Disclaimer: This might shock you but I am not JK Rowling. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I'm just inspired by this amazing world and characters.
An: I have a couple of things to say here...
1) This is my first fan fiction and I have been writing it since last Christmas, I think. Well, actually it is already written (plus some random stories, connected with it) but I'm translating it from Bulgarian to English (which, for a girl who doesn't speak English fluently, is not an easy job : D ). And I haven't worked out the whole "title on every chapter" thing yet, I'm sorry.
2) I'm very nervous and insecure about this; I've never had enough courage or self-confidence to post it anywhere until now so it would be really great if you could review! :)
3) Unfortunately, there are some little inaccuracies - for example, my James (Lord, it sounds so good, MY James ...) is not a chaser but a seeker. I hope that wouldn't be a problem.
Kiss With a Fist
Chapter One
"Honey! Wake up already!"
Emily opened her eyes. She stood up slowly, still hearing her mother's voice resounding in her ears, and looked sleepily around.
The sunlight was filtering through the curtains, playing with their iridescent blue color,and reflecting green shades on the big mirror inside her room. The balcony door was wide open which was explaining the shivering of her limbs. The cool air was rushing in the room, along with the moisture of the last night's rain.
A lovely morning.
No, actually an awful morning. September the first. For the sixth consecutive time. In Hogwarts.
"Em, darling, breakfast is ready and you should hurry up! You don't want to be late, do you?"
Her mother, Ellis Green, appeared at the door. The sun shined on her golden hair like a halo and strengthened the influence of her already angelic face.
"Of course, I want to be late, mom. I want to miss the train and stay in this room, trapped forever!" She accompanied her skeptical look with the special 'evil-plan laugh'.
Ellis smiled, wearily shook her head and hid in the hallway.
Emily sighed, stood up and staggered towards the bathroom. The sickeningly familiar reflection managed to irritate her yet again, that's why she chose to finish the morning obligations, which required a mirror, as soon as possible. Long light brown curls, greenish-blue eyes and a pale ordinary face.
"EMILY, EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"
She was startled, slipped on a black polo and tight jeans, and ran away the stairs.
September the first, mixed with platform 9 3/4 was literally a killer combination. The first-years were the worst. They were gathering in groups, taking over the platforms, screaming like mandragoras and threatening to sweep away the passers-by with their enormous trunks and cages, in which they kept animals, not any less noisy than themselves.
"Hey!" A little boy with a sack, much bigger than him, clashed into the person next to Emily. "I'm so sorry!"
He looked at him timidly and tried to pull away his bag, as soon as possible.
Sirius Black stood over in all his impressive stature and looked at him haughtily and arrogantly, which wasn't something unusual.
"Give it here, retard… uh…young man…" He grabbed the bag with one hand, caught it under his arm and walked with quick step toward the train.
The boy ran after him.
Stupid Black, also known as Mr. I-do-not-give-a-damn, always had to pretend to be some kind of big hero, except when he was busy hexing someone in the hallways. The only heroic thing about him were his insults, directed at the Head of the house, which unfortunately, they shared. When you added to it his haughty appearance, the arrogant way he brushed his hair back, and his reserved and unfriendly attitude, Sirius Black formed the ideal of every stupid enough girl in Hogwarts – and most girls in Hogwarts were apparently stupid enough, cause the individual in question was considered a god among the students.
"Darling, you are quite spacey today" Emily's dad spoke quietly.
"Uh…Sorry, I've just…pondered over…school, you know?"
"You better get on!" He looked at her for a second, before pulling her up and crashing her in a hug.
"Don't forget to write!" Ellis kissed Emily's forehead, wrapped her in her coat and handed in the suitcase.
"Yes, yes, of course…"
Emily performed her duty of waving from the window with an awkward smile. When the driver played the horn for the last time and the train set up a howl, she sat in the empty carriage and had a sigh of relief.
The compartment door slid open sharply and the untidy head of James Potter peeked in.
"C'mon, boys, it's empty!"
"Just Mr. Potter being nice as always."
He grinned.
"Oh, hey, Green, I didn't see you. How's the vacation?"
"Well, it is…over, actually."
He laughed, sliding on the sit next to her.
James was a spectacled athlete (two completely incompatible things, according to Emily), and the hero of the course. Alright, of the entire school.
"You can congratulate the new captain."
"Oo-or" She dragged the word. "I can not."
He gave her a surreptitious look.
"They made you a captain? Dumbledore can't be serious…"
"Damn right, Green. No one can be Sirius but he's a little too old for that, anyway."
Slightly smiling, Black entered resolutely in the cabin, sat on the seat opposite to them and made a room for their two other friends – Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
"Will you ever stop showing off, mate?" Sirius had a deep sigh and looked at Potter with a bored air.
"Well, I was just trying to say it's not surprising at all, you know, that I was elected for captain…In fact, I did expect that, considering how bloody good I am! I'm playing on a world level and it should not shock us that I might get accepted in the league before I turn seventeen."
Emily rolled her eyes.
"Well, with your mental capacity and level of creativity, our chances to get the cup are hu-u-uge."
"Thanks, Green, that's very sweet of you!" said James tenderly.
Sirius bit his lip and shook from the sudden fit of laughter. Emily glanced at him and opened her bag, taking out a book.
"What are you doing, woman?" Potter stared at the cover like it was a dust-hole.
"I am reading?"
"You are in a compartment with James-fricking-Potter and Sirius-bloody-Black and you prefer to…read?"
