She wanted him, more than she ever could have thought possible. He wouldn't give her the time of day. But that didn't stop Lily from falling and drowning in love. L/J romance.
Hello everybody! My name is Chelsea and I have decided to try my hand at writing fanfic. following story is something I have been running over in my head, and this first chapter is just to test out the water and see how people react to it. This is going to be a unconventional love story, it will NOT be your typical L/J fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling is the rightful owner.
This was going to be a long year. Not that I had expected anything less, given that this would be the last year of my formal schooling. But nonetheless, I felt the weight of the upcoming year begin to crush me the very moment I opened that letter. It caught me off guard. But there, hidden, along with my booklist was a note congratulating me as the new Head Girl.
I didn't want this responsibility. Wasn't it bad enough that I had a horrendous year of challenging exams and sleepless nights coming up? No, now I had to put on the show of a glorified hall monitor and watch everybody else. But that wasn't even the worst part.
No. The final nail in the coffin arrived when I read who exactly would be occupying the position of Head Boy.
Life was so unfair. Cliche but true. Only I, could get stuck with a partner who would give me more work and trouble than was already required. The one guy who I could have gladly ignored for the rest year and not even notice, he was that irritating.
But I knew I couldn't dwell on this forever and eventually I would just have to suck it up and do the unthinkable.
Be polite to James Potter.
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All around me smoke blew by leaving fumes in my face. I could hear voices all around me shouting goodbyes as they boarded the train. Faces excited to be heading off to another school year. I was the only one looking like I was off to a funeral.
"Lily, Lily! Over here!"
I spun around furtively scanning the massive crowd in back of me for the origin of the voice, knowing it would be the one bright spot in the day. Instead I felt a pair of arms grasp me around my waist pulling me into a tight grip hug. I glanced down at my best friend, Kaylee Jetts, grateful for her presence.
"Where have you been?" she demanded brushing her dark brown hair out of her eyes. Combined with her chocolate brown eyes, Kaylee never failed to grab any guys attention, if of course that was what she wanted.
She stared at me waiting for my reply, when I realized I had zoned out on her. I was too preoccupied with my upcoming horror. "I've been right here, just waiting to board the train. So, how are you?" Better to keep her distracted and talking than for her to focus on me.
"Oh, I'm great. Yesterday Derek took me to one of those underground clubs in Hogsmeade. They only showcase the up and coming talent. Anyway, the lead singer was totally drunk, swaying all over the stage..." Kaylee kept up her end of the conversation quite well without needing much response from me. We finally boarded the train and flung ourselves into the first compartment we could find. But I knew it was useless. I would have to face facts sooner or later.
"And then we headed over to Liam Street...Lily? Are you even listening?" Kaylee glared at me suspecting my lack of inattention and enthusiasm.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about the meeting I have to give. You know, as the new Head Girl." I grimaced on the last two words, making them sound more like curse words.
"Oh that's right! I forgot about that. This is great. You'll be able to do whatever the fuck you want and get away it." Her face glowed at the possibility of broken rules.
"No I will not be able to do whatever the fuck I want! I have to follow the rules or else I will look like a total hypocrite. Besides which I will probably be so fucking exhausted every night between all our classes, homework, studying, plus now patrolling that I won't have the energy to do anything but pass out on my bed." I finished my rant, and ended up feeling guilty for snapping at Kaylee. But I couldn't help it. These were the same thoughts that had been running throughout my head ever since I had opened up that damn letter.
"Okay, whatever, I just thought..." But she trailed off not wanting to trigger another outburst from me. I fidgeted in my seat.
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be made Head Girl. And I definitely did not expect Potter to be given the title of Head Boy. But I guess it won't be so bad, at least I can give out detentions and take away points whenever someone pisses me off." But even this small advantage did not lift my mood.
"Hmm, Potter as Head Boy. Yeah I never would have thought that either. But it won't be that bad. He's gotten better lately and he ain't all that bad to look at either." Kaylee giggled, as was her customary response when it came to talking about boys.
I sighed, knowing I could not put this off any longer. "I'm going to go look for Potter. It probably won't be that hard to find him. If you find one of his other annoying friends you're sure to find the others. So, while I'm gone behave, okay?" Kaylee had a way of finding trouble, especially when it came to boys.
"Have fun, and give Sirius a kiss for me." She laughed loudly at some memory of hers and blushed to emphasize the point. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to get into that conversation right now.
I slid open the compartment door, and began my search for Potter.
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It wasn't hard to find him. All one would have to do was follow the raucous laughter erupting from the last compartment at the end of the train. I paused outside the door, not wanting to interrupt and fighting the urge to run back to Kaylee. But I knew I was acting like a coward.
