What I should be doing: Finishing my homework and editing an essay.
What I am doing: Listening to One Direction and writing this.
I know that I said in my last one-shot that my next story would be Percy Jackson, but I'm having serious writer's block on it, so I'm not sure when I'm gonna finish it. I thought of this idea, though, so I decided to write this one-shot.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, it really wouldn't have ended at seven books.
Lily was already in Hogsmade when she realized that she had forgotten her umbrella. Normally Lily would brush this issue off and continue to enjoy her day, but it was raining buckets and Lily was soaked to the core. The gray clouds hovered over the sky like a wet blanket, ringing out tons of icy cold water on her. Lily's good friend Lydia had told her that it was a beautiful, inspiring day outside; but then again, Lydia was an artist and she thought that anything was beautiful if she could paint it. As Lily looked around the drenched town, she noticed she was the only one on the streets. She was the only one outside of the safety of the colorful shops and houses of Hogsmade.
Everyone else was in the Three Broomsticks having a cup of butterbeer or in Zonko's buying up things to prank their friends with. Lily had already used up enough money for the day, though, so said good-bye to her friends as they went into Honeydukes and she began to walk towards the edge of town.
It wasn't long before Lily heard footsteps slapping against the wet road behind her. She didn't turn around. Lily was quite sure they were just another poor victim of the rain who stupidly forgot their umbrella like she had. Her thoughts were interrupted though, by the person behind her calling her name.
Lily groaned. She knew this voice all to well. She had hoped that maybe, if the person behind her had been trying to catch up to her, it would have been Tobias March, the boy she had a crush on. But of course it had to be her absolute worst enemy.
"Evans! Wait up!" Lily did not wait; in fact, she sped up. The footsteps did too, and as Potter was a much faster runner than she was a fast-walker, he ended up next to her in a matter of seconds. "That wasn't really my definition of waiting…" he said as he slowed his pace to match hers. He carried a black umbrella above his head, shielding him from the icy cold bullets of rain pelting down, and Lily enviously stared at it for a second before snapping back to reality.
"Well, Potter, you weren't exactly someone I wanted to wait for!" She snapped irritably at him. He chuckled.
"Good way to make a friend, Evans. Snap at them, and tell them how you dislike them."
"I don't want you as a friend, Potter." He smiled.
"Oh, really, Evans? Because I have an umbrella and you don't. And there's quite a way left for you to go."
"You're evil, Potter. I don't want your umbrella. I can use a water-repellant charm to stay dry."
"Really? Then why are you drenched to the bone? Why haven't you used it already?" Lily sighed. Potter was driving her up the wall. She knew that she could not pull that charm off; she was terrible at it. Lily had hoped that saying that she could use it would drive Potter away, but of course not. Potter was more annoying than a mandrake screaming in your ear nonstop. Of course, that would be more lethal than annoying. "You can't perform that spell yet, can you, Evans?" Potter grinned smugly. Lily wanted to scream. Quietly she took a deep breath and regained her posture.
"Is that all you're here for, Potter?"
"Huh?"
"To taunt and embarrass me?"
"No, wait, Lily-"
"Really, Potter! You are no more mature than a five year old boy! Just leave me alone, I've been trying to get back to Hogwarts in peace!" She stormed off, leaving a very deflated Potter behind her. She grinned. Despite the fact that she was dripping, freezing, and probably developing a case of pneumonia, she had just told Potter off, and that was enough to make her smile a little. The happiness didn't last long, unfortunately. The horrible slapping of footsteps came again, and suddenly the pounding of droplets against her head stopped. She looked up, and saw Potter's black umbrella above her head.
"I told you, Potter. I don't want your umbrella. Or your sympathy," She declared, pushing him and the umbrella away from her. "Didn't you get the idea that I don't want you here when I told you to go away a couple seconds ago?" Lily half expected another obnoxious smirk or a mean joke. Instead, when she looked at Potter, all she saw was hurt.
"Look, I'm sorry, Lily." Lily stared. She did not approve of Potter calling her by her first name, but as she was about to yell at him, he continued on. "Can't we just make peace?" He asked hopefully. Lily turned her nose up at him.
"Absolutely not, Potter. You've been making fun of Severus since he came to school, and-"
"Snivelly? He deserved it!" That crossed the line. Lily turned to Potter.
