Disclaimer: This story follows the basis of 10 Things I Hate About You. Yet with many differences and original scenes.
Chapter One
A tall, tempestuous 6th year redhead stormed down one of the many hallways of Hogwarts after breakfast, heading towards a prefect meeting.
A 7th year roller-skating perpendicular to her strides accidentally knocks her over, on account of a brief moment flourishing at the watching crowd.
"Whoops," he blurted casually, turning around to face his victim "sorry I wasn't loo- SHIT! LILY EVANS!"
The latté in her hands had spilt down her front and her ankle was bruised at the place the skates had hit her. The books she had balanced scattered all over the floor.
He extended his hand and pulled her to her feet frantically.
"DAMN I didn't mean that! I'm so sorry! Here let me help you pick up your books."
"No," she replied coldly, performing a spell that wrapped a hanky around her ankle and eyeing her shirt menacingly as if it was responsible for the drink that was splashed onto it. "leave them."
But he persistently began piling them up anyway, cowering in fear.
"No really, it's the least I can do."
"I SAID LEAVE THEM!" She yelled, snatching her books and vigorously pressing them against his neck, pinning him onto the wall.
He gasped for air, so she softened and began stomping off.
"Expect a detention slip owled to you soon," she told him while heading towards her dormitory (the crowd quickly cleared a path for her) "Angie, explain to the group why I'll be late."
"Will do, m'am!" replied Angie, a blonde bystander.
Later on…
"I'm telling you, Professor!" Jason was saying dramatically to his teacher after a Transfiguration class "The girl's completely psychotic! Ok, so I broke a rule, and yeah, I had a human-being accident. But since when do punishments include strangling people to death? I was chocking, another second I might've passed out! I have a huge number of witnesses incase I need proof."
Minerva McGonagall sighed wearily "I believe you, Redjowski. I suppose Lily's rage… or should we say outrageous behavior, which we've unsuccessfully tried to combat, is compensation for her excellent grades and contributions to the school. Should it not have been then we'd have had her suspended long ago. Yet I will do something about it, I'll have her prefect position on probation."
"Ok, Professor. I'm personally satisfied; her prestigious prefect honour under threat, juicy!" Jason said gratefully "You know how to handle situations in an awesome manner. That's why I chose to complain, um, confide in you!"
She smiled at this remark skeptically.
"I was under the impression you raced off to Flitwick first, but he dismissed you as one has to see to their head of house in such circumstances, am I not right?"
"Speaking of house," Jason said, the grin disappearing off his face "Professor can you please find a way of dealing with the Marad- uh, James Potter and his alliances other than knocking off points from Gryffindor? I mean, it's not cool to punish the whole house just for the actions of a bunch of amateurs."
She eyed him contemptuously, lowering her glasses for profound eye contact. He has gray eyes and a well-built body, due to him being Gryffindor's Quiditch Captain.
"Don't question my form of discipline, Mr. Redjowski. Now please head off, Potter should be arriving any minute."
Right on cue, James cheerfully walked in.
"Professor McGonagall," he said merrily, not shooting a second glance at Jason "you look more youthful everyday."
"Speaking of the hypocritical sullen, smirking, slouched devil," Jason whispered to himself bitterly, gaping at him with disgust. "Bye Professor!"
"'zup, Prof?" James said, taking a seat across from Minerva's desk. "You called for this meeting?"
"I've lost count of all the 'meetings' we've had your whole school career, Potter. I, for one, am astounded that Albus is too soft to expel you… you and your friends. What is it for this time?"
She glanced at a paper.
"Vandalism. Rude insults to the Slytherins, nevertheless. With the use of unacceptable language. Why Potter, why? Why do I frequently have to execute these interrogations upon you?"
"I miss you." He said, throwing her a charming smile.
"One would think that with that amount of affection you'd at least try to improve your grade in Transfiguration…"
"Ah well you see, I happen to lack talent in that area, with or without practice and an endless amount of studying. But I am good at Charms. Professor Flitwick played a part on keeping me here as opposed to being expelled, maybe beneficially so that the Charms average of my year could remain high."
Minerva looked wearisome. "One more year 'til your lot graduates. One more year. Before I sentence your prosecution, summon Mr. Black."
Later…
Jason is heading towards his Defense Against the Dark Arts class with a cohort, Micheal Mooresy.
