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(The Revised Version)
Blindly in Love, Chapter 1
"Come off it, Evans!"
"Get back here, Potter!"
By now it was obvious James Potter and Lily Evans entered the common room. First years ran upstairs screaming in terror while seventh years instinctively shielded themselves with textbooks.
Lily had been known to get carried away with little things, like pillows and fire pokers…
"I mean honestly! You're an authority figure! Why the bloody hell do you find it necessary to set off a dungbomb every Friday?"
James had been known to get carried away with dungbombs. He threw them.
Once he ate one, but I wont get into that.
"Let me put this in a way even you'll understand, Evans. I set off a dungbomb every Friday for the same reason I wear glasses."
"So you can see?" Lily asked crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side in a I have not the slightest idea where this conversation is going—though likely in some idiotic direction—but I'll let you carry it on just for the heck of it sort-of-way.
"Not only so I can see, but so I can see your lovely face everyday." He said sincerely.
Lily's face softened and she looked down to the floor.
James, the naïve fool, thought he had finally hit a touchy-touchy fluffy-fluff nerve and waited expectantly.
"Oh…so it's a cry for attention…I suppose I have been ignoring you more than usual lately…"
She looked directly into his eyes.
"So tell me, Potter. If I pay more attention to you then you wont need to set off a dungbomb every Friday?"
James nodded hesitantly.
"So that basically means, if you don't have glasses then you don't need to see my face. And if you don't need to see my face then I don't have to pay attention to you." She said quickly and without warning she reached up to snatch his glasses away.
James recoiled backward, easily.
"Evans, do you not understand the word 'simile'? You cant be that thick, can you? Well if you are, let me tell you, similes have no importance whatsoever in this conversation. The main idea is that I have the build of a professional Quidditch player and you wouldn't be able to get these glasses even in my sleep." He gave a conceited grin, pushing his glasses up with his index finger.
"Hah! A bit haughty now aren't we Potter? I bet I can get those glasses from you like that." She snapped her fingers.
"And I bet I can do it while you're awake." She added.
"A bet, eh? Alright I bet you can't get these glasses from me by Friday. And if I win you have to go out with me, this weekend, to Hogsmeade."
Lily hesitated for a moment but nodded. "And if I win you've got to stop setting off dungbombs and leave me alone forever."
"For a month." James argued.
"A year."
"A day."
"Fine. A month." Lily agreed, waving her hand in the air.
James smirked and held out his hand for shaking. Lily brushed it away, settling the matter, and James ran his dejected hand through his hair dejectedly.
"Good luck Evans. I must warn you, I'm not going to lose."
Lily pursed her lips and eyed him as he ran two-stairs at a time up the boy's staircase.
Remus Lupin stepped out of nowhere.
"What have you gotten yourself into? You do realize you're going to have to go to Hogsmeade with him now, don't you?"
"Oh, thanks for your support, Remuss."
He sighed.
"Lily, James never takes off his glasses except when he's asleep and in the shower. But even when they're off they're in his charmed case."
Lily laughed whole-heartedly, earning many stares from people all over the common room.
Lily hardly ever laughed. Except for that one time when James fell off his broom…and that time when he chocked on treacle tart…and was mauled by a cat…
"Well then I suppose I have nothing to worry about then do I? Incase you don't know, Remus, James Potter plus charms equals ineffective and faulty…to the second power."
"I did the charms." Remus said pointedly.
"Oh gods, I'm screwed!"
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Day 1, Monday
It was now evening, a day after the bet was made, and Lily Evans sat alone in the corner of the common room flipping through her counter-charm book for the third time.
A group of second year girls giggled as they walked past.
Lily, who up until now was trying very hard to retain her anger, exploded.
"I do not fancy James Potter!" She yelled, getting out of her chair, and waving her balled fists in the air…making yet another scene.
The second years giggled even louder and ran upstairs.
Lily sighed, and sank back down into her seat, rubbing her temples.
"Night Evans." A cheerful voice called, and she could just hear the smirk on his lips as he said it.