"No he did not, Potter! You've been a completely obnoxious prat to him forever! What did he ever to do you? He's my friend, and if you really want to make peace with me, you're going to have to start by not harassing my other friends!" James sighed.
"I truly am sorry, Lily. Just share the umbrella with me! You look like a stray dog with your hair stringy and wet like that, and you'll catch a cold if you get any wetter." Potter looked truly upset as he stood there in the pouring rain, holding the umbrella out to her.
"I will not share with a Quidditch and ego obsessed idiot."
"I'm really tired of our fighting, Evans. I'll stop pulling pranks on Sniv-Severus if it means that you'll forgive me. There are plenty of other targets in Hogwarts." Lily stared at him, the icy water beginning to slosh around her ankles. She looked up at the sky; the foreboding gray clouds did not look like they were leaving anytime soon. As Lily examined her hair and clothes, she did have to admit that Potter was right; she did look terrible. Her fiery red hair had turned wet and stringy from the rain, and her clothes were soaked and sticking uncomfortably to her. Lily sighed in defeat. She couldn't stand this anymore. She would be an ice cube by the time she reached the castle if she got any wetter. And Potter did apologize, and say he would stop being mean to Severus. Maybe she could forgive him, just this once. She was desperate, after all.
"Fine, Potter. You win." He looked shocked.
"What?"
"I'll share the umbrella. The rain isn't fun, you know."
"Oh! Yeah, right!" He awkwardly stuck the umbrella over Lily's head.
"Well, that won't work now, will it, Potter? You don't have any umbrella over your head now." Lily said matter-of-factly. So Potter stuck it somewhere in the middle.
"Move to the middle, Lily. The less you get wet, the less Madam Pomfrey will yell at you for not having an umbrella." She scooted in, only to realize that she was stuck next to Potter, shoulders touching, too close for comfort.
"I'd rather be wet," She said. She may have slightly forgiven him, but by no means were they good enough friends to be that close.
"So…" Potter trailed off. "Are we friends now?" He asked hopefully.
"Maybe, James. Maybe."
Lily had just managed to dry her hair off. She could tell she was getting a cold, and she would be utterly surprised if she did not wake up tomorrow with a fever. It was a pity the day had been so horrid outside, because the night was beautiful. The stars hovered in the sky like Christmas lights, and as Lily entered the dormitory with her hair in a towel and wearing the most blankets she could find over her shoulders, she noticed that Lydia was the only one of her roommates still up. She peeked over her shoulder at the sketchpad Lydia was drawing on. She had sketched an elaborate, detailed drawing of the Hogwarts grounds at night outside their window.
"It's brilliant, Lydia," Lily breathed, rubbing her already bright red nose and startling Lydia.
"Oh, you scared me, Lily!" She took a good look at Lily. "You look terrible."
"Thank you," Lily said sarcastically. "I really do love to hear that."
"Get in bed! You'll be skipping class tomorrow, I expect. You'll probably have a high fever."
"Yes," Lily sighed. "I really do hate that bloody rain."
"Don't say that!" Lydia scolded. "Rain is one of the most beautiful things to paint!"
"It's a pity Hogwarts doesn't have an art class, Lydia. You'd excel."
"I know! But my favorite class is Charms." She noticed Lily was still standing up. "Get in bed, Lily!" Lily obliged, and as she was shutting the curtains of her four-poster bed, Lydia grinned wickedly from her bed next to Lily's.
"So I heard you and Potter walked home today. Under the same umbrella."
"Yes," Lily said. "I didn't like it, you know."
"Of course you didn't," Lydia responded in that way that grown-ups always used that Lily hated, where they spoke as if they knew better than you.
"I'm going to sleep," Lily said irritably. Lydia grinned evilly once again. Lily didn't like that look on her face. It was the same look Potter always had before he played a nasty trick on her. Lydia quickly spoke before Lily could shut the curtains.
"Wait, Lily- Have you two snogged yet?
Yup. Once again, another cheesy one-shot. I seriously hope that I got all the British terms right.
Ah, poor Lily, all cold and sick and forced to share an umbrella with her worst enemy. :)
You know, maybe I'll make this into a series of one-shots. But for now it's completed. If I get enough reviews from people, I might make it into a series of one-shots.
Reviews make me happy. :)