I pushed open the door gently but the clanking of the metal announced my arrival before I even stepped foot in the door. Three of its occupants looked up from their game of Exploding Snap with only a hint of interest. Only James did not bother to glance at the intrusion.
Sirius smiled mockingly from his seat. He was conventionally gorgeous, his long black hair falling freely in his face. But his personality was an entirely different matter. Always the player, Sirius had a permanent case of wandering eye, always wandering over to his current girlfriend's best friend. "To what do we owe the great pleasure of your company, Evans?" His eyes roamed my face heading south before going back up to my face again. I could feel my face flush with anger but instead of responding I focused my vision back on James. He still had not looked up from his cards, seeming to stare at them intently.
"Um, James, I think we should gather up the Prefects and you know, give that meeting." I stood there looking stupid as James spoke to his cards.
"That's fine. Just give me five minutes and I'll be in the middle compartment." He shuffled his cards, and looked away, almost seeming like he looking anywhere but my direction.
Remus gave me a rueful look, but Sirius face grew into a more pronounced smirk as he stared up into my face. The uncomfortable silence grew and I realized I should have left two minutes ago. Lost for words, I made my way out the compartment and down the hall rounding up as many Prefects as I could find. But all the while my mind raced. What was with Potter? He used to ask me out a three times a week and now he couldn't even look at me. I wondered if I had done something unconsciously to tick him off, other than reject his advances. I shook my head feeling ridiculous. What did I care if James ignored me or not? Wouldn't it be easier that way?
Yes, yes it would.
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"So then, he slowly pulled down my bra strap, kissing me as he went..." Labored breathing surrounded Kaylee as she divulged the details of her latest conquest, Derek Mitchell, to our other roommates. The other girls loved her stories as they usually ended up with some poor guy left in a room, with no wallet or clothes to speak of. Kaylee was so predictable.
It was almost one in the morning and I still wasn't any closer to sleep. I tried to block out Kaylee's disturbingly explicit details and tried to close my eyes but my thoughts kept drifting back to earlier in the day.
Potter had been even more distant during our meeting, never once looking into my eyes or even saying one word to me. I wasn't used to this cold indifferent treatment of his and it made me more paranoid. The meeting had lasted about ten minutes and at the end James had rushed out faster than anyone else. At dinner he sat the very furthest he could from me. I couldn't help sneaking glances at him. His face was rigid not smiling once. It was only when I had cornered him after dinner to discuss patrol shifts that he acknowledged me.
"Potter, hey, stop walking I need to ask you something". I half-ran after him as he once again strode away from me in the opposite direction. His walking slowed and with what looked like a very deliberate sigh he turned around to face me.
"What Evans?" He looked down at me warily, his hazel eyes guarded behind his glasses. But suddenly I couldn't form a sentence. I was too preoccupied with his intent stare. Over the summer he shot up another foot and his lips were set into a hard line against his mouth. I shook my head trying to clear away my muddled thoughts while his stare slowly turned into a glare.
"Did you need something Evans? If not, I'll be on my way." He started to turn around before I could get out my first word out.
"I just wanted to see what you wanted to do about patrolling. You know, about shifts. We should probably make it so we meet at a certain point and then just patrol a certain portion of the castle." I watched his face as I spoke. He looked thoughtful.
"No, I think we should split up the patrol areas. You do one section of the castle and I'll do the other. We'll cover more ground this way." He looked satisfied with this solution and once again turned to leave. But I wasn't done.
"I think we're supposed to patrol together. Safety in numbers right?" I trailed off, disturbed the hostility that was rolling off his body towards me.
"Since when do you care about something you are "supposed" to do? Look, I don't want to patrol anymore than I have to and I don't want to spend any more time with you than I have to. Now if you don't mind I am going to bed." His face twisted in anger, as he once again turned to leave. But I couldn't help myself. I called after him, glancing around to see if there were any other students around. There weren't.
"What the fuck is your problem? I haven't seen you in three months and you're acting like a total jackass. If you have a problem with me then just say so, don't keep running away from me." As I spoke I felt my anger spiking. I hadn't done anything wrong and here I was being treated like crap.
His eyes flashed with anger. "You know what my fucking problem is? You. Always have been and always will be. So please leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to talk to you, patrol with you or even fucking look at you. You got your wish okay? I'm leaving you alone, just what you wanted a couple years ago." Before I could say a another word he strode away from me, leaving me in an extremely confused state.
I rolled over in my bed, absorbing the silence, Kaylee had finally shut up. A million thoughts buzzed in my head. Since when did James Potter hate me? And why?
I knew it shouldn't have bothered me. He was right. A couple of years ago when he had kept asking me out I had wanted nothing more than for him to leave me alone. But I didn't want him to hate me. I didn't know what to do. He had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want anything to with me. So I guess now I would grant his wish and leave him alone. I sighed.
This was going to be a long year.
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