"Damn right, mate" Emily imitated Black perfectly.
Remus smiled approvingly, while James just shrugged and threw a few cards at Peter.
"Exploding snap, pal?"
"Sure!" Answered absently Pettigrew. "But I have to admit, I'm a little hungry. When will the express lady come?"
Potter gazed at Remus.
"What?"
"You are the only one here, who is good at divination." Explained James like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Sirius and Emily giggled simultaneously.
"Well, I'm very sorry but I have to go to the front carriage" said in a calm voice Remus. "James, would you get me a chocolate frog, please?"
"Yes, sir, I most certainly would!" Potter saluted with a grin.
Remus tossed three sickles at him and left the carriage.
A suspicious hush fell over the compartment. Emily slowly looked away from the book, seeing James' brown eyes staring at her.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh… We have to be a foursome for the game-e-e…"
"Hogwarts". Majestic and breathtaking, as always. The moonlight was bathing the castle, making it even more mysterious and unfathomable. The towers were rising, piercing the mist and its splendor made Emily shiver with delight.
As usual, they got out of the carriages and, between the sudden jostling, Emily didn't realize how minutes later she was sitting between Sandra Wheel and James Potter, despondently spooning out her mashed potatoes, after another boring sorting ceremony. It was hard to believe that now she was sharing the house with children, called Algernon and Mycroft.
"Are the potatoes good, Emily?"
The reason why James Potter was talking to her was just as confusing as an Arithmancy lesson for Frank Longbottom.
"Well…" She swallowed. "It's fine."
"The chicken is a little dry…"
"Potter, why are you talking to me about food?"
He frowned and fixed his eyes on the plate.
"Oooh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you feelings?" She gave him a shove. "What's going on?"
"Alright, fine!" He lifted up his head with a look of entreaty. "I was wondering if you…If you could, you know…Help me with Evans?"
Emily choked over her food and James had to pat her back, until she spit out the piece of sausage.
"EEW!" Sandra gave the sausage a disgusted look and turned to Remus Lupin, who was sitting on the other side.
Emily pulled a face and spoke slowly, assimilating every word.
"I could intervene, yes. But I don't think that even if hypothetically you had my support, Lilly will agree."
James impaled a piece of meat with such fury that the fork creaked on the plate and Emily trembled with the sound.
"W-well…" The little humanity in her prevailed and she patted Potter on the shoulder. "When they accept you in the National Quidditch League and you become famous not only among a group of teenagers…You might get lucky."
He gave her a faint smile and passed her some of his chicken.
"Try it; I swear it's dry!"
Emily was unpacking and throwing clothes around, when she finally gave up, grabbed her almost empty trunk and turned it around, tipping everything over the bed.
"Sweetie!" Lily Evans rushed into the room and threw herself on Emily. "I've missed you so much, Em, you are all grown up!"
"Aunt Margaret, is that you? You haven't aged a day!" Emily grinned as Lily frowned at her. "I've missed you, too, Lils, but hey, we talked last night…"
"Well, yes but it's not the same." Said in irritated tone Lily. "Now, help me, Green."
Emily let out an exasperated sigh and grasped the second handle of Lily Evans' enormous trunk. They lifted it with great efforts and dumped it down her bed.
"Merlin, it weights as much as Slughorn…" Emily opened the trunk. "Where's everybody?"
"They are still eating." Answered Lily, carefully taking out her robes.
"Oh…" Emily continued unpacking Lily's stuff quietly, waiting for the right moment. "By the way…Weirdest thing today…"
The other girl looked up curiously.
"Well, um, James Potter sat next to me during dinner and…"
"Oh, no! I see where this is going and just…no" Lily crouched and opened her cupboard.
"Oh, come on, Lils, at least look at me!" She stood up and raised an eyebrow. "Thank you…Well, basically, he's not that bad."
"Emily!" Lily almost squealed, tossing her heavy dark red hair over her shoulder.
"W-what, what, I'm just saying that we might've been wrong…"
"No, you are wrong right now!"
"Have you ever talked to him normally, Lil?"
She sighed heavily and sat on the bed with a thump.
"I don't need to talk to him, Em, I watch him."
"Totally not creepy" Muttered Emily.
"You know what I meant! Would you go out with Black?" Lily looked at her victoriously.
"Wh…How…But…That's totally different!" Emily folded her arms.
"How?"
"Firstly, Black doesn't give a fuck about me and I most certainly don't give one about him! And secondly, you can't compare an annoying human being to a pig."
Lily smiled.
"But you know that actually you do like Black!"
Emily guffawed.
"Sweet Merlin, Lils, you are truly insane! I like everyone and everything but him!"
"Oh, really?"
"Really." Said she firmly. "I like you, I like Remus, I like Pettigrew, I like Frank, I like Alice, I like Jessica and I partially like Sandra, I like Dumbledore, I like Yorkshire pudding, I like Arithmancy and Charms, I like Slughorn's absurd laugh and when McGonagall is so angry that her face is redder than your hair, I like Kurk Shelby's six pack and I even like James Potter! But I don't like Black."
Lily roared with laughter.
"Ok, you don't like Black. But I don't like Potter as well."
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Alright!"
"…Now what?" Asked after a few seconds Lily.
"I like Fizzing Whizzbees…" Shrugged Emily.
Evans grinned and rummaged through her trunk, taking out a package with sweets.
"We're lucky, bestie."
"We certainly are!"