"It's so hard to believe that they are best friends." Jason ranted "Maya is this gorgeously feminine sweet chick whereas Lily is just this… this… ugh I can't find a word heinous enough to describe her!"
"You don't need to find a word." Michael informed him "There's this scoop goin' about how she unevidentially has corpse magically concealed in her dorm. Apparently she's a murderer and, well, who would put it pass her? Anyway, so about this Maya, gorgeous, you say…" Michael said, looking mildly interested. "Point her out to me, I'm pretty curious."
"Yeah sure man. I will on our way to Herbology. Our routes always collide during that particular period."
Later…
"I can't believe I've never met, no, noticed her before." Michael said in a daze, after coming out of Herbology "she's amazing. She's not another ditsy conceited Hufflepuff girl. There's something about pure expression, an amazingly angelic appearance, you know? And-"
"One problem, buddy." Jason interjected, grimacing at his friend's revealed romantic side. "Hate to break it to you… but so many guys have tried to date her. Won't work. Her mum's Madam Selestlė."
Micheal screwed his face up in thought, his aqua blue eyes squinted and he erected a slight frown in concentration. He's a brunette and has a tanned complexion.
"Oh, the librarian? Never would have thought… anyway, what has that got to do with anything?"
"The only reason that paranoid parent accepted this position for a job is to keep a close eye on her daughter. She doesn't want her dating until graduation… some even say marriage! Imagine! Her fiancé only would have permission to go out with her."
"What the f-" Michael swore, crestfallen. "Why the hell is that?"
"All sortsa stuff. Wants her to concentrate on her studies to become an Auror… Something about irresponsible mating… Very religious…"
"I get the point!" Micheal said in defeat.
Her voice suddenly echoed across the place. He quickly looked up at her. She's slender and has a creamy complexion. She's of medium height. Though the prettiest thing about her doubtlessly is her face; what with her naturally archy eyebrows and chestnut brown eyes that were beautifully framed by her brown flawlessly straight hair and slightly rosy cheeks.
She was strolling down the hall with delicate poise alongside Lily and some other girls, chatting intellectually.
"It's actually pathetic and completely inappropriate when people attempt insulting others by referring to them as 'sad'." She was saying, maintaining a sweet tone of voice "'coz if they really were 'sad' enough to obsess over let's say make-up, it means they're actually carefree and genuinely happy enough, with nothing to worry about except make-up."
Lily scoffed at this.
"They can search for different and worthwhile things to worry about," she retorted heatedly "Would society substantially consider them sad if they were concerned about things such as the environment and the unfair treatment of muggle-borns."
Lily glimpsed at a bunch of 5th year boys whom were huddled, performing a spell that blasted rocky music from their wands and bobbing their heads to the tune.
"And about ways of alerting oblivious people on gender confusion. I mean what's with that mutant's long horrendous hair? Is it so 1980, or what?"
At that moment the girls walked passed Jason and Micheal, with the latter watching them, or eavesdropping on their conversation- mesmerized.
Micheal shot Maya a small smile which she briefly returned. He felt his heart flutter. She noticed him!
"Hey Maya!" An adoring boy greeted her.
"Hi!" She replied in acknowledgement.
"Maya! Creative hairstyle!" Someone commented.
"Damn, she's hot!" Micheal exclaimed, completely smitten as he watched Maya reply to her acquaintances "Let's devise a plan for me to meet her instantly."
But Jason wasn't listening. He was staring indignantly at a parchment Lily had plopped to him.
It read:
Your detention will commence on: the fourth of January, 9.30 AM.
Located: The second dungeon of the North- East Wing.
Reasons for the detention: Roller-skating, use of inappropriate verbal language and minor disrespect towards a Prefect.
"Why her of all people?" he murmured. "I'd have preferred crashing into Lucius Malfoy instead. Even he would've shown me some mercy to some extent!"
Just then a Ravenclaw study group ran out of a classroom, shrieking.
Seconds later rats and mice scattered out of it, each one of them labeled 'Courtesy of the MARAUDERS' on them. Some harassed looking members of the staff appeared attempting to disintegrate them.
"Better Lily than either of them any day," Michael told Jason consolingly as Sirius and Peter emerged with their hands above their heads as though under arrest, laughing so much that their ribs probably would have cracked.
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