt annoyance that she got to see so little of her father. She finished her green beans, steak and creamed potatoes before heading back up to her room. She sat and stared at the mirror for a long time before finally picking it up and whispering, "Scor."