A/N- So, this little fic is made in spite of a few of my so called friends who happen to write stuff about Lily and Snape. Aka the worst ship in all of infinity. So I figured making a counter-fanfiction one was the best way to go about.
Note: this is only a teaser bit. To see if I have any interested readers.
Disclaimer: don't own any of the characters – just incase you were wondering whether or not I was JKR in the flesh.
A beam of pale sunlight stretched through the girls' dorm room, illuminating the odd piece of furniture, or garment of clothing. It led directly to where Lily Evans lay, now wide awake. This was due to the fact that it was directed to her face, or more specifically her florescent eyes. Lily yawned widely, not worrying about waking her dorm mates, most of them were already stirring. She sat up slowly, using her hands for support and all of the while blinking madly, attempting to clear her vision. Running her slender fingers through her long locks of Scarlet hair, Lily took a deep, gradual breath and racked her mind for any thoughts of events planned for the day.
It was Saturday, brilliant –that meant she'd have the whole day to do whatever she liked, though Lily hadn't the faintest idea how she was going to waste away so many hours, having done her homework in advance. She pondered this for a fair while, before some type of noisy commotion brought her back to reality. Lazing about in bed certainly wasn't the way Lily wanted to spend her free time. Being some what of a morning person, she was capable of making herself presentable in a minimal period of time. It was routine for her, so the entire process of getting ready took just over a quarter of an hour.
Before she knew it Lily was proceeding to the great hall for what she hoped would be an enjoyable breakfast. She made her debut to the Gryffindor table discreetly, not wanting to stop for any chit-chat amongst the way. Lily sat down at the seat that she found most convenient. Some would refer to this seat as the one which put as much space as possible between her and James. After piling a fair stack of toast on her plate Lily filled her goblet carefully with pumpkin juice and took sip, not the slightest bit aware of what horror would bestow her.
"Oi, Evans!"
Lily gave a frantic glance down the table, her emerald green eyes sparkled vividly as they came in contact with the source of the sudden outburst: James Potter. She was suddenly content with the sparse quantity of food she'd consumed. Lily abandoned her heaping plate quickly and left the great hall rather hastily. Recently she'd been avoiding James like the plague, due to the fact that he'd been pursuing her like crazy. She'd gone so far as to memorize his schedule, learn where he preferred to sit in every class they shared and even taken precaution in which corridors she traveled down; she knew which ones he tended to use frequently.
Yes, Lily'd obtained information which the various members of Sirius' fan club would have killed to learn. Seeing as he and James were nearly inseparable.
But Lily preferred to keep the data to herself, never daring to reveal it to anybody. She'd been collecting it for months and had even become slightly obsessive about the matter. She'd do so in secrecy, often listening in on others conversations absently to see if she speaker knew anything astounding about the marauder. Originally she'd kept notes in her diary which she'd refer to whenever necessary, but she soon grew out of the habit and took to relying on her own memory which proved to be gratifying whenever it came to a certain Potter.
Lily had to constantly remind herself of the reason why she had gone through so much trouble as to seek such information about James. She loathed him. She was avoiding him. That was the solitary reason, she was attempting to keep him away –but then why was he currently the only subject which circled through Lily's mind? It was really quite simple: Lily Evans was suffering from a severe case of denial.
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"Arrogant… so conceited… can't mind his own business."
Lily grumbled throughout her entire stay at the Library, never ceasing to mutter on about some unworthy trait of James or another. After finding both the common room and dorm deserted Lily's taken refuge in the only other place which was of some comfort to her. Though at the moment poring over a few editions of "Polyjuice Potion: true accounts of the mayhem" wasn't clearing her mind. She was quite distracted from the world around her so she nearly sprang to her feet when the librarian claimed that her absentminded calls of "typical" and "stupid" were quite rude, and that it would be very considerate if Lily dear would please keep the volume down. Lily, -being the prefect she was- obliged and kept her lips sealed for the remainder of her visit.
Her visit, however, was cut short thanks to the mass of giggling second years who located themselves in such a way that Lily would hear every shriek and squeal clearly. The girls completely disregarded Mme Pince's request for silence and continued twittering. None of their gossip contained James so Lily snapped her book shut defensively, and without bothering to return it to the proper shelf she exited the library deciding that a bit of fresh air might do her some good.
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Lily had sprawled out by the edge of the Black Lake, gazing into its mysterious depths and all of the while pondering James' intentions. She was laying on her front side, her feet swung round in the air and she picked at a few stray pieces of grass. The blaring sun reflected a top Lily's hair, it shone fiercely and might've given those who sat near her the desire to conjure up a pair of sunglasses. As Lily tore a particularly wide blade into miniscule slivers a tall figure approached her, brandishing something that resembled a clothbound book.
"Evans," it was James.
Lily groaned in exasperated tone and discarded the grass she was clutching, wishing that she was able to apparate. It was clear that Lily wasn't going to get out of this one too easily; she certainly couldn't flat out ignore him. Seeing as confrontation was necessary, she rolled over and rose to her feet, surprised at her own agility.
"What?" she asked him expectantly, wiping her hands off on her jeans, not daring to look James in the eye. His hazel irises were far too mesmerising. Instead, Lily focused on the small object which was carelessly grasped in his right hand: a diary. Lily recognised this diary as the very one she'd been recording the day's events in the previous night. The one she'd foolishly left unattended in her haste to exit the common room. Her diary.
He had her diary.
Lily stared dumbfounded at it, pointing in dismay. She opened her mouth as if to comment, but no words came from her parted lips.
"I found this night in the common room, and it appears to be yours," James gestured to the midnight blue "LE" which was embossed in the black spine of her diary. "So here." He extended his arm and offered the book to Lily, bearing a friendly smile. Lily tried to ignore the unwelcome pink hue which was creeping across the bridge of her nose and snatched the book reproachfully. She flipped through the diary briskly, pausing at random intervals as if she were checking to see if the book was besmirched in any way. It proved to be in tact but she wasn't content with the unscathed appearance, looks could be very deceiving.
"You… did you – read it?" Lily inquired in a harsh tone, though there was a nearly inaudible tremble of anxiety mixed in.
"Not a word." His answer was simple. Dignified, definite, brief – he was sure of himself. As much as Lily would've liked to take James for his word, she knew he couldn't be trusted.
"How can you expect me to believe you?"
"I am telling the truth."
"But how do I know tha-?"
"I'm not lying to you, Evans." He was getting defensive. Though Lily'd never been much good at deciphering honesty, James seemed to be letting off a sincere vibe. Her brain was throbbing; she wanted this conversation to end. "I have homework to do." And with that, Lily stormed off towards the castle, ignoring James cries of "wait - Evans!"
She spent the remainder of the day in the girls' dorm room, enveloped in thought with the odd emotional mood swings. She didn't record a single word of her wonders in her diary.
A/N- I wasn't sure how the last library bit affected the flow of the story, but I kept it in there anyways. At first it progressed into a different follow up in the plot but I booted the original idea – thus: the chapter. Tell me what you thought, constructive criticism is a go.
And again, pretty please review.
(review responses)
Fanficky-chicky: no. no it's not. It's also not funny to besmirch my locker with such revolting ships. Snily sucks. (by the way, I included the word 'besmirch' in this chappie, in your honour of course.)
Sweet southerner: I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about the story. Don't fear, I'll continue updating as long as others continue reviewing.
Puppy dog eyes jr: the old name seriously had to go. I'm afraid this chapter might be short as well, I prefer to write in small portions. I am not snily. Stop telling people to call me snily. Stop shipping snily.
Harrys-chika: ha. No. just, no.
Shivering smile: -high five- this is an ultimately cool story. 'cept I'm not one hundred percent sure of a definite plot line. --
Hp-lover-4-ever: I hope this counts as 'exeemly' soon. Sorry, but I love typos. Collect the little buggers, I do. Like ebate.
Marauders-rule: yay for reviews, I guess I'vve have to ask politely again this chapter.
Anaela loves who: interesting. Veeeeeeeeeeery interesting.
And I wasn't sure who the librarian would be so….. I just used pince.
