Of Quidditch and Matchmaking
Summary: James is in love with Lily; Lily despises James. Or so she says. She says so, but everyone knows it isn't true. Follow Lily's friends and the Marauders play a little matchmaking game. Starts in sixth year up to graduation.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so don't get any ideas.
"Lily Evans! Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you in ages!" A 16-year-old girl with auburn hair and green eyes turned to see one of her best friends, Sarah Smith, bounding toward her, chocolate hair in a tight bun, brown eyes shining with an eager glow. She embraced Lily tightly. They were in the Great Hall, sitting down, eager to start sorting and the feast.
"How've you been?" Lily choked out, seeing as Sarah was completely crushing her lungs
with her hug. Sarah released her and said, "Good! I got this great new- OH MY GOSH!
There's James Potter!" Sarah squealed. 'Oh, good God, here we go.' "Still got a
hankering for Quidditch boys?" Lily teased. "SSHH! He'll hear you." Sarah whispered.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because he can't hear you already." She muttered. Then she
dragged Sarah to the Gryffindor table and forced her to sit down. "Sarah, if you talked to
him, what would you say?" "I'd walk right up to him and say, 'James, I really like you.
I've wanted to say something to you since I first met you. You have my heart my love.
Please, take me away.'" James came over to where Sarah and Lily were sitting.
"Evening, ladies! How was your summer?" he said, ruffling his jet-black hair.
Lily inwardly groaned. 'Why me?!' she asked herself, resisting the strong urge
to wack her head on the table. "O-Oh! J-James! H-Hi!" Sarah stuttered. He flashed
a cocky grin at Sarah then turned his attention, much to her dismay, to Lily. "Howya
been, Evans?" he asked. "Fine, Potter. Where's Sirius and the rest of the Marauders?"
James' smile shrank a bit. "Probably coming in no- ah, here they are. OI! GUYS! OVER
HERE!" James yelled. Three boys walked over and sat down. "Hey Sirius, Remus,
Peter." Lily said, nodding to each one in turn. "LILY! HUG ME!" (Guess who.) "Hello
Lily." "Hi Lily." After those few words, the first years were brought in, the Sorting Hat
Sang his song, and the first years were sorted. Then came the food. "FINALLY!" Sirius
yelled, grabbing a drumstick and doing a very crude impression of King Henry the 8th.
James spent the entire evening making Sarah laugh and trying to at least provoke a smile
from Lily. All attempts failed, and miserably. At the end of the evening, after the feast
and Dumbledore's usual warning, they headed up to their common rooms.
(A/n Lily isn't Head Girl in my story. Srry!) Lily stayed by the fire, lying on her stomach
and writing in her journal. James came and laid beside her. "Writing about me, aren't
you, Evans." James said. Lily sighed in disgust and abruptly shut the book. "You wish."
She said, and went upstairs to her dorm. " I LOVE YOU LILY!" came James' voice
from downstairs. Lily gasped. Did he just say he loved her? She convinced herself
That she was hearing things. But out of nowhere, she'd gotten butterflies in her stomach.
She inwardly cursed, and got into her pajamas, then climbed under the covers.
'I don't love James Potter… Do I?' were her final thoughts before she fell asleep.
PHEW! DONE! So, how'd you like it? R&R! -Artemis