"Sod off." She said quietly although knowing he heard.
She had just about enough of him today.
No, Lily Evans did not suddenly snap and go mad.
…She lost her sanity quite a long time ago.
The true reason for Lily's melodramatic behavior begins at the beginning of the end of lunch.
Lily had tried everything she could possibly think of to get James's glasses. She tried jumping him around corners (this earned her many hugs), tripping him (this earned her many foot injuries), creating diversions (this earned her many scratches from a angry cat), gripping charms (more hugs), and just about anything that came to mind (even more hugs). She was desperate enough to try and throw a rock at James's head, in an attempt to break them, but was foiled.
Damn chasers with their damn hand-eye coordination.
Apparently Lily's sudden attentiveness at following James around, not to mention all the hugs between her and James—and a few hugs with James's best friend—led the entire student body to believe that James love was finally being returned.
Lily did not like that.
She also wasn't very fond of hugs.
That month away from Potter was looking pretty good now.
She cursed Remus in her mind for not simply giving her the counter-charm.
She wanted to spit at him. But she was under the impression that spitting wouldn't help her find the counter-charm.
'This is impossible.' She thought.
'To hell with the person who said 'anything is possible' this is impossible.'
She scanned page 471 again until something caught her eye.
No it wasn't the curious blotch of what could've been blood/snot/spit/juice on the bottom of the page.
It was something BETTER.
She stared at it in disbelief for a few moments…
…She broke out into madwoman laughter.
-
"Say, Prongs?"
"Yeah Padfoot?"
"Don't you think you're putting a little too much on the line here? I mean if you lose this bet you have to leave Evans alone for a month. I mean, during that month, who do you think you're going to hang around?"
James shrugged.
" You dolt. Me, of course. I must say I cant have that. I really think you should reconsider."
"What's wrong with me hanging around you?" James asked, offended.
"I'm sorry to tell you this Prongs but you're annoying. I mean what will people think when they see us together? I've got to tell you, you don't suit my style." Sirius said, crossing his arms.
James smirked. "So you're rejecting me?"
Sirius patted James on the back. "There are other guys out there, Prongs. You'll meet the one for you soon enough."
"Will you both just shut up and go to sleep?" A wary voice from Remus's four-poster snapped.
Sirius grinned, flopped into bed and pulled his curtains around.
James put his glasses in his case on the nightstand, and did the same.
Soon the dormitory was pitch-black.
Then, a couple hours later, the door silently opened.
If thoughts could be heard out loud this is what would ring through the entire dorm,
'I've got you now, Potter! I suggest you find a hobby to occupy yourself, because you wont be seeing me for a month! Muahahahehorhehahaha!'
Lily crept over to James's nightstand and smiled wickedly when she saw his case.
She whipped out her wand and cried, "Aprireshio!"
All thoughts left her head as the case miraculously flipped open.
All thoughts accept this one, 'Potter can kiss my ars—"
"Evans? Is that you?" Her head turned to the tall shady person, towering over her.
A blind, shirtless James Potter.
Any ordinary smart person would have used his blindness to their advantage and crept past him, but Lily Evans wasn't in the least bit ordinary.
So instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Then to make the situation worse, she pushed him away, giving him the chance to grab onto her.
"Evans? What the bloody hell—Wait a minute—Gimme my glasses!" He lifted her off the ground.
"NO!" She ribbed him in the stomach.
"Give them to me!" He grabbed onto one end while Lily had the other, both pulling with all their might, determined not to let the other have the glasses.
SNAP!
James paled. Lily's eyes widened. Sirius, Remus and Peter gasped and covered their mouths.
(AN: Yes, they watched the entire wrestling match from their beds.)
The two lifted up the objects in their hands to eye level.
Although James couldn't see very well he had a very good idea of what was in his, and Lily's, hand.
Each had half of what was previously a whole pair of glasses.
Lily was the first to break the silence. "I'm—I'm so sorry!"
TO BE CONTINUED
NEXT CHAPTER- Will James kill Lily? Will Lily be—er—strip teasing? Find out in the next chappie